A/N: Here's my brief opinion on Raylicity: no, it's not end-game. Marc Guggenheim expressly stated that one can safely assume anything set in season 3 isn't going to last until the end of their (hopefully) long run as a show.

I love Olicity. I know Oliver and Felicity will be together someday. But this is Raylicity's time. And I am embracing that handsome man who opens his heart to Felicity in ways Oliver never has but that homegirl definitely deserves. Everything about them is adorable to me.

Prompt: Ray's return. This was quickly written in a half hour, but I couldn't help myself!

It was nearly five in the morning when Ray returned to his apartment. The adrenalin rush had only begun to abate slightly, and he ached to get back to Felicity and ask her to help him adjust the fuel output mechanism in order to enable softer, less-jolty landings. If they started on it now, it could be perfected before they had to even be at work in the morning.

But when he finally stepped back into his bedroom, all thoughts of the A.T.O.M. suit vanished from his mind. He'd meant it when he told her, that when he's with her, it's just her. Work disappears, the suit disappears, and the only thing left... is her.

Felicity lay there, turned away from him, and the sheets had fallen low along her long, smooth back. He stood in the doorway and stared. Everything in him pulled him towards the bed, but he forced himself to take a moment, now, to just… appreciate the sight of her, insomuch as she was there.

And the memory of all that had happened last night washed over him. He could still vividly recall the grip of her fingers as they buried themselves in his hair, could remember the warmth of her neck beneath his tongue, the feel of her hard breathing against his chest.

Two monumental things had happened last night. Second of which was a working suit of armor that allowed the wearer to fly.

He finally made his way towards her, yanking his shirt over his head with one hand and gently sliding himself behind her under the covers once more. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him, burying his nose in her hair and breathing her in. She stirred slightly.

"Mm… Ray?" He planted kisses atop her shoulder, murmuring against her skin,

"Didn't mean to wake you."

She sighed heavily and leaned against him, entwining her fingers with his own and mumbled, "Need more sleep..."

He smiled into the crook of her neck and replied, "Sorry, go back to sleep, Felicity." But she twisted around in his arms at that point, with a concerted effort it seemed. Facing him, her eyes blinked opened slowly and, her gaze meeting his in the dim light of the bedroom, she said, "I meant you. Mister up-all-night." The way her fingertips brushed against his chest was like lightning, and he couldn't stop the rueful smile at her discovery of his absence.

"Too right you are. If you'll join me, though, let's get that sleep I need." Her lips twitched upwards and he leaned down to capture them with his, unthinkingly. Kissing her was still new and filled with sensation. Perhaps it wasn't something you ever got used to, kissing Felicity Smoak.

When they broke apart, she smiled dazedly at him, her voice heavy with sleep and something else. "I'd be happy to sleep with you. I mean, near you. In a resting-type fashion, that is."

He just chuckled and pulled her closer, the adrenaline of the evening evaporating from him completely.

a/n: This mostly came from my frustration for the small supply of good Raylicity fics.