Felicity slowly woke from a deep peaceful sleep that had been full of wonderful dreams. The remnants of their pleasure and joy still lingered.

She felt lazy, happy and very, very relaxed. With her eyes still closed and heavy with sleep she decided to just lie there and simply enjoy the moment.

Her senses took over as she felt, breathed in and listened to everything around her.

She lay in front of her fireplace where she was cocooned amongst her fluffy pillows, silken sheets and a luxuriously soft down duvet that had all been thrown on the floor the night before.

The oak logs still burned and the soothing sounds of them popping and crackling must of been what had woken her. Fingers of heat from the fire licked across the ivory skin exposed by her tank top.

The faint aroma of Gingerbread still floated through the air. She smiled at the memory of her attempt at baking cookies for the team. Her skills were a bit lacking, so some of the little Gingerbread men had ended up in the oddest shapes and sizes. John and Roy didn't seem to notice or were kind enough not to say anything, as they ate most of their cookies within minutes of her giving it to them.

Felicity didn't celebrate Christmas, but she was happy to share in their seasonal joy because, well, they were her family.

She hadn't seen Oliver at the Foundry, so she was surprised to see him when she answered her doorbell last night. He had used the excuse to thank her for the cookies to come by and talk. And talk they did.

She slowly opened her eyes to see her bedroom bathed in a golden glow from the embers of the dying fire and the twinkling colors of the Christmas lights that hung down the sides of her fireplace mantel.

She adored Christmas lights. Every year she would string them throughout her house. She liked to read her beloved books by the light of a single lamp, holiday scented candles lit and watch the blinking lights illuminate her rooms. It always made her home feel cozy and inviting.

A yawn sneaked up on her from out of the blue. The movement must of woken Oliver, who had been asleep behind her. His warm bare skin rubbed deliciously against hers as he lazily stretched his legs to sensually slide and entwine with hers as he gathered her within a tight hug.

She hummed with pleasure as he buried his face in the side of her neck as he snuggled even closer. His breaths gently stirring the long curly strands of her hair that lay over and under them.

As she felt his wandering fingers tenderly slide the strap of her tank top down the curve of her shoulder and then felt the softest of kisses against her bullet scar, she couldn't help but think that so much of what she loved in the world surrounded her at that exact moment.