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The Retreat

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Felicity rolled over in bed, her nose colliding with something warm and firm. The distinctly male scent invaded her senses and she tingled, a slow smile spreading across her face. She allowed her eyes to drift open leisurely, drinking in the sight of Oliver, naked and golden and hard. All over.

She glanced up at him and her eyes brightened when they met his. His gaze devoured her hungrily. “Good morning,” she said lazily, trailing her fingertips over his abdomen. She walked them over his taut skin, letting her nails graze one nipple before drifting to the other side and brushing against the hardened peak. A wicked grin appeared on his full lips when he suddenly grabbed her hand, pulling it downward. She laughed, tugging it out of his grip and mapping the lower terrain of his body greedily, wanting to touch every bit of him she could.

A pained hiss escaped between his clenched teeth when her hand slid over his stomach, skirting around the hardening cock that pressed against it, and slipping between his thighs. Her small fingers cupped his testicles and squeezed gently, delighting in the way his fists tightened in the blankets. “Are you just going to tease me?” he growled, his voice rough with need.

“After the day we had yesterday, I feel like being playful,” Felicity teased. “So sue me.” Despite her words, she took pity on him and slid down his body, her breasts pressing enticingly against his stomach. She bit her lip and gazed up at him through lowered lashes when she moved down further, his cock sliding into her cleavage. She paused for a moment, rubbing her chest against him so he slid back and forth between her breasts, and he groaned helplessly.

“You’re killing me,” Oliver rasped, and she grinned.

“I’m just getting started,” she promised. Her lips slid over the head of his cock and she used the tip of her tongue to tease the weeping slit. He twitched in her mouth; she smiled around him. Her hand came up to wrap around the base of his shaft and she stroked, her pace relaxed at first but then picking up speed as she worked her mouth down over him. His hips came up off the bed and he tangled his fingers in her silky blonde hair, urging her on as he thrust helplessly between her lips.

“Fuck, Felicity, you have to stop,” he gasped. “I’m not going to last.”

She pulled back, pouting, and he grinned. He wrapped his long, strong fingers around her wrist and tugged, pulling her up so that she was straddling his waist, but he didn’t slip inside her. Instead, his hands caressed the length of her body. He ran his palms down her arms, cupping her elbows lightly before fitting them to the curve of her hips. They stroked up and down unhurriedly as he looked up into her face adoringly.

“I love you, Felicity,” he breathed. “From now until the end of time.”

Tears sparkled in her eyes. “I love you too, Oliver. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

He gripped her hips tightly and flipped her, making her shriek with laughter. When he had her pinned underneath him, his knee nudging her core, the laughter faded away and the passion flamed. She stared up at him heatedly, arching her back in a silent plea. He moved his leg and covered her body with his, his cock pressed between her thighs. With a quiet groan, he slipped inside her and felt her warmth envelop him like a glove.

A breathy moan rumbled in her throat and she lifted her hips, trying to take him in deeper, to get closer to him. His fingers found their way to her thighs and slid underneath them, lifting and pulling gently until she was spread open underneath him. He rolled his hips, pressing deeper into her, filling her. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes and spilled over, running down the sides of her face. “Hey,” he said, concerned. “This is a happy day. No tears, okay?”

Felicity sniffled. “I’m crying because I’m happy, you doof,” she choked out with a half-laugh. “I never imagined I’d be here like this, with you. Especially with everything that happened last year.”

Oliver pressed his knees into the mattress to support himself while he framed her face with his hands, his gaze fierce as he stared into her eyes. “I didn’t either, but now that we’re here, I can promise you that I will never let you go. You’ll never lose me, okay?” His tone was adamant and Felicity had no choice but to nod her understanding.

Wanting to shake off the serious mood, she moved underneath him, reminding him of what they’d been doing before he got distracted by her tears. Groaning, he entwined his fingers with hers, guiding them up the pillow so that her arms were above her head, their hands joined while he eased out of her and thrust back in. His face dropped to hers and she tilted her chin up, meeting his lips in a frantic, messy kiss. Their tongues crashed together and Oliver continued to drive into her, his fingers clenching tighter around hers as his hips pumped forward.

Felicity could feel the sensations curling through her lower body, working their way through her stomach and down to her core. The pressure grew and she began to gasp, the sounds feeling torn from her throat as she strained to get closer to the release that was just out of reach. “Oh God, Oliver,” she panted, wrapping her legs around his waist in an effort to pull him deeper into her. “I’m so close, oh God, please, please!”

He ducked his head again, smiling against her lips before capturing them in a fiery kiss. This one was less frantic and more sensual, his tongue delving into her mouth and curling around hers. The intensity of the kiss escalated as her orgasm bloomed, and she broke away from him in order to inhale shuddery breaths. Oliver could feel how close she was and he reached down, sliding his fingers over her slippery wet clit, rubbing the little button with just the right amount of pressure.

A shriek of ecstasy burst from her lips and her body trembled underneath his, clenching and releasing around his aching cock. He grit his teeth, sweat beading at his hairline as he continued to thrust deeply, his speed increasing with every stroke. When Felicity suddenly arched up and cried out for a second time, the orgasm rippling through her and causing her to squeeze tightly, he felt his own orgasm tear through him. He jerked, erupting inside her with a hoarse shout, and shuddered through the completion of the aftershocks.

He rested inside her for a few moments, his forehead pressed to hers as he breathed in and out harshly. She lifted her head, her mouth finding his and scattering a series of light, quick kisses over his lips and jaw as they both regained their breath and came back down to earth. After a few moments, Oliver released his grip on her fingers and eased back, his softening cock slipping from her body. Rolling onto his side, he reached for her and she snuggled against his chest while he wrapped his arms around her.

“I love you,” he mumbled drowsily.

She smiled. “I know.” They lay there in comfortable silence for a minute or two before she reluctantly pulled away from him and sat up. “We have to head downstairs. Everyone is going to be waiting to see us.”

“You’d think they’d know better,” he muttered grumpily. “After yesterday, they shouldn’t expect to see our faces all day today.”

“Don’t be a baby,” she teased. “Come on, I’ll let you soap me off in the shower.” Her eyes held a gleam of promise and Oliver could feel himself begin to harden once more.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he complained good-naturedly as he followed her into the bathroom. When she stepped into the shower and turned the water on, letting it run down her body until she was dripping wet and gleaming, he decided with a very self-satisfied smirk that there couldn’t be a better way to go.

Forty-five minutes later, they finally extricated themselves from the shower and quickly dried off and dressed. Felicity threw her hair into a sleek chignon, her hair still wet and a dark blonde color. Despite the demure look and the fact that they’d taken each other twice in the last hour, Oliver was tempted to toss her back down on the bed and say to hell with everyone downstairs. One warning look from her had him controlling his urges, albeit with a muttered complaint, and the two descended the stairs hand in hand.

They made their way to the dining room and were pleased by the warm greeting they got.

“Hey! Here are the newlyweds, finally!” Oliver smiled as Lyla got up from her place at the table and crossed over to them, giving Oliver and then Felicity huge hugs. “Not that I blame you, but you guys ran away so fast last night after the reception. Are you at least going to have breakfast with the rest of us?”

“Yeah, man. We didn’t fly all the hell way out to Barbados for your wedding, just to sit around and never see you,” Roy teased him around a mouthful of pancake.

“It’s our wedding and our honeymoon,” Oliver reminded the younger man mildly. “I can’t believe you expected to see us at all.” He and Felicity took seats at the table, across from Digg and Lyla. Thea and Roy sat on Lyla’s other side, with the baby bouncing in Thea’s lap.

“I can’t believe you actually got married,” Thea chimed in, smirking. “My playboy big brother seemed destined to be a bachelor for life.”

“That’s because you hadn’t seen them day in and day out for the last couple years before the retreat,” Digg said with a chuckle, punctuating his statement with a bite of bacon. “These two were like a bomb just waiting to go off, and that retreat was exactly what they needed to light the fuse.”

“Not that I’m not grateful you guys found each other or anything, but maybe now that you’re married, you’ll tone it down with the nauseatingly sweet crap?” Thea remarked dryly, and Roy snorted.

“Good luck with that,” he said bluntly. “You think it was bad having to see them on the odd occasion you were actually all home at the same time? Try dealing with it every night at work.”

“All right, all right,” Felicity interrupted good-naturedly, taking the light-hearted teasing in stride. “I’m just glad we’re all here, together, celebrating the fact that Oliver and I made it out of here alive and together.”

“Yeah, about that,” Roy interrupted. He glanced around, his eyebrows drawing together. “Why in the world would you come back to this place after you both almost died here?”

Thea and Lyla rolled their eyes while Digg just shook his head in amusement. Roy’s gaze bounced to each of them in turn. “What?” he asked, mystified.

Lyla smiled kindly at him. “There’s no place as special as the one where you finally figure out you’re with the person you want to be with for the rest of your life,” she explained. She glanced over at Diggle affectionately. “For me and Johnny, that place will always be Afghanistan.”

“Except we didn’t last,” he pointed out.

She shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. That was where I knew. It just took us awhile to figure out how to make it work.” They shared a private smile.

“So why were you here?” Thea questioned Oliver and Felicity, diverting everyone’s attention from the pair as she handed the baby a sippy cup of juice. “You never really did tell me what happened.”

“Us either, for that matter,” Digg reminded them, referring to Roy, Lyla, and himself. “All you ended up telling us was that Ariel and Peter were the couriers and you caught them and shut down the operation.”

Oliver nodded to Felicity, deferring to her for explanation. “Oliver had an informant who told him about a bio-weapon operation that had moved into Starling City. They had a contact in Barbados and every time there was a retreat at the Tipton, a pair of male and female couriers were sent to pose as husband and wife, accept the shipment, and take it back home. We came out to learn the couriers’ identity, intercept them, and shut down the operation.”

“How did you figure it out?” Thea asked. “I know missions are like you guys’ thing, but still, that’s not much information to go on.” At Felicity’s urging, Oliver had reluctantly disclosed his identity as the Arrow to Thea three months after they returned home from Barbados. Once he’d proposed, she’d been incredibly uncomfortable keeping secrets from her future sister-in-law. Thea had taken the news surprisingly well, though she hadn’t integrated herself into the team the way Oliver feared she would want to. She was just happy to be running Verdant again and relieved to know what was going on beneath her feet every night.

“Fortunately, there were only five other couples. It wasn’t easy, but we managed to eliminate two of them early on,” Oliver answered. “So that left us with three couples to focus on.”

“If it had been one pair of couriers pretending to be married, it wouldn’t have been half so hard to figure it out,” Felicity added. “What we didn’t realize at the time was that the couriers actually came with their spouses to throw suspicion off. I never would have suspected Ariel because her real husband, Donovan Blackstock, is one of QC’s investors. Oliver and I knew him well before we ever arrived here, and that messed with our ability to recognize Ariel Blackstock as the mastermind.”

“Mastermind?” Roy asked with a frown. “I thought she was just a courier.”

“The bio weapons were Ariel’s idea,” Oliver explained. “She was the head of the ring. Peter Moreau was one of her executives, and he brought his wife Nadia so they appeared to be just a normal couple. They may have known that their activities were being reported because they were actually here to get the last delivery and shut the Barbados operation down. I suspect that’s why their contact, Raymond Elezar, disappeared; he was afraid of being shut down along with the operation.”

“Raymond was brought in by Ariel when she came up with the idea for the operation,” Felicity continued, picking up the thread of Oliver’s story. “They were friends from MIT, back when Ariel was a mousy brunette named Kody Carron, and she knew Raymond had the skills she needed. He was already here in Bridgetown, so he lied and conned his way into a job at the Tipton in order to facilitate the delivery of the weapons.”

“When did you make the connection?” Thea interjected. “That it wasn’t a couple, I mean?”

“Honestly, I didn’t,” Felicity admitted. “At one point Oliver and I thought all of the couples were legitimate, that Raymond’s old schoolmate Kody had a partner and they were the couriers. I was watching security footage and realized Raymond kept disappearing below the hotel. I figured he was meeting Kody down there. It wasn’t until I clicked to the fact that Ariel was also disappearing, at roughly the same times, that I recognized her. She and Raymond were seniors at MIT the year I was a freshman, and I saw her at a couple rallies that Cooper and I went to. My boyfriend at the time,” she clarified at Thea’s confused look.

“So that explains how you discovered them,” Thea mused. “How did you capture them?”

Oliver and Felicity exchanged an amused glance. “Digg’s interference, a gun, and Felicity kicking ass and taking names,” he answered, smirking a little. “I learned not to underestimate her after that little adventure.”

“You should have already known better than to underestimate me,” Felicity pointed out impishly. She took the last bite of her eggs, chewing and swallowing blissfully. “You need to hire their chef. No one makes eggs this good back in Starling.”

“Consider it done. Anything for my beautiful wife,” Oliver replied smoothly, and she lifted an eyebrow.

“Anything…?” Her tone was smoky, and he pushed back from the table.

“We’ll see you at dinner later,” he said abruptly. Everyone else at the table exchanged knowing looks.

Digg snorted. “If you notice when the sun starts to set, I’ll be shocked,” he teased. “Do you need a reminder call?”

Felicity grinned, her eyes gleaming. “If you don’t see us, don’t come looking.” Without another word, she and Oliver escaped to their suite, which had a private entrance to the infinity pool and an upper level with a balcony off the bedroom. They’d reserved the entire hotel for the next three days and planned to enjoy the fact that there were no other guests to interrupt them.

They stood on the balcony, basking in the sunshine. Oliver stretched his hand out to her and she grabbed it, their fingers lacing together and causing the sunlight to refract off the large diamond. She marveled again at the beautiful ring gracing her left hand, knowing that this time it was for real and wouldn’t be removed at the end of the week.

“I can’t believe you didn’t want your own ring,” Oliver remarked, rubbing his thumb across the skin below the band. “I would have bought you any ring you wanted.”

“I wanted this one,” she said simply. “Even for what we thought was a charade, you put thought into the one you gave me because it mattered to you how I felt about it. It’s a symbol of more than just our love for each other.”

He tugged on her hand, pulling her into his arms. She came to him like a homing pigeon to roost, curling her head against his chest as his hands dropped to her waist and pulled her in tighter. “I don’t need a symbol, Felicity,” he murmured, his lips caressing her hair. “There is no one for you but me. There never was before you, and there never will be after you.”

She felt heat spiral through her at his tender, romantic words. “I can’t imagine ever loving anyone else,” she returned, lifting her head and looping her arms around his neck. His eyes darkened when she pressed her lower body to his, and he slid his hands under her ass and lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he arched into her.

“I think it’s time to take this conversation back to bed, don’t you?” he murmured.

Felicity shook her head and he looked at her in confusion. “There’s no need,” she whispered, her heart full as she looked up into his eyes. “We don’t need words anymore. All we need, all we’ve ever needed, is us. Just us.”

As he carried her to their bed, Oliver realized that she had, once again, gotten right to the heart of the matter. He worshiped her with his eyes as he laid her down, marveling over the beauty lying beneath him, and let his body speak to hers. No words were necessary.