A/N: Originally posted on tumblr, no reason for it at all, I was just bored at 2 AM!
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Disclaimer: I do not own ANY of the characters listed below.
"Oliver…" Felicity starts, crawling to her rightful spot on the bed next to Oliver.
"Felicity." He mocks, opening his arms for her.
"So, I was thinking," Felicity begins, laying her head on Oliver's chest, "Oh great," he mocks.
"Hey!" Felicity yells, hitting his arm playfully.
"So, I was thinking…" Felicity pauses before mutter something undetectable.
"What?" Oliver asks.
"You know, living here just you and me is lovely but,"
"But?"
"It gets kind of lonely," she hints.
"Oh, God Felicity, you're not pregnant are you?" He asks darkly, "I mean, uh, uh, no really, Felicity, are you pregnant?" Oliver asks, trying, and failing to sound lighter.
"WHAT? Oliver, no! You and me, I mean we've been very careful, and yeah it would be awesome to have a kid in the future but, right now? I mean I'm not ready-" Felicity rambles,
"Fel-ic-ity,"
"What? Oh, right! No I'm not pregnant! I was just thinking, maybe we could get a, uh," she stutters, "Puppy?"
"Y-y-you want a puppy?" Oliver asks.
"Look at you, talking in sentence fragments again!" Felicity giggles awkwardly.
"Felicity, I don't think a dog is a good idea.."
Felicity sighs in disappointment, "well why would you think that?"
"Because I," he pauses, "Don't like dogs.." He finishes lamely.
Felicity gasps, "Oliver Queen!"
"I spent 2 years on an island filled with wild animals, I really don't want to have one living in our house."
Felicity eyes the traitor in front of her, "D-Did you just compare a cute, adorable, sweet, fluffy, puppy dog to a wild animal?"
"All the same!"
"All the same? Oliver, that's like comparing Star Wars to Star Trek! Completely different!"
Oliver's face contorts into a look of confusion, "Felicity, I just don't like dogs okay?" He grunts, getting off the bed and walking into the kitchen.
"Yeah okay," she responds before quickly muttering under her breath, "We'll see about that…"
The next time Felicity brings the topic up is a week later, "Oliver?" She calls out from behind her tablet.
"Yup?" Oliver pokes his shaving cream covered face outside the bathroom door.
"Sooo," she begins, "Come on Oliver! Just look at how cute they are!" Felicity turns her tablet around revealing a Google search for puppies; The page was filled with photos of small dogs of all breeds and sizes.
Oliver sighs, "Not this again, Felicity!" He says, retreating back into the bathroom.
"IF YOU REALLY LOVED ME YOU WOULD BUY ME A PUPPY!" She yells into the tiled room.
After 3 months of constant hassling, ("I told you I'm a hawker!" Felicity reminds him.) Oliver gives in.
Felicity returns home from work to the welcoming sight of a small brown lab.
"Oliver!" Felicity gasps, kneeling down to cradle the small dog.
Oliver swaggers out with a look of defeat on his face, "I broke." He explains.
Felicity put the puppy on the groin before waltzing forward, "Well, I guess you do love me then." She says, pulling him down to her height by the lapels and sinking her lips on to his.