Disclaimer: As much as I wish Oliver was mine, he is not, nor are any of the characters involved in the greatness that is Arrow.
P.S – This is my first Arrow fic and it's been years since I've posted to this site, so please be nice! :P I'm hoping to continue with this story with a series of Olicity one-shots.
His Babbling Mess
'Felicity, did you hear me?'
'Wha-? Yeah, yeah I heard you.'
'And?'
'And what?'
'And I'd appreciate it if I could get some kind of response to what I just told you.'
He's starting to get mad.
'Why did you say it?'
Now he's just confused.
'Why did I – I said it because it's true!'
'No, it's not.'
And back to mad.
'Excuse me?'
'It's not true.'
'Are you saying that I lie to you?'
She's hit a nerve.
'No, I know you don't lie to me, which is what makes this extra infuriating!'
'I don't – how are you the one that gets to be infuriated right now?'
'Oh, you want reasons?!'
Now she's pissed.
'Yes, actually. I would love to hear all the reasons why my telling you that I love you is "infuriating"'.
Her mouth is literally open in disbelief.
'Fine, you want reasons? Oh, I'll give you reasons!'
'Go ahead!'
'Don't interrupt me!'
He inhales deeply and runs his hands through his hair in exasperation, but he shuts up.
'Thankyou. Hmm, let's see, where to begin … oh! Well for starters, I'm not some kind of messed up female leather-clad superhero. Or a Lance, one of whom gets to fulfil both column A and B, coz some girls just have everything! Which I don't. I couldn't pull off leather if I tried. Not that I'd really want to, doesn't it get gross and sticky when it's warm and pull at your skin when you're trying to do a flying kick or backflip or some-'
'Felicity!'
Ah, the growl. Her babbling normally leads to an amused smile or a growl. Depends on the content of the babble.
'Right. Sorry. Anyway, on top of what I just said, there's also the slight problem of how we've technically already done this before. You told me loved me. We defeated Slade. You didn't love me."
'Felicity …'
The growl's gone. Guilt laces its way through her name.
'Look, I'm not trying to make you feel guilty. I understand what you did and why you did it. It was actually perfect. And it worked out with Slade behind bars and Mirakuru-free. But you need to understand that I've always had feelings for you, and hearing you say that to me, even after I realised it was all part of a plan … it hurt, okay? And the idea of you saying that to me now, when, if possible, I love you more than ever, and then having you take it away, I just—I don't think I can deal with that. Besides, how are you gonna deal with the babbling mess that is Felicity Smoa-'
He kisses her.
'You kissed me.'
Her back is pressed against the wall with his hands on either side of her head. He smiles at her endearingly.
'I. Love. You. I, Oliver Queen, am completely, one hundred percent, with the entirety of my being, in love with you, Felicity Smoak. I don't care if you think you're a babbling mess. You're my babbling mess.'
It's her turn to kiss him.
