A/N: Sorry for the delay in updates. Not sure how frequently these are going to come from this point but if you have a song you'd like a one-shot for, please leave it in a review and I'll see what I can write for you. The song in this one is "Marry Me" by Jason Derulo.
Never Stop
A hundred and five is the number that comes to my head when I think of all the years I wanna be with you. Wake up every morning with you in my bed, that's precisely what I plan to do.
She sees him on the other side of the dance floor. Thea is in his arms, her deep laughter carrying through the crowd of guests. They wear matching grins and the sight makes her heart swell. It is good to see him happy, to see the evidence of it in his eyes and in his smile.
"Miss Smoak."
She turns, her own smile widening at the sight of Detective - nay, Captain – Lance and Laurel.
"You can't call me that anymore, Detective. At least not in front of Oliver."
The captain rolls his eyes before pulling her in for a hug. The embrace startles her slightly because he isn't generally affectionate but she accepts it gladly. She is more than happy to have a friend in Quentin Lance.
And you know one of these days when I get my money right, buy you everything and show you all the finer things in life. We'll forever be in love, so there ain't no need to rush. But one day I won't be able to ask you loud enough.
A pair of strong arms appears around her waist the moment that Lance releases her and a warm blush settles in her cheeks as she is captured by her husband. She leans back into him, resting her weight against his chest, and sighs when his lips graze the shell of her ear. Oliver is not known to be overly affectionate either, certainly not in public, but their wedding seems to have set a new precedent. She hopes that it sticks.
"Congratulations, Queen," Lance tells him, still smiling, "You've got yourself a wonderful girl with this one."
She flushes again, partly at the compliment and partly because Laurel is standing right there. If Lian Yu had never happened for Oliver, this could very well have been their wedding.
She shakes the thought away and squeezes Oliver's forearm where it is wound around her midsection.
I'll say "Will you marry me?" I swear that I will me it. I'll say "Will you marry me?"
"Thank you, Captain."
Laurel is quiet during the exchange but the smile on her face is genuine. She and her father bid them goodbye and Felicity turns in her husband's arms. She presses up onto her toes to kiss him.
"Dance with me, Mr. Queen?" she requests quietly.
How many girls in the world can make me feel like this? Baby I don't ever plan to find out. The more I look, the more I find the reasons why you're the love of my life.
He squeezes her fingers and leads her to the floor. Their guests part for them, everyone smiling, the joy of the day palpable in a room full of their family and friends. The song that is playing is a little faster than what she's used to but she doesn't complain as Oliver spins her away from him before reeling her back in. She laughs, the sudden move catching her off guard but it isn't surprising. In all of the years that she's known him, she's discovered that her husband is fairly light on his feet.
"Are you having a good day, Mrs. Queen?"
She shrugs, "It's been okay, so far."
You know one of these days when I get my money right, buy you everything and show you all the finer things in life. We'll forever be in love, so there ain't no need to rush. But one day I won't be able to ask you loud enough.
He shakes his head at her teasing and spins her around again. She is breathless when she comes back to him.
"Just okay?" he murmurs, pulling her closer as a new song begins, this one much slower than the first.
"It's been wonderful, Oliver," she confesses, "It's better than I could've imagined. I love you."
He kisses her, his lips firm and insistent, and she melts a little further into his chest. Their display is awarded with numerous catcalls and clapping and when she pulls away, they are both a little flustered. She adjusts his tie, her fingers lingering on the lapel of his jacket. He is quiet, bent over her so that their foreheads touch, and they are hardly moving. They are simply swaying.
I'll say "Will you marry me?" I swear that I will me it. I'll say "Will you marry me?"
She follows the rhythm of his body, drifting with him, and finds that he is the only person in the room who can hold her focus. All of their friends are there; Roy and Barry and Caitlin and Iris and Cisco. John had been the best man, Sara the maid of honor. They are all there and a handful of their family members but she is unable to look away from her husband.
Oliver suddenly turns, taking her with him, and she stumbles slightly, laughing. He keeps her upright, of course, his arms around her as tight as ever, and when she looks up at him, the grin on his face reminds her that he is younger than he seems most days. She returns the grin and pinches his side in reproach.
And if I lost everything, in my heart it means nothing 'cause I have you. Girl, I have you. To get right down on bended knee, nothing else would ever be better, better, that day when…
"Are you happy, Mr. Queen?" she asks, already sure of his answer.
He doesn't let her down.
"More than I have ever been, Felicity. Thank you."
A hundred and five is the number that comes to my head when I think of all the years I wanna be with you. Wake up every morning with you in my bed, that's precisely what I plan to do.