Complete fluff. Established relationship.
The lights of her room were dimmed, the sound of the rain outside echoing softly around them. It was one of those evenings where she just wanted to cuddle in bed, and maybe watch something on her laptop with him. She'd changed out of her work clothes, opting for just a tee-shirt and a pair of underwear. The heating was on, and she was perfectly comfortable.
Oliver was lying next to her, head propped up on his hand, watching her contentedly as he pushed her shirt up and trailed his hand over stomach. He'd changed into a pair of sweats and a shirt from the collection he now kept at Felicity's apartment, and they had both sort of just collapsed into her bed with a sigh.
Felicity loved it - that feeling that came at the end of a long day, where neither of them needed to say a word, they'd just quietly change and lie down and let the calm catch up with them.
Thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance.
"So, how was your day?" Oliver asked, voice low, tracing lazy circles over her skin.
Felicity laughed. "It was okay. My boss was kind of a hardass, but that's nothing out of the ordinary."
Her little quip got her a small smile, and Oliver's fingers trailed down over her sides. Felicity hummed in satisfaction.
"You gave Digg the night off?" she asked softly. Oliver nodded.
"He's going out with Lyla. She's in town for a few days…"
Felicity nodded, stretching her arms above her head as Oliver's hands moved higher, brushing the underside of her breasts. They were warm and calloused, but they always seemed gentle on her. She focused on the feeling of his trailing fingertips, watching him. His eyes followed the path his hand took, up, down, to her sides, over her hips. There was no urgency to the motions, just relaxed ease. It wasn't meant to go anywhere; he just enjoyed touching her, and Felicity sighed.
She could hear his breathing begin to slow, and watched as his eyelids slowly began to droop.
"Hey," she said gently, and he looked up at her, expression lazy, content.
"Hmm?"
"Do you want to just go to sleep?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Oliver blinked slowly and smiled, opening his arms for her to snuggle into him, which she did, pulling the comforter up over them. She could feel the warmth of his body through his soft tee-shirt, and his arms wrapped around her, fingers tracing the same patterns as they had on her stomach over her back.
She could feel his heart beat beneath her hand, and it created a soft rhythm in time with the sound of the pouring rain. Felicity felt her own eyelids grow heavy as Oliver's hand slowed and then stopped, his breathing even.
Moments later, she was asleep.