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Something a little different... an entire chapter of just a conversation (dialogue only) between Oliver and Felicity. It will never be of the same quality as the amazing CheerUpLovely 's dialoge fics, but I gave it my best shot. I hope someone else enjoys this as much as I did writing it.
For your reference... Canon compliant until 3x12. Takes place 1 and a half years after that episode. Felicity is pregnant after one night in the lair with Oliver.
All mistakes are mine and mine alone.
At 27 weeks pregnant with the twins, Felicity can't sleep and neither can Oliver. Conversation and hilarity ensue.
"Hey, did I wake you?"
"No. Too wired after taking down a gang of drug dealers earlier."
"How'd that go?"
"The usual, we tracked them down, they played dumb, they shot at us, Digg and Laurel cornered them, I tied them up and delivered them to Lance. Nothing out of the ordinary."
"Ugh…I miss it."
"I know. We miss you too…If it makes you feel any better."
"Not really, but thanks for trying."
"Anytime."
"How's Jerry coping?"
"He's okay…a little too chatty on the comm's but we're…working through it."
"I probably should have warned you about that before offering him up as my replacement…My very temporary replacement."
"He wants a codename."
"What?"
"I told him he could have one."
"Wha…Why? I've been on the team for four years – an original member actually – and I don't have a codename. Neither does Digg."
"I only gave him one to keep him quiet. Thea was threatening to put an arrow in him if he didn't stop jabbering in her hear earlier."
"Oh well if I knew that's all it took I would've babbled non-stop until you gave me one. What name did you give him?"
"Cathy."
"Oh boy…I bet he loved that."
"Yup. I told him that in no way was it a comment on his sexual orientation but because he reminded everyone of a Chatty Cathy doll."
"Poor Jerry…"
"The strange thing was, he was so proud of himself."
"Because he got to sit at the cool kids table, Oliver. Don't you see? Jerry might seem confident and sure of himself, at times he can even be outrageous and seemingly flirt with everything in a pair of pants – "
"Don't I know it."
"But deep down he's still the kid who got picked on in school, the little boy who got beat up because he wasn't like everyone else, the teen who always wanted to eat with the cool kids. So as much as I want to be upset that – yet again – another new member of Team Arrow got a codename before me, I'm happy because I know how much it meant for him to get one, especially from you."
"I like Jerry I do, it's just…He cares for you, a lot, and that's what matters."
"He's so excited about being an Uncle."
"Believe me, I know. It's all he talks about."
"I get it all day at work. Yesterday I hid in the bathroom so I could eat a few gummy bears without getting a lecture from him about the benefits of healthy eating while pregnant with twins."
"You know you're not supposed to be eating that stuff."
"…"
"The Doctor said you need to limit your sugar intake to lower your risk of gestational diabetes."
"It was twelve gummy bears, Oliver. Not the big ones, but the itty bitty ones the size of my thumbnail. Twelve."
"I'll make you a nice kale smoothie in the morning."
"Over my dead body."
"It's good for you."
"So is exercise, but you don't see me doing that either."
"You said you liked kale."
"I did, I mean I do…..but after a while it gets…boring."
"Tomorrow I'll pack you some dried apricots to snack on."
"You're worse than Jerry. If I even think about reaching for a Danish during a breakfast meeting he's tsk-tsking me and shooting me the same look you're giving me right now."
"We care about you, Felicity. And these two. We only want what's best for all of you."
"Look I get it, I do. But maybe you two could like, I don't know, give me some space to make choices for myself. If I want a Danish, I'll have a Danish, and if I want to eat a Big Belly Buster instead of the tuna salad sandwich you made me, then I will."
"When was that?"
"Ahh….can we forget I said that last part?"
"That wasn't canned Tuna, Felicity. It was pan-seared and baked in the oven with a demi-glaze before being hand flaked and mixed with homemade mayonnaise."
"I'm sure the homeless guy on the corner loved it."
"…"
"Hey, I'm sorry. I love that you pack me a lunch every day, I do. But sometimes I get a craving and it takes control and I can't shake it…No matter how hard I try."
"It's…it's fine. I get it."
"Think of it as saving the city by night and unknowingly feeding the homeless of Starling by day."
"…I can't I say mad at you, can I?"
"…Well I am cute…And kind of adorable."
"I love you all the more for it."
"…"
"So…what are you watching? Anything good on?"
"…"
"Felicity, are you crying?"
"…No…..."
"Why is your face wet?"
"I spilled my water."
"Down your face?"
"...yes…"
"…Seriously, that's worse than 'I ran outta sports bottles'"
"..."
"Why don't you go back to bed, try and get some sleep."
"Oh believe me I would if your kids weren't night owls."
"Suddenly they're my kids?"
"Anytime you want to become a seahorse and carry these two, be my guest."
"….Seahorse?..."
"Because with seahorses it's the males that carry the – haven't you seen Friends?"
"Is that a show?"
"Is that?…Seriously, I just can't with you right now…."
"Felicity…."
"Don't….don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Say my name like that."
"Like what?"
"And stop doing that."
"Doing what?"
"That thing that irritates me."
"Smiling?"
"Yes, that."
"…"
"What no witty comeback?"
"…"
"Are you crying?"
"Absolutely not."
"Your eyes look suspiciously red."
"…it's stupid…"
"…"
"It just sorta hit me."
"…what?"
"I have a reason to smile."
"…Oh."
"Not the fake Ollie smiles, but a real smile."
"…"
"Because I'm happy."
"…happy…"
"You're crying again."
"…how am I supposed to react when you say things like that?"
"Felicity – "
"What did I just say about my name?"
"…wait…Two seconds ago you were crying and now you're mad?"
"Who said anything about being mad? Do I look mad to you? Do I?"
"Can I be honest?"
"…"
"Is that a yes?"
"…"
"You look mad."
"Please elaborate. How exactly do I look mad?"
"…Is that a trick question?"
"No."
"You know what, forget it…I think I'll go back to bed. Are you coming?"
"No."
"Goodnight."
"Night."
"…"
"I thought you were going back to bed."
"I thought you promised to talk to me about what's going on."
"Nothing's going on."
"Uh huh…"
"Oliver…"
"…Felicity."
"STOP IT!"
"What's wrong? And don't say –"
"Nothing."
"Don't say nothing. The truth please."
"…"
"Fel – "
"Idon'tlikethewayyousaymyname."
"…can you repeat that?"
"I don't like the way you say my name."
"…huh."
"Happy now?"
"Not really, no."
"You got your answer, so nighty night."
"I'm not leaving now."
"…This isn't a challenge, Oliver."
"I beg to differ. Explain please."
"….."
"Felicity?"
"That! That right there!"
"What?"
"Fe-li-ci-ty...You draw it out, caressing me with each syllable."
"I don't say it like that."
"Oh, but you do. You do it all the time and lately it's driving me crazy."
"…"
"…"
"...Stop biting your lower lip… That's driving me crazy."
"I drive you crazy when I do this?"
"MmmHmm…."
"…Does that make us even?"
"Not by a long shot, Smoak."
"Oh God…even my last name sounds sexy."
"Thea calls you Smoak all the time!"
"She says Smoak. You say Smoak."
"I…"
"Not the same thing."
"I don't understand. None of this makes sense…"
"Because I want nothing more than to slather you in chocolate syrup and lick you from head to toe!"
"…Oh…okay then…right."
"And when you go all 'Fe-li-ci-ty' and 'Smoak' on me images of whipped cream cans and maraschino cherries invade my mind."
"…Alright then…I guess that ah…"
"And the Doctor said - "
"No sex."
"Right. No sex."
"…"
"…"
"So how long after…."
"Six weeks. Minimum."
"Right…so…"
"So…we wait."
"…"
"…"
"He didn't say we couldn't do other things though."
"…Oh…true….Why didn't we think of this before?"
"Ah…we've been busy?"
"Right…VP-ing and Vigilante-ing…"
"What do you say?"
"…What did you have in mind Mr. Queen?"
"Hmmmm…say that again….."
"Mr. Queen."
"Oh yeah…lean back and let me….oh yeah…..how do you always…smell…so good…."
"MmmHmm….Oliver…yes…right there…don't…stop…"
"….never…."
"Oliver…please…ow!"
"…So good…"
"Oliver!"
"What? What's wrong?...Did I hurt you?"
"….Ugh… I can't…my back…"
"I'm sorry, I – "
"Just help me up."
"…Is that better?"
"Much."
"Guess we're not too good at this."
"We just need to try a different position."
"What did you have in mind, Ms. Smoak?"
"Hmm…Okay this might work. You sit there…yes like that and I'll just sit on your lap…there we go. Better?"
"Mmmhmmm…Much. You?"
"Oh yes. I might have to shift around a bit…ah, there that's better. Let's do this."
"You know, this reminds me of that night in your computer chair."
"…Really? I thought we only had sex on the med table."
"You don't remember?"
"Yes of course I do…sort of…"
"You really don't remember, do you?"
"Sorry, nope…Still mostly a blur."
"Not even round three on the training mats when I came up behind you and – "
"Yeah nope…"
"The morning then. You must remember that."
"We didn't have sex that morning."
"I know that! I'm talking about when you ran out on me."
"….."
"Did you actually think we weren't going to talk about it?"
"Well I sorta figured at this point it was, well…water under the bridge?..."
"Is that a statement or a question?"
"What would you like it to be?"
"…"
"Okay, I'm sorry I ran out on you."
"And?..."
"And I'm sorry I sort of ignored you for six weeks."
"And?..."
"And I'm sorry I pretended I wasn't at home when you knocked on my door."
"And?..."
"I'm sorry I ignored your calls."
"…"
"Oliver…"
"….I was freaked out that morning too…but if you had just talked to me instead of – "
"Talked? This from the man who still hasn't talked about what happened to him the five years he was gone?"
"Felicity…"
"This is part where you listen to me. I haven't brought up what happened that morning because frankly I didn't feel it was necessary. I mean, so much has changed since then, and look where we are now. We're living together – sure it's with your sister, but we put an offer in on the place downstairs, and we have these two on the way. So I'm sorry if I hurt you, Oliver, but you're right… I was freaked out. Deep down I still am sometimes."
"I'll make you a deal…We can be freaked out together."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"…I'd like that. You and me."
"You and me. Together."
"All four of us..."
"So…."
"If we're going to do this can we get on with it? My leg is starting to cramp."
"Come here, Ms. Smoak."
"….Mmmmm…"
"….oh yeah….I was right here before….just…behind…your ear…."
"Oh!...God yes….Ah huh…right there…"
"…Felicity….your skin…God….all day…"
"Mmm….Oliver…SO good….I - "
"…"
"…"
"Was that one of babies?"
"Did you feel that?"
"….."
"….."
"…That was a helluva kick…"
"Maybe if we're really really quiet they won't notice."
"Try again?"
"Absolutely."
"…"
"...hmmmmmmmm….."
"Shhhh…."
"Sorry…"
"…"
"….."
"Maybe it's their way of encouraging us?"
"Hey guys, give us a break, okay? I really need this so behave, please...What are you laughing at Queen?"
"You…talking to our kids…you're cute."
"Are we doing this or not?"
"Definitely doing. And definitely before you get angry again."
"Hey I take offense to - ….ohhh…ahhh…hmmmmm…."
"…..still….the best way…to….get you…to….stop talking…."
"…"
"…How can they be that strong already? They only weigh like two pounds."
"And already thwarting us. Doesn't bode well for the future, does it?"
"Oh, I don't know. It could make for some interesting make-out sessions in the closet."
"I like the sound of that."
"You do, do you? Care for a preview?"
"I thought you'd never ask…"
"….."
"Just ignore them."
"I haven't even touched you."
"Not sure what's wrong with them tonight. I mean, sure they kick almost all day but this is so much more than that."
"I could…..you know…get you off…."
"Oh?...that sounds…nice, but…"
"But what?"
"It's not a good idea right now."
"Huh? You were all for a demonstration two seconds ago."
"Yes, well…things have…ahem, changed…since then."
"If it's because of these two, I promise you they won't know what's going on until it's all over. And I can be quick."
"Oh God, don't say that… I'm one touch away from exploding like the 4th of July."
"Then let me show you the Star Spangled Banner."
"…rain check?"
"What's up?"
"Nothing, I just…maybe now's not a good idea for you to be touching me, you know, down there…"
"What aren't you tell me?"
"Nothing! Geez…can't a girl keep something to herself."
"Promise me you're okay?"
"I'm A-OK."
"…So what now?"
"…So I don't really need you to touch me, you know, down there in order for this to work. If you just put your hands right here….yes that's it….and I'll just lean in and sorta move like this….Ah yes! Uh huh….oh God…feels so good and – "
"I can't get over how big you've gotten."
"…"
"….."
"Way to make a woman feel real special Oliver."
"No…NO! I wasn't talking about…I meant your breasts…your breasts have gotten so big."
"Don't get too attached. Before you know it I'll be back to wearing my B-cups."
"That's okay."
"…Really?"
"Yeah."
"Huh."
"What's the 'huh' for?"
"Well, I always thought of you as a boob man."
"I was."
"But you're not anymore?"
"Nope. Turns out I'm more of an ass man."
"Oh…OH!"
"Actually, I think my hands would be put to better use back there…"
"OH!…I ahh…most definitely concur with that conclusion, Mr. Queen."
"Glad we see eye to eye on something, Ms. Smoak."
"…You keep….ahhh….pulling me like…Mmmmm...that and I'm…Oh yes…not going to…last long…"
"…that's the point…"
"…just a little more…that way…yes…YES!...OH YES!...Oh please, Oliver – "
"…"
"…"
"Felicity?"
"Oh frack…Oh no…"
"Did you just – "
"This is not happening to me."
"Come?"
"…"
"Felicity, talk to me."
"…I'm too embarrassed…"
"Because you came?"
"No, because…something else happened…by accident."
"…Ahh…am I missing something?"
"I peed myself…well technically you too, but…oh God…Kill me now."
"It's okay, Felicity. I'm sure it's…normal."
"Nothing about this is normal!"
"Shhh…it's alright. Like you said, it was just an accident."
"I'm so ashamed…"
"Hey…don't be, okay? You have nothing to feel ashamed about. If anyone's to blame it's these two."
"…You're right…"
"Don't sound so surprised. It does happen occasionally."
"No, I mean, you're right it is their fault….Did you hear that? It's all your fault...Oh sure now you decide to behave. Well I've got news for you too, you're both grounded until you're eighteen. Got that?"
"Eighteen's a little excessive don't you think…okay maybe not."
"Stop questioning my parenting skills and help me up because I'm pretty sure I've lost all feeling in my one leg…Better yet, just role me to one side and I can get up by my – Hey! I said help me not carry me!"
"You said your leg was asleep."
"Did I say I couldn't walk? Did I say I needed you to carry me like some sort of cavemen? No, so put me down…Now!"
"I'm only trying to help."
"Well you're not!"
"I'm exhausted. This is exhausting."
"I'll be right back."
"Sure…I'll be right here….."