At first this was just going to be a fun and fluffy drabble with no plot. Then I decided that a little bit of drama could be good. Don't worry, there is still a happy ending.

This is set in the future, once Olicity is back together again.

10-Cooking lessons

"Teach me how to cook." She had said one morning, while they were enjoying their post-coital bliss. That was the great thing about saturdays, they could spend as much time as they wanted in bed. Which was great for Oliver's goal to make up for that "broken up" period. Since they had gotten back together they hadn't spent a night separated.

"Why?" asked Oliver, lifting his head to look at her better. Felicity just shrugged.

"Well... I have to eat. Actually, everybody needs to eat. And it would be nice to know how to actually cook, not just how to preheat the oven."

So that's how Oliver found himself in the kitchen, listing the list of ingredients to Felicity, instead of lingering in bed, maybe going for round two of their love making session of that morning.

"You can start now whisking the flour, baking soda and cinnamon together" Oliver instructed. He looked as Felicity did as told, she was frowning, a sign of her deep concentration. "I will mix the eggs and sugar..."

"No! I have to do it." she exclaimed. "I mean... I have to learn."

"Ok..." Oliver looked at her, slightly shocked by her reaction. They were just baking muffins. It wasn't a complicated recipe, he had chosen something easy so Felicity could start feeling confident in the kitchen, but she was acting as if her life depended on learning how to do it.

Oliver stepped back from the kitchen counter, leaving Felicity to do all the work and just giving instructions or pieces of advice when needed. She put the muffin pan in the oven and set the timer for 15 minutes.

"Now we wait." She said with pride. "I think this may be the first time that I bake something that will taste good."

Oliver simply smiled and signaled for her to sit next to him on the sofa. She obliged, snuggling next to him.

"Now," Oliver started talking when he felt Felicity relaxing against him. "Are you going to explain me what's wrong?

"Nothing is wrong. Everything is quite perfect right now." She commented, playing with the buttons of his shirt.

"Then why were you so determined to do all the work with the muffins?"

"I told you. I need to learn."

"And I'm happy to teach you. But you were acting weird. And you never showed any interest to really learn how to cook before. So tell me, what is going on?"

Felicity sighed, disentangling herself from Oliver to look at him face to face. "During the year that we weren't together I missed you." she started explained. "And I missed you too..."

"Let me finish, Oliver. I missed you, a lot. And one of the things I missed the most was you in the kitchen. And your food. And how you prepared those dinners for the two of us." She took a deep breath before continuing. "So any time that I tried to cook anything, I failed miserably, and that made me think of you... and I felt even worse. Don't get me wrong. It wasn't only for the food, I missed all of you, but that was like an almost constant reminder of you in this loft."

"Alright, I get it. But Felicity, we are together now. You don't need to worry abou that anymore..." His next thought made him pause and looked at her cautiously. "Unless you think we won't be together in the near future."

She didn't say anything. She didn't even dare to look at fim.

"Fe-li-ci-ty. You think we are going to break up again?" Just saying those words out loud brought a pain in Oliver's chest.

"I fear it." She finally answered. "I want us to be together and I want our relationship to work. But what if something happens? What if there are more secrets and lies? Or what if it's me the one that does something wrong that makes you hate me? I can not do it all over again, Oliver. I can not live missing you all the time. I need to learn how to do things on my own."

"Felicity, listen to me." He grabbed both her hands, bringing them to his chest. "There is nothing that you could do that would make me hate you. I love you and I trust you with my life. And I promise that I would never, ever, lie to you again." He looked down to their joined hands. "I'm sorry for all the pain that I have caused you. I'm sorry for the secrets and the lies. From now on I will share everything with you. You have given me a second chance and I don't want to waste it, because I can not go through all that pain all over again either."

"You and me against the world?" Her lips showed a small smile.

"You and me against the world." He repeated before leaning over her and kissing her lips. "Better now?"

"Yes, much better."

Right in that moment the timer rang, letting them know that the muffins were done. Felicity took the muffin pan out of the oven, delighted to see the browny-golden colour of her baked goods.

"You are a very good student." Oliver teased her.

"Only because I have a wonderful teacher. It's a pity we won't be having more cooking lessons."

"What? Why?" said Oliver, frowning. Angst feelings aside, he thought it had been a good experience.

"Because I won't need them." She came closer to him, their chests touching. "You are the one who is going to do all the cooking for the rest of our lives."