The final part!!! Warning for graphic violence.
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Oliver waits until the group stops at the safe house before he
sweeps Felicity into a kiss, cupping her cheek with one hand as the other wraps
around her waist, pulling her flush against him. He doesn’t care who might be
watching. He just needs to confirm that she’s here in person.
She throws her arms around his neck, sinking into the kiss,
opening under his lips. It takes all his control to pull away instead of
continuing on in private. Still, he can’t stand to pull away, so he rests his
forehead against hers, breathing her in with his eyes shut tight.
He doesn’t want to look down at the League of Assassins
garb. He doesn’t want to remember what brought them to this point. He just
wants to drink in her presence.