Squirming around in the double-bed, trying to get comfortable on her front with Oliver's arm draped over her, Felicity fought to get to sleep.
Huffing, she curled up against him, forehead against his chin.
"'Licity." Oliver murmured, eyelids fluttering open.
"Sorry," Felicity whispered, nudging his chin with her nose. "Can't get back to sleep. Didn't mean to wake you."
"S'fine." Oliver yawned, rolling over and stretching. "What time s'it?"
Searching blindly for her phone on the bedside table, Felicity squinted at the numbers.
"Nearly six am." She winced, realising she had to get up.
Oliver gave a breathy laugh, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and pulling her close, nuzzling her hair.
Giggling, Felicity started to pull away, prising his arms off her.
"Oi, get off, some of us have to work to earn a living." She swatted his arm playfully, wriggling out of his grip.
Oliver held onto her wrist, a grin playing on his lips, eyes still shut.
"Stay." He whispered.
Smiling fondly at his half-asleep form, Felicity leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
"Tomorrow, I have a free day. I'll stay, I promise."
"I mean, when you retire and we're old and it's nearly six in the morning. Stay." Oliver opened his eyes as he spoke, gazing into her eyes.
Realising what he was asking, Felicity's heart swelled. Leaning over again, she kissed him, cupping his face. Pulling back, foreheads pressed together, she breathed;
"I'll always stay."