Jeez, I don't know what's going on lately, but I've been on a serious Olicity drabble kick.
Set after they're together sometime in the future and Oliver comes home after a trip of some kind.
Felicity had wanted to meet him at the airport, but Oliver had absolved her of the obligation. Not that he didn't want to see her—he'd spent the whole of his brief trip missing her. But his flight landed at 2am and he knows how miserable she always is when she has to put in a full work day on too little sleep.
Still, he's surprised she doesn't show up anyway. He has never known Felicity to follow anything that sounds remotely like an order, but perhaps even she could admit sleep was the better option.
Oliver opens the door to find that she left the light in the foyer on for him. He flicks it off expecting to be plunged into total darkness but is surprised to see the slightest illumination coming from their bedroom. He picks up his suitcase, hauls it up the stairs and walks quietly into the room. He suspects he'll find Felicity waiting up for him, but finds her fast asleep instead.
She's lit by the bedside lamp and sitting propped up on pillows against the headboard. Her glasses are askew and her hands are still lightly wrapped around the tablet laying in her lap, like she fell asleep while reading. Oliver smiles, gently sets his bags down and then tiptoes across the room. He stands beside the bed a moment, enjoying how cute she looks slumped over from exhaustion, before he leans down to wake her up—though not by trying to take the tablet out of her hands.
He made that mistake once and she jolted awake so fast she almost gave both of them heart attacks. Even when unconscious Felicity is acutely aware of her tech. Rather, he takes her chin in his hand so he can turn her face and gently press his lips to hers. He hears her inhale deeply as she wakes up and then feels her hands come up and grab the material of his shirt.
"Mmm, that was a nice way to wake up," she says sleepily when he pulls away. "But I'm sorry I fell asleep. I wanted to stay awake until you got home," she adds with a pout.
"It's OK," he says softly, running a hand through her hair.
"I missed you," she sighs, repositioning herself in the bed to get more comfortable.
"I missed you too," he replies, plucks the glasses off her nose and then sets them on the bedside table.
"Come to bed," she mumbles, already falling asleep again.
"OK," he says, flicking off the light.