A/N: Short drabble set prior to 4x01. Enjoy!

It took about three months for Felicity to discover that Oliver excelled at taking naps. It was after they'd settled in a small coastal town, in a house in the hills that overlooked the Pacific and they weren't driving from one new adventure to the next. This next journey required them to stay put, grow some tentative roots, do things like learn how to grocery shop together, and figure out that Felicity couldn't cook.

They had no timeline, no schedule, they could stay up late, or wake up early, no commitments, no responsibilities except to each other. Felicity used her time catching up on novels she'd had no chance to read over the past few years, Oliver used his catching up on sleep.

It was rare for him to sleep longer than four or five hours at once. She often woke up in the morning to find him already back from a run or preparing breakfast in the kitchen. But gradually five hours turned to six and then seven.

The first time she woke to Oliver still asleep with the morning light streaming in she laid there and just watched him, heart swelling because the knowledge that this man could finally have peace was something she needed to study, to memorize, to keep with her, especially on the nights where there was no sleep thanks to nightmares that still plagued both of them from time to time.

They were on their second full week in their new place when she'd looked up from her book to see him on the couch across from her, head tipped back, remote loose in his hand. Not even the blare of the buzzer on the t.v made him twitch and she curled in her chair with a smile, book long forgotten in her lap as she watched.

After that she learned that Oliver had the irritating habit of being able to fall asleep almost anywhere and in an instant. Felicity had never been that lucky, always needing a very precise environment before napping could even be attempted, and even then some stray thought would usually grab her attention and ruin any chance of sleep.

But Oliver only seemed to need to shut his eyes and he was out. Sitting upright on the couch, laying out on the beach, in the car when she drove them into town. Once he even dozed off while sitting propped on the front steps of their place leaning against the porch railing.

She'd ordered the hammock as a surprise, setting it up on the porch with bright blue pillows and a lightweight blanket. He hadn't commented on it when he saw it for the first time. She'd never mentioned his new habit of napping, or how many times she'd caught him asleep. As far as she was concerned if there was ever a man in the world who deserved all the naps he wanted it was Oliver.

Later that afternoon he silently tugged her out of her chair and onto the porch, the sound of the screen door slapping shut behind them. He climbed onto the new hammock carefully and then with a soft thankful smile pulled her to lay next to him.

As it turned out Felicity could nap. She just needed a very precise environment that included the sound of the surf hitting the rocks, the cool ocean breeze, and Oliver's arms wrapped tight around her.