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She awoke gently nestled into Oliver's sleeping frame, blissfully warm. Soft morning sun filtered through the curtains, illuminating the fact that oh my god does the clock say 9:15 holy shit.
Jolting up out of Oliver's arms, Felicity flailed out of the sheets, almost on her feet before she was tugged backwards into bed. Oliver nuzzled the back of her neck with an amused hum. "Where are you going?" he mumbled.
Felicity strained against his immovable, gentle arms, laughing. "Oliver! It's past nine, I have to go to work!"
He made a grumpy noise and kissed her neck-she almost melted right there. Continuing his ministrations, Oliver pulled her in closer, lips trailing up her neck to her jaw. "Stay home," he advised in a low, warm tone. "Your boss is crazy forgiving, right?"
She hummed and nearly gave in. "Ol-i-ver," she whined. "I was supposed to be there two hours ago!"
One strong hand tightened around her waist while the other traced the curve of her hips, light as a breath of air. "Just one day," he breathed.
She tilted her head back and he planted a kiss on the corner of her mouth. "You said that on Tuesday, remember?" she hummed. "And Wednesday."
"It worked on Tuesday, you can't blame me for trying again," he whispered.
Felicity took a second to turn over so she was facing him, and buried her face in his chest. "If I miss too many days, I'll lose my job."
"He'd be a fool to fire you. Not that he actually would," Oliver reminded her, one hand coming up to cup the back of her neck. He kissed her forehead, her nose, then the hollow of her throat, thumb rubbing slow circles on her neck all the while, gentle and sweet.
Felicity finally let herself melt, and his hold relaxed, fingers dancing up her back and over her thigh. She saw her chance and took it, rolling quickly out of his grasp and out of bed as he grabbed for her again, only just too slow. "Felicity!"
"I'm going to get dressed , and so help me god, if I don't get to work by ten, you won't so much as touch me for a month!" she warned, fleeing to the closet as he flung the sheets off himself and made to pursue her.
Later, she cautiously emerged from her room in a salmon dress and found Oliver, still in his boxers, making coffee. "Oh, thank god." She accepted the precious drink from him and headed for the door.
Oliver caught her arm as she reached for her purse, kissing her sweetly before adding, "That discussion isn't over."
She reached up and planted a kiss on his cheek, reminding him, "Oliver, it's only Thursday and we've had that discussion three times."
One hand gently angling her head up, he wrapped his other arm around her waist and drew her in for a long, slow kiss that had her pushing into him, grabbing for lapels that weren't there and instead wrapping her arms around his neck. "Maybe I will take another sick day," was all she could manage when he released her for air.
"Not after all that," he chided her with a laugh. "Go to work, Felicity. I'll still be here when you get back."
"You drive me insane, you know that?" she whispered, lips brushing his ear as she drew away.
"It's a gift. Go on, Felicity. Get to work before you have to make good on that threat."
"Maybe I'll dawdle and get there after ten just to spite you," she hummed.
He practically threw her out the door, yelling, "We'd both be in the psych ward after a week!"
