A/N This story takes place immediately after the Season 3 finale. Spoilers for any content prior to that. Chapters will be connected, although the idea is that each could stand alone as one-shot moments of Oliver and Felicity travelling together. I'd love suggestions and feedback!
She woke up eating her hair. Refusing to open her eyes, Felicity reached up and pushed the strands back, away from her face. The wind was gently buffeting it against her skin, while she could feel her cheek pressed into warm leather. Her forehead creased in a moment of confusion, but then her eyes flew open as she remembered where she was. Curled up in the passenger seat, she had a great view of Oliver's profile in the sunset as he drove them to… wherever it was he wanted to go. Her movement must have drawn his attention, as his eyes flickered over to meet hers for a moment.
"Hi," he said softly as his gaze returned to the road. "Sweet dreams?" The question made Felicity squint in thought.
"I'm trying to come up with a dream that would be sweeter than riding off into the sunset with no responsibilities and someone as pretty as you in the driver seat. I'm drawing a blank. Ooh, I know, a coffee maker in the console!" The very idea of coffee made her sit up a bit in her seat.
He opened his mouth like he was going to speak, then seemed to change his mind and just questioned, "Pretty?"
"Oh, shush. You know you're pretty." Felicity looked around, taking in the highway that surrounded them. She realized that the breeze was starting to get a bit chilly, and goosebumps began to appear on her arms.
"We can pull over and put the top up," Oliver said, obviously noticing she was getting cold at the same moment she did.
"No, not happening. I'm loving the view." At that, her eyes drifted from the sunset on the horizon over to Oliver. She couldn't decide which was more gorgeous. Probably Oliver. The sun had set every day of her life, and she couldn't remember ever seeing her brooding vigilante with nothing weighing him down. What was she saying, again? "The view, right. And in a little bit it'll be the stars. I'm not missing that; I'm fine." As she leaned her head back, she almost didn't see Oliver reach for the dash. A few moments later she felt heat wafting up from the vents. She smiled to herself and shook her head. She was more comfortable with a bit of heat.
It was about ten minutes later that the car started to slow down. "Are we stopping for the night?" Oliver pulled off at an exit.
"No, just a pit stop. Wouldn't want you to miss out on those stars." He senta quick smile her way, and Felicity would have sworn that her heart skipped a beat. She knew that wasn't actually possible, but that look certainly caused a physical reaction.
As the car turned into a parking lot, Felicity realized that they were at coffee shop. "Oh, yes!" Thank god Oliver paid attention to details. She grabbed his arm for balance and leaned across the gearshift to plant a kiss on his cheek. Without another word, she was unbuckling and climbing out of the car. Oliver caught up with her in time to hold the door to the shop open, but he snatched a hold of her sleeve as she darted inside.
"Find us somewhere to sit. I got this." She raised her eyebrows at his commanding tone, but his only response was to raise his eyebrows back at her. She shook her head and moved to find them a table.
She'd only been sitting in a back corner booth for a couple of minutes when a steaming cup of coffee appeared in front her. "Your coffee, Ms. Smoak." Felicity looked up to see Oliver slide into the seat across from her. "I figured it was my turn."
Smiling, Felicity laced her fingers around the coffee and met Oliver's eyes. "I can handle taking turns."