Just a little scene of Felicity making her and Oliver breakfast. Enjoy.
Olicity Breakfast
Felicity woke up to sunshine coming through their bedroom window. She grabbed Oliver's shirt off the floor and pulled it over her small frame. She smiled remembering last night. Being married to Oliver Queen really had its perks.
Felicity made her way into the kitchen and began making breakfast. She had been at the stove for a few minutes cooking, when she felt strong arms envelope her waist. She laid her head back against his chest and he kissed her forehead. "How did you sleep Mrs. Queen?" His low voice rumbled in her ear.
She still got flustered by him. They had been married for two months and she still got butterflies when he was near her. She turned in his arms to look up at his face. "Well Mr. Queen, I didn't actually sleep much."
He gave her the smile reserved just for her. She was blushing and he couldn't help but add, "You're adorable." He kissed her on the nose. "And beautiful." He kissed her on the cheek. Then he got down close to her ear. "And sexy." Then he kissed her full on the lips. She melted in his arms. She thought back to their honeymoon in Costa Rica. She loved the picture they took, where he's smiling bright and she has an arm thrown out in happiness. She loves the picture because it is proof that Oliver is finally truly happy. And his happiness makes her happy.
Their kiss becomes passionate, but then the toaster beeps, letting them know the toast is done. She pulls away from Oliver ever so slightly to tell him. "You will just have to wait til after breakfast, Mr. Queen."
He gives her a dark smile. "Then breakfast better not take that long." He laughs lightly, tickling her waist, while nibbling her ear. Then he grabs the toast, while she finishes the eggs. And they eat one of many of breakfasts together to come.