This will be a collection of short Arrow stories that I originally posted on Tumblr. They will not be all Olicity, as I'm trying to write for the other characters as well following my inspiration :)
"Why don't you have a pet name for me?"
It was late and they were in bed, reading quietly. Oliver put his book down, raising an eyebrow. "I don't?"
Felicity shook her head. "No. It's not a reproach or anything, I was just wondering."
He shrugged. "I guess it doesn't come naturally to me. Do you want me to have one?"
Because really, anything Felicity want, he was more than happy to give.
She grinned. "Ok. What do you suggest?"
He thought about it for a moment. "Sweetheart?"
"Come on. You can do better."
"Honey?"
"Meh."
He smiled. "Munchkin?"
She squinted at him. "Not if you want to have children someday."
"Darling?"
"Maybe when we'll be married for 30 years."
Oliver chuckled and shook his head. "Felicity..."
"That's it!"
He looked at her, confused. "What?"
"'Felicity'! That's perfect."
"Well, that's your name," he told her like she had grown two heads.
"Exactly. No terms of endearment could ever be better than the way you say my name."
He shut down the light on his side and turned to her, grabbing her waist to bring her closer.
"So you don't want a pet name then?" he asked with a slow smile.
She snuggled to him. "No, I'm good. Just keep saying my name as often as you want."
He laughed before leaning in for a kiss, but reached for her neck first. "Felicity," he murmured, before dropping another kiss on her cheek. "Felicity..." And another one on her shoulder made her moan, as this was a very sensitive point – and he knew that perfectly well of course.
And then his mouth met hers and for a long time there was no sound in the room except moans, and sighs, and the reverent whispering of her name.