Title: Early In The Morning

Rating: T

A/N: This is probably about as spicy as these ficlets ever get. I mostly did this to see if I could write spice for this pairing and the answer to that is yeah kinda? But it feels weird, so we're just gonna stick to more cute and fluffy shit. This one is also very very fluffy though. Anyway, here's something from the morning after they first sleep together.

Felicity wakes up slowly—feeling more well rested than she has in years. She can feel herself blush as she remembers the events of last night that led to her being so exhausted in the first place to have slept so well. Events that she would very much like to repeat—except a certain someone is conspicuously absent from the bed—having left only warm sheets behind.

She rolls over and stretches before swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She grabs a gray t-shirt off the floor and slips it over her head. It comes down to her knees when she stands up.

She's lured into the kitchen by the smell of bacon frying and fresh coffee brewing and finds Ray standing over the stove cooking breakfast. Smiling to herself, she creeps up behind him—wrapping her arms around him and burying her face between his shoulder blades.

His hand comes up to grab hers and kiss it. "Morning," he says.

She kisses his back and mumbles, "Morning," voice muffled.

"I uh, I forgot to ask if you keep kosher or not."

She snorts. "Give me all the bacon, please and thank you."

He turns around to face her—hands snaking around her waist to pull her close. "Sleep okay?"

She nods and buries her face in his chest—being in his arms is enough to almost lull her back to sleep.

"Are you falling asleep on me?" he teases.

"Maybe," she says coyly, before rolling up on her toes to kiss him. He leans down so she doesn't have to strain her neck but she stills mutters, "Why must you be so friggin' tall?"

He chuckles and hoists her up onto the counter. She squeaks at the sudden movement and clings to his neck. "Better?" he asks.

She nuzzles her nose into his neck. "Much better."

She realizes she's being extremely clingy right now but she can't find it in her to care. She doesn't think Ray minds either. She can't help it—she's never felt so cared for, so at peace before.

He kisses her temple and rubs her back soothingly. "So... I take it you're not regretting anything from last night?"

"Nope," she says, popping the P. While it's true she didn't intend to sleep with him that quickly—it was only their third date after all—she doesn't regret a single second of it.

She's not gonna lie to herself and say she doesn't still have feelings for Oliver—she does. But the more time she spends with Ray the weaker those feelings get. Oliver Queen is the last person she wants to be thinking about right now though.

She smiles against Ray's neck and then bites him—gently. His breath hitches. "Whoa, not so sleepy now, are we?"

She digs her teeth in harder and then soothes the sting with her tongue. "Not exactly."

His grip on her hips tightens as she trails kisses up his neck and along his jawline, ending with a kiss on his lips.

He kisses back immediately, one hand trailing up her thigh—under the hem of his shirt that she'd borrowed—and the other gripping the back of her neck. She moans softly as he starts trailing kisses down the length of her throat craning her neck to give him better access—and his hand is so close to where she needs it to be.

And then her stomach chooses to interrupt the moment by growling loudly.

Truthfully, she is pretty hungry, but she still whines when Ray pulls back—hand sliding down to her knee. "Breakfast first?"

She reluctantly agrees and hops down from the counter so he can finish cooking. As he cracks a couple eggs into a pan he leans down and whispers in her ear what he wants to do with her after breakfast.

After the last dish is put away he picks her up and carries her to the bedroom—and then makes good on that promise.