"We should get married."
Felicity nearly falls off her chair.
"Pardon?" She arches an eyebrow at Oliver.
He smiles at her. "You heard me."
Felicity's eyes crinkle at the sides. She finished her coffee and grabs her car keys.
"Finish your breakfast. See you at the lab." Kissing his cheek, she flees without answering. Oliver rolls his eyes fondly.
"Marry me."
Felicity glares up at him from her desk to where he's training above her. He's holding himself up, muscles trembling but his gaze on her is casual.
Felicity says nothing. Turns back to the computers and pretends to be busy.
"Marry me."
Felicity nearly groans. Oliver is on the med table, torso bruised and bleeding, voice raspy.
She's got a feeling he doesn't exactly realise what he's saying.
But again he's watching her carefully, waiting for an answer.
Tight-lipped, Felicity helps a laughing Diggle tend to the wounds.
"Marry me."
He's woken her up. His fingertips traces her ring-finger.
Felicity hits his chest, whines and drifts back to sleep.
"Marry me."
Felicity kicks him under the table.
"Marry me."
Felicity throws her book at him.
"Marry me"
Felicity kisses him to shut him up.
"Marry me."
It's his birthday. The Queen mansion is bursting with life and Oliver's hands are on her waist and her arms are around his neck, slow dancing to a tune neither of them recognise. Felicity closes her eyes and giggles.
"Yes."