How the morning after should have been….

Yea that's right, this is the first installment of the "wow, even if i met you (method of Felicity and Oliver meeting), I'd still hit that fine ass and then get married to you" series. Not necessarily in that order, they will be stand alone's that slightly relate to this short preface.

ENJOY, LET ME KNOW IF YOU LIKE as this is my first time writing in YEARS.

"Did you mean it?" She asked absently, her fingers running along the taut skin of his rib cage. Goosebumps chased the path of her thin fingers. He watched with a warm smile on his lips as the girl beside him brought sunshine to even the darkest abyss of the world.

He knew the time between them was dwindling quickly. With every brush of her fingers the possibility of something more; the more he'd dreamt of since he saw her holding little Digglet. The more that had him imagining the sparkle of his mother's ring on her finger as she hacked into Interpol, slipped further and further out of reach.

"Hmmm?" He replied lazily, his eyes roaming over her figure fondly before meeting her wide cornflower blue eyes, unmarred by the frames that lay somewhere forgotten on the ground of Nanda Parbat.

She tilted her head at him, so much like the first time they'd officially met, that his soft content smile stretched into a full grin. He chuckled as he buried his head into the stands of blonde hair that had spread around on the red silk sheets. He peeked back up at her playfully, her eyes sparkled with amusement. She tucked in her chin and squinted her eyes at him.

"Everything I've done, it led me right here to this moment." She spoke mockingly, her voice lowering comically and dramatically, throwing in a slight roll of her eyes and a wave of her hand. He leaned towards her and nipped at her lips.

"Are you making fun of me Ms. Smoak?" He asked smiling against her, his stubble brushing her skin making it flush pleasantly.

"Mhm most certainly ." She smiled seductively and kissed him.

After spending so many years denying herself of kissing him and the months where they both pretended nothing was going on, she decided she'd kiss him at least once every five minutes to make up for lost time. She rolled on top of him, pressing their bodies together again, unmarred pale skin against tanned raised scars. She smirks at him when he harshly inhales and catches her lips again, his tongue skimming hers.

She pulls back happily and he whines uncharacteristically.

"Well I guess you're right. It did lead you to this moment, it led you to me. Well, inside me. Since we had sex. You know, you were there, and a very active participant in it. God, a really good one too. Yea, I'm going to stop right now." She babbled, the words tumbling from her mouth uncontrollably.

He kissed her, pulling her against the hard lines of his body and flexing into her so she gasped.

"You don't have to stop. I love when you do that, and every time I'd have to hold myself back because it always makes me want to kiss you." He said as his hands ran along her soft sides.

"Well, I'm all yours." She responds, her fingernails scraping his stubble.

"I always have been Oliver." She said, her voice lower and full of emotion as she looked at him lovingly.

"Mine huh? I love you." He replied huskily.

"I love you." He kissed her slowly and sweetly. She pulled back again despite his groan.

"Oh relax. I'm serious about that question." Her eyebrows rose to her forehead.

"What question?" He rolled his eyes, but humored her.

"Do you really think everything led you to right now? Do you think it would have been like this if we'd met before the Grrrr Arrow stage?" She mused, as her fingernails scratched the back of his neck lightly.

He hesitated, his smile slowly dissolving into a frown before answering, his soothing hands stopping on her waist. His eyes were hard and intense like they were when they were under the hood.

"I'm not proud of the man I was then Felicity, I was irresponsible, selfish, and undeserving of everything I had. I'm glad you didn't know me back then. But there's no way I was that much of an idiot, that I wouldn't fall in as much love with you as I am now." He said, his face smoothing. He places a gentle kiss on her nose and she giggles.

"If we had met in a board room, I'd still want you." His hands skimmed the pale of her breast as he pushed against her. She gasped in reaction, digging her nails into his shoulders.

"If it was when we were children, you'd still be my best friend." He continued with a low voice, his hands running down her arms. He grasped her capable fingers in his own.

"If it was in college, I'd still want to kiss you." He laid a soft sweet kiss to her pale lips.

"If it was at some bar I'd still love your babble." He smiled softly down at her. Her eyes watered as she watched him intently.

"If it was on the island, you'd still be my light." He whispered in her ear as his tongue flicked over the small arrow running through her ear.

"If I wasn't the Arrow, you'd still be my salvation." Her breath fanned across his forehead as his lips found her neck.

He pulled back and stared lovingly at her, her eyes were dark with desire and wide, as he told her everything she'd ever wanted to hear.

"If you were still Felicity Smoak in Las Vegas, some waitress with your brown hair, I'd still want to marry you." His voice was low and intense, so reminiscent of the Arrow but with a deep with emotion.

"You want to marry me?" She squeaks. He smiles shyly and pushes a curl from her face.

"Not today, not tomorrow, but one day." He said. "One day you'll be ." Her eyes widened comically as he finished.

"Am I really that good in bed that you want to marry me?"

He laughed heartily and rolled them over so she lay on top of him.

"I'm not going to say no." He smiled into the skin of her neck.

"And you can't stay away from me, so the point is moot anyway." Oliver smirked, kissing the skin behind her ear.

"I'll spend every day proving it to you." He whispers.

"What if we don't have everyday?" She whispered back, tossing metaphorical cold water over the both of them. Forcing them both to become aware that these sheets aren't hers, that this is not either of their homes, and that they aren't as safe as they deluded themselves to think.

"Then I promise that every day we do have, I'll tell you I love you. I'll show you that I love you and maybe if we're lucky…"

"If it's meant to be." She replied nodding. He pulls back and gazes at her with all the love he feels for her.

"It's meant to be Felicity. It has been since I walked into your office. We were always going to get to this point." He smiled sadly.

"You're just trying to get into my pants." She said sassily, her cheeks blushing and her eyes filled with adoration. He laughed lowly, her hands skimming her sides.

"I'm not even out of them yet, but yes eternally. " He moved against her, she gasped and laughed as they rolled back over, losing themselves in their last few moments of happiness.

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