Feel This Light of Mine
Pairing: Oliver/Felicity
Summary: He knows, he always does.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
I can feel his eyes on me, almost as if they want to pin me to the very spot I've been occupying for the past hour. He knows that I've been subtly avoiding him throughout the whole party. If I'm being honest with myself, i've been avoiding him, subtly, for much longer than that. I don't have to look directly at him to know the deep V that rests between his furrowed brows. Its the expression he always wears when he tries to solve a problem or the one he wears when he tries to determine whether he missed an anniversary. If I look at him now, I'll know that his left hand is probably clenched tightly at his side.
My cheeks flush a delicate shade of pink underneath his steady gaze and it makes me think of other ways that he looks at me in the same manner. I brave a brief glance in his direction and smile to myself when my eyes just manage to catch the retreat of his own. This is a game he often plays at events like these, he wants me to know that he's looking at me but doesn't want to get caught. Spending years by his side as both the vigilante and his wife warrants a little knowledge.
I flick my gaze from his form just long enough to reach for a flute of champagne from the tray a server was carrying as he walked past. I strike up conversation every now and then with people whose names I've already forgotten while I give Oliver a chance to schmooze investors for the company. A few minutes longer and I use the excuse of needing some air to pull myself away from the overzealous bunch. Champagne in hand, I walk the short distance to the double doors that lead to a balcony overlooking the Queen Estate. Although it feels like hours, I know only minutes have passed by as I stand in comfortable silence. My frayed nerves threatening to expel what little I've eaten over the course of the evening.
I feel him even before I see of hear him. The gentle hum of energy becoming a soft pull at my back until finally I feel his chest pressed flush against it, his fingers prying the flute from my hand and setting it off to the side. Oliver offers no words but a solitary kiss to the nape of my neck, his days old stubble a welcomed sensation along the sensitive skin. With the champagne flute momentarily forgotten, I close my eyes and smile when I feel hands inch their way along my hips only to rest on my stomach. These simple touches igniting the fierce admiration I have for the man standing behind me. For my family. In the dark of night, it blazes hot and unhindered, swallowing us both.
"Ignoring your guests to watch me isn't very cordial of you Oliver." Its meant to be said as a warning but even I can detect the playfulness clinging in-between my words.
"I can't look at my wife?" I roll my eyes at his evasive question, butterflies fluttering dangerously in my stomach as his fingers stroke soothing patterns onto the fabric where his hands lay. My eyes widen in surprise and I wait with bated breath, my brain conjuring up words that I have no recollection of thinking about.
"How long have you known?"
He's silent for a moment. I know he needs some time to fully acquaint himself with the feel of my stomach beneath his palms, undoubtedly just as nervous as I was, still am, but I hear the smile in his voice as his lips ghost along the shell of my ear.
"Felicity, you refused the wine I bought for dinner last week."
"Why didn't you say anything then?" I should feel ashamed at how easily Oliver can stir the feelings of desire within me but I'm not. My fingers slowly trail up and along his forearms, applying the slightest pressure with the pads of my fingertips.
"I needed to be sure. When I saw you tonight and you weren't drinking…I just knew." He's long since given up the notion that he doesn't deserve happiness in his life but its in this moment where I can hear the doubt of his past creeping back into his voice, clouding the excitement i know he must feel at the news.
"Hey, you're going to be great." I hear Oliver sigh and not a second later I feel the tension dissolve around us, joy soaking into its hollow places.
"I know."
A/N: I hope you guys liked it. So none of these chapters have been less than 500 words. Oops sorry (not). Thanks for reading! Let me know that you think and if you have any prompts you'd like to see. I'll see you guys soon! :)
