A/N: Woops! Sorry about that! I posted the wrong document at first, and some of you may have seen chapter 6 of Second Date, and you were probably like wtf? This website sometimes sucks. All fixed now.

There is a link to Felicity's outfit on Tumblr: tumblr dot com/post/105602756942/felicitys-third-date-outfit-hair

Felicity had been awake for a while, basking in the light that streamed through her window. She woke with a sense of excitement that she couldn't contain, knowing that today was the day she would get to finally have sex with Oliver. She probably could have crossed that line with him last night, but a very small part of her was glad that they had been interrupted, if only to preserve her (probably arbitrary) rule about waiting. The more she thought about it, though, the more she realized that the rule didn't apply to them, not really; not when there had been a palpable tension between them since the beginning. And she knew that no matter when it happened, it would never be considered a "sudden" thing. And she was sure beyond all doubt that she wasn't a fling to him. He wasn't the man he used to be, and besides, they had exchanged declarations last night.

She turned to bury her head in her pillow, giving herself a moment to squeal with joy. Oliver loved her. It was a fact. She wished she could go back to a younger version of herself and tell her that dreams do come true. Not a shallow dream of getting the hot guy (although, she couldn't lie to herself, dating a guy as hot as Oliver did feed her ego a bit), but that she would find a love that felt as true and epic as this. She thought she had known what love was; she thought she had felt it with Cooper. But what she felt for Oliver was completely different. It felt more permanent.

She shook her head from her thoughts, getting way ahead of herself. She was determined just to enjoy whatever they were right now, and what they had was pretty darn good.

She distantly heard a jingle of keys right before the sound of the apartment door opening and closing. She glanced at her alarm clock, noticing it was a few minutes past eight. She shook her head, smiling. Looks like she wasn't the only one anxious to start their day.

She immediately feigned sleep, wanting to see what he would do. She heard her bedroom door opening, and to his credit, she didn't hear any other sounds from him. She was tempted to peek, wondering if he had moved at all, or if he was just standing in the doorway. She smelled the heavenly fragrance of coffee and pastries, but she kept her eyes closed, waiting for his next move.

She felt more than heard him moving toward her, and the only sounds were coming from the paper bag he carried. She heard him place everything on her bedside table before the bed dipped beside her. She could hear his quiet breaths, and the familiar smell of his brown leather jacket filled her senses. A finger lightly stroked her temple, clearing away the hair from her face. The finger traveled down her cheek, turning into a hand on her jaw. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, and she felt him leaning close to plant a kiss on her lips. She fought to keep her face neutral, hoping he didn't catch the tiny smile that made the corners of her lips twitch.

He slowly peeled the comforter back, stroking her arm in the process. She couldn't stop the shiver that wracked her body, and she could almost hear his smirk. Her tank top suddenly felt rough on her nipples, which meant that the girls had woken up and Oliver had a front and center view. She heard his breathing pick up, and his hand wandered to stroke the side of her breast, moving toward the peak. He brushed his fingers across her nipple, hardening it further, and a jolt of arousal traveled down through her navel. She just managed to hold back a gasp.

His hand continued its exploration, moving to her other breast. His finger circled her nipple before pinching it lightly, and she inhaled sharply through her nose.

Still, she kept her eyes closed.

He pulled the comforter back further, bringing it down to her waist, and she felt him changing his position on the bed. He straddled her legs and pushed her tank up her sides, his warm, rough hands sparking sensation all over her skin. He pushed her tank all the way up to reveal her breasts, and then plunged his mouth over one nipple, circling it with his tongue, tugging on it gently with his teeth. She couldn't hold back a moan this time, and she clutched the sheet beneath her hands, gripping it with all her might while he relentlessly stirred up her arousal.

He kissed a path down her chest, down her belly, and he pulled back the comforter completely. He made quick work of stripping her from the waist down before pushing her legs apart and settling himself between them.

Her eyes popped open at the feeling of his tongue on her, and she gasped out loud. "Oliver!"

The way he was looking at her caused a stirring deep inside. His eyes were dark with desire and he had a mischievous grin on his face. "Are you done pretending to be asleep?"

She giggled. "You caught me."

He smiled brightly before lowering his mouth onto her again. She squirmed under his attention, surprised when she felt an orgasm already building. The moment he started using his fingers was the moment she finally tipped over the edge, panting and moaning as she convulsed around him. He continued kissing and stroking her as she came down from her climax, slowing down and then stopping as she melted into the mattress, feeling boneless and sated.

He crawled up her body and kissed her thoroughly before placing himself beside her, gently caressing her waist. "Good morning," he murmured, laughing at her with his eyes.

"It certainly is," she replied with a smile. "I could get used to waking up this way."

His smile brightened even more at the idea. "I could easily make that happen."

She chuckled. Her hand wandered down to his groin, feeling the effects of their playtime on his body. "My turn?"

His breath left him in a huff as he laughed. "Not yet. I have plans, Miss Smoak."

She quirked an eyebrow. "Plans, huh? Do tell."

He shook his head. "I'm going to show you, instead. Question is, do you want to eat now, or get ready first?"

She took a deep breath, smelling the coffee that was on the nightstand beside her. "Coffee first. Coffee is always first."

"Okay," he nodded. He reached over her to grab their drinks. She sat up and pulled the comforter around her waist before taking her drink from his hand.

"Mmm, thank you." She popped open the spout before taking a moment to enjoy the aroma. She took her first sip and held it in her mouth briefly before swallowing it down with a sigh. "Coffee," she murmured rapturously, closing her eyes against the warm, blissful feeling in her belly.

"Your little raspberry croissants are over there," he said, gesturing to the paper bag.

"Rugelach," she corrected him absent-mindedly, still sipping on her coffee. It was a conversation they'd had too many times, and she was certain he did it just to tease her.

"That's what I said," he responded, tossing a cheeky smile her way.

She simply quirked an eyebrow at him. "Well, the rugelach can wait, I don't want crumbs in my bed." She started to get up, when she remembered she was naked from the waist down. A light blush filled her cheeks. She wanted to take a shower, but she felt funny walking around half naked in front of Oliver. She turned to him. "Um, can you take the pastries to the living room and wait for me while I get ready?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Really? You're shy after what I just did to you?"

Her blush deepened. "It's still new!"

He grinned, and brought her face closer to his for a kiss. "Okay. I'll see you outside." He got up from the bed, grabbing the paper bag before walking out of her bedroom, tossing a lingering gaze over his shoulder.

She took a moment to hug her knees, enjoying the last remnants of her afterglow. The things that man just did with his tongue—she considered herself a lucky woman. And she knew she hadn't seen the extent of his skills yet.

She jumped out of bed, putting on her pajama bottoms for the short walk to the bathroom. Her eyes met with Oliver's on her way there, who had turned away from the TV to look at her. He glanced down at her pants with a heated smile, and then looked back at her face with a smirk. She narrowed her eyes at him playfully, and he laughed out loud.

God, she loved the sound of his laughter.

She took a little bit longer than usual getting ready, but that was because she shaved and plucked and exfoliated within an inch of her life. Not that she didn't take care of herself on a regular basis, but she had extra motivation to primp today.

When she was done, she darted out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, and ducked into the bedroom as quickly as she could. She opened her dresser drawer to pull out underwear when she realized a snag in her plan. What she wore underneath would depend on what she wore on the outside, but she wasn't sure how to dress for today.

Making sure the towel was secure, she opened the door a crack and called for Oliver. He came to her door with an inquisitive expression. She didn't miss the way his eyes darted down to the hand that held her towel in place, or the little smile that followed.

She decided to let it pass without comment, a more pressing matter occupying her thoughts. "How exactly should I be dressing today?"

A smile lit up his face as he thought about the question. "Think outdoors. Dress warm."

She pursed her lips in thought. "Outdoors like hiking? Or outdoors like city strolling?"

"Somewhere in between."

She sighed. "That doesn't really clarify anything."

He chuckled. "Let's put it this way: we will be surrounded by nature but it's still in the middle of civilization."

"So, like a park."

He shrugged. "Sort of."

She narrowed her eyes at him, her lips quirking up in a lopsided smile. "You know I don't like mysteries."

"Felicity," he said, shaking his head as he laughed. "It's called a surprise. You'll like it, I promise."

She stared at him with mock suspicion before relenting. "Okay, fine. I think I have enough information for my outfit."

"Okay," he answered with laughter in his voice.

She closed the door gently and proceeded to put an outfit together. Outdoors and a slightly chilly day meant no skirts, unless…she did just recently buy a really nice pair of suede over the knee boots, which should keep her legs pretty warm. With that in mind, she decided on a gray cashmere sweater and a textured royal blue skater skirt. She put on nude pantyhose for a little more insulation against the brisk weather, and packed a pale pink cardigan in her purse, just in case. She dug the new boots out of her closet and sat on the bed to put them on.

Once dressed, she flitted to the bathroom to take care of hair and makeup. She decided to leave her hair curly today, not wanting to keep Oliver waiting too much longer. She styled it with mousse, scrunching her hair with her hands to bring out the curls. She moved onto makeup, and decided to keep it simple today. She popped in her contacts and then emerged from the bathroom, ready to go.

Oliver did a little double take when he looked at her. A smile crept onto his face. "I like your hair."

She smiled back at him. "Thanks. I didn't feel like blowing it out today."

He muted the television and came around the couch to stand in front of her. He trailed a finger through her hair, lifting the ends before letting it fall back down. "You should leave it curly more often."

She ducked her head and blushed. "Maybe for casual days. I have a professional image to keep up, you know."

He took a deep breath, and his gaze turned tender. "I like it that way, too."

Her heart warmed at his affectionate tone, and she got lost in his gaze, letting it penetrate her soul. She grabbed onto the edges of his jacket and pulled him down for a long, lingering kiss.

Her stomach chose that second to complain loudly, and both of them broke away from the kiss, dissolving into laughter.

"Sorry," she laughed.

He pulled her toward the couch. "Let's get you fed."