"You look so perfect standing there
In my American Apparel underwear
And I know now, that I'm so down
Your lipstick stain is a work of art
I got your name tattooed in an arrow heart"
- She Looks So Perfect, 5 Seconds of Summer
Sometimes, Oliver couldn't believe how lucky he was.
In fact, if someone had told him a year ago this would be the direction his life would take, he would have laughed in their face.
But here he was, lounging comfortably against his bed-rest and watching as his beautiful girlfriend danced around the room.
Scratch that–he watched as his beautiful girlfriend danced around his bedroom in nothing but a bra and his green American Apparel underwear.
"You're staring again," Felicity spoke up, shooting him a somewhat self-conscious smile. "And not your brooding Arrow stare. I've actually gotten pretty used to that one. Still, don't you have work to do? Or, I don't know, bad guys to catch or something?"
Oliver smirked and settled father down against his plush pillow. "I gave myself the day off."
Felicity looked at him and raised one eyebrow hopefully. "Any chance you could give a certain blonde I.T. tech with a penchant for trouble the day off too?"
Oliver chucked amusedly. "Since when have you ever asked my permission for, well, anything?"
"You're right." Felicity grinned and flopped herself down next to Oliver. "I'm sure Diggle and Roy can hold down the fort for one day. Plus, they know never to touch my computers unless they're looking to never take out a bank account again."
Oliver's smirked deepened as he opened his arms out for Felicity to crawl in. "So," she asked, settling comfortably against his warm chest. "What should we do today?"
"Hmm," Oliver paused and pretended to mull the idea over in his head. "I was thinking we could go over to your place and pick up a couple things."
Felicity frowned and looked up at Oliver confusedly. "Pick up what? You live in a mansion–everything you need is literally twenty steps away. Except for maybe a bigger mansion, but I can assure you, I don't have one of those in my apartment."
"Felicity." Oliver interrupted. "Breathe." He waited for her to comply before continuing. "I may have been a little unclear–I don't want you to pick up just a few things, I want you to get all of it."
Felicity smiled brightly, the smile Oliver couldn't help but love. "Oliver, are you asking me to move in with you?"
Oliver smiled back and placed a tender kiss on her forehead. "Yes. But it's up to you; do you want to move in with me?"
"Of course." Felicity shrieked and tackled Oliver happily. Skillfully, he rolled over so she was underneath him, and placed a trail of kisses from her neck down.
"I thought you said you'd never move in with someone else again?" Felicity remarked in between breathless kisses. "What changed your mind?"
Oliver smirked and ran his hand along a piece of Felicity's hair that had fallen out of her ponytail. "Let's just say, you look really good in my clothes." He leaned down and placed another tender kiss on her lips. "I love you, Felicity."
Felicity smiled and brought her hand up to Oliver's cheek. "I love you, too."
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