"Anniversary"

Rated: PG-13/R for implied sexy times, and language

Summary: An AU set a year after "Rio". Felicity and Oliver celebrate their anniversary on a budget. Fluff, banter, and implied sexy times.

A/N: HUGE HUGE thank you to nocturnalwrites for being my beta and really helping with the proper terminology for the horses. Also, Arrow, Felicity Smoak, Oliver Queen, and all secondary characters are the property of DC/CW. If I made money from this, I would write all day. PLEASE leave me feedback, let me know what you think.

Everything was all set for their anniversary. He was sure she would say no because they were still paying for their honeymoon, but he had made a promise to her.

"Hey." Felicity called while leaning against the door of their bedroom. She had just gotten in from a run, and it didn't escape Oliver's notice how sweaty she was. A sharp memory appeared in his head of him licking it off of her in the foundry after a 'training session' "What are you doing?"

"Hmm? What? Playing Angry Birds." He closed the laptop and laid it next to him. She had been hovering around him for the last few weeks peeking over his shoulder and "borrowing" his thumb drive trying to find out what he was up to. It always led to very interesting methods of questioning.

"Angry Birds, Oliver? On the laptop? You know that it can only be played on my tablet. What are you up to?" She walked into their bedroom, making her way towards him.

The closer she got, he could see the gleam on her stomach, which was presently his favorite place on her body to pay attention to. Licking his lips, he looked down at his hands.

"Me? I'm up to nothing, Felicity. In fact, I was going to ask you how your run went?"

"My run? It went fine. Time is better."

He looked up at her with a slight smile. "Hey. You're kinda sweaty."

"Yeah, I am. That is usually what happens after a run. Should probably go shower."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her closer. "Not sure why. You're just gonna get that way again." He kissed her stomach.

"Jesus, Oliver." She sighed. "You know I'm going to find out what you're up to. This distraction-mmhm damn you-isn't going to work."

"Working so far," he said between kisses. He began to slowly work her yoga pants down her hips. "We'll talk later."

"No." She groaned as his lips ventured lower. "We—you're not playing fair again—let's talk now." He stopped as he felt her hands in his hair.

"You're not going to let this go?" He looked up at her with his best puppy dog eyes.

She laughed. "Not even when you look at me like that."

"Alright, fine. You know that our anniversary is coming up—"

"I'm aware. We agreed that we weren't going to do anything because we're still paying for our honeymoon."

"I know but then I realized that I hadn't kept my promise to you. Having time just for us. I planned a little vacation for us."

"We've had time. Plenty of time. We're always together at the Foundry and here. Hey, it's fine." she started while tracing the outline of his jaw.

"No, Felicity, it isn't. I miss it being just Oliver and Felicity. Digg and Roy are…okay."

She snorted. "I'm sure they'd like to know that they are okay."

"Hush. You know what I mean. I can't do the things I would do with you with them…

Felicity snorted again.

"Listen, I just really miss my wife, and this time away will let me show her how much. So, let's go away for our anniversary."

"How much do you miss me?" she said quietly, still tracing the outline of his jaw. He turned his face into her hand, and kissed her wrist. "More than I can even say. So?"

"So, I can make the time for this vacation, but I think we should discuss it some more," she answered smiling. She stepped back and began to toe out of her running shoes. "After my shower. That you should join me for."

Oliver woke up to a soft and very much still asleep Felicity lying across his chest. He started to play with her hair, and smiled when she grumbled.

"Mmm…not a morning person, O'iver. Not before coffee."

"I'll make it myself, but we've gotta get to the airport. Remember, anniversary?"

Felicity buried her face into his chest and looked up at him through her tousled blonde hair. "Yeah, anniversary. I remember discussions about that last night during our shower." She gave him a sleepy smile.

"Several, in fact," he countered. His kissed the top of her head, and took in the scent of honey. He made a mental note to make sure their destination had plenty of her favorite shampoo. "So, coffee, and then we leave…"

"Kentucky can wait," she sighed burying her face into his chest. As much as he would've loved to spend the first day of their anniversary weekend in bed, and doing plenty with her to show how much she was missed, they had to get to the airport.

"Felicity…" He tensed when he felt her lips press a kiss to his chest. He knew she was trying to distract him, and it took most of his control not to let her. So he thought. He had cornered the technique on distracting her but based on her slow kisses down his chest, she had been paying attention. "Come on, we've gotta get up."

"Someone's up already," she giggled as she rubbed against him. "Our flight doesn't leave for at least five hours, and the airport is only 20 minutes from here. Besides, you've been missed too." He clenched his jaw when he felt her fingers trail down his thighs. "We have five hours."

"Felicity…we.."

"Five hours, Oliver," she said as she began to stroke him. Dammit it all to hell, he thought to himself as she reached up and kissed his neck softly.

"You're going to be the death of me," he mumbled as she continued to pepper kisses along his collarbone. "Come here." She squeaked as he wrapped his arms around her back and flipped them.

"The absolute death of me…" he started as he hitched one of her legs around his waist.