Densi-shipper said: Oliver buys Felicity her first "green" thing or arrow sentiment. (Doesn't have to be expensive) love your shipssss.
I'm not sure if this is exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
A/N edit: There was some question on my part about how old Felicity is since it's never mentioned in the show. Some of my lovely readers told me that the Arrow Wiki page has her birth year listed as 1988, making this her 26th birthday for the purposes of this story. I stand corrected. Thanks guys!
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Felicity hadn't been expecting company when Oliver showed up at her apartment in the middle of the afternoon on her 26th birthday.
She opened the door and felt her mouth go dry at the sight of him standing there in a fitted gray sweater, snug dark-wash jeans and still-damp hair. She was so distracted that she almost didn't notice him holding a bottle of '98 vintage Bordeaux tied with a ribbon and a large, green balloon.
"Happy birthday, Felicity," he said, holding the offering out to her.
Felicity cocked one eyebrow and a slow grin spread across her face. "Wow, Oliver. Thank you." She took the bottle from him and looked it over, turning it around in her hand and studying the label. "This is definitely going in my 'special occasion' stash."
Oliver stepped around her into the kitchen, grabbed two wine glasses from the cabinet and set them down on the counter before turning back to Felicity. His eyes cut over her, and he couldn't help it when his mouth pulled into a full-on smile. She was dressed in maroon skinny jeans and a simple white V-neck tee shirt; her hair was piled into a high, curly bun on top her head, and she'd taken the balloon from the wine bottle and tied it around her wrist. She looked young and happy, and Oliver decided that Saturday afternoons suited her.
"Felicity, this is a special occasion," he said, plucking the bottle from her hand and setting it on the counter next to the glasses. He pulled open a drawer and began rummaging around for a bottle opener.
"Today's just my birthday. A special occasion would be you regaining control of the company or baby Diggle's birth," she said, biting her lip nervously. She wanted to stop him from opening the bottle, but he'd already begun to push the opener down into the cork.
Oliver pulled the cork from the bottle with a satisfying pop, and looked up at her, his expression full of affection. "Today's isn't justanything." He poured the wine and handed her a glass. "It's your birthday, and I want to drink this wine. With you. Today."
"Well then," She said, nudging him playfully with her elbow. "Who am I to deny Oliver Queen on my birthday?"
"Exactly." He held his glass out and clinked it against hers. "To you."
They both took a sip at the same time, and Felicity hummed in approval as the smooth, red liquid filled her mouth. "This is literally one of the best things I've ever had in my mouth," she said, tilting her head back dramatically. "I mean, I've had some really good things in my mouth, but this is just.. Wow."
Oliver clamped his lips together, trying to stifle a chuckle at Felicity's unintentional innuendo. She stopped taking abruptly and she shut her eyes tight, certain that her face was as red as the wine in her glass.
"Come on," Oliver said, grabbing Felicity by the wrist — her balloon bouncing in the air between them — and leading them out to her balcony.
"You know," she said, settling into a lounge chair, opposite the one Oliver had claimed ,and taking another slow sip from her glass. "You've officially set my birthday gift expectations impossibly high. I'm not sure how anyone will ever top this."
Oliver leaned forward and poked at the green balloon, causing it to bounce lightly off of her forehead. He laughed as she tried, and failed, to look unamused. "I'm sure I'll think of something."
