A/N: Still don't own it. My husband claims he's gonna need to do a lot of sit-ups to look like Arrow for Halloween. I'll probably need to do a few, too, if I want to even dream of dressing as Felicity. Meh, scratch that - maybe we'll go as Michelin men.

Sure enough, when Felicity pulls into the driveway of her tiny house, the bike is parked there, but the rider is nowhere to be seen. Every muscle in her body thrums in anticipation as she gets out of the car and walks to the front door, hearing the "beep" when she locks the car doors from the porch. The door of her house is still locked, so she punches in the code to the keyless entry pad and opens it quietly.

As she closes - and relocks - it behind her, she calls out, "Oliver?"

When there is no response, she continues walking through the dark toward her bedroom, depositing her shoes and purse in their normal spots. Her bedroom is dark, but the curtain is fluttering in the slight breeze of the open window - one that hadn't been open when she left this morning. Her heart starts pounding and the pulsing in areas below her belt is suddenly nearly painful - she isn't entirely sure she won't give herself an orgasm just walking across the room.

She moves to close the window, whispering, "Oliver?" again as she did. Still no answer. Once she had secured the window and rearranged the curtains, she turns back to face her room, intent upon finding wherever he was hiding.

She didn't have to look long. As she turned back, suddenly he was there, his body pressed to hers with delicious force. His arms band around her, one hand pulling the tie out of her ponytail and then tangling into her loose locks, the other unrelenting around her waist. His lips press to hers, the slight growth of hair on his chin scraping against hers in a welcome way. She opens her mouth under his, whimpering slightly as his tongue slides in to tangle with hers, mimicking motions she hopes will be repeated in other places tonight.

Felicity manages to get her hands between them to work on the fly of his pants. After the button has sprung free and the zipper is down, she slides her hands into the waistband, encouraging the pants to slide down over his hips and legs, pulling his underwear with them. Oliver groans into her mouth as she takes his cock into her hands, pumping slightly.

He pulls away just enough to yank his shirt over his head, allowing her a glance down to what she's working with. "Whoa," she says involuntarily. She'd caught glimpses, of course, when he changed in the Foundry out of his leather pants, but that had not been enough to totally prepare her for the real thing.

Oliver smirks, enough light coming through the windows that she can see his brows waggle. "What every man wants to hear," he teases, as he pulls her back to him.

Felicity chuckles, then retorts, "I don't know why. You know you're the hottest guy on the planet. In Starling City. To me. Anyway…" she trails off.

"The hottest guy to you?" Oliver says in a cocky voice between kisses and nips to her neck as he works the zipper on the back of her skirt. Felicity had been wrong. She hadn't known all the iterations of Oliver, because she had not known this version - playful, flirtatious and looking at her like she was the only woman on Earth. She likes this version, too.

"Oh get off it," she says, swatting his shoulder playfully. "You know you're hot." Her voice breaks at the end, as he pushes her skirt and panties down, following them to the ground so he lands on his knees in front of her.

He smirks again as he leans forward, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her thighs and lower belly before straying oh-so-close to the parts of her that have been wanting his attention all night. She pulls her blouse off over her head, unlatching her bra and flinging them both across the room. He looks up at her, almost reverently, as he slides a finger between her legs. "You're wet for me, Felicity," he practically growls.

She whimpers again as he removes his finger without giving her what she wants at all, and not trusting herself to reply to his remark. Oliver stands up slowly, taking his time with more kissing and licking and teasing up her body, causing her to outright moan when his mouth meets her breasts. He knows exactly what he is doing, playing her body like an instrument.

A few moments later, his mouth meets hers again and he begins backing her toward the bed. He lays her down, and stands back, admiring for the briefest second. "You are beautiful," he says, before kneeling on the bed in front of her. She almost sits up to pull him onto her, but then his tongue and mouth and fingers begin doing things of indescribable pleasure between her legs, and it is all she can do to keep from wrapping her legs around his head to keep him there.

She looks down across her body at him and sees that he is looking up at her. Their eyes meet in so erotic a moment it sends Felicity straight to the stars. "Oliver!" she cries as she climaxes, her fingers finding purchase in his hair. He crawls up beside her then, his fingers never leaving their work, keeping her orgasm trailing in little aftershocks.

He kisses her mouth, hard, his stubble leaving scrapes. She opens to him, tasting herself on his lips, wanting to tangle her tongue with his. As his hand sends her shooting toward another climax, she pulls away. "Please, Oliver," she whispers, using her hands on his shoulders to pull him toward her. "I need you. I need you inside me."

"Do you have a condom?" he whispers back.

Shit. Why hadn't she thought of protection before? She obviously wasn't thinking straight. "No, but I'm clean and on birth control," she answers quickly. Felicity can see the uncertainty on Oliver's face, and adds, "All my nights, remember? They're yours."

He meets her eyes as his fingers find a certain spot they've been searching for, making her moan again. He leans close to her. "Felicity," he says darkly into her ear as she comes again, "I am not going to be gentle."

"Oh!" she cries, her eyes watering at the sensations happening much further south, her muscles clenching again at his tone of voice and those words. "Good!" she manages to say, biting her bottom lip.

Oliver removes his hand as he centers himself over Felicity, grinning as her hips buck toward him. He leans down over her, bracing himself on his forearms, ignoring the strain of the muscles in his back that are sore from his earlier fight. "Say it, Felicity. Tell me what you want," he taunts, pressing forward just far enough that he can feel her heat on his cock.

She grasps his shoulders, her nails biting in the best way as she looks up at him and her eyes flash. "Fuck me, Oliver."

In a flash he has thrust forward into her, setting a punishing pace that they're obviously both feeling. Felicity's legs wrap around his waist, her hips pumping in a counter-rhythm to his. He's not going to last long, she feels too good and he's wanted this for too long. "Fuck, Felicity!" he spats, focusing all of his power of self-control into not coming just yet.

"Oliver!" she cries again, her head thrown back in a most beautiful display of passion. Her nails dig into his shoulders, and he is going to savor the marks they are leaving. He can feel the tension mounting in her again, her motions becoming more erratic until finally, she comes apart under him - all sweet moaning and clenched muscles - pulling him with her.

He collapses in a heap onto her, his head on her breasts, their labored breathing now the only sound in the room. He shifts as if to move away, and her arms tighten again, holding him just where he's fallen. "I'm too heavy," he protests. "Don't want to hurt you."

"Let me hold you," she replies gently, stroking the back of his head. So he lets her. And it is in these quiet moments that he feels the final brick in the wall he'd built around his heart fall away. That he realizes she was it for him all along, perhaps since that bullet-ridden laptop and his first lame cover.

A bit later, he does move to lie beside her, pulling her to his chest and holding onto her like a life preserver as he kisses her hair. "Please don't leave," she whispers, a little waver in her voice.

"Where would I go, Felicity?" he replies, his nose tucked into her hair. "I owe you all my nights."

She sighs contentedly and he hears the smile in her voice as she retorts, "That's a big debt, Queen, and I charge interest."

He squeezes to his chest again, liking the feel of her in his arms. "Put it on my tab."

She turns, just enough to look him in the eye. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For taking this risk. I know it was hard for you and I want you to know that I appreciate what it took for you to let me in."

Oliver kisses her softly as she rolls to face him and pushes one of her legs between his, tangling them together. "Oh, Felicity," he says. "It was always you for me. I've known it for a while."

She grins. "I love you, too."

He grins back, feeling his happiness descend into and begin to illuminate dark places inside him he thought would never see light again. "Since we're being so serious, Felicity, there's something I need to tell you. A secret that I won't keep between us if we're going to be together."

Oliver can practically see the gears click into action and begin whirring in her head as she meets his eyes. "What is it, Oliver?" she asks, squeezing his bicep with the hand that is resting there. "You can tell me anything."

"Well," he begins, looking seriously into her eyes, "I'm not quite sure how to say it."

"Just say it," she encourages. "I can take it."

He takes a steadying breath and schools his face into order before continuing. "Felicity, I'm the Arrow."

She bursts into laughter, and so does he. It feels good.

After a few minutes of uncontrollable laughter, the mood shifts again as she kisses him. He rolls onto his back, helping her straddle his waist and enjoying the way she moves as she stretches to put her glasses on her bedside table.

They spend most of the rest of the night exploring and learning one anothers' bodies, both marveling at the new-found feelings between them. Felicity never thought he'd give her a chance - Oliver never knew how giving someone his heart could make him feel stronger. In the early morning hours as he watched her sleep, he kissed her temple. "I couldn't let you in, Felicity," he whispers. "You were already there."

A/N: hope you liked it!