AN: Hello my dear nerds and strangers! I'm sorry for not posting something sooner, but I simply lack inspiration and motivation to leave bed right now. Well, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

Felicity had decided that a long Skype session with her mother was necessary. After their last episode of Doctor Who and their rather emotional talk afterwards, she had thought long and hard about what to say to her mom. When she realized that she would never find the perfect words, she'd simply called her mom and started talking, repeating Oliver's words to the letter. Donna had started crying, Felicity had started crying, and Oliver had been so overwhelmed that he'd left their hotel room to go for a long and exhausting run. When he'd returned, Felicity was saying Good Bye to her mom, wiping away a few last tears.

"You okay?" Oliver asked hesitantly and put one arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest. Felicity rested her head against his collarbone, enjoying the rhythmic beating of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest.

"I'm better now, yes. Mom and I…talked. And I think she's better now, too."

"That's good to hear." The smile that spread across his face made her heart flatter with nervousness. They'd been together for a few weeks and he already treated her like she was the most precious thing on this earth. She didn't mind that, not at all. But it was confusing at best and worrying at worst. It was so unlike the Oliver she knew.

"Stop thinking Felicity. You'll just end up getting to the wrong conclusions. Let's crawl into bed, snuggle a little bit and watch the next three episodes of Doctor Who."

She grinned.

"I knew that you'd love the show! You're going to be a complete Who-geek by the time we get to season eight!"

Oliver simply huffed and pulled her into the bedroom.

The next three episodes of Doctor Who took place in London during the Blitzkrieg and in Cardiff. And while the first two episodes were incredibly thrilling and exciting, and Felicity practically crawled under his arm, Oliver couldn't help but chuckle every time the Doctor's new companion, Jack Harkness appeared. Apparently Jack would stay with them for a while now, something that made Felicity quite excited.

"He's really handsome and so….nice! Okay, he's a bit too bi for my taste, but come on! That smile…" she explained him and kissed his pout away.

"The guy looks just like Malcom Merlyn. Just….Jack's more skinny. How can you say that you like him! Merlyn is…..awful. And now I have pictures in my head."

"Sure, he looks a little bit like Merlyn. But more like a distant cousin, right? And Merlyn would be a lot more charming if he'd not be the new Demon's Head and everything. You know…..if he'd be one of the good guys and not on the receiving end of my hatred."

"Good to see that your priorities aren't completely messed up."

After they'd packed away their movie equipment (meaning snacks, beer and the laptop), Felicity announced that she wanted to take a quick shower and preferably do so alone. So Oliver decided to get some revenge and play a little prank. Completely harmless, really. But watching The Empty Child had given him one horrible idea. Horrible but quite ingenious. As quietly as possible he left the house and ran a few miles to the next Army store. There he purchased everything he needed and returned to their house as quickly as possible. The shower was still running, so that was a good sign. Time to put everything in place.

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The shower had helped her relax and get rid of all the tension and anxiety that came from watching The Empty Child and The Doctor Dances. She felt completely at ease now, ready to spend the rest of the evening with her boyfriend in bed. So she slung a towel around her frame and opened the door, fully expecting Oliver to be waiting on the other side. What she didn't expect was a figure falling towards her, a figure wearing a gas mask and saying "Are you my mummy? Mummy? Are you my mummy?"

Felicity screamed and sprang back, throwing her towel at the figure and locking herself in the bathroom.

"Oliver!" she screamed.

But her screams for help were only meat with roaring laughter. Oh no. He wouldn't. Would he?

Carefully she opened the door and pulled her towel off the figure in front of her, revealing a gas mask slung over a mop. Apparently he would. Oliver himself sat on the bed, clutching his stomach in laughter with tears streaming down his face. If she hadn't been so furious with him, Felicity would've taken time admiring the man in front of her and how beautiful he was when he was laughing. Or she would have been surprised and pleased that he was laughing in the first place, something he hadn't done in a long time.

"How COULD you! You KNOW how scary that episode was and you do something like THIS? You….asshole!"

"Oh come on, sweetheart. You should've seen your face! And the towel…you just…threw it….naked….your face!"

He was barely able to control himself, especially once Felicity threw her towel at him, missing by miles. Only when his eyes roamed over her naked body did she realize the mistake she'd made.

"Oh no you don't!" she said, raising a single finger in warning. But her stupid boyfriend didn't listen but jumped off the bed and took her in his arms, pressing her body to his and kissing her passionately. Not that she minded. She didn't. Not at all. But she was forgetting all about being mad at him and that wasn't very good. At least not in the long run. She should be mad at him and he shouldn't be able to make everything alright again with just a kiss. But then, no kiss with Oliver was `just a kiss´.

"Dance with me." He whispered into her ear, nibbling on her earlobe.

"You don't dance, Oliver. And I'm naked."

"I do dance, at least if it's you asking. And I will most certainly not complain about you being naked. Not at all."

He pulled her even closer, if that was possible, sliding both arms around her waist so that she had to put her arms around his neck. It was intimate, even if she'd been clothed, but there was nothing sexual about the situation. They simply danced through the room, staring into each others eyes and moving their bodies to the rhythms of an imaginary melody. And when Felicity laid her head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat, a smile crept on her lips and she whispered: "The Doctor Dances."