Day 8: Song Lyric
Sam Smith- Nirvana
"It's too late to get away from it all. I'm done with running, so I give into you."
Felicity woke up early on Christmas Day, even though she had no reason to. Hanukkah had ended the night before, so she didn't truly have any reason to be up. Christmas wasn't her thing, and she was alone; no family in town and no friends who weren't celebrating with their families. She still drug herself out of bed to sit in the living room and drink coffee. She sat on the couch, staring at her "Charlie Brown Christmas tree" she couldn't help but set up, and enjoyed the warmth of her coffee.
She'd just finished the second cup when there was a knock at her door. At first she almost didn't bother getting up; not expecting anyone or anything. When the knocking became more persistent though, she couldn't ignore it anymore. With a quick glance down to double check that what she was wearing was relatively presentable, she went to open the door.
Even more surprising than someone showing up on her doorstep at 9am on Christmas morning, was the fact that it was Oliver who showed up on her doorstep at 9am on Christmas morning. She froze.
"Hi." She spoke slowly; half of her mind still trying to figure out why he was here.
"Hi." He didn't say a whole lot; just smiled at her. She started rocking back and forth on her heels.
"So uhh… why are you here? Not that I mind you being here, I mean I do like having you around. But isn't Christmas supposed to be about spending time with your family? Shouldn't you be celebrating Christmas with your mom, and Thea, and probably Roy?" He didn't answer her question.
"Can I come in? It's really cold out here." Felicity nodded quickly and stepped back.
"Do you want some coffee? I just made a pot; it should still be warm." He looked like he wanted to speak, but eventually just moved off to the kitchen.
Felicity had settled back into her spot of the couch when Oliver left the kitchen with his coffee.
"So why are you here this morning? Not that I mind of course."
"It's simple Felicity. I'm done trying to run away. I'm giving in."
"Okay… Giving into what?" He approached her so that he was standing directly in front of her.
"You." Felicity opened her mouth. "I'm done running, so I'm giving into you." Felicity was speechless. Something that Oliver still had a hard time believing actually happened. She finally spoke.
"Really?" Oliver held out his hand. Without thinking, she took it and allowed him to pull her up off the couch. He pulled her close to him and made no movement towards letting her go.
"Yeah. I even brought along something to help convince you." A smirk crossed his face, worrying Felicity about what was going to happen.
He had reached into his pocket and while she missed what he had pulled out at first, it was made obvious when he held his hand above their heads. Looking up, she saw the mistletoe that he was holding.
"Really?" She had met his eyes again and waited. He just smirked again and pulled her flush against him.
"Yup." He spoke softly, before he closed the last bit of distance between them pressing his lips to hers.
