LAST CHAPTER
My, I can not believe I actually finished this...
Woo, go George, good on ya gurl...
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I have mixed emotions about ending this as I feel I could have ended it better, but I am happy with it.
I am sad it is over, of course, and I am happy it is over because it is another finished fic and I have time for the others.
Who knows? There might be a little catch up fic in the near future?
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Oliver wasn't there when she woke up, she was naked and warm in his bed, huddled under his covers but no sign of him.

With a sigh, she rolled onto her back, her hands reaching up to scrub at her face. She needed to go shower, collect herself and then go find Oliver.

She needed to talk to him. Needed to know what the hell was going on between them now. Last night had changed many things but she still didn't know what it had changed. She knew she loved Oliver. How could she not? It wasn't just because he had saved her from a fate no woman should have but also because he had become a man she knew she wanted in her life.

They had formed a bond she didn't know was possible to have, something she had only witnesses in few couples. She knew there was something between them. She knew other people could see it. But could Oliver? Could he see that what they shared was something to hold onto?

"You think to hard for this early in the morning, Красивый." Oliver's rough voice had her jerking up in his bed, her eyes wide as she spotted him leaning against the frame of his room's doors.

He was watching her, his eyes narrowed on her as she fidgeted with the covers to make sure she wasn't flashing him anything. He didn't say anything and she wasn't sure if he was leaving the floor for her to talk or if he just didn't know what to say to her. She was hoping for the latter because then they would both be in the same boat.

She had no idea how to talk to him now. She was reeling from what had happened in the past 48 hours.

Kidnapped, beaten, almost raped, rescued, washed, and absolutely sexed up from Oliver.

She didn't really know how to feel about it all. She was still shocked at what had happened. Shocked that her step father had gotten her. But Oliver. He just kept pushing everything from her mind. Kept over riding every brain cell.

Swallowing, she looked down at her hands, only to look back up at him as a startled sound came from her.

"Where's our ring? Oh god, Oliver. Please tell me you have our ring." she whispered brokenly, stumbling from the bed to get to him, still managing to keep a sheet wrapped around her, her eyes tracking back to her hand that was missing his wedding ring.

Oliver looked startled as he moved towards her, catching her against him as she began to babble about going back for their ring.

He started shushing her, his hands cupping her face as he pulled her attention from the ring to him.

"I have the ring, Felicity." he told her, making sure he had her full attention.

She stared at him wildly before sagging in his arms, her face buried against his chest as she breathed out "Thank god."

She knew she had maybe over reacted about the ring. But to her that was the last thing holding her to Oliver. That ring was the only thing stating that she was still a Queen, still Oliver's wife.

"Thea was right-" Oliver murmured, pushing her back from him so he could look down at her. Felicity felt her heart drop, dreading what he was going to say to her. "-I did need to marry. I would have lost Bratva if I hadn't married you. I should have told you. You should have known why I needed to marry you. When you came to me, asking for protection, I was going to give it to you, with no bargaining. I would have done it for anyone that needed the protection that you needed. But you pulled me in. I wanted you as soon as I saw you. My father's Will hadn't even come to mind when I saw you. It was Diggle that reminded me. I married you because of the will, you were mine the moment I saw you, and I knew that I needed some way to keep you." he murmured, brushing his lips all over her face.

She gaped up at him, shocked at his words. Her mouth moved, forming words but no sounds were coming out.

A slow grin began to cross his lips, his amusement clear as she stumbled for words.

Suddenly embarrassed by her silence she said the first thing that came to mind.

"Did you know that humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure?" she blurted. Oliver blinked down at her, his grin turning into a full blown smile as a chuckle broke from him. She let a smile tilt her lips as she looked up at him, wishing to reach out and touch him.

Oliver's hands curled over her hips then, dragging her back to him as he lowered his head to press their foreheads together.

"Я люблю тебя." he whispered, his lips brushing hers as he spoke.

"You need to teach me Russian." she muttered to him, nuzzling their noses together.

"I love you." he breathed against her.

She froze against him. Eyes flashing wide.

"What?" she choked, using her hands to push him away from her.

Oliver stepped back from her, watching her carefully as he moved away from her. He walked to his bed side table, keeping his eyes on her as he opened and reached int to pull something out. She stared at him, swallowing heavily when he came back to her, his bigger body dropping to one knee in front of her.

"Oliver…" she whispered, on hand lifting to her trembling lips.

Oliver looked up at her, his face serious as he reached for her left hand, holding it in his.

"I want it to be real this time, Felicity. It has to be for this to work. The contract is invalid. It doesn't stand anymore." he began, opening his palm to show her their wedding ring.

"I love you, Felicity. I want our marriage to be real. I want to explore this life with you. I want you to be my wife, my real wife. Felicity Meghan Smoak, will you marry me, again?" he asked. Felicity watched his face suddenly turn pink and she realised that Oliver Queen was blushing. And he loved her. And he wanted to be with her and marry her for real this time.

"I love you" she breathed, flinging herself at him. She heard his 'omph' and fall with him to his carpeted ground. "And yes, I will marry you, again." she whispered, kissing around his face. He rolled them, pinning her to the ground as he brought her left hand up to his lips. He kissed her ring finger before slipping her ring back onto her finger.

She shyly looked up at him, suddenly feeling a bit over whelmed with everything that had suddenly just happened.

"You are mine now. My woman, my wife. Mine." he told her, caging her in and brushing his lips over hers.
"Just as you are mine." she whispered, wrapping herself around him.

She heard him growl something, then felt his hands pulling at the sheet wrapped around her. She hissed when his lips covered a nipple, sucking it between his lips, drawing on her as the rough rasp of his tongue sent exquisite pleasure to her womb.

His fingers trailed down her abdomen as his teeth rasped the little pebble of her nipple. His hand cupping her pussy, fingers curling inward to find her damp entrance.

Two broad male fingers sank into her, flooding her senses with fiery pleasure, an agonizing need surrounding her as her pushed into her, his wrist turning, fingers reaching deep inside her to find that place just beneath her clit.

"Oliver." she cried out as he began spreading kisses up her neck. She was greedy for him, her hands grasping at his clothing, trying to pull them from his body.

She heard his growl before he moved, his hands tearing at his shirt and jeans, dragging them from his body before he settled on his knees, his hands lifting her hips and he watched as he the head of his cock began to push into the clenching entrance of her pussy.

"That's it, Красивый. Take me just like that, Felicity. All tight and slick. All those pretty juices clinging to me as that tight pussy sucks me right in."

The cry that came from her shocked her. His dirty talking knocking her right of course. Pleasure was racking, torturous ecstasy as he took her slowly. He let her feel every inch of his cock, parting her with his cock, staking claim, branding her in a way no other man would.

He pushed in deeper, his hips flexing, driving his erection inside her another inch, pulling back, sinking in again as she began to writhe beneath him.

It was too good.

She didn't know if she could take more.

"Oliver!" she tried to scream out for him as he suddenly thrust into her, taking her in a single, deep stroke, burying his cock balls deep inside her pussy as sensation began to pulse inside her, her body tightening as she felt her orgasm building.

Pulling back, he drove insider her again, but this time, he didn't pause. He pushed his arm beneath her hips, lifting them and began to fuck her with a hunger he suddenly couldn't control.

"Oliver, please." she begged, pushing her hips up to meet his thrusts. His tongue licked against her neck, a low rumbling growl vibrated against her. His hips pounded against her, his cock shuttling hard and deep, caressing and stroking the oversensitive flesh of her pussy until she thought she would go mad with the sensations tearing through her.

"Please-" she moaned against him. "-Please fuck me harder."

He growled, his pace increasing, the iron hard flesh shafting inside her as her pussy tightened around each thrust until she felt the inferno building inside her reaching a critical peak.

His hand gripping her hip slid between her thighs, finding her swollen bud o her clit with the callused tips of his fingers.

The touch itself shattered her. Ecstasy crashed in on her, her senses exploding, her body drawing tight as her teeth sunk into his shoulder.

Pure pleasure shot through her, her cry muffled by Oliver's shoulder.

Her pussy tightened around him, sucking him in, holding him to her, as the first hard jet of his release pulsed inside her. She heard his harsh groan, his teeth settling on her shoulder and pressing down. He pulled back from her, unlocking her teeth from him as he moved his hands to cup her face.

"Я люблю тебя" he snarled, settling his body over her.

She stared up at him, knowing what he had said, overwhelmed with it and so in love with him.

"You are what I needed" he murmured, nuzzling his cheek against her. She smiled against him, tilting her head to kiss him.

"Just as you were what I needed."

Six years later

Tommy Queen stomped into the training room where his uncle Diggle and uncle Roy were sparing with each other. His stomping brought both of them to a stop as they turned to look at him. He went straight to his archery case, growling in anger when he struggled to open it.

When he had first arrived at the Queen mansion, eleven years old and without a home, he had taken a quick liking to the bow and arrow set his now father, Oliver Queen, had given him. Much to his now mother, Felicity Queen's, chagrin.

Abandoned as a newborn, Tommy had been in and out of foster care since he could breathe. The previous family he had been with had dropped him back at his orphanage after four months of adopting him. They hadn't liked that he didn't want to be controlled, even as an eleven year old, he had wanted the freedom he knew he deserved.

A month before his twelfth birthday, Oliver and Felicity Queen had walked through the orphanage doors. Oliver had been scary to the children and Felicity had been soft and lovely. She had talked to the children, smiled and treated them with such respect he was almost tempted to approach her. But he stayed back. He was the oldest, he wouldn't be picked to go home with the Queens.

He was leaning against the wall when Oliver first approached him. The older man leant against the wall next to him, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched his wife talk to the group of little girls.

"What's your name?" Oliver asked him. Tommy looked up at him, to make sure that he was the one being spoken to.

"Tommy." he muttered.

"How many families have you been with, Tommy?" Oliver asked.

"Just got dumped by my 8th." he grumbled, turning away from Oliver to look back at Felicity. The woman turned to her husband, her face bright and she gave Tommy a beautiful smile that he seemed to fall in love with right away.

"You interested in a 9th?" Oliver asked. Tommy jerked his gaze away from Felicity, looking up at Oliver in shock.

"What?" he asked. He watched Oliver nodded to his wife, who stumbled to her feet, careful of the children as she moved over to her husband.

"We haven't had the luck with making a child-" Oliver started, his face saddening a bit as he pulled his wife into his arms. "-But we would like to still have a child." Oliver said.

Tommy stared at them in confusion. He knew couples that couldn't actually have children themselves always looked for infants when adopting, so he had no idea why they were talking to him.

"We fear we may be a bit hopeless with an actual infant. And you look like you would love to get out of here." Oliver said. Tommy watched Felicity nudge him with her elbow and then she laughed and turned to him, holding out her hand.

That hand saved his life, Tommy knew it, and he never regretted grabbing ahold of it that day.

"What's wrong, kid?" Diggle asked, moving towards him.

"Mum and dad are fighting again, you know what happens when they fight." he growled, rolling his eyes as his uncles chuckled. The amount of times he had witnessed his parents in full blown arguments only for his dad to then pin his mum to the wall and attack her with his mouth was disturbing.

Yeah, he was seventeen and had seen a lot, but he did not want to see his parents doing that.

"What about this time?" Roy chuckled.

"Where to have Clio's birthday party." he grumbled, pulling out his bow and grabbing his quiver, making his way over to the targets that were set up around the training room.

Having walked in on his mother telling his father where his sister's third birthday party would be was not what he was expecting to wake up to and he was not expecting it to turn into one of their many heated arguments. So he had been sitting at the kitchen table, ignoring most of their conversation until his father sprung across the table, growling about wife's not doing as they are told, caging his mother against the wall and kissing her.

Tommy had groaned at the sight, shooting out of his chair and leaving the room. His parents needed help, badly.

Felicity grinned against Oliver's lips, her arms curling around his neck as she kissed him back.

"Clio will have her party in this house, Felicity." Oliver growled to her. She sighed, knowing she wasn't going to win this one at all.

"I can not wait until she is a rebellious teen that you can't control." she sassed him.

"She will be punished just as Tommy was, моя жена." he mumbled, his hand slipping up his shirt she was wearing, cupping the softness of her breast in his palm. She watched him with narrowed eyes, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth when his thumb brushed over her nipple. It was almost painful, she was too sensitive these days for even his gentle touches.

She grabbing his arm and pulled it away, laughing at his growl.

"Don't you growl at me, Oliver. It is your fault they are so sensitive, anyways." she play-scolded him.

Pregnant again.

She couldn't believe it.

When they had first started trying, she just didn't fall pregnant. After many doctor visits claiming that nothing was wrong and still not being pregnant, Felicity had marched into Oliver's office while he was in a meeting and claimed that they were going to adopt.

Then came Tommy.

The poor little boy had been sad and lonely, trying so hard to come off as the 'I don't need a family' type but Oliver had seen right through him and it had broken Felicity.

There was no way she could have left him. So they had adopted him.

Tommy hadn't been easy at first. He had purposely caused a lot of trouble to test them. They hadn't broken, like many of the other families had. They hadn't left him behind and abandoned him. He was a Queen, and he always would be.

Two years after Tommy, Clio had come along. A surprise to all. Tommy had panicked. Running away for three days because he thought he was going to be sent back because they didn't need him anymore as they were now going to have a child of their own.

Oliver had been in a rage, tearing the city apart looking for his son and Felicity had been beside herself that Tommy was missing and that he thought he wasn't their son.

When Oliver had found him, Tommy had been hurt, left in the cold to die. But Oliver had saved him. And Felicity had fussed over him.

And then they had sat him down and drilled into him that he was their son and that he alway would be. That was when he had started calling them dad and mum.

The first time Tommy had called her mum, she had cried herself into hysterics, scaring Oliver and Tommy. It was fair to say that Oliver took it better then she had.

Clio was adored by Tommy. Felicity had feared resentment but as soon as Tommy had seen his little sister, he had fallen so in love with her that Felicity just knew that Tommy would never not be her brother.

Now, she was pregnant again, a boy this time. And she hadn't ever seen Oliver puff up his chest the way he had when she found out she was pregnant again. He had a strange pride in parading that fact that she was the mother of his children.

"Я люблю тебя" she told him in Russian, glad she had finally picked up on the language.

"Так же, как я тебя люблю" he purred back to her, his hard body curling around hers, his lips pressing against hers again.

Her future was clear to her now. Her future was something she didn't fear, something she loved with all her heart. Her future was Oliver. The man was everything she needed.

Just as she was everything he needed.

I hope you all enjoyed this fic as much as I loved writing it.

Красивый- Beautiful

Я люблю тебя- I love you

моя жена- My wife

Так же, как я тебя люблю- Just as I love you