AN: Hello everybody. This is the final chapter of Caught in the Eye. Be forewarned it contains adult content. I leave off with a bit of a cliffhanger, but I currently have no plans on picking the story back up. I'll let the reader imagine how things turn out. Thank you all for following me along on this maiden voyage. I'm pleased with my first writing experience, and really appreciate the positive feedback I've gotten. You can look forward to more oneshots and drabbles as I exercise my writing abilities.

Thank you everybody, and happy reading!

-Sailor Slayer

After the Storm (the Heat is Stifling)

Felicity led Oliver to her bedroom, pulling him behind her by his hand. Internally she was freaking out. She was under no allusions that they were going to do anything more than sleep, but regardless, she was still nervous about having Oliver in her room for the first time.

After depositing him in the middle of her room, she made her way to the lamp on her bedside table. It wasn't quite dark yet, but the sun would be falling below the horizon soon. She looked back to see Oliver just standing there, looking around her room like he was taking in a special exhibit at the Smithsonian.

Suddenly Felicity was self-conscious of the clothes she had strewn about, the junk cluttering her dresser, and most importantly, her forest green comforter that she got after finding out Oliver was the Arrow. Maybe Oliver wouldn't read too much in to it.

"Nice comforter." He said with the most shit eating smirk she'd ever seen. She rolled her eyes and started removing the mountain of pillows from the bed in order to turn down the sheets.

"Don't flatter yourself. It's just a color." She said in a huff.

"Uh huh…" He said with a small nod, letting the subject go.

"Are you gonna stand there or are you gonna get in my bed?" She asked pointedly. She didn't even bother back-stepping from that awkwardness.

"Yea, um, may I?" He asked, gesturing to the ensuite bathroom.

"Of course." She said, watching him already making his way to the bathroom.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Felicity let out a nervous sigh. She climbed into bed and tried to mentally stave off having a panic attack. Oliver Queen was about to be in her bed. Cue the silly, girly antics. She pinched her cheeks in an effort to liven up her exhausted features. With shaky hands she combed through the drying tangles of hair, trying to create some since of order with them. Then she jerked her side table drawer open, her eyes briefly landing on the condoms she kept there. She passed them over to grab some cherry flavored chap stick. It wasn't lip gloss or some pretty shade of pink lipstick that she normally would wear, but it would have to do.

As the bathroom door opened, she hurriedly put the Chap Stick back in the drawer, slamming it shut.

"Woah…" Felicity said before her brain could catch up with her mouth. Oliver was standing at the foot her bed in nothing but boxers, an apologetic look on his face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think to pack any sweats or…" Felicity quickly cut him off before this could get anymore awkward.

"It's fine. I've seen you shirtless right? So what if you're about to be shirtless in my bed for the first time with nothing between us stopping me from reaching out and touching your…shit. Three…two…one."

Felicity closed her eyes, taking a breath as she shook her head. Composing herself, she continued.

"C'mon. Just…" She trailed off, patting the empty side of the bed.

Oliver obliged and climbed in under the sheet. Felicity promptly slumped down, sliding down so she could bury herself under the covers in self-preservation. Oliver followed suit, but only pulled the blanket up to his chest, where as he could only see Felicity's face sticking out above the dark green comforter.

"Hi." He said, once their faces were level and he could look into her eyes.

"Hi." She said back meekly. "So, let's hear all this talking you wanna do. It was something to do with where you're at right now, with the feelings, and…" She trailed off, her hand gesturing under the blanket.

"Yes. Why don't I make it short and sweet since we both need to get some sleep? Then you can do the same." He continued as he saw her bob her head up in down.

"I love you, Felicity, but this isn't news to you. What you need to know is that I'm ready to act on that love. I'm ready to embrace it. I'm not saying it in a ruse this time or as some form of goodbye. It's a hello now. I want it to mean late nights after arrow work, getting takeout and cuddling on your couch. It means lazy Sundays sleeping in and going out for brunch with our friends while we hold hands across the table. It means planning for a future that I'm ready to live for instead of waiting around for my time to die. Do you understand?" He asked, his eyes earnest and head tilted just like that first 'I love you' in the mansion.

Felicity blinked away a few tears, nodding her head vigorously.

"Then I love you back, the same exact way, Oliver" She reassured him, leaning over to kiss him as more and more tears fell down her cheeks. She didn't know why she was crying so much. This was a happy moment and she was a blubbering idiot.

"It's okay. Shhh." Oliver comforted her, running his hand over her head and down her back.

"We're so exhausted and so much has happened recently, especially in the past forty-eight hours. Your body is just letting go of it all."

"Thank you." Felicity said, staring at his blurry face through tears.

He pulled her head in under his chin, guiding her to snuggle in to his nook. He pressed soft kisses to her hair and forehead as he continued to listen to her cry.

"Thank you, Felicity. For holding me and letting me break down in your arms earlier. I'll always be here to do the same for you."

As Felicity's tears subsided, a deep fatigue settled in her bones. Before she knew it she was drifting off to sleep as she mumbled 'I love you's' to Oliver.

Oliver smiled to himself, hearing her mumbles and feeling her breathing level out into steady rhythm. Letting himself relax, he followed her into dreamland.

Oliver's eyes drifted open slowly as a particularly strong breeze blew in from the open window, sheer curtains billowing in its wake.

His eyes adjusted to the soft glow of Felicity's lamp, and he looked down to see the soft glow bouncing off of her blonde hair, the same hair that was sticking out in a million direction all across his chest and arms. He loved it.

Moving as gently as he could, he slowly started to gather her hair, moving it back behind her head so he could see her face. There were dried tear tracks on her face, but she looked beautiful. He just stared as soft puffs of air left her parted lips. He was startled when he saw her pink tongue dart out to wet her lips before she cleared her throat.

"You're staring." She said matter-of-factly.

"And? I get to stare now. It's a rule. I'm sure of it." He said assuredly.

Felicity finally opened up her sleepy blues to look at him. Her hand reached out, hesitantly at first, but as it started to graze across is his chest, her strokes became more confident. She met him half way for a light kiss, pulling away sooner than he hoped.

"Well then that must mean we finally get to have sex. That's a rule too, right?" She said, crashing her lips to his before he could even recover from what she said and form an intelligent response. This wasn't a chaste kiss this time. It was long and thorough, stretching the limits of their lung capacity. Nearing its end she let out a soft moan, grasping at his shoulder.

They finally broke apart, their breaths heavy as they stared at each other, only inches apart.

"Yes. Hell yes. That's definitely a rule now." Oliver said excitedly, his hand pushing her hip down into the mattress so that he could roll on top of her. His hands raked up the sides of her body, landing on either side of her face as he settled over her and kissed her with all the passion he had been holding back for years, but especially since the summer after Slade's attack.

She whimpered into the kiss and rolled her hips up to meet his, feeling his already hardening member. She parted her legs and let him sink down in to her, reveling the feeling of their bodies so close for the first time, and that was with a few articles of clothing on still.

One of Oliver's hands left her face to search out the tie to her robe, loosening it so he could slowly push one sleeve down her shoulder. Pulling his lips from her mouth he trailed kisses down her throat to her collar bone, then followed the newly exposed skin of her shoulder and arm.

"Oh God, finally." Felicity said in exasperation as her hands made paths across his side and around his back.

When Oliver was done kissing his way down her arm, he did the same to the other.

"Your skin is so soft." He murmured practically purring as he nuzzled and licked the inside of her wrist, exciting her in a way she never knew possible.

Felicity let out a breathy sigh as he made his way back up that arm, finding home in the junction of her neck and shoulder. As he sucked and licked, a new wave of intense desire spiked through her. Felicity decided to be a bit more pro-active as she worked the waist band of his boxers down his hips and over his ass that she couldn't help but squeeze in the process. He moaned in appreciation as she pulled her legs up, using her feet to push his boxers the rest of the way down his legs so he could kick them off.

His hard length was unmistakable now as he pressed in to her still clothed center, eliciting a loud moan from both of them.

Their lips met again in a desperate kiss, fueled by their dry humping. Felicity parted her lips, allowing him access which he took greedily. His tongue thrust into her mouth in time with the jerk of his hips. Felicity's head was spinning with all of the new sensations, compounded when he reach down to pinch her nipple over her white camisole.

She jerked her mouth away from the kiss, yelping out in surprise as he massaged her tender breast. Her chest heaved as she took in gulps of air, trying to rein in her emotions, but it suddenly felt like Oliver was everywhere, all at once. His mouth was leaving hickeys on her chest as he fondled her breast, his other hand suspending her wrist above her head as he ground his hips against hers.

And then she flew apart, a wild and errant orgasm claiming her body before she even had time to know it was building. She let out startled cries as her thighs tightened around Oliver's hips, slowing his motions.

"Did you just…?" He trailed off, grinning wildly down at her.

"Um…yea. That's never happened before." She said shyly, averting her gaze from his face.

Grabbing her chin and directing her gaze back to his, he grinned widely.

"I loved it." He said enthusiastically. "How about we make that happen again, maybe with fewer clothes this time." He said with devilish smile as he moved his hands down to hook in her pajama shorts.

"Oh God." She said, gulping at the prospect. He hadn't even been inside her yet. How was she supposed to handle them actually connecting skin on skin?

Oliver sat up, a stupid grin on his face as he delicately pulled her shorts down her legs, delighted to see she wasn't wearing underwear.

"Ms. Smoak, if I didn't know any better, you made plans to seduce me." He admonished.

Felicity slowly sat up, meeting his eyes.

"Maybe I did." She said as she proceeded to slowly peel her camisole up and over her curves, tossing it aside as her gaze settled back on his now intense stare.

Oliver breathed in sharply as he took in her naked form for the first time. A million emotions bubbled up in his chest, but the only one he could identify was astonishment.

He couldn't believe that they were finally here, and that someone as beautiful on the inside as out like Felicity was opening herself up to him, allowing herself to be vulnerable.

"You're so beautiful, Felicity. I hope you know that." He said sincerely.

"When you look at me like that, I do." She said, glowing under his appreciative gaze.

Oliver tilted forward and tentively reached out to brush a knuckle over her nipple. She shuddered in response, her head tilting back slightly.

She surprised him by lightly grasping his member, making a few exploratory strokes.

"It's going to feel really good having you inside me." She said with a delirious giggle.

He choked out a laugh, remembering their first field mission together. He softly kissed her as his hand continued to pull and tweak at her breast, his other hand making its way down to cup her mound, his fingers brushing over her entrance. They stroked each other, and Felicity's need starting building back up, causing her hips to swirl against his hand.

Taking that as a sign of encouragement, Oliver slipped one long finger into her, resulting her grip she had on him to tighten. He groaned out, pushing out to meet her strokes. Before he could lose himself to her touch, her whimpers broke him out of his daze.

He curled his finger in her one last time, feeling her grind against his palm. He pulled his hand from her now soaking heat, bringing his wet finger to his lips, cleaning it off as she stared at him, her eyes going wild.

"Now, please. I want you now." She said pleadingly, dropping his cock to grip his shoulders.

"Whatever you want, love" He said as his arms leaned down to grip her thighs, hoisting her up onto his waist. Her legs wrapped him automatically, as he brushed up against her entrance.

"Hold on to me tightly." He said with a soft smile as he looked up at her, feeling her hair brush across his cheek and over his chest.

She nodded vigorously as her arms linked around his neck, drawing him close. He heard her murmur something about non-platonic circumstances as he finally slid in to her, her wet warmth gripping him tightly.

She settled over him, getting comfortable, as Oliver realized he had finally found a home, after eight years of being lost.

"You're my home too." She said, startling him when he realized he had said that out loud.

"That makes me so happy, Felicity."

"Good, because you deserve happiness." She said cupping his face.

Tears stung his eyes, but he held her gaze through the blurriness.

"You are my happiness, you are my fe-li-ci-ty." He said, drawing out the noun that was synonymous with her name.

They both blinked away tears as he started to move in her, making long slow strokes, stoking the fire.

His lips latched on to her neck as he rocked in to her, and beautiful sounds tumbled off of her lips. Her hands raked though his hair, holding him close to her chest as he continued to pump into her. He could feel her walls tightening as his movement became more frantic, less controlled. He was teetering on the edge and then she whispered in his ear.

"Come with baby, I'm so close."

He snapped, his hands gripping her tightly, pushing her down on him harder as he thrust up. Her head fell back in bliss, her eyes shut as he felt her lose control. Her mouth hung open in silence as her orgasm washed through her.

His eyes never left the erotic image she was making as he finally fell over the edge with her, with one last thrust. He stilled momentarily, feeling her walls clinching around him. Then he rocked slowly, drawing out the rest of their orgasms.

A giggle of happiness escaped her lips and it lightened his soul as he gently laid them back against the mattress, rolling them on to their sides. Their legs tangled and he regretfully pulled out of her.

"That was…." He trailed off, trying to find the right word.

"Hot. That was hot." She said enthusiastically as she scooted closer to his embrace.

"Okay, I was gonna go with amazing, but hot works too." He said, snaking his arm under her head to pillow it, while his other hand made lazy circles on her hip.

As their bodies cooled in the night air, Oliver pulled up the green comforter around their bodies, cocooning them in warmth.

They laid there as fatigue settled back in. They whispered "goodnights" and "I love you's" as sleep started to take hold of them again.

Just before he drifted off into unconsciousness, he heard Felicity's soft voice break through the haze.

"You're my felicity too."

More relaxed than he'd ever been, Oliver let the words hang in the air as he smiled softly.

That night they dreamed together.

Across town in the loft, Thea sat vigil over Roy's unconscious form. He was laid across the couch, and she had decided to sit on the floor in front him, distracting herself with whatever lame midnight programming was on the television.

As the hours ticked by, Thea started to lose the battle to stay awake, and before she knew it her head was tilted back against the couch cushion, and she was sleeping peacefully as the t.v. lights danced across her face.

Sometime during the early morning hours she jerked awake. She immediately jumped up to check on Roy, but was terrified to find the couch empty, his blankets the only things left.

She frantically searched the apartment, calling out his name in worry.

Unknown to her, a figured watched her movements through the large glass windows of the expensive loft. His head was tilted down, his face obscured by a red hood as he looked on. The man lifted his head, revealing green eyes and an evil curl to his smiling lips. The Red Hood had risen.