This drabble is based on a tumblr prompt: 25 Days of Fic: Angel
Disclaimer: I don't own Arrow, or Christmas, or Angels. Happy Holidays!
"How do you have this many Christmas decorations? I thought you were Jewish."
"I am Jewish," Felicity replied. They were at her apartment. When she mentioned she was putting up her tree, Oliver had offered to come over and help. With a slight blush and a stammer she'd accepted. He'd kissed her the other night, and they hadn't talked about it yet.
"However," she went on to explain, "in the neighborhood where I grew up, we lived next door to the Wades, and they were Methodist. Every year, we spent Christmas with them and they would spend Hanukkah and Passover with us. It was this tradition we had, and it's some of my favorite memories from childhood. So when I moved out here, I decided I wanted to keep the tradition alive. Plus, I get to have this awesome tree that's all shiny."
Oliver laughed, enjoying the story, and the light it brought to her eyes. Why was she suddenly irresistible to him, when before he'd been able to control his impulses? He didn't regret the other night. In fact, he craved the taste of her again. Right now though, he was just content to be with her; that was enough. His smile must have given something away, because she smirked at him and asked, "What are you thinking?"
"That I'm happy, being here with you."
His words gave her pause. And for a moment, she thought she might cry. The last few months they'd gotten so much closer, and with the kiss the other night, she thought nothing else he did could ever surprise her. Well, color her surprised. She smiled up at him.
"I'm happy too. And I'm grateful…that I have you here to help get this angel on top of the tree." Felicity had turned to retrieve said angel from the storage tub. It had seen better days. Its white dress had yellowed with time and the halo was warped and sort of leaning to one side.
"It's not in the best shape, but Mrs. Wade gave it to me as a parting gift when I moved. She said it would be like I had a piece of them with me. She said it would be her way of watching over me. It's dumb I know, but it kind of makes me feel connected to them."
"Hey." Oliver moved in front of her, grabbing her hands while setting the angel aside. "That's not dumb. I know what you mean. When I'm out there, your voice in my head is what keeps me connected to you and John. I don't have to worry when I'm out there because I feel like you're looking out for me." He paused for a moment, as if building up to something
"You're my angel Felicity."
"Oliver…"
And then she was in his arms, capturing his lips and pressing her body flush against his. She tasted like peppermint from the candy cane she'd eaten, and she smelled like pine from the tree. Her red Christmas sweater was soft, and he discovered as he moved his hands down her back, thin enough that it didn't obstructed his exploration of her figure.
For her part, Felicity had her arms slung around his neck, holding him fast to her, hoping the moment would never end. His hands branded her body, and she got to know his as well. Breathing did become an issue, but they broke apart slowly, the kisses becoming tenderer. It ended with a final peck, and then they were pulling back. Smiling, Felicity turned and grabbed the angel that Oliver had set aside during the impromptu make out session. Indicating the step ladder, she asked" Spot me?"
"Always."
