They go out with Walter to celebrate the re-acquisition of QC and his being named CEO. Somehow they end up in Oliver’s old office, and the air doesn’t feel as heavy or tense as it used to. She steps to the large glass windows overlooking the city, and watches as its streets do not burn — unlike the hands at her shoulders, fingers rubbing across the bare skin and then pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck. Oliver’s arms come around her, and he links his fingers, resting his chin on her shoulder and his hands on her stomach.
"You did it," she says quietly, and feels him shake his head, dropping another kiss just below her ear, tightening his hold when a shiver runs through her.
“We did it,” he corrects gently. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.”
She shakes her head as well, her hand sliding up to cup his cheek, and he nestles closer to her as her thumb strokes his jaw.
She opens her mouth to argue, but somehow “I love you” comes tumbling out. Because for everything they’ve fought, everything they’ve won and lost, and everything they’re discovering a scant few months into this new romantic relationship, loving Oliver Queen is still the biggest thing she’ll ever do.
He sucks in a shaky breath and turns her in his arms, resting their foreheads together. Her eyes slide shut and they just stand in the still silence; they breathe for what feels like the first time in forever. He cradles her face, running his thumbs over her cheekbones. “Felicity,” he sighs, and it’s penance and forgiveness and salvation and a future all rolled into four syllables.
She kisses him before he says it back, because other than being big, loving Oliver Queen — and him loving her — is the only truth she’s found that matters.