Hey guys! Sorry for the hiatus for the last two weeks, I'm still recuperating from my procedure and it's been nerve racking waiting to hear news back from my doctor. All I know so far is that I have been diagnosed with gastritis, inflammation of the stomach. And as you all already know, the acid reflux. But by me having these two together is hard because it basically means I can't eat a lot of foods I ate before and that I have to be extremely carful what goes into my stomach. Side effects of these two are pretty bad and make me tired all the time. I'm only 19 and this has been really hard on me for the last month.
But enough of my rambles, lets continue on with the story, and Oh! Season 4 of Arrow returns in October! So excited! I'm not sure how many chapters I'm going to make this, it all started as a two-shot that has been extended lol. Hope all of you will stay for the journey, and I'm thinking about extending my branches to some Teen Titans fics, not sure yet, I'm a big RobStar shipper haha.
This chapter is extra long because of all your lovely reviews you guys left me. Thank you so much for the love and support!
Oh frack Oh frack Oh frack Oh frack! Felicity was in complete panic mode. She weighed her options: A) Talk to Oliver about what he said on Lian Yu, B) Make up some lame ass excuse or C) Stay Quiet and hope he forgets I said anything at all.
"Felicity?" He pulled slightly back from her and looked down at her panicked face.
"Yup?" she couldn't trust herself to say more until she figured out her mental battle.
He smirked and repeated, "What did you mean by 'read too much into your attention and concern for me'?"
"Oh, I said that? I meant, um…oh frack. On Lian Yu, when I was rambling about how you out-foxed Slade and how you told me you loved me back at your mansion castle. I was even fooled for a second there that you might have meant it or something. But then I said, 'you really sold it' and then you told me that 'we both did' so what the hell is that suppose to mean? And ever since then things have been different between us, and you being here makes me so confused! You took the whole day off to be here with me, taking care of me, but why? I know you care but it's something else, isn't it? Unless I'm totally out of it and imagining—"
"Breathe! I'm getting winded hearing you talk for so long." He chuckled and kissed her forehead.
"Stop that!" she pushed him but kept a hold on his arms to keep steady.
"Stop what?" his eye sparked with curiosity.
"Being all," she waved a hand wildly, "flirty with me! It's not helping the situation!"
He smiled, a genuine Oliver Queen Smile. Not the smile of a billionaire, not the smile of a playboy, but the smile of an Oliver that Felicity is able to see everyday.
He led Felicity back to the couch and helped her sit down and he settled in next to her. Before she could get too comfortable he moved her so she was settled on his lap. She squeaked in surprise but relaxed against him; she moved her head to lie on his shoulder and placed her hand on his chest, over his heart.
"Comfy?" he asked. She nodded her reply and closed her eyes, with her body feeling so cold his body heat felt amazing. His right hand rested on her knee and his left hand settled on her waist. He moved his thumb up and down her waist, playing with her plain white tank top. His other hand stayed dormant on her knee.
"Felicity, you know I would never say anything unless I absolutely mean it, right?" he mumbled under his breath, creating a bubble around them that was safe, calm, and loving.
"Oh, I know. I remember how you really felt after I got back from Central City; when I was visiting Barry in the hospital." Her tone was sharp and he cringed internally.
"…Sorry about that I was just…uh…" He didn't know what that feeling was, but having Felicity care about another guy more than her work for the Arrow really made him feel angry and hurt, like she rather be with Barry than him.
"You were what? Jealous? You were jealous of a guy that is in a coma?" She bit back a giggle. She felt his heart rate pick up and could practically hear him swallow hard.
"Well," he sighed, "yeah. How could I not be? Like you said the night you took down the Clock King, 'I'm your girl' " His right hand ghosted over the bullet wound on her right shoulder. "And the thought of you being somewhere else and not here, it made me realize how crucial you are to not only the team, but to me."
"Oliver…" her voice started to drift and he felt her body relax. She cuddled closer to him, her nose grazing his neck. He sat there a moment enjoying the feeling of her in his arms, but he knew she needed some rest. He moved his arm to gather her legs and placed his other arm on her back. He stood up from the couch gently, trying not to wake her, and carried her back to her bedroom. He laid her gingerly on the deep purple sheets and tucked her in. Oliver just sat there watching her sleep, watching her chest rise and fall.
As he got up to leave Felicity grabbed his arm, "Stay."
Oliver stood there in surprise not quite understanding what she meant or what she was implying.
"What?" Her eyes were still closed but his were wide open.
"Stay, I'm cold and you make a great space heater." She mumbled while patting the empty space next to her.
He was going to ask if she was sure but she patted the bed again signaling that she really wanted him to join her. He slipped off his work shoes, took off his suit jacket, pulled his dress shirt out from his pants, and slid off his belt. He was going to take off his dress shirt but decided against it.
He pulled back the covers and settled into the bed next to Felicity, almost instantly she curled up at his side but then moved back. Her actions confused Oliver.
"Are you okay? Are you going to vomit again?" He stroked her cheek and felt her forehead again, she was still warm and her body was still shaking.
"No, but I will on your shirt if you don't take it off." She smirked lightly and he was taken back by her words; but he followed orders. He sat up in her bed and started unbuttoning his light blue button down. He could feel her staring at him, but when he turned to look at her, her eyes shut fast pretending that she was 'asleep.' After he unfastened the last button he threw his shirt to join the rest of his belongings on the floor.
Felicity clung to Oliver the second he hit the pillow; her arms wrapped around his waist, her head settled on his chest, and her legs tangled with his. Oliver moved his arms to hold her close. He felt her body shivering even thought it was warm in the bedroom.
"This is so much better than a heated blanket, you feel amazing." She regretted her word choice the second it left her mouth.
She buried her head into her chest and groaned, "I really need to be more careful with my word choice."
She felt his chest vibrate from laughter, "Just go to sleep Felicity." He absently started to stroke her hair, today she worn it down. He wasn't used to her having it down, but he loves how soft it is.
Before he realized, he was falling asleep himself.
It was her scream that woke him up. He jolted right up ready to attack whomever was in her room, but in the dark room there was no one. He turned on the lamp that sat on the nightstand. Felicity was curled up in a ball on the opposite side of the bed. He remembered her falling asleep on his chest, but he didn't feel her move away from him. He was a fairly light sleeper; always prepared for an attack. But tonight was different; he was content, happy. He didn't even have a nightmare, but Felicity was.
"Felicity?" He scooted over to her side of the bed and gently laid a hand on her shoulder, slowly trying to wake her.
"Hmm…No! Please, Stop!" Felicity's head thrashed back and forth.
Oliver continued to gently wake her, he knew that he couldn't wake her up right away, that would only startle her even further. But the next thing that came out of her mouth made him stop completely.
"Slade…w-why would you do that!?...Oliver…" her breathing came faster and she started to cry.
Oliver didn't know what to do, but he needed to wake her up. Why didn't she tell me she was having nightmares about Slade?
He gently took her face into his hands and brushed the tears away.
Gently, he started to speak to her.
"Felicity, please wake up. I'm right here; you're okay. It's just a dream. Please wake up. Slade can't hurt you, I'm right here." Her head stopped shaking and her body began to relax.
Slowly, her eyes opened.
"Oliver? You're okay? But…" she was confused, Oliver just died in her dream, how could he be here?
"You were having a nightmare, Felicity. How long have you been having nightmares about Slade?"
To be continued!
Hope you guys enjoy this chapter! I'll try to update within the week, but it is 4th of July weekend. But I'll try my best!
~MadameDegrassi354