Summary: Anon prompt on tumblr: olicity prompt: one of them sleeptalks/walks!
A/N: I may have borrowed that turkey thing from HIMYM. Sorry not sorry? Thank you for your prompt, anon! :)
Felicity woke up and rubbed her eyes. The bedroom was still dark and the city's lights were casting shadows over the floors. She rolled her head gently from side to side, trying to figure out why she had even woken up when it clearly was still too early to even consider not sleeping.
"Honey, what are you doing in the kitchen?"
"Oliver?" She whispered quietly and tried to see him even though it was difficult in the darkness and especially without her glasses on.
"No, we talked about this. I love you, I really do, but there is a line." Oliver continued mumbling.
"Oliver, what…?"
"Please don't put a smaller turkey inside that turkey, Felicity. That doesn't look edible."
"Oh my god. Oliver, wake up!" Felicity whispered louder, trying not to burst laughing out loud.
"Felicity? Why are you awake?" Oliver said, his eyes half open and voice still scratchy after sleeping.
"Because apparently you sleep talk."
"I… I had a weird dream."
"I bet. We did decide that it would be for the best if I left the cooking and baking for you because those two things clearly aren't a part of my large skill set. So, don't worry about me putting a turkey inside another turkey." Felicity grinned and leaned down two peck Oliver on his lips.
She snuggled closer to him whispering a "goodnight" with a smile still on her lips.
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