A prompt I received on tumblr: Oliver finally dances...with Felicity

Of Dancing and Dandelions

The sun was setting deep below the waves as Oliver and Felicity strolled along hand-in-hand. They conversed easily, ambling through a large open field instead of the beach a few yards to their right. A hand full of people were still milling about, enjoying the sand and surf before the night completely set in. However, the couple wanted this time for themselves and chose the expanse of scattered dandelions over the soft white sand.

Not long into their trek, the sounds of a guitar wafted from a group surrounding a small fire not far up the beach. Pausing their current conversation, Felicity smiled in the direction of the music. Yet, Oliver couldn't take his eyes off of her.

The melody flowed beautifully and the rhythm vibrant. It would catch anyone's ear. After the short lapse in their walking and talking, Felicity picked both right back up, but now every step included a small sway of her body. Allowing herself to get swept up in the magic of it all, she moved to the beat of the music thrumming through her veins.

Still, Oliver could not look away. He lived for that smile; the one that revealed just how happy she was. The happiness he always wanted for her life. And now he was a part of all that. Her life. Her happiness. The realization still blew his mind, but ever since the start of this trip together, the thought was no longer so hard to believe.

Watching her glow in the remnants of the evening sun, Oliver's chest swelled, thick with emotion and he acted before he even fully realized what he was doing. Swinging in front of her, he grabbed both of her hands in his, and twirled her where she stood. Before Felicity even had the chance to utter a single word, Oliver pulled her close started swaying them in a slow, simple waltz.

When her brain finally caught up, she laughed out loud, then narrowed her eyes playfully. "Oliver Queen, have you been lying to me?"

He responded with a boyish smile and joy twinkling in his eyes. "Absolutely not. I believe I said that I don't dance. Never said I couldn't dance."

"Hmmm…," Felicity hummed, "Well, I hate to break it to you, but you're going against your own rule."

Oliver huffed out laughed, then rested his forehead against hers. "I only ever break the rules for you."

Her eyes slipped closed at his admission and she moved until her arms circled around his neck. His hands came to rest on her hips and his head found the crook of her neck, breathing deep the scents he found there. The probably looked like some silly couple at a high school dance, but neither cared. This moment was for them and them alone.

When Felicity finally found the courage to voice the words sitting on the tip of her tongue, she asked her question. "Why haven't you asked me before? Like at John and Lyla's wedding? Why didn't you ask me to dance then?"

Felicity felt him inhale deeply before expelling it; the air giving rise to goosebumps as it ghosted long her neck. Oliver lifted his head and gazed deep into her eyes. "Because I was scared," he said softly. His eyes scanned her face, but found no judgment, no scrutiny. She simply waited for him to continue.

"Scared that if I asked you to dance then, I wouldn't ever want to stop. And I… Well, you know how lost in my head I was. Plus, you were there with Palmer. It just," he sighed, "wasn't the right time."

Nodding, Felicity rested her head on his chest, both quiet as they took in his words. They continued swaying to the guitar in the distance. No, it might not have been their moment back then, but their moment was now. Ever since the day they journeyed off in a shiny, silver Porsche, they had been living moment after moment. Discovering and learning everything about each other.

As he heard the song coming to an end, Oliver grabbed Felicity's hands once more, pushing her away from his body, then spun her back towards him and dipped her low. She giggled at his dramatics, her loose hair brushing the dandelions below them. While still reclined in the dip, Felicity reached over her head, picked one of the white, fuzzy plants, and brought it before Oliver's lips.

"Make a wish."

"No," he shook his head, "All my wishes have come true."

Felicity smiled, and instead brought the dandelion to her lips. As her eyes slipped closed, she blew gently, releasing the fluffy seeds from their prison. Catching the evening breeze off the ocean, they danced away, carrying her wish along with them. Righting themselves, Oliver wrapped his arms around Felicity, cocooning her in his warmth.

"So, what did you wish for?"

Felicity shook her head with smile, "Can't tell you, or it won't come true."

Oliver returned her smile, then leaned down to capture her lips with his. It didn't matter if she never told him her wish, because he had a feeling he already knew…

Now that they started this dance, she wished that they would never stop.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please leave a review if you enjoyed the story, I'd love to hear what you think. Until next time!

-RedPens&GreenArrows