AN: With all the road trip fics going around (which is a thing of beauty BTW) I couldn’t help but wonder how they would handle returning after spending every day and night together for five months.
Just a little one-shot drabble, post 3x23.
“So, what do we do now?” Felicity voiced once they were alone.
The question was one Oliver struggled with from the moment
they crossed the Staring City line. ‘Welcome to Starling City’ the sign had
read but what it should have said was ‘the honeymoon’s over.’ At least that was
how Oliver felt.
He had spent five months sharing everything with Felicity.
From meals to unknown habits, to the bed they slept in at night it had all been
laid bare before each other. For better or worse they had been, figuratively,
stuck with one another during their extended road trip, and they wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Learning about the
other person had been their favorite past time, twenty questions being their
favorite car ride game. Those five months having marked a turning point in their relationship
more than any date or catastrophe in Starling ever could.
They weren’t running
for their lives or afraid the next stop could mean their deaths. They were
taking their time, enjoying waking up in each other’s arms and arguing about
which radio station was to be played. Staying in bed all morning, loving each other and learning each other had been some of Oliver’s best mornings.
They were bonded now.
And Oliver couldn’t imagine what he was supposed to do now they were back. Back to a reality which included vigilante heroes, bows
and arrows, and living with his sister.
Thea had been happy to see her brother, and Felicity, and
couldn’t wait to hear all about their trip – after they saved Diggle.
Once the mission had been completed with John home with
Lyla and baby Sara, safe and sound, Thea pulled out a bottle of wine and
demanded the couple sit and tell her all about their trip. She fully intended
to hear all about it after she changed from the night’s activity.
As soon as the couple sat at the kitchen table, to wait for
Thea, a silence fell over the room. Both Oliver and Felicity were tired – spent
from the unusually active day – and wanted nothing more than to sleep. Road
tripping was tiring but more the pleasurable, relaxing kind where both spent hours curled
within the haven of the other’s arms far from reality.
In this reality, away from the endless line of motels and
hotels, they had two separate beds in two separate locations.
They both knew Felicity should be heading back to her forgotten town home and he should spend the night
in his room of the loft. But now they were back and faced with the very real
question of where they would be spending the night.
To some the answer to this would seem easy enough – spend the
night together, just as they had been for the past five months. To them is was
more difficult. It wasn’t just about where they would spend the night, it was also how.
Their first night back seemed to set an unwritten, unspoken tone they
both felt. Where they spent that first night, be it together or apart, made a
“We never talked about this,” Felicity mumbled as she stared
down her untouched glass of wine. “All the things we talked about, and this
never came up.”
Oliver sat back in his chair, as a feeling of unnerving dread
began to crawl beneath his skin. It was silly they should be nervous about
this. It was a simple decision, they stay together – the address made no
But for some reason it did. Hotels and motels and sandy
beaches weren’t permanent, and this was. At least to him it was, and he was
sure if he learned anything about Felicity in the past five months, it was to
It also brought up in him a feeling of not wanting her to
go. He didn’t want to ever be away from her, which he knew was drastic
considering they both had to get up in the morning and go about their days as
She would probably want to go to Palmer Tech and see if there was
anything she could help with as Ray was still unaccounted for after five
months. He couldn’t exactly follow her around like a little lost puppy
all day, every day.
“I mean, you could just take me home,” Felicity interrupted
his thoughts, clearly mistaking his silence. “You probably want to catch up
with Thea some more, and we both know no one has been living in my apartment
for five months, so I should try to clear out some of those cob webs.”
Oliver nodded as his stomach began to twist at the thought of
being away from her for any real length of time. He didn’t even try to school his
“Seriously, Oliver,” Felicity’s voice, forceful as it was,
caused him to pause. “We need some separation. Some distance.”
Now he was confused. Her voice was strong, he heard her words, but he also heard her pleading for him to agree with her. To tell her that ‘yes’ this was what they should do, otherwise they were going to have to be surgically removed from one another.
“I mean, how are we expected to perform any basic, every day
task if we can’t even spend the night apart?”
While he was caught between
knowing if her questions was rhetorical or not she stood from her chair and
began to approach him.
He understood what she was doing, and inched his chair back so
she could straddle his hips. It was a move she perfected over their five months
together. Sitting on his lap seemed more preferable than any other chair or
surface – not that Oliver objected.
“When we were gone, it was as if we were in this bubble,” she
told him with a sated smile gracing her lips.
“But now we’re back.” He finished
Her slow nod was accompanied by a slight bite of her lip.
“So we’re not spending the night together?” He asked, still
unsure of what they were supposed to do, or why they were having a hard time
figuring it out.
Felicity let her forehead fall, just close enough that he
could meet her with his lips. A soft, tender kiss to her forehead brought a
smile back upon her face.
“Or,” she said in a shy tone.
Oliver’s own grin widened at her tone. “Or? I like or.”
“We could just stay here tonight,” she suggested, shrugging
her shoulders as she did. “I am really tired. You know, jet lag and what not.”
“We drove.” He supplied, but understood her meaning.
“We can figure out the separation anxiety from hell later,
right?” She chuckled and let her head fall to his chest, tucking herself
beneath his chin.
“Definitely,” he told her as he cradled her in his arms and
placed a soft kiss to the top of her head. “Later.”
Thank you for reading!