I simply love Oliver and Felicity, so I had I just had to put in my own story for them. I'm not quite sure where this story is headed just yet, but I hope to figure it out, mostly out of love for these two characters. Please review, I could use all the help with this story as I try to get back into the writing groove.
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This was the part that she always hated. It wasn't the blood; she'd gotten over her squeamishness for the substance after a couple more times of getting to play doctor. It wasn't even the wound itself, the feel of damaged flesh beneath her fingers as she carefully worked to fix it.
No, what bothered her was the fact that all of this always happened to Oliver, and sometimes - despite knowing all the good they'd managed to do as a team - she wished he didn't do what he did. Because it always made her heart ache to see him hurt.
She chastised him about not being more careful, even though she knew it wasn't fair of her to do so. He gave her that look of his that mirrored his knowledge of the unfairness, but otherwise ignored it. Sometimes she thought he knew, or at least suspected, how much him being hurt upset her. If he did he didn't say anything of it, and that was fine. She preferred it that way.
Felicity watched as Oliver took a half a pill of one of Diggle's "aspirins", just enough to help him sleep and ignore the pain, but not enough that it would impair his ninja like awareness and reflexes. After he swallowed it and some water down, he resumed his previous position on the hard metallic table she used to cure him. Quite frankly Felicity didn't think she could ever sleep comfortably on that unforgiving surface, but then again she supposed Oliver must have endured much worse. With a small sigh she got up from her stool and walked over to her computers, shutting each of them down and caressing them lovingly. They were her babies after all.
There was a small box that she liked to keep underneath the case where Oliver kept his vigilante suit. She quickly walked over and pulled it out, bypassing the loose set of unisex flannel pajamas that she had put in there and taking out the tiny pillow and blanket she had also managed to stuff inside. She didn't like to, but sometimes sleeping in the foundry was unavoidable, and if she was going to do it she might as well make herself as comfortable as possible. Approaching Oliver as silently as she could, she set the pillow down by his head, not wanting to actually move it and place it underneath him. God only knew that kind of reaction attempting to move his head while he slept would solicit from the over aware and always ready to strike man, but she hoped that at some point he might grab it and use it. The blanket she took more liberty with.
It was a deep green - her favorite shade - and was incredibly light, but was still soft and kept her very warm. She draped it over him quickly, making sure it covered him from chest to toes. She took a step back and admired her work, glad that she could do these small things to make him more comfortable.
And like it always did, she felt her heart give a painful little squeeze as she looked at him. To Felicity he truly was beautiful, heartbreakingly so, and it wasn't just because of his gorgeous face or amazing body. It was because of the strength with which he loved and cared about the people in his life. Different kinds of love definitely, but love nonetheless. She reached out, her hand trembling slightly as it approached his face, and gently caressed his cheek with the back of her fingers.
For a moment, just the smallest passing of seconds really, she let herself feel all those things she tried not to. She thought about the butterflies that filled her stomach when he looked at her with that small smile of his she so rarely got to see as she traced the outline of his lips. Thought of the way fire seemed to blaze on her skin whenever he touched her as she gently caressed the stubble on his jaw, and then moved to follow his perfect eyebrows with her fingertips.
Just like that however, she took her hand back, feeling a little embarrassed to have let herself get so carried away. This was dangerous territory, and she knew it. Swallowing down the lump in her throat, Felicity stood up and walked away. She fought down the feelings, like she did every time he so much as glanced in her direction.
Her apartment and bed were waiting for her, and so she grabbed her purse and left as quickly and as quietly as she could, not daring to look back one more time. If she had, she might have seen his eyes as they followed her out, or maybe the slightest curving of his lips as they turned up at just the corners, but then down as a confused frown took its place. Or maybe she might have seen the way he grabbed the small pillow and that smelled like her hair and placed it underneath his head, taking just the smallest of sniffs, before closing his eyes again.
Again, please review. My little Toby and I eagerly await some feedback.
Toby is my puppy.