Author's Note: Felicity is a little annoyed and impatient in this chapter, but she still obliges when Oliver requests to burn through season two. ;)

The room was dark and Felicity was sniggling beneath her blankets in bed. The night had gone well. Plenty of criminals were reminded that the Arrow was out there watching and she had ordered herself a new pair of earrings from an awesome Etsy shop. All was right with the world. She took off her glasses and placed them on the bedside table. She rested her head on her feather pillow and closed her eyes, the hum of her ceiling fan slowly lulling her to sleep.

She was beginning to see dream-like images when she heard her cell vibrating on the bedside table. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. She reached for her phone without looking, feeling the table until she touched it. She answered with a groggy "Hi."

"Hey Felicity!" It took her a moment to realize it was Oliver. "What are you up to?"

"Sleeping," she answered, closing her eyes, longing for sleep.

"Oh. Right," Oliver said, disappointment clear in his tone.

"Why, what's up?"

"Well, I was just wondering if we could watch some more Thrones."

She slapped her palm to her forehead, trying not to laugh. "Really, Oliver? You decided you were in the mood for more television at three in the morning after a long night of Arrow-rific crime-fighting?"

"Arrow-rific?"

"I'm half asleep," she said flatly. "Go with it."

"We can wait until tomorrow night if you want."

She let the idea of waiting until tomorrow linger in the waves of wifi and call connections, and she knew she didn't want to wait that long. She sat up slowly and sighed. "Come on over," she mumbled, rubbing at her eyes. "But don't be offended if I fall asleep."

"I won't. I promise."

It was half an hour before the familiar Knock Knock sounded at her door. She didn't hesitate to open the door. On the other side, she found Oliver in a battered hoodie and a pair of flannel plaid pajama bottoms. The sight made her grin.

"Decided to be extra comfortable tonight?" she asked, stepping aside so he could come in.

"Well, I figured I'd join you in pajama bliss."

"Okay then," she said, closing the door and locking each lock. "You understand we finished the first season last night, right?"

"What!?" The shock on his face made her chuckle. "You're telling me there were only ten episodes?"

She nodded as she plopped down on the sofa. "Yep. And the second season as the same amount."

"What kind of bullshit is that?" Oliver sat beside her and quickly got comfortable despite his annoyance with the news.

"Most shows on HBO only have ten episodes."

"Well, they need to learn how to have more episodes than that. Every other network has up to twenty-four episodes."

"Oliver," she said as she grabbed the remote from the coffee table. "Shut up and just watch the show."

They burned through the second season the same way they had the first. Oliver was animated with his viewing, yelling at the characters at every bad decision they made. Felicity began the marathon upright and alert, but soon began to slump. Before she knew it, Oliver was shaking her shoulders.

Her head was in his lap and one of his hands was brushing through her hair. It took a few moments for her to realize the show was over. "I knew I'd fall asleep."

"You were only asleep for the last two episodes," he explained, a grin spreading across his lips. "But that's okay. You've already seen it."

"True."

"I gotta say, I really liked that wildfire explosion."

"Because it was green?" Felicity asked as she sat up and stretched her arms above her head.

"Maybe..."