Pillow Fights and Sunlight
Felicity used to be a heavy sleeper, in fact she used to be able to sleep through minor earthquakes. But now after being part of Team Arrow and knowing the goings on of the city she broke her old habits and could be woken by the drop of a pin.
Or someone accidentally stepping on a creaking floorboard down stairs that they didn't know existed.
She shot up immediately and grappled for the Aluminium baseball bat she kept under her bed and reached for her phone, ready to call for help just in case. She slipped her phone into her waistband and silently moved for the door and down the stairs. She took deep breaths like Digg had instructed her to do in situations like these and crept down the stairs until she saw a figure moving, she was about to charge forward when she recognised who it was.
"Oliver." She shouted loudly causing him jump and turn around as she flicked on the light, "What the hell areyou doing here?!" She continued loudly, "I was about to bash your head in with a baseball bat!" She said dropping it and picking up a cushion from her sofa and launching it at his head, "You scared the living crap out of me!"
"You're not wearing any Pyjama bottoms." He managed to get out looking at her as she stood there in a Tshirt and her underwear, ducking as the pillow narrowly missed his face, a face that showed his shock and embarrassment at being caught.
"Well I wasn't exactly expecting company was I?!" She shouted back fuming, "And don't dodge the question!" She continued crossing her arms angrily,
"I was worried about you!" he replied loudly back, "You know after the whole kidnapping thing earlier!"
"Yes but I saved myself!" She shouted back exasperated as he removed his hood and mask, "And don't raise your voice at me sunshine! You're the one who's been creeping on me!"
"I wasn't creeping on you!" He replied outraged, "I was just simply checking up on you!"
"Oliver!" She sighed angrily, "You saw me three hours ago! Don't you ever sleep?!" She asked shaking her head,
"Well I don't have a bed." He got out as she rolled her eyes,
"What happened to 'Oh don't worry the floor's fine!'" She mimicked,
"Well I got used to a bed again didn't I?" He replied with a small smirk earning him a direct hit in the face from another pillow,
"Argh. You're impossible." She said frustrated looking at him, "Stay here." She ordered pointing a finger at him, he nodded as she disappeared back upstairs, "Bloody Oliver Queen." She muttered under her breath, "Waking me up on the one day I don't have to be up early. 'I'm Oliver Queen, I never sleep because sleep is for the weak.'" She continued to grumble, "Dumbass." She concluded as she marched into her linen closet and grabbed spare bedding before marching back downstairs where Oliver was awkwardly standing, looking like a boy who had been sent to the principal's office.
"Felicity-" He started but she cut him off by throwing the pillows off her sofa, most of them towards his face, she then proceeded to move the coffee table out of the way and pull her sofa out until it was a sofa bed, she threw some pillows and a duvet on it with such anger Oliver couldn't help but try not to smile because only Felicity could look this pissed off whilst doing something nice.
"Goodnight Oliver." She said sharply as she marched back upstairs.
Oliver heard her door close above him and continued to awkwardly stand in the middle off her living room until he heard her shout down to him,
"I swear to God Oliver, if I don't hear you get into bed within the next 30 seconds I will come down there and stab you with your own Arrows."
"Obviously not a morning person then." Oliver said to himself,
"I heard that!" She shouted back,
"Jesus Christ do you have the hearing of a Hawk?"
"Thin walls and a bad attitude currently aimed at you. Goodnight!" She shot back causing Oliver to smile.
He sighed debating what to do until eventually giving in to the comfy looking bed, considering he hadn't slept properly in 9 days he decided it was the only logical thing to do. He laid down his bow and arrows before stripping down to his boxers and crawled into the bed. He stared up at the ceiling, willing himself to go to sleep because quite honestly he was exhausted, he rolled over onto his side and caught sight of a framed picture of Felicity and a girl he hadn't seen before. He stared at it for a moment, taking in her face midlaugh, the way her hair was plaited down one side and she was wearing a top he hadn't seen before. He noticed that her nose scrunched up when she laughed and her eyes shone even more and he realised that that was the image he now would always want to go to sleep with, one of her being happy and care free, because he felt like it summed up the woman he was in love with best.
When he eventually woke up 6 hours later, 3 more hours than he usually slept most nights; he was awoken by the smell of Coffee and the sound of the radio. He groggily lifted his head and saw Felicity subtly dancing in the kitchen and mouthing along to the words of the song, the sunlight causing dust particles to dance alongside her, although who was giving off more light, her or the sun he couldn't tell. He let out a small laugh at the sight as she spun around and noticed him staring,
"Well good morning." She said putting a hand on her hip as she held a kitchen utensil of some sort in her hand, "Sleep well?"
"Yes thank you." He said politely standing up and stretching as she adverted her eyes, he heard her mutter something and caught the words 'Freaking Abs.' and 'So unfair.' He felt himself blush for some reason as he reached for his t-shirt and put it on, "I've noticed your sudden appearance of shorts." He said with a small smile as he walked into the kitchen,
"Well yes." She replied as she flipped what he now realised to be pancakes, "Because I was expecting company." She said pointedly raising her eyebrows as she subconsciously ran a hand over her Yoga shorts.
"About that-"
"About you breaking into my house and snooping around?" Felicity asked putting a pancake on a plate and shoving it rather aggressively in his direction, along with several topping choices, only she could make Pancakes in such a passive aggressive way.
"I'm sorry." He said sincerely, "I truly am I just… it scares me when stuff happens to you like last night. It's mainly for my own peace of mind. I'm not trying to creep on you as you so kindly put it last night."
"Do you check in on Digg like that as well?" Felicity asked pouring more batter into her pan,
"Well No." He said pursing his lips,
"Oliver," She said turning around to face him and tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, "I'm not some precious dandelion who'll get shattered if something bad happens. I survived 24 years before I met you, I can deal."
"I know you can." Oliver said breaking eye contact and suddenly finding the topping options very interesting, "I can't."
He heard her breath catch slightly because in his own special way Oliver had just admitted something to her he hadn't even admitted out loud yet, and he knew she understood.
"Well," She said very quietly, "Now you know how I feel every time you put on that Hood huh?" She said quietly flipping her Pancake, "I mean as much fun as it is stitching up your perfectly formed physique it still scares me." She says putting her own Pancake on a plate and turning around to sit down,
"I didn't realise that."
"Yeah well I'm not the best with you know actual feeling feelings." She starts, "I mean every time I tell someone something important they run away and not that you know you would run away but I just… it's more I know I shouldn't worry about you but I do and I don't want to lose you, you know? Because sure I was mad about you sneaking around and keeping me safe and what not but I would be way more angry at you if you were to die or something. So you know, please don't." She finished with a big intake of air,
"I'll try my hardest from now on" He replied with a smile,
"That would be much appreciated." She says taking the Nutella from his grip, "So why don't you like sleeping at Foundry anymore? You know apart from the whole bed issue." She asked taking a sip of her coffee,
He paused, debating how much to tell her, "It's lonely. I mean I know I would ultimately live alone no matter where I go but when you leave it gets too… quiet. Too alone. When you leave it gets darker." He finishes, blushing slightly at what he just admitted.
Felicity felt her heart speed up a little at what he had just admitted to her, in a weird way she felt happy to know that she had a similar effect on him as he had on her but on the other hand she felt saddened that she had caused him such pain. She got up without saying anything and rummaged through her drawers until she found what she was looking for. She walked back over and placed it on the table before sliding it over to him, "This is my spare key, it is now your key. If you ever, and I mean ever need to get out of the foundry you come here okay?" She asks, although he can tell by her voice she isn't really asking, more demanding and he can't thank her enough because she's going out of her way but he loves her for it.
"Thank you." He says with a smile because he knows arguing with her about this is futile,
"Yeah well next time please just use the front door." She says with an airy laugh before sitting back down and finishing her food.
Of course she demands that he stays there for the next night, and of course she makes him Pancakes and Coffee each morning he stays there and he thinks, no he hopes, that at some point he gets used to this. He hopes he'll get used to seeing her every morning and realising how beautiful a different part of her is, he hopes he'll get used to it because it means that it'll have become part of his daily routine. He hopes that he'll get used to waking up to Felicity Smoak's voice, her smile, her house, because being around her still amazed him; and he knew deep down that she'd never stop amazing him as long as she lived.