next oneshot :)
Dinner? You, Felicity Smoak are making dinner?
Copyright: Arrow is all CW
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Oliver opened the door into their apartment and stepped.
"Felicity?' Oliver called out.
'In the kitchen.' She said. Oliver took of his jacket and hung it up and walked to the kitchen. He stood against the door frame as he watched her.
'What are you doing?' He asked.
'Making dinner.'
'Dinner? You, Felicity Smoak are making dinner?' He asked while trying not to laugh.
'Yes and I'm making a cake as well. Why what is so funny about that?' She bite back. 'Besides baking is fun.'
'It's just, Felicity, your idea of a well cooked dinner is a frozen dinner.'
'Maybe, I'm trying to change it up.' She said in her angry tone.
'Why are you upset?' Oliver asked.
'Other than you being an ass about me making dinner? Hmm...let's see, oh yeah that's the reason.' She said and started to chop a carrot. Oliver came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.
'I'm sorry it's just that you never cook.'
'Oliver, I swear to god.'
'That came out wrong-'
'I am angry and I have a knife.' She said and he back off and went into the living room. He started to pick up around the house when it started to smell really amazing from the kitchen. He looked at his watch and discovered it have almost thirty minutes. 'Maybe she cooled down by now' Oliver thought and headed towards the kitchen. He leaned against the kitchen door frame and watched her.
'Still mad at you.' She said.
'I am truly sorry Felicity. It actually smells great in here.' He said in a surprised tone. As soon as the words left his mouth he knew it was the wrong thing to say. He could tell the way her shoulders tensed he just made her pissed. She put down the flour and turned around to face him.
Oliver, CEO by day and Vigilante by night was scared of his pissed off girlfriend at the moment.
'It actually smells great?' She asked extremely anger. 'What did you think it would smell like!'
'I just..well I..' Oliver just stuttered out trying to find the right words. Felicity just looked at him and started to tap her foot
'Well, I'm waiting.' She just scoffed and turned back around, she noticed the tube of frosting she had off to the side and a light went off in her head. She turned around and sighed.
'I'm sorry, I guess i overreacted.' Oliver knew instantly not to say that she did. he just smiled and walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
'It;s alright. I shouldn't have been an ass.' Felicity smiled and tried to think of how to get him to turn his head. She looked over his shoulder curiously.
'What's that?' She asked. Oliver turned his head to look. Felicity turn and took some frosting and smeared it over his left cheek. He turned back to her with a flabergasted look on his face.
'Let this be a reminder never to tease me about dinner again.' She said. She had a hard time not to burst out laughing. She had to stand her ground.
'I cannot believe you just did that.' He said.
'Well I did.'
'It's on now.' He said and it took her by complete surprise when he moved his cheek from the bottom of her neck up to her cheek.
'Wait Oliver no-' She was cut short when Oliver wiped his cheek on her. She pushed him back and grabbed some flour and tried to through it at him. But with Oliver and his quick reflexes caught her hand and spun her around so her back was to his chest and her arms where crossed in front of her chest. At some point Felicity had released her hand and gotten flour all over her shirt.
'My word Ms. Smoak. You've gotten flour all over your shirt. We should take it off and put it in the laundry.' He said. Before he could respond he grabbed the hem of her shirt with his hands and lifted it up. The shirt hit the ground and Oliver crushed his lips to her. He back her up until her back hit the kitchen door frame.
'You were right. Baking is fun.' He said and she laughed and kissed him again.
So? Thoughts?