She was clutching his hand in fear, and he was slowly starting to lose feeling in his fingers. He never said anything, or let on that he was in pain. But when she finally hid her face in his chest did he let a smile out. Oliver had planned out to get Felicity to cuddle with him with a scary movie marathon. He learned from Diggle what her favorite scary movies were. "Oliver Queen you suck." She mumbled out. Oliver just wrapped his arms around her and laughed. "Yet you're still here." he told her.
"Of course I'm here," Felicity said with a scoff. "This is my house after all." She narrowed her eyes at him and then felt his arms tighten around her. "You planned this didn't you?"
Oliver tensed. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said soberly.
"Yes you do," she laughed, scooting away from him. "Diggle told you about my love hate relationship with scary movies, and you used it to your advantage to…. to do whatever this is."
Oliver paused the movie. "Whatever this is?" he repeated.
Felicity sighed, and something about it set Oliver on edge. It wasn't just in response to the question anymore. It was something more than that, something deeper.
"Oliver what are we doing?"
He shrugged. "Watching a scary movie that you have a love hate relationship with?"
"That's not what I mean and you know it." She paused. When he made no effort to speak she continued. "We've been dancing around this whole thing for weeks now. And I had initially decided not to let it bother me, but things aren't the same as they were before…" she paused.
"Before Slade?" Oliver finished her thought and she nodded. They both knew that it meant 'that night'. The night that he'd confessed his feelings to her. The words he hadn't taken back and hadn't explained away, even if she'd prodded him to do just that once or twice. "Well what do you think we should do about it?"
Felicity sank back into the comfort of the sofa, pulling a blanket up over her as she tucked her feet under her. She could so easily just lean into him right then, snuggle into his side and go on doing whatever it was they were doing that may or may not be a relationship, that may or may not be love, and continue refusing to talk about it. But if there was one thing anyone who knew her knew about Felicity, it was that she wasn't great at not talking about things.
"I just want to figure it out. Not for anyone else to know or label us or talk about it. But just for my own peace of mind. To know that I'm not crazy and I'm not imagining…."
Oliver snuck an arm around her shoulder again, and this time, when he pulled her close, she let herself sink into his side, curling up against him.
"You're not imagining anything," he whispered into her hair.
"It's just with you staying here and everything you told me last year… I just didn't want…"
"Last year?" Oliver questioned. "You mean after Isabel?"
Felicity nodded. "You seemed pretty set on it at the time. I just didn't know if your feelings on the matter had changed."
Oliver lifted her chin so that her eyes would meet his. "And if they have?"
She leaned her head back against him, taking the remote from his hand. "Then I guess we have some movies to watch."
And horror movie or no horror movie, Oliver couldn't imagine any of his previous encounters with women to be as intimate as sitting on the sofa with Felicity, hearing her shriek and push her body into his, squeezing him tightly and burying her head in his chest every time she got scared.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was written with my dear friend Cassie (holysmoaksoliver on tumblr). She is fantastic and such an awesome writer.
