Elisabeth (dragonydreams) wrote,

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Fic: Maybe Purgatory Isn't Such a Bad Place to Be 14/15 (Oliver/Felicity) Mature

Title: Maybe Purgatory Isn't Such a Bad Place to Be
Author: Elisabeth / dragonydreams
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak
Fandom: Arrow
Summary: Felicity ends up on Lian Yu after escaping from the Triad.
Spoilers/Timeline: Pre-Series/Post-Season 3 Flashbacks
Word Count: 22,000 story / 1,082 this chapter
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Greg Berlanti, Marc Guggenheim, and Andrew Kreisberg.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Thanks to angelskuuipo and apckrfan for beta'ing this and for all of the hand holding as I found myself rushing head first into a new fandom.
Author's Note 1: This story was inspired by watching Romancing the Stone.
Author's Note 2: This is my maiden voyage into the Arrow fandom, so please be kind.

Catch up on AO3.

Chapter 14

The visit to the Embassy went pretty much how Moira described it would. They took Oliver's fingerprints and verified that he was who he claimed to be through a police database. A temporary passport was created and they were on their way. Felicity guessed some money changed hands, too, but she didn't witness it and she wasn't going to ask.

The next stop was Felicity's hotel. Moira and Walter waited in the lobby while she and Oliver went up to the room to pack, accompanied by one of the bodyguards who waited in the hall.

"You hanging in there alright?" Oliver asked when they were alone.

Felicity wrapped her arms around his waist. "Yeah. It's just been a surreal few days, ya know?"

"Make that a few years and yeah, I know," Oliver said, grinning down at her.

"I guess I should have been the one to ask you that question, then," she said. "How are you handling all of this?"

"Better than I'd thought I would," Oliver admitted. "It's strange seeing my mom again. I'm not the same person that I was when I left, and today I learned that she's not the person I remember, either."

"I don't think we ever know everything about our parents," Felicity said.

"You're probably right," Oliver agreed. He kissed her forehead and forced himself to step back from her. "We should probably hurry up before they come looking for us."

"Yeah, you're right." Felicity retrieved her suitcase from the closet and opened it on her bed before returning for her clothes, she left one dress out and folded the rest away.

Oliver sat on a bed and watched her move around the room. "Why'd you leave that one out?" he asked.

"I'm going to change into it before we go. It'll be more comfortable for the plane ride."

"You don't want to wear slacks?"

"I didn't bring any with me," she told him, nonchalantly. "I generally prefer to wear skirts."

She was still moving around the room and missed the way Oliver's eyes darkened with her admission. He suddenly wondered how difficult it would be to get Felicity to join the Mile High Club with him. Probably very difficult given the fact that his mother and Walter would be on the plane with them.

Felicity picked up the dress and went to change in the bathroom. It wasn't because she was still shy around Oliver, per se, but she knew that if she removed her clothes around him they probably wouldn't be leaving that room anytime soon. She changed quickly and then brought her toiletries with her when she emerged and packed them away.

"You look nice," Oliver said, coming to stand behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her to him.

"Thank you." Felicity turned in his arms and rested her palms on his chest. "I'm almost done and then we can get out of here."

"Just, wait a minute," Oliver requested. Felicity tilted her head in question. His answer was to lean down and kiss her and she eagerly kissed him back.

"It feels like I've been waiting to do that for hours," he groaned when they separated.

Felicity licked her lips and then glanced up at Oliver and giggled. She reached up and wiped away the traces of her lipstick from his mouth.

"I may need to look into a colorstay lipstick," she commented. "I don't know how well they work when it comes to kissing, but it's worth checking out."

"I'd make that a top priority," he agreed, kissing her again. "I just hope it comes in this color."

There was a knock at the door, causing them to pull apart. It opened and the bodyguard asked, "Just about done in here, Sir?"

Keeping his back to the door, Oliver answered, "Just about. We'll be out soon."

"Very good, Sir." The door closed again.

"You go clean that off and I'll finish up here," Felicity suggested, pushing Oliver towards the bathroom. With one more stolen kiss, he went.

She removed a sweater she'd accidentally packed that she wanted to take on the airplane with her before adding the remaining few items and zipping the suitcase closed.

She was touching up her lipstick in the mirror in the room when Oliver returned.

"That's just not fair," he groaned.

Felicity smirked at him. "I guess you'll have to get used to it."

She grabbed her bag and the sweater with one hand, the suitcase with the other, and headed for the door, Oliver right behind her with his trunk.

The bodyguard relieved her of her suitcase as soon as they stepped into the hall, but Oliver insisted on carrying his own luggage.

The limo ride to the private airfield went smoothly, Felicity fidgeting only slightly while making small talk with her bosses.

She'd never been on a private airplane before, and she knew her mouth was hanging slightly open when she stepped inside. There were several rows of extremely comfortable looking seats, two on either side of the aisle, some facing each other with a table between them. Towards the back of the plane was a sofa and what looked like a bar. Oliver took her hand and led her to one set of seats. When he offered her the window, she politely declined, explaining she had a fear of heights.

"You'd never know that from your behavior on the mountain," he told her, sliding in to sit by the window.

"That was different," she said, settling into her seat. "I knew exactly where the ground was under my feet. I'm guessing you didn't notice how I kept well away from the edge of that precipice," she pointed out.

"You're right, I didn't notice that. I was too busy watching you enjoy the view."

A man in a uniform followed Walter onto the plane, carrying a small storage crate.

"Are those all the tablets?" Felicity asked.

"I certainly hope so," Walter said.

"It looks like I'm going to have my work cut out for me," Felicity muttered.

Walter squeezed her shoulder as he moved past her. He and Moira took a couple of seats farther back on the plane.

Moira pressed an intercom button and said, "Captain, take us home."

The plane began to taxi down the runway and a few minutes later the pilot's voice came over the intercom.

"We've been cleared for takeoff."

They were the sweetest words Oliver had heard in years.

The End

Tags: arrow fic, fic:maybe purgatory isn't such a bad pla, olicity, oliver queen/felicity smoak

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