So, update! Yay! I hope everyone enjoys.
One, very quick note, I'm possibly going to go quiet for a couple of weeks. University is going full throttle at the moment and I really need to stay on top of my assessments. So, if I disappear, it's because of that. On the other hand, I may decide that procrastination is a way of life and I'll churn out tons. I don't think so, though. I'll probably go into assessment mode. So, just...if I take a long time with the sequel to Disney and Awkwardness, it's because of that.
As always, enjoy! (I have a feeling you'll all like this one ;))
"As soon as I saw you, I knew an adventure was going to happen."
Winnie-the-Pooh
A.A. Milne
Oliver wakes to possibly his favorite sight ever.
Felicity is sitting on their bed, her legs crossed, focused intently on her tablet. Her hair is spilling over one shoulder, waves of gold brushing her arm as she taps at her tablet and tries to push up the sleeves of his white dress shirt that's much too big for her. She's not wearing her glasses and is squinting adorably at the screen and if Oliver was one to sigh in contentment, he would.
He's not, so he simply stays still and watches her.
Their room is quiet save for the sound of the ocean outside their room and the rustling of leaves. The view, Oliver knows, is incredible but he's not that interested in the world outside their room, right now. He's too interested in Felicity.
She's ridiculously gorgeous.
He can't pinpoint exactly why she's so gorgeous because, as much as he knows how physically attractive she is, there's something more to her beauty that just…sucks him in.
It's all the more present on mornings like this one, where they have nowhere to rush to and no one to bother them and he can lie in bed and watch her play with her tablet and admire her.
Especially on a day like today.
Felicity lifts her left hand to push some hair out of her face and Oliver feels something tighten in satisfaction at the sight of his ring on her finger.
Ever since he'd placed it on her finger, she hadn't taken it off and, she'd told him quite sourly once during an argument, she wasn't planning on taking it off for a good fifty years. Oliver had taken that as an indication that no matter how mad she could get at him, she was his for the rest of his life.
They'd made that sentiment official last night.
They hadn't planned to elope, not really, but the longer their engagement had gone on the more pressure they'd both felt to have a high society wedding that neither of them wanted. Felicity, in particular, had only been sure of what she didn't want and Oliver is still sure Thea has yet to forgive her for dashing his sisters hopes of being wedding planner.
The issues with Felicity deciding what she didn't want to have suddenly morphed into everyone suddenly wanting to know what sort of wedding she did want to have.
She hadn't known that either and, when asked, Oliver told everyone he just wanted to marry her.
So, he'd walked into their apartment one evening after work and told her that they needed to go on holiday and figure it out without everyone pressuring her for a decision.
If, the second they'd reached Fiji, Oliver had told Felicity that the Fijians could marry them and they could be done with the wedding, it was only because he'd asked his travel agent out of curiosity and they'd confirmed Fiji as a great spot for eloping.
So that's what they'd done last night.
And now, in the morning light, Oliver looks at Felicity and decides that the reason she's ridiculously gorgeous and his favorite thing to look at is because she'd made the decision to become his wife.
He must have made a noise because Felicity suddenly looks up from her tablet and Oliver grins at her as he watches a blush spread across her cheeks rapidly.
He loves that even though they've been together for years, she still blushes when she looks at him sometimes.
"Good morning, Mr. Queen." She says softly, twisting to place her tablet on the bedside table.
Oliver raises himself on his elbow slightly. "Good morning, Mrs. Queen."
Felicity's blush deepens and Oliver reaches out to tug her down next to him, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as Felicity lets herself be cuddled to him. Oliver presses a kiss to her forehead and tries not to smirk at Felicity's sigh of contentment.
Felicity's tracing one of his scars and Oliver can tell she's mulling something over when she tilts her head to look at him.
"Oliver?"
"Mmm?"
"Can I tell you something?" She asks hesitantly and he looks down at her to quirk an eyebrow. Felicity knows him well enough to know that's her encouragement. "Do you remember when we first met? When you told me that ridiculous lie about your laptop?"
"I do." He's never quite admitted to Felicity that their first meeting had stuck in his mind well after he'd first approached her.
He'd never been quite able to figure out why the fast talking, slightly quirky blond had stuck in his mind. Sure, she'd made him laugh but Oliver had known that it was more than that and it had taken him years to figure it out it was because he'd realized how special she was then. It had only taken him three years to acknowledge that aloud.
"Do you want to know what I was thinking when you walked away?"
Oliver snorts a little. "Something along the lines of you not being gullible and me being a really bad liar?"
Felicity chuckles a little and shakes her head. "No, though, now that you mention it, I spent a lot of time wondering how you could come up with such bad lies. Especially after I found out you were the vigilante."
"I'm only a bad liar where you're concerned, 'Licity." Oliver tells her, quite honestly too.
He's never quite figure out how to lie to Felicity. He's sure it has something to do with the fact that he doesn't like lying to Felicity as much as it has to do with the fact that Felicity can see through any of his lies with unerring skill.
"Which is a good thing in a husband." She tells him with a smile and then her smile softens. "But I wasn't thinking that. That first day, when you were walking away from me, I knew that whatever happened with you, I was going to have an adventure. It was like, as soon as I saw you, I knew an adventure was going to happen."
Felicity's blushing again and Oliver thinks it's because of the weight she's placing on their first meeting.
He doesn't care.
Sliding a hand through her hair, Oliver kisses her. He kisses his wife and rolls her onto her back, hovering over her and pulling away so he can see the flush on her cheeks that only happen when he's kissing her.
"I think you're right, Mrs. Queen. I think an adventure has happened." Oliver tells her, sliding his hand down to begin to unbutton her shirt. "I think our greatest adventure has only just started though."
Felicity leans up to kiss him again, her arms sliding around his neck. "I love you, Oliver." She murmurs against his mouth and Oliver kisses her again.
"Love you, too, 'Licity."
And he will, wherever their adventure takes them.
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