KISS IN THE RAIN

Getting caught in the terrible storm wasn't something she hadn't expected. She had warned Oliver several times that the nice weatherman from Channel 5 had warned her for the terrible rainfall that was now descending onto her shoulders. And her hair. And pretty much everywhere. She was soaking wet. But then again, so was Oliver. That served to be a tiny retribution for ignoring her worries.

"You won't need a jacket, I promise." He had said. Liar.

She glared at him, arms crossed, covering her now see-through white shirt. Her shoulders were hunched and she shivered, making Oliver scoot closer to her and wrap his arm around her tighter. They had given up on trying to find shelter and were now walking back on the trail they had been walking to get to the picnic spot Oliver had chosen. At first, it was just a light drizzle that made them quicken their step just a tiny bit, but within minutes, the rain came falling down in buckets at a time. They were drenched to the bone in a matter of seconds. Their pace had slowed down to a comfortable stroll because neither one of them saw any more use in getting to the car as quickly as possible. With his free hand he pulled the wet strands of hair away from her face and put his forehead against hers.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I should have listened to you, like usual."

She started shaking her head and looked up at him. Her glasses were foggy as she pushed them up on her nose. It kept sliding off, even more than usual. She smiled softly at him and rolled her eyes.

"Apology accepted. Lesson learned, I hope?"

Oliver half-scoffed, half-laughed. "Yeah."

"Idiot." She muttered. He smiled and looked down at their now entwined fingers.

"Up until around half an hour ago, this was a wonderful first date. I had a great time."

He smiled that little crooked smile that she loved so much. "You did?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah. And I think I even know a way to make this whole rain thing seem just a minor thing."

She smirked and before Oliver could respond her lips were glued to his. He staggered backward, caught off guard by the sudden display of affection, but that didn't mean he didn't immediately recollected himself and threw his arms around her waist, hoisting her up a little, pulling her closer to him. Her hand ran through the short, soaking wet strands of hair at the back of his head. His tongue traced the seam of her lips and she gasped into him, allowing him entrance. Their lips moved together like they had been meeting for years. Felicity moaned quietly and tightened her arm around his neck when Oliver nipped at her bottom lip.

"You were right again." He whispered, slightly panting, his forehead against hers when they finally parted, both needing the air. His arms were lightly wrapped around her, his fingers tracing patterns on her back. She smiled a little, running her thumb over his cheekbone.

"It's a gift." She whispered. Oliver smiled and leaned in for another one of those delicious kisses.