A/N: I have no idea what this is. Please read and review! :)
Felicity took in a gasping breath as she tried to escape the pull of her nightmare. Her eyes shot open and she immediately sat up. She rested her head in her hands and took slow, deep breaths to try and calm her racing heart. She felt a movement beside her and then a hand touched her shoulder gently. Felicity jumped back and scrambled to the far end of the bed, eyes wide with fear.
"Hey, hey, shhhh. Felicity, it's just me," Oliver said, trying to calm her down.
She squinted her eyes. "Oliver?" she whispered, confused. He gave her a concerned look as she took in the room around her. This is definitely not my room, she thought.
"Are you okay, Felicity?" Oliver asked, reaching out slowly to her. She gradually began moving back to where Oliver sat on the bed, and slipped her legs under the comforter next to him. She glanced at the clock and it read 3:32 am.
She fiddled with a loose thread in the comforter. "I didn't mean to wake you up," she said softly, "Just go back to sleep, Oliver, I'm fine."
He sighed and shifted so he was turned towards her. "No you're not," he said, turning her head so she was looking at him. "You're still trying to figure out what you're doing in my bed with me aren't you?" He smiled slightly when he saw that he was right. "Yesterday you came over because you needed someone to talk to. We talked all evening and then I decided it would be best if you stayed the night," Oliver paused and saw Felicity nod. "Do you remember?" he asked quietly.
She remembered it all. After Oliver had asked her to stay the night, she got settled in a guest room, but then went over to Oliver's room to bid him goodnight. They ended up talking late into the night, and she was so tired that Oliver carried her to his bed and then she fell asleep. Suddenly she was very self conscious. Oliver, of course, could sense it.
"Do you want me to walk you back to the guest room?" he asked. She shook her head.
"I mean... Unless you would be more comfortable if I left," she said starting to pull the covers back. Oliver put his hand on hers to stop her.
"I'm perfectly comfortable with you here, Felicity," he said. She nodded and gave him a grateful smile. Felicity did not want to be alone right now.
"Um, could I talk to you about my nightmare tomorrow?" she asked, glancing at Oliver out of the corner of her eye.
He nodded. "Let's get some sleep, Felicity," he said tiredly, trying to cover up a yawn. They both settled under the comforter, with a respectful amount of space between them. She snuggled into the soft pillow that smelled of Oliver, and tried to forget about her nightmare.
After a moment, Felicity turned over to face Oliver and whispered, "I don't think I can sleep, Oliver." There was no response. She raised her head off the pillow and saw that Oliver's eyes were closed and his breaths were even. A corner of his lip twitched up, and Felicity let out a small laugh. He looked so much younger when he was asleep.
She knew she should've turned around and tried to fall back asleep, but instead she moved closer to Oliver and wrapped her arm around his waist. "Thank you for everything, Oliver," she whispered into his chest. She shut her eyes and tried to focus on his heartbeat instead of the thoughts swirling around in her head. Just as she was drifting off, she felt Oliver's legs tangle with hers, and his arm reached around and pulled her closer. "Anything for you," he whispered, and kissed the crown of her head.