Happy Birthday

by Bre (dust2dust34)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Arrow.
Rating: T
Author's Notes: I got a recent anon note that made me so happy, I wrote a drabble: You make me happy with your fics. Lots of chocolate, whipped cream and cupcakes...

Summary: Chocolate, whipped cream and cupcakes… (drabble response to anon love)


Oliver was exhausted. His eyes were scratchy, his head was throbbing; every muscle ached with the need to lay down and not move for at least seventeen hours. He just wanted to curl around Felicity, put his head on her chest and fall asleep with her.

If anyone would have asked 'Ollie Queen' ten years ago if he would be this big of a sap over a woman, he would have laughed. But then again, Ollie was a fucking idiot.

Oliver might have had some of that 'fucking idiot' lingering inside him for a while, but he'd finally learned from his mistakes - it had taken some time, but now he didn't take a single minute with her for granted.

Oliver unlocked the front door to Felicity's apartment. He'd moved in over a year ago, with the understanding that they would find a place all their own eventually, but it kept getting put off. Which was fine. He didn't need a place that was all their own - wherever she was, that was his home.

He stayed quiet, in case she was resting, since she'd gone home earlier that night not feeling well. All the better. It wasn't his favorite day of the year, and he'd spent a good deal of that disfavor beating the living crap out of every purse snatcher, gang member and overall creep he could find in the Glades until he'd dragged his ass back to the foundry, leaving himself just enough energy to change and get home to her.

He'd stopped for some chicken noodle soup, although he half-hoped she was asleep, so he could fall in next to her and they could put this day to rest for another year, and start tomorrow anew.

It took Oliver way too long to notice the soft glow coming from the bedroom as he toed off his shoes, dropping his keys in the basket. He picked up the mail, thumbing through it, about to call out her name when he finally noticed, and he paused, furrowing his brow.

"Felicity?"

Tossing the mail onto the couch, Oliver moved down the hall.

The first thing he saw was her bare feet… and then her bare legs… and then her bare everything.

Oliver gaped, suddenly not feeling a single inch of the discomfort he'd been so ready to sleep off a moment ago.

Felicity was laid out across a towel on their bed, surrounded by a soft sea of candles that flickered with the moving air as he slowly stepped in. She was leaning back on her elbows, her hair up in a high loopy bun, and she was naked.

Naked… except for the small mounds of whipped cream she had sprayed artfully to cover her sex and her pert breasts. She'd littered little chocolate chip pieces all over herself, some stuck in the whipped cream, some having fallen off her curvy slopes and others melting pieces stuck to her, leaving little spots of goodness smeared across her pale skin just aching to be licked off.

But the real prize was the large chocolate cupcake sitting on her stomach, a single lit candle stuck through the center.

She smiled. "Happy birthday, Oliver."

He didn't move. He couldn't do anything but stare at her, feeling a mixture of the wicked arousal that had had him hard the instant he saw her luscious legs, as well as amazement that not only had she remembered - which of course she did, it was Felicity - but that she'd purposefully not made it into a big deal, knowing how he felt about it.

Instead, she'd left it for just them.

That amazement paved the way for the blinding love that warmed his chest as she said, "I know today isn't your favorite day, but I wanted to celebrate it. And the only way I could think of celebrating without you getting growly was with nakedness." She made a face. "Obviously. Since I'm naked."

An involuntary grin covered his face as she took a careful, even breath, the cupcake on her stomach wavering, before giving him a saucy look.

"Plus, everybody loves birthday cake. You can't tell me you don't love birthday cake."

Oliver let out a breathy chuckle, dropping the forgotten soup.

"True," he said, taking his jacket off slowly, savoring the way she bit her lip, looking up at him from the bed where she'd painstakingly arranged herself for him.

"So you like?" she asked.

His eyes roved all over her, his lips tingling with anticipation.

"Oh, I like, I definitely like," he murmured, and she started to giggle before the cupcake on her stomach almost pitched over and she froze.

But Oliver was already there, steadying it, his finger smearing melted chocolate across her trembling skin.

For the first time in years, Oliver made a birthday wish - visions of their future together, of Felicity wearing his ring, her body swollen with his child, their children playing, of being happy, healthy and content; having everything he thought he'd signed away when he'd taken on the Arrow mantle until the source of all the light in his world steamrolled her way into his life, turning it upside down…

He wanted it all.

With her.

Oliver wished for it, and then he blew out the candle with a happy smile, setting it aside to thoroughly enjoy his cake.

The End


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