The story's title is from the song "One Day" by Kodaline. All of the chapter titles come from various songs by the same band.
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I Make Believe You're Still Around (It's Like We're Floating High Above the Clouds)
January 2013
Felicity was in desperate need of a piping hot vanilla latte. Being early January, Massachusetts was far too deep into the depths of winter for her liking. Having grown up in California, she wasn't used to the drastic drops in temperature that usually accompany this time of year, even though she'd been living here for two and a half years. After first semester ended, Felicity went to Atlanta to spend Hanukkah and Christmas with her mom and stepdad, Michael. Second semester started a few weeks later with only one extra class in her schedule, so she'd found herself with a lot of downtime. Bored out of her mind, she was wandering around town when she'd stumbled upon a gym that offered boxing lessons, so she decided to give it a go. It turned out to be incredibly therapeutic; punching and kicking things helped her express all her pent up hurt and anger after her breakup with Oliver, making her feel lighter.
She'd just come from a session with her trainer Sam, a kind man in his early thirties who pushed her to do better, fight harder, and she was thirsty. And cold. Opening the door to Jitters, she tugged her fingers free from her gloves, looking around as she shoved them in her jacket pockets. Felicity made her way to the counter, smiling at the young blonde working there, "Vanilla latte please." She paid the girl and stood off to the side where people wait for their name to be called. She pulled out her cell phone, about to text Barry and ask what he was doing tonight, when she heard a deep male voice from behind her.
"Felicity?"
She craned her neck, smiling at who she found, "Ray, hi."
Ray tilted his head, having to look down at her because of his towering height. "Fancy meeting you here."
"I know. How have you been? I haven't seen you since our biotech class ended."
"Pretty good. I've actually been wanting to call you. Look, I really enjoyed studying and hanging out together, exchanging ideas. And I really like you, Felicity. I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go out with me some time, on an actual date." Ray raised his eyebrows and glanced down at her, hope in his eyes.
Felicity's mouth fell open in a silent gasp and she blinked at him before realizing what he just asked. She tilted her head with an apologetic look, "Ray, I really enjoyed getting to know you and becoming friends. And I would be lying if I said I didn't think about a possibility of being more than friends. But honestly, I'm still getting over a pretty bad breakup and I just don't know if I'm ready to see someone else yet. I'm sorry."
He smiled, nodding in understanding, "I completely get that. Maybe in the future, then."
She opened her mouth to speak when the barista called her name, offering her latte to her. Felicity took it from the girl's outstretched hand before smiling at Ray, "I'll see you later." She turned around, beginning her walk out of the coffee shop when she slowed her steps. It'd been nearly six months since that rainy night in Starling City. and Tommy had made it clear to her that Oliver was moving on, so why shouldn't she? Taking boxing lessons had been good for her, offering her clarity and even a sense of peace, so maybe now was the perfect time to move on. Maybe Ray was the perfect guy to do it with; he was nice, and charming, and ridiculously handsome. Making a decision, she inhaled a deep breath and pivoted in place, "Ray?"
He looked up from where he was adding sugar to his coffee, "Yeah?"
Felicity smiled at him sweetly, "I changed my mind. I would love to go out with you."
December 2017
Felicity runs her hands over the front of her brand new black jumpsuit, nervousness coursing through her veins. She stands in front of Tommy and Laurel's door, but has yet to knock. Tonight is supposed to be a happy occasion but here she is, completely dreading it. Yes, she and Oliver had agreed to try and be friends, but that doesn't mean she wants to be stuck in a room all night with him and his girlfriend; it was bad enough the first time. Plus, she's pretty sure that he hasn't told McKenna about their mini make out session, because they're still together and he doesn't have bullet in his face – cause, you know… cop! Thea is also going to be there and things between the two girls have been a little strained after Felicity had kept her promise to Oliver and tried to talk to the younger girl. It didn't go well, to say the least; she gently brought up the topic and immediately Thea had jumped down her throat, accusing her of judging her just like her brother. Felicity apologized and explained that that wasn't her intention, she was just trying to help because she cared. Thea said that it was okay and forgotten but still, the younger girl seemed more cautious around her, like she was always being scrutinized.
Rethinking her decision to come here and planning to just call Laurel with a fake cough, Felicity mutters to herself before turning around and colliding with a solid chest. She looks up with a stunned expression, wide eyes meeting crystal blue and it's like all words have flown out of her brain. She blinks, glancing down at where her palms are still very much pressed against his chest, his skin hot even through his shirt. Seriously, guy is like a furnace! Her eyes flick back up to his and he smiles down at her. "Oliver. Hi."
"Heeyyy," he drags out the word and raises a brow at her, "Where you goin'?"
"Huh?" Felicity snaps back to reality and takes a step away, removing her hands from him and immediately feeling a chill at the loss of contact. "Oh! Uh, nowhere. I was about to go in but I thought I forgot something in my car, so I was gonna go out to get it and then I ran into you. But I don't. Have to get something from my car, that is. So… I can go in…" her voice quiets as she finishes her ramble weakly.
He chuckles lightly, "After you then."
She nods before turning around, mentally scolding herself for becoming a babbling mess around him. She lifts a hand, firmly knocking on the door. Oliver stands to her right as they wait awkwardly, still not completely sure of how to act around each other. Felicity feels warm, his body heat reaching her as his chest barely brushes against the back of her shoulder causing her to suck in a sharp breath at the little contact. Both are grateful when the door swings open to reveal Tommy. He glances between them, taking in the couple-y vibe, and a wicked grin spreads across his face. "Hey guys. Don't you look cute."
Felicity and Oliver look at each other, eyes slightly wide and mouths falling open before she feels a ramble coming on. "No we don't. I mean, not like, in a couple way. Just individually we do. Not that I'm like, full of myself or anything! I just put a lot of effort into my appearance and I like to think that I'm pretty. And obviously, he looks amazing. I mean, not that I noticed. It's just like, a fact of nature. I mean... I just… This is just getting worse by the second. Why don't you guys ever stop me?!"
Her rant dispelling all remnants of awkwardness from the air, both men chuckle before Tommy steps to the side to allow them entrance. "Because it's so fun to watch you struggle, Lis. It makes my day."
She glares at him and grumbles as she passes, "I hate you." She makes her way to where the girls are standing in the kitchen, leaving the two men alone.
Tommy peers around the other man's shoulder before closing the door, "Where's McKenna?"
"She's stuck at work. She should be here soon though," Oliver answers, obvious tension and nervousness lacing his voice.
"I take it you didn't tell her?" At his furrowed brows, Tommy elaborates, "About the hot make out with your ex who she's already jealous of."
The taller man shoots a glare at his best friend, looking around to make sure none of the other guests are nearby, "Will you keep your voice down? No, I haven't told her. There just hasn't been a good time. And I know, that's just what people say. But she's been stressed with work and I just… I know that she's gonna be mad, so I'm waiting for a good time."
Tommy raises a brow, "Dude. I would not wanna be you. Felicity is a damn good boxer, and McKenna owns a gun."
He fixes his supposed best friend with an incredulous look, "You are literally no help. Ever. You are never, ever any help at all." He shakes his head, turning around and walking further into the loft in search of his mother and little sister.
Frowning, Tommy grumbles to himself, "I help…" He follows the sound of laughter coming from the women in the house to find them gathered around the island, glasses of wine in each of their hands. Laurel stands in front of the stove, lazily pushing around green beans in a pan. He saunters up behind her, planting a kiss to her cheek as a distraction for him to steal a small potato from the neighboring pan and popping it into his mouth. He grins at his wife's halfhearted scolding and leans against the counter next to her, "So ladies. What are we talking about?"
"Just girl stuff," Sara offers her brother-in-law with a wicked smirk.
"Is that code for 'me'?"
The blonde chuckles, "You wish, Merlyn." Tommy shakes his head, falling into a quiet conversation with Laurel and Sara turns to Felicity, Nyssa standing off in the living room engulfed in conversation with Captain Lance. "I saw you and Oliver come in together. What was that about?"
Felicity groans, taking a hefty gulp of the delicious red liquid that fills her glass. "I was rethinking my decision to come here so I turned around to leave and bam! I collide right into his big, hard, stupid chest. Damn him and his perfect physique," she grumbles causing Sara to release a laugh. She turns a glare to her friend, "This is not funny, Sara. How am I meant to be friends with him when every time I see him I just want to climb him like a tree? I am lucky I have so much self-control!"
She raises an eyebrow, "Self-control? You're kidding, right? This coming from the woman who just a few weeks ago kissed him, and who may or may not have made a sex tape?"
Felicity glances around frantically, "Shhh! No one is supposed to know about that!"
The other blonde looks at her pleadingly, "Lis! Did you guys make the tape or not?! I need to know!"
"I'll never tell. But if we did - if we did - then it was super hot and may have involved leather." She chuckles at Sara's expression before lifting a hand and forcibly closing her jaw, "Don't do that, you'll catch flies."
Narrowing her eyes, she growls, "I'll find it eventually."
"Good luck with that."
"Good luck with what?" Oliver's voice interjects as he walks towards them.
Felicity's eyes widen before she turns to him, trying to look natural, "What? Nothing."
"She was wishing me good luck on finding your se -" her words are finished in a dull murmur as Felicity's hand frantically flies to her mouth.
"On finding your seat! At the dinner table. She really wants to sit by you, I don't know. Sara's weird. Ow!" Felicity pulls her hand away, cradling it to her chest, "You bit me!"
Sara grins before sticking out her tongue teasingly and his confused gaze flicks between the two tiny blondes. "Okaaayyy…"
Felicity grits out as she grabs her hand, "Let's go talk to Thea." She throws Oliver a hopefully normal looking smile before pulling Sara into the living room, leaving him utterly confused.
Thea stands in the bathroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Turning on the cold water, she scoops some into her hands and splashes her face, leaning over the sink and letting the water drip down her chin. She grabs a towel, drying her skin and taking in her appearance once more. Deciding that she looks acceptable, she tucks the ziploc baggy back into her purse and opens the door, colliding with someone as she steps out. "Oh!" Her eyes roam over the blonde, "Sorry Lissy."
"No, I'm sorry. I was about to knock to see if anyone was in there," Felicity laughs before peering down, "Oh, you dropped your bag."
"It's okay, I can get it!" Thea's eyes widen and she hurries to try to pick up the purse but is too late as Felicity retrieves it, grasping the plastic that fell out and standing.
Turning it around in her hand, she examines the bag filled with a couple oval shaped green and black pills. "Thea," she looks up with furrowed brows, "What are these?"
The younger girl huffs and reaches forward, snatching her purse before trying to grab the pills, but Felicity moves them out of reach just in time. "Give them back," she grumbles.
The blonde lifts her other hand, grasping Thea's chin and forcibly turning her head from side to side to examine her closely, taking in her vacant eyes before the girl maneuvers out of her hold, "Thea, did you just take these in the bathroom? Are you high?"
She finally manages to get ahold of the pills, pulling the transparent bag close and shoving it deep into her purse. "Mind your own business, Felicity."
While trying to brush past the older woman, she is stopped by Felicity's hand closing around her wrist and yanking her back. "What is wrong with you?!" she whisper-shouts to convey her anger, careful not to alert anyone else of the conversation. "Your mother and Oliver are in the next room, as well as two police officers, and you're popping pills? This isn't you, Thea."
"And how exactly would you know that? You've been gone for the last five years, you have no idea who I am. Felicity, you and Oliver aren't dating anymore; you don't have to pretend like you care about me. So why don't you just leave me alone like you have been for five years?"
Felicity is taken aback by the anger in the girl's tone. "Thea, I know that I haven't exactly been there for you in the recent past, but to say that I don't care about you? That is so unfair and you know it. And this person standing in front of me is not the sweet, energetic, happy little girl that I love. You can't continue on like this."
Thea scoffs, "Oh yeah? And what exactly are you going to do about it?"
Straightening her shoulders, she doesn't back down, "I'll walk right into that living room and tell Oliver. And by the look that just flashed across your face, you'd much rather be dealing with me than him."
"Fine, tell him! But when I deny it, who do you think he is going to believe? His sweet, innocent baby sister that he loves more than anything? Or the liar who ripped out his heart and stomped it into a million pieces?" Felicity forces herself to suppress the cringe and hurt at her words, still refusing to back down. She must not have remained as passive as she thought because a smirk ticks up the corners of Thea's mouth, "That's what I thought. This never happened. Merry Christmas, Lissy," she finishes sarcastically before turning on her heels with a flourish and disappearing around the corner.
Felicity blinks, trying to process what had just happened. She turns, entering the bathroom and closing the door behind her. She is going to need more wine tonight.
Once McKenna arrives, Laurel announces that dinner was finally ready. They all settle around the dining table with Captain Lance and Tommy at opposite heads, the oversized tree sitting impeccably decorated just a few feet away. Felicity stares at her food, trying to keep her eyes fixed down and not at Oliver sitting in the seat across from her. She can't stop thinking about her altercation with Thea. The girl is in obvious need of help and despite her threats, Felicity is going to tell Oliver about what happened but not right now; it's Christmas and everyone is happy, it will just ruin things. However, that doesn't mean she isn't afraid he'll somehow be able to tell that she's keeping something from him as soon as they make eye contact. He's always been able to read her like an open book, and her with him, and no amount of time apart can change that. Thea's voice sounds from where she is seated to Oliver's left, breaking the slightly uncomfortable silence they'd found themselves in, "Isn't this just perfect? All of us, together again. It just hasn't been the same without you, Lissy."
Felicity lifts her chin, eyes fluttering around to everyone before settling on Thea, trying not to appear tense as she forces a smile, "I don't know about that, but thanks Speedy."
The younger Queen groans, "I seriously hate that nickname. You and Ollie are the only ones who still call me that. And occasionally Tommy."
"Well Speedy, it was a very accurate nickname. You used to chase after us all the time. It was adorable," Oliver smirks at her and she narrows her eyes. "And as long as you insist on still calling me 'Ollie', I'm afraid you're stuck with it."
"But 'Ollie' makes sense, it's in your name! And you've never objected to it before."
"He hates that name," Felicity finds herself saying with a small laugh. The quietness of the room making her realize she said it out loud, she looks up. Her eyes meet Oliver's and they're filled with something she can't completely place, something between surprise and fondness. "I could never call you that. It made me feel like I was with an eight-year-old, which was creepy."
A small smile tugs up the corners of his mouth, "My point exactly."
"Yeah well, I understand Lissy didn't want to call you that when you guys were like, having sex or whatever, but in everyday situations I think it's nice," Thea says casually.
Oliver chokes on his water, breaking out into a fit of coughs and Felicity stares wide eyed at her, cheeks turning a shade of bright red. She can't believe Thea just said that. I guess that's what being high will do to you. McKenna shifts uncomfortably, hand going to Oliver's back to soothe his coughing.
"Thea!" Moira scolds.
She looks up innocently, her pupils dilated wider than usual, erasing the color from her eyes, "What? Oh, I'm sorry. Are we supposed to pretend that you two didn't date for nearly three years?"
"No, but you don't have to talk about it like that in a room full of people. There's such a thing as too much information," Felicity says through clenched teeth.
"Oh please, I'm almost sixteen. We're all adults here, we understand things. I mean, I was like ten years old when I saw you two doing some not-so-innocent things out by the pool."
Her eyes widen again, "Oh my god! You saw us?!" Her eyes flick to Oliver before she leans her hand against her forehead in shame, "Oh my god."
"Yeah, it was gross. A girl should never have to see anyone, let alone one of her friends, giving her brother a blow j-"
"- Okay!" Oliver interjects with a nervous laugh. "We're done with this conversation. Tommy, how's the night club doing?"
Tommy takes in his best friend's desperate look and shifts in his seat, "Great, actually. Business is really booming and we're finally making a steady profit."
"That's wonderful, Tommy. And girls, how is the gym doing?" Moira directs to both Nyssa and Sara, who are sitting next to each other to Felicity's left, before taking a sip of her wine.
Nyssa offers the woman a smile, "Very well, thank you."
"I've been training Lis there for a few weeks," Sara nods to the other blonde.
"Oh? What have you been doing? I've been thinking about getting back into a steadier training routine," McKenna voices, surprising the two women.
"Just some boxing. I used to be really into it but got too busy with work," Felicity responds.
Oliver furrows his brows at her, remembering Tommy mentioning something about that earlier, "You box? Since when?"
"Uh, I started a couple years ago. It was a way for me to just... work through some stuff."
The breakup.Understanding reaches him and he nods his head, trying to appear unaffected.
Laurel fills the silence by sucking in a breath and speaking up, her voice overfilled with excitement, "The funniest thing happened on our honeymoon! We were walking on the beach and this guy came over..."
Her voice trails off in Felicity's mind as she looks up at Oliver only to find him already staring at her. She offers him a small smile and a shrug of one shoulder at how the dinner has gone so far. He smiles, shaking his head lightly with a soft laugh before meeting her eyes again. She can do this; she can be friends with him. Felicity grabs her glass, draining it of the red liquid. She is definitely going to need more wine tonight.
It's almost midnight, but music is still playing loudly through the Merlyn household. Both Captain Lance and McKenna left about an hour ago, having to go into the police station for some reason or another that Felicity can't quite remember. Moira and Thea had gone home as well, the latter pretending to be feeling sick to hide the effects that whatever drug she took had on her.
Which is why Felicity is currently very drunk, arm slung around Sara's neck as they sing into the microphones of the karaoke set. Sara yells a particularly high note, voice pitchy because along with being equally as drunk, she isn't a very good singer to begin with. The girls giggle until the song ends and they fall back, sinking into the couch cushions together. Oliver leans against the island next to Tommy, Laurel standing at the sink washing dishes while Nyssa helps to dry them. "Why did we ever let them become friends?" Tommy questions.
Oliver chuckles, "I don't know but I suspect it will lead to the end of the world."
Nyssa wipes her hands on a towel before making her way over to Sara, pulling her up by her arms. "Alright sweetie, I think it's time to head home."
She falls forward, leaning heavily against her wife, "Okay." She extends a hand, clasping it firmly in Felicity's with a smile, "Bye Flissy. You're so pretty." Her voice is slightly slurred but wistful nonetheless.
Felicity offers a drunken goodbye before watching the women leave and attempting to stand herself. Oliver takes a step forward with his hands outstretched when she stumbles, teetering on her heels before righting herself. "I'm - I'm gonna go too. Laurel, the food was so good I feel like I'm pregnant... but that's impossible," she breaks into a fit of giggles as she tries to make her way to the woman but trips over her own feet, falling into Tommy's arms.
He laughs, "Whoa there Lis, you're not going anywhere. You can't drive."
She gazes up at him, bottom lip jutted out in a pout before Oliver interjects, "I can take her home. She can get her car tomorrow."
Her eyes light up, "Yeah!" She looks at Tommy like he's the stupidest person in the world, "Ol-ver can take me home, duh! He's really strong," she stage-whispers the last bit causing both men to laugh.
"Alright. Thanks for coming tonight, Lis. Make sure to drink lots of water. And Merry Christmas. Or Happy Hanukkah for you," Tommy places a kiss to her cheek before handing her off to Oliver.
"I'll take care of her," he assures over his shoulder and starts towards the door, right arm wrapped around her waist as she clings to him. She buries her face into his chest, inhaling his scent with her eyes closed and a dreamy smile on her face.
"You smell so good. Like happiness… and the woods."
Oliver chuckles, "Thank you." He steps in the elevator, pushing the ground floor button and holding her up as they ride down nineteen floors. "We're gonna head to my car now, okay?"
They step outside, the cool night air causing goosebumps to litter her skin and she shivers. Oliver skillfully manages to transfer his jacket onto her while keeping her upright, and she peers over his shoulder, taking in the Jaguar parked near the sidewalk. She pouts, "Where's your bike thingy?"
"My motorcycle? I didn't drive it tonight."
"Oh, boo! I love your thingy," she freezes and then starts giggling into his shoulder, "That sounded so dirty." Oliver laughs as he opens the door, situating her inside and buckling her up before making his way to the driver's seat. Felicity pulls his jacket tighter around herself, nuzzling her nose in the collar, breathing him in and humming to herself in content.
Luckily Felicity seemed to have fallen asleep on the car ride, so it is silent until Oliver parks outside her townhouse, climbing out and walking around to her side. He opens the door, leaning in to unbuckle her seatbelt. He gazes at her face, smiling to himself at how peaceful she looks; she is so beautiful. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he gently tries to wake her so she's aware that they're at her house, "Felicity. We're home. I'm gonna carry you inside, okay?" She moves her head to the other side, pushing her cheek against her shoulder and murmuring incoherently, and he shifts his stance to loop one arm around her back and the other beneath her knees. Tossing her clutch onto her lap and lifting her out of the seat, he kicks the door shut and makes his way up the front steps before realizing that he doesn't have a key. "Shit," he mutters under his breath. "Felicity. Felicity, baby, I don't know where your keys are," he whispers, the familiar term of endearment falling from his lips without even thinking about it.
"Hmmm?" her eyes flutter open.
"Your keys. We're at your house. Are they in your bag?"
"Oh," she wraps her arms around his neck for support and she leans up, craning her neck to search around her. Eyes landing on a hanging potted flower, she points to it. "In there."
"Okay, can you stand?"
"Yup. Yes," she wriggles in his grasp until he places her on her feet, keeping one hand on her warm hip to steady her. He reaches up, pulling out the key attached to a little computer keychain causing him to release a small laugh. "Do you - do you renember your - your eighty-enth birthday?" she slurs.
"My eighteenth birthday? If you're referring to the surprise party you and Tommy threw me even though I hate surprises, then yes. I remember." He unlocks the door, replacing the key before helping her inside.
"And we - we had the fight thingy in the pool. The animal fights. What're they called?"
He chuckles, "Chicken fights. Where's your bedroom?"
Felicity nods her head vigorously, briefly lifting a hand to point down the hallway, "And then - then we went up to your room. And I gave you your present," she falls into a fit of giggles, her breath hot against his neck. The feeling, as well as the memory of exactly what his present had been, causes him to suck in a sharp, unsteady breath.
They reach her bedroom and he sits her down on the edge of the bed, kneeling to the hardwood floor and pulling off her heels. "Can you change your clothes while I get you some water?" At her jerky nod, he stands, making his way to the kitchen after throwing one last glance over his shoulder to make sure she's okay.
Oliver returns to her room with a tall glass of ice water in his hand and when he looks up, her naked back is to him, a pair of lacy black panties visible as she struggles to get her legs out of her jumpsuit. His eyes widen and he quickly turns his back, "Felicity, please put some clothes on."
"I can't get this stupid outfit off! Ol-ver, it's trying to kill me; I can't get it off! Help!" her voice is frantic.
"I - Felicity, you're topless."
"It's not like you haven't seen it before, just help me! I'm scared, it has my legs!"
He takes a deep breath, placing the cup on her dresser before turning around. Felicity has fallen backwards on the bed, her legs frantically kicking in the air to try and free herself. "Okay, stop moving. I'm coming." He quickly steps towards her, grabbing onto her legs while trying to keep his eyes ticked upwards as her naked breasts bounce with her movements. Taking in deep breaths, he feels a mixture of awkwardness and familiarity as he pulls the soft, black material from her legs.
Once Felicity is rid of the offending item of clothing, she breathes out a sigh of relief, "My hero…"
Stomach fluttering at her words, he turns toward her dresser, reaching in and pulling out the first t-shirt he can find - which just so happens to be his grey one. He backs up towards her, holding out the shirt until he feels her tug at it. After a minute, he chances a slight glance over his shoulder to find her sitting, finally clothed, and staring at him. Oliver moves, "Let's get you in bed, okay?" She scoots backwards towards the headboard and he pulls back the comforter, allowing her to settle underneath the sheets. "Goodnight, Felicity," he smiles at her before starting to retreat from the room only to stop when he hears her soft voice.
"Ol-ver?"
He rushes back to her side, worried that she may be feeling sick, "Yeah? Are you okay?"
"I'm perfect… Can I - can I tell you something?"
Smiling softly, Oliver sits on the edge of the bed, angling his body towards her and raising a hand to tuck a stray piece of hair that's fallen over her eyes behind her ear. "You can tell me anything."
Felicity stares longingly up at his face, eyes glossy and she raises a hand to his cheek, running her fingers lightly through the stubble covering his jaw. She lets out a dreamy sigh and her voice is barely above a whisper even in the silence that surrounds them, "You still make me feel tingly all over…"
His breath hitches in his throat as he remembers when she said that, calling him the night before leaving for MIT. Blue meets blue as her eyes bore into his with extreme intensity, filled with nothing but what can only be described as complete and utter love. Her eyelids start to droop as her fingers continue to thread through the hair on his cheek, moving her thumb to lightly graze over his bottom lip before falling to drape over her waist. Felicity turns her face further into her pillow and moans softly as her eyes finally fall shut, drifting into sleep. Oliver releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he takes her in; her plump lips, her soft, milky skin giving off an air of complete relaxation. He stands to leave but before he does, he can't resist reaching out a hand, index finger curling and gently tracing over the line of her cheekbone. Leaning over the side of the bed, his face stops inches from hers and he closes his eyes, breathing in her familiar scent. Oliver erases the remaining distance between them, connecting his lips to the top of her forehead with palm cradling her cheek, and she releases a contented sigh at the feeling. "Sweet dreams, Felicity," he breathes against her skin before standing upright and walking away from her.