A/N: Some well deserved fluff. Slight spoilers for 3x09. Set in the future. Enjoy! And please let me know what you think!
"Okay so...no snow and no tropical islands...this is really going to limit our honeymoon destinations, you know."
Felicity rolled over onto her stomach, tablet in front of her as she peered up at him through her lashes, blonde hair spilling around her shoulders in messy waves that he couldn't help touching.
With a grin he scooted further down into the pillows, reaching out to brush the tangled strands away from her face, fingers just coasting over her skin as he did.
She leaned her head into his hand and smiled, turning so her lips could press into his knuckles. These were the moments he still had a hard time believing belonged to him. Slow mornings in bed with her at his side.
"You're going to have to explain that one to me," he returned, slipping one finger under the thin strap that ran over her shoulder and tugging it down until it slid off, earning him a lifted eyebrow that he ignored.
"Well, I didn't think you'd be too keen on endless white sand beaches and the crash of the surf. We can't get through a thunderstorm without you waking in a cold sweat. So that negates about ninety percent of all your typical honeymoon locations. And…" she trailed off, swiping aimlessly from one page to another on the screen in front of her.
"And…" he prompted, not even bothering to try and tell her he'd be fine with an island vacation. It wouldn't have been his first choice, but he didn't want to deny her. However, he also knew she'd never go for it for those very reasons, and he loved her for it.
"And I don't think I could handle the snow. Even if it was some cozy chalet in the Alps. I…" an involuntary shudder went through her, eyes shuttering for a second as she got caught in a memory. He let his palm coast down her arm until he could cup above her elbow and squeeze.
"Anyways, after traipsing over half a damn mountain range to find you...I just associate snow with you being dead. I know it's dumb and-"
"Nothing you do is dumb," he interjected, pulling her forward as he leaned down to meet her, lips finding hers in a soft kiss that left her humming, "But I'm fine with not going to the Alps."
"Okay, good," she replied, her relief evident and as she continued to flip from screen to screen he let his fingers trail up her arm and down her back as far as he could reach.
"So...there's always an African safari? Or Europe? But I'm sure you went there a hundred times when you were growing up. I'm just going to say that between Hong Kong and Russia the entire continent of Asia is off limits and I am perfect okay with that." she let out a groan that almost sounded like a whine, "Australia?" she suggested and then immediately wrinkled her nose, "Nope, never mind, don't need thousands of people sounding like Slade Wilson following us around the entire time."
Oliver just laughed and plucked the tablet from her hands, using her surprise to capture her mouth with his and flip her to her back before she even knew what had happened.
"You think way too much."
"You're marrying me."
"I take it back, maybe you are dumb. Do you know what you're getting into?" but his tone was light and he delighted in the way her eyes danced as she swatted his arm before letting her hand trail down his chest.
"I know exactly what I'm getting," her palm ran along his jaw, nails scraping through the longer than usual stubble and sending little shocks of desire running across his skin.
"I don't care where we go. I don't care if you book a room a mile outside Starling. My plans include you, and the dress code is clothing optional," he dropped his face to her neck, loving how she went from ticklish squeals to breathy groans once he began to nip along her collarbone. "We can even lock everyone out of the foundry and hole up there for the week. All I need and want is you."
"Oliver Queen! I am not spending our honeymoon in the foundry! We already spend almost every waking moment there as it is, and besides I've already got the others lined up to cover for us so we can be gone and know that the city is safe. I even set up a duty roster! Do not make me waste a spreadsheet!"
He smiled so wide his cheeks burned at her genuine indignation at having her hard work potentially be for nothing.
"I would never come between you and your spreadsheets."
"That's good, that's very good," the fire leaving her voice as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in close "Now...how about you tell me exactly what sort of plans you had in mind for our trip. You know I like to be prepared. Clothing was optional, correct?"