Um... Good morning?
When Felicity went to bed she was alone. When she wakes up - not so much

AN: So this idea got stuck in my head as I was lying in bed one night and thought how weird it would be to wake up with someone in my room. Story is probably AU (coz I doubt Oliver would ever do this - and it doesn't fit into the current canon world - Ending to 2x13? Really?). No plot and not really anything to it, so please be nice :)

Disclaimer: This is Greg Berlanti's world (not the DC Comics world - which I have learnt is quite different) and I'm just playing in it

Spoilers: Nope, none. But if you aren't up to date with Arrow - why?


Felicity emerged from her bathroom dressed for bed. The temperature in her apartment was a bit higher than she had expected, given the rain that was falling over Starling City, but she just chalked that up to the heat that had been generated from her shower. So she stuck with her original bedtime attire of long jersey material pants and a tight black tank top.

As she towel dried her hair the best she could, she threw it up in a ponytail and hung up the damp towel. Her apartment was small, so she always tried to avoid leaving a mess.

Felicity walked the short distance to her bedroom and made herself comfortable above the covers of her neatly made bed, sitting against the headboard with her tablet in her lap. She was perusing the information on it when she started overheating. Thinking her room needed air, she got up to open her bedroom window. If Oliver and Dig could see this, they wouldn't be happy and she knew she'd be in for a stern talking to, but a) they would never know and b) she was 6 stories up so she doubted she would have any problems. Just in case though, before she hopped back onto the bed, she grabbed the taser that Dig had insisted she carry (even though she doubted she knew how to use it) from her nearby handbag and tucked it under the pillow beside her.

She read a bit more about the new mathematical formula that she thought she could use to improve her searches for her Arrow-related job, when she felt the sweat start to bead along the back of her neck. Felicity huffed, hating it when she was hot. The room felt stuffy and the open window wasn't doing anything to cool it down. She twisted her long ponytail up and secured it with a nearby elastic so it created a messy bun on the top of her head.

While this alleviated some of her rising temperature, it wasn't enough. So she decided what the hell? What was the point of living alone if you couldn't be half naked sometimes. Besides it wasn't like she was expecting anyone. So she quickly stripped out of her pants throwing them on the floor beside the bed. She instantly felt cooler as her smooth legs enjoyed being free.

Now that she felt more at ease, Felicity went back to the information on her tablet. As she continued reading, she felt her eyes grow heavy as she drifted off.


Felicity first felt her sense of hearing come back as she could hear the familiar sounds of her apartment, and the outside noises from the street. She lightly groaned as she willed herself to go back to sleep, snuggling further into the pillow below her. She was surprised when said pillow shifted and a broad and solid band around her waist tightened.

Felicity froze. When she had fallen asleep she had been sitting up on top of the covers and definitely alone. How had she come to be lying down, now under the covers and with someone next to her? Felicity peeked one eye open. In the middle of the night it was hard to see, but luckily it was a full moon tonight so there was enough light coming into her room that she could make out who was in her bed.

Felicity found herself face to face with a bare chest, the hard muscles of the torso shaped perfectly to create a defined chest and flat stomach. Felicity sighed in relief. While she still didn't understand how they came to be in this position, she had seen him shirtless enough times to be reassured that it was Oliver beside her.

Felicity relaxed back against him. While she wouldn't say that this happened frequently, he had come during the middle of the night once or twice before. He had said that he just had to make sure she was still there, still alive and of course still ok. Granted he had never stayed the night and let her use him as a human pillow, but him turning up was not a huge shock.

Oh no, Felicity panicked remembering exactly how she had been wearing, or rather hadn't been wearing, before she had fallen asleep. Felicity covertly rubbed her leg against Oliver's, hoping the movement wouldn't wake him. While he (thankfully!) had pants on, Felicity could tell that she didn't. She felt her face heat up at the thought that she was in bed with Oliver, with no pants on. She buried her face further into his shoulder.

Since she had been trying not to move, so as not to wake him, Felicity had failed to realise just where she had placed her hands while asleep, and where they still were. As she was tucked into his side with her head in the crook between his neck and shoulder, her hands had rested naturally. One over his heart, the other across his stomach, which he had covered with his own much larger hand. The other rested on the smooth expanse of her hip where her pyjama top had ridden up.

She stared at where her hand lay over his heart. She was suddenly entranced by the scar tissue that ran over his chest. Sure she had seen it, was even used to the sight of it by now. But she hadn't seen it up this close, nor had she touched it. Slowly she ran her fingers over the scars lifting her head slightly to better take it all in. She continued her ministrations, unaware that Oliver had awoken during this until she felt his hand wrap around her wrist, stilling her movements.

Shocked she glanced up into his sleepy soft blue eyes. She cocked a perfectly shaped eyebrow at him; a question as to his presence. He had the decency to lightly blush at being there.

"Um... Good morning?"


AN: Who's excited for Arrow's return in a few days - ME, ME, ME!