Yaaay! So here it goes. Olicity prompt: their first meeting after their goodbye in 3x20. (See it like them meeting for the first time after the goodbye, like a continuation of the last prompt I sent!). Thank you!
“No matter what happens, I will find a way back to you. I love you.”
For two months, he had held on.Eight weeks of torturous training to become the next Ra’s Al Ghul, and throughit all, the only thing that had kept Oliver going, was that note.
Because it was hope. It was apromise to the one he loved. A promise he intended to keep.
Oliver threw the strap of hisduffel bag over his shoulder and turned to face Nyssa. “I’m more than ready.”
Nyssa nodded, a slight smile gracingher face. “I am in your debt, Oliver Queen. Should you need anything-“
Oliver held up a hand, eager to cutthis conversation short. “I don’t want anything from the League, Nyssa. Ourconnection ends here.”
She inclined her head and steppedout of his way. “Then please, allow me to grant you your freedom.”
He stepped past her, towards thelarge open doors, his freedom, and everything else he wanted, on the otherside.
Memories of their one nighttogether assaulted him. He could still feel her skin against his, her warmbreath against his neck. The way she trembled as she held onto him. For thefirst time in so long, the memories didn’t bring pain or regret for what they’dboth lost.
So many times, he had almost givenup, remembering the heartbreak in her expression, the pain in those beautifuleyes. It broke his heart each time he thought about how tightly she’d held ontohim, refusing to let go.
Slowly, he made his way down thewinding path, to the jet that Nyssa had prepared for his departure. Thoughthey’d acted as partners in recent weeks, he didn’t trust her, and the soonerhe was out of here, the better.
Together they had defeated Ra’s,killing him before he could kill them. Oliver, becoming Ra’s upon his death,abdicated immediately, and handed control of the League back to Nyssa.
It didn’t take long to track herdown. Oliver smiled as he silently walked down the concrete steps to their newlair. The secondary one he’d set up so long ago. He knew it looked different,could see it in his peripheral vision, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away fromFelicity long enough to look.
She was sitting at her computerstation, silent, eyes staring off into the distance as she twiddled somethingaround in her left hand. He paused when he realised what the battered, tornpiece of paper was. His note. She’d held onto it.
He was about to speak when sheleaned back in her chair, a tired sigh that hurt his heart, escaping her. Hewatched as she brought the note up to hold against her chest, and then hecouldn’t hold it in any longer.
“You don’t need that anymore.”
He heard her gasp, sitting forward,frozen like a statue.
“Please tell me you’re reallystanding there and not a hallucination?”
“Felicity.” He said her name sosoftly, it was almost a prayer. The next thing he knew, he was being rockedback on his feet, catching her with ease as she locked her legs around hiswaist.
She cupped his face in both handsand stared into his eyes, assessing him for any damage, both physical and emotional.“How?”
He brought one hand up to the backof her neck, his fingers disappearing into her soft hair. “That doesn’t matterright now.”
“I never gave up hope, it was hard,but I never gave up.”
He brushed his thumb across hercheek, wiping away a tear. “No more crying, Felicity. No more waiting, I’mhome.”
She let out a half-laugh, half-sob,and lowered her head to capture his lips. Flashes of the night when he’d heldher this exact same way went through him, making his heart sing as he deepenedthe kiss.
“I missed you.” She whispered,peppering little kisses across his face and down his jawline.
Swallowing against the rush ofemotion, Oliver lowered them both down onto a nearby sofa, Felicity straddlinghim. When he looked up, his heart skipped a beat. The light behind gave her analmost angelic glow as her hair fell around her face. He smiled. She was his angel.
“I can’t believe you’re finallyhome.” She sniffled, her fingers toying with the collar of his shirt.
“Felicity…” He trailed off, waitingfor her to look at him. He didn’t know if he was doing the right thing, but hehad to try. When she looked at him, her eyes shining, he couldn’t think.Couldn’t speak. So he kissed her instead.
Placing a hand over his heart,Felicity pulled back. “Are you okay?”
“Are you hungry? Because I couldget you something, or we could go to Big Belly Burger.”
He chuckled. “No, I don’t needfood.”
“What do you need?” Her voice wastentative, almost shaky, and he understood the hidden meaning in her question.
“Only you. For the rest of mylife.” It all clicked into place. There was no Oliver without Felicity. He knewthat as surely as he knew his own name. “Marry me, Felicity.”
Her eyes went wide as she froze.“What?”
He licked his lips. “I had a lot oftime to think while I was gone. And I don’t ever want to lose you again. I can’t. You’re the other half of me. So Ineed to know, will you marry me?”
Her breathing grew faster as shestared at him. For minutes, they sat in silence, and after a while, Oliverstarted to doubt himself. Was it too soon for them?
Then he heard it. It was quiet, butthe most wonderful sound he’d ever heard.
Sniffling, Felicity leaned herforehead against his, staring deep into his eyes. “Yes, I will marry you,Oliver Queen.”
He grasped her face in his hands,his thumbs stroking her cheeks, as he tilted his head and brought her lips downto his. She was his everything, his heart, his soul. His life.
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