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Three weeks later…
“I thought a housewarming party was when people got a new home, not when one moved in with the other?” Roy asks Thea as his eyes scan the open space in Oliver and Felicity’s loft apartment.
Everyone from Sagittarius were spread out through the loft. Even Laurel’s sister Sara and her partner Nyssa were in town for the party. Moira and Walter were standing near the open door to the terrace talking with Yao Fei, John, and Lyla. Tommy was crouched down on the floor with Baby Sara sitting on Laurel’s lap as she played with her toys atop a plush chenille blanket.
“Roy, it’s a big deal for my brother and Felicity, just smile and have fun.” Thea says as she leaned in closer to him to keep from others hearing them.
“I think it’s pretty cool to have all of us here drinking their booze on their dime.” Rene says as he sips from his bottle of beer.
“Boys.” Thea rolls her eyes and then moves away to go talk with Felicity, who happens to be in a deep discussion with Sara.
It’s pretty apparent to everyone Sara is smitten with Felicity, however when everyone teases Sara, Nyssa would just speak up and say, “who wouldn’t be?” aiming a rather dashing smile at a blushing Felicity.
Nyssa gives her a once over, Felicity choosing an emerald green halter dress that compliments her natural bronze tan from her time spent poolside, plus the short skirt showing off her perfectly toned thighs and legs with a little help from black strappy heels.
Felicity looks up as Thea approaches, then looks over her shoulder to see Oliver walking to open the door. Slade and Rose make their way in, followed by Lillian. Felicity raises an eyebrow at Oliver when they both notice how Slade takes Lillian’s hand in his own, they grin at each other.
“Excuse me ladies, I’m going to say hello to Slade and his family.” Felicity makes the choice to acknowledge them as such because he seems to be beaming in their presence in a way they’ve not seen before.
Felicity makes her way to them, “Slade, Lillian, Rose, I’m so glad you all came.” She gives each a hug, holding on to Rose just a bit longer.
Rose has come such a long way. Slade and Lillian found her an excellent therapist, she’s also part of a support group consisting of those who suffered under Darhk. The team was reeling from the amount victims there were in Starling.
It was then Yao Fei created the Lotus House. An organization to help victims of human trafficking. He wanted to do something in honor of his wife, a woman who would have been the first to step forward offering comfort and support. He bought an entire building and is in the process of renovations to create housing for victims, and their families. Everyone has offered contributions in two ways- money and time. It’s been an experience every single one of them cherishes.
About half an hour later Oliver asked for everyone’s attention, Felicity moved to his left side.
Taking her hand Oliver began, “We both wanted to first say thank you so much for coming tonight. It means a lot to have you all here with us.”
The group of friends and family all mumble their happy sentiments of anytime and of course .
“Felicity and I have been back from Las Vegas for a few weeks now, and we have been quietly celebrating with each other.”
Everyone furrows their brows in confusion, except for John. He’s beams by a huge smile while holding Sara in his arms.
“What Oliver is cryptically trying to say is…” Felicity pulls her left hand out of the pocket of her dress and holds out her hand where a thin dark metal band sparkling with emeralds sits, “we got married!”
Everyone in unison gasped and then cheered over the news. Immediately Moira rushes them, taking their free hands into each of hers, “I am so ecstatic over this news! I couldn’t be a happier mother!”
She squeezes Oliver, then moves to take Felicity in her arms. Whispering to Felicity, “having gained you as a daughter is a truly amazing gift for me.”
Pulling back with tears, Moira kisses them both. A line has formed with them wanting to hug and congratulate them.
It was John who pulled up at the end looking at Oliver as Lyla hugs Felicity. Hand on Oliver’s shoulder, “I knew this is why we were here tonight. You can’t fool me brother. I saw it in your eyes the minute you both came back from Vegas.”
Oliver smirked and laughed, “yeah, I had a really hard time trying to hide the news until we were ready. I thought I had fooled you, you’re definitely a better actor than me Digg.”
“Oliver was bursting at the seams wanting to tell everyone the news.” Felicity chuckled as John pulled her in for a tight hug.
“John told me something was up, but then he’s got a really soft spot when it comes to shipping couples. You should see him when we watch our favorite tv shows.” Lyla winks at her husband as he shakes head nope and frowns at her for revealing his secret.
They laugh as Thea taps her wine glass with a fork, “I would like to say a few words since we’ve been deprived of a wedding reception.” She says with a big grin and everyone turns their focus on her.
“Oliver, you’ve been a pain in my butt,” she smirks as everyone laughs, “but in the best ways possible. You have given me so much love in all the ways a big brother should. You have been through some rough patches from your playboy days to becoming a soldier who has saved countless lives. You have continued to try and save humanity one mission at a time. I have always asked the Universe for someone worthy of your heart since I was able to understand what a soulmate was. I never ever could have imagined anyone more perfect than Felicity.”
Oliver pulls his wife tightly to his side as he wipes the moisture forming in the inner corners of his eyes. Felicity wrapping her arms around him, allowing her tears to fall down her cheeks.
Thea continues, “Felicity, you are everything and more than my mother and I could have prayed for when wanting a partner for Oliver. You are your own woman, self made, who has a heart the size of Texas that rivals my brother’s. You are not only strength and hope personified, but you are the epitome of perseverance and an example of what taking a chance on life can do for someone; and I am so happy to call you my sister now.”
Thea rushes over to them both, the three of them hugging and crying. Everyone clapping, Moira taking Walter’s handkerchief to wipe her eyes.
“Damn Speedy, you really broke me there.” Oliver says when he wraps both his arms around Thea.
“Yeah well it’s about damn time you gave me a reason to say what I’ve always felt.” She winks at him and he chuckles.
Looking at everyone Felicity says, “our decision to get married was not just a chance we took, but it was a choice we knew we’d never regret. However we didn’t want the big white wedding. We wanted it to be between us, privately expressing to each other what we were promising each other for the rest of our lives.” Smiling at Oliver, “we were married by a friend of my mother’s. A very eccentric rabbi who frequented my mother’s tables at the casinos.” Laughing she looked over at Oliver.
Oliver added, “and a drag queen and cocktail waitress.”
His smile was one of a man absolutely tickled by their very eccentric private ceremony that he would never change for the world. The rabbi, drag queen, and waitress (both friends of her mother’s) were more than he could have ever hoped for when he considered what his wedding might be.
Everyone was laughing at the story and they all began a discussion about how great their story will be to share later on life when they have a family. Not everyone was still understanding about Felicity’s inability to have children.
However she had already told Oliver that adoption was not off the table and he had picked her up twirling over the idea that one day they’d have a family of their own choosing. Letting people know would be something that would be discussed one by one rather than as a whole group.
She wasn’t ashamed anymore, like she use to be. Now she knew that no matter what, she was surrounded by supportive and understanding people.
The rest of the evening was a celebration, everyone taking turns to say a few words. Thea demanding they create a wedding registry or she would just buy them what she wanted. Moira saying they should really consider a proper reception, even if it was a simple dinner hosted at the mansion. Tommy regaling the group with some of Oliver's antics when they were young, only to end with saying how he’s turned into one of the greatest men he knows and how happy he is! Also adding he and John knew it would happen one day.
Oliver and Felicity held on to each other smiling and laughing, loving their family and friends more than ever in that moment.
***
“Well that went over perfectly.” Felicity said as she wandered into the closet to change out of her dress.
Oliver already had his shirt unbuttoned and open with his tie undone hanging from his neck, revealing his white undershirt, he sat down on the bed looking at his ring.
“I knew it would. I knew my mom would cry, I just wasn’t expecting that much.”
“Your Mom was just overwhelmed with the news, but I really think we should give her that reception.” Felicity calls out from the closet.
“I’m okay with it, if you feel like letting her plan it.”
“I’m totally okay with letting her plan it all.” Felicity makes her way out of the closet.
Oliver eyes drift up from the dark metal wedding band with one emerald stone on his hand. Felicity was standing in the doorway dressed in a black lace nightgown with a slit to her hip, fluttery cap sleeves. A thin black ribbon tightened to show off her hourglass shape. Her right arm bracing herself against the door jamb, her left hand set on her cocked hip her ring glinting in the lamplight. She had her left leg thrusting out through the slit of her gown, her feet still adorned with thin strappy heels, the kind she knew he loved on her, from tonight.
Oliver felt his blood heat to a boiling point in an instant. Her hair was down, falling like wavy golden rays of sunlight. Her lips were a soft pink, her eyes still smokey giving her bedroom eyes. His eyes wandered down the length of her body, he could see that dark rosy pink nipples that always drove him crazy to her toned stomach, then to the lacy hip hugging panties. Again he tried to swallow but it was hard seeing her standing there, looking like a 40’s film noir beauty.
Oliver finally felt the air fill his lungs, he licked his lips slowly, then swallowed the lump down. He didn’t move, just sat there frozen letting his eyes take in his wife . When that thought came to him, he suddenly felt all his caveman tendencies surface. She was his, all his and suddenly he wanted to claim her again and again all night long.
Felicity moved from the doorway, making her way to him. Oliver sat straighter watching her move, the lace softly swishing around her legs, the sound of her heels clicking on the hardwood floor.
“Fuck babe,” he licked his lips again, “you’re playing with fire looking like...” he trailed off not sure how to explain it.
Felicity stopped before approaching him, “looking like what?” She ran her hands up and down her sides. “Something out of your fantasies?”
He tilted his head at her, “my fantasies?”
She blushed slightly and then bit her lip, “I, uhmm, may have taken a little tour through your home computer before joining the team a while back and found that you seemed rather interested in 1940s film noir, especially with a femme fatale plot.” She gave him a sultry smile.
Oliver slowly smiled at the realization she was role playing. He stood up slowly, walking towards then past her. Felicity watched him walk to their Bose speaker system. Oliver looking over something, then suddenly the sounds of Billie Holiday’s voice flows through the room.
Oliver held his hand out to Felicity, she took it as he pulled closer and then twirled her. She let out a gasp of surprise and then he pulled her into him. Placing his left arm around her waist, pulling her close against his body, his right hand holding her left close to their bodies he began to dance with his wife. Felicity let out a soft giggle and allowed him to lead her in a slow dance as Billie Holiday croons.
“So Miss, are you here alone tonight?” Oliver asks playing into the role of dashing hero.
Felicity lowered her head, then looked up through her lashes coquettishly, “no, I’m afraid not.” Playing into their little fantasy.
“Then I’ll just have to do something about it.” Oliver says as he spins Felicity slowly in the dance.
“He’s dangerous!” She says in mock fear, giggling at his smile.
“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” Oliver replies with a growl.
“Promise?” Looking up into his vivid blue eyes, loving the slight wrinkles at the corners of each as they dance their night away.
“Anything for you.” Oliver leans in and kisses her. Their lips press together in one of those perfectly romantic kisses you’d see from Rita Hayworth and Tony Martin.
When Oliver pulled away, Felicity took a few seconds longer to open her eyes. She parted her lips softly and whispered, “loving you is my greatest joy.”
Looking into her eyes, Oliver saw flashes of their future and he knew he would forever stay the happiest man on earth. “As is loving you, my love.”
THE END