They were always the perfect height for each other

When Oliver and Felicity were 11, they discovered that Oliver was the perfect height to rest his chin on Felicity's head as he stood behind her.

Oliver's mother had gushed at how cute it was, and though it embarrassed both Oliver and Felicity, they still did it every chance they got.

All through their teens, their height difference never changed. Felicity stayed small and Oliver grew tall.

On Felicity's 14th birthday, Oliver stood behind her with his head resting on top of hers, his arms wrapped loosely around her waist as everyone sang her happy birthday.

On Oliver's 17th birthday, Felicity stood in front of him, not able to control her laughter while offering her support as he rested his head and most of his drunk body against her.

When Felicity finally turned 21, Oliver took her to his favourite night club, and danced with her. He stayed pressed against her back, his head resting a top of hers, his hands gripping her hips as she swayed against him.

They both didn't mention the way Oliver's cock had hardened against her ass.

That was the night something changed between them.

When Felicity started working for his father, Oliver would trap her against his body, standing behind her, holding her, resting against her.

She'd fight at first, slapping and scolding him as they were at work.

But it didn't stop him, and eventually she gave up fighting him.

Felicity was embarrassed every time Oliver's father would walk in on them like that.

Both of them in their own Oliver and Felicity bubble, chatting away, Felicity against Oliver. They wouldn't notice until Robert would clear his throat, never angry but always amused.

When Felicity's mother had passed away, Oliver had been there for her the best way he could have.

Behind her, chin resting on her head, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

The first time Oliver kissed Felicity, they were at a concert, standing in their usual position.

Felicity had turned her head to smile up at him, so bright and beautiful that Oliver had just leant down and kissed her.

She hadn't even frozen, she just kissed him back, turning in his arms and throwing her arms around his neck.

When Felicity proposed to Oliver, he had been resting behind her, and she had held up an old silver ring, her fathers, and had asked.

Oliver had spun her around and had scolded her for ruining his proposal plans.

But he had said yes.

They danced their first dance in the most unlikely way.

But anyone who knew them knew that dancing back to chest was special to them.

Oliver stood behind Felicity, chin on her head as they both waited nervously for the results of their pregnancy test.

Then they both cried when it came back positive.

Throughout the whole pregnancy, Oliver was a protective presence.

He stood behind her, chin on her head, hands cradling her heavy belly, feeling the slight movements of their son.

Years later, when their son had grown into a teen, Oliver had been picking up his son from school.

He hadn't expected to pull into the car pack to find his son talking to a girl.

When their son had brought the girl home, he had introduced her standing behind her, chin resting on her head and his hands tucked into the front pockets of her jeans.

Felicity and Oliver had looked at each other, both noticing the intimate act.

It was then they both began to notice how much their son had picked up on their habits as a couple.

And they weren't surprised, years later, when their son married his teenage love, that they danced Oliver and Felicity's dance.