AN: When I was thinking about the next part of the Sleep Over universe I had one idea, about Felicity and Oliver being in an established relationship and how they would work together if Felicity’s father every did come back into the picture. How fortuitous that I had this prompt waiting in my inbox ;-) So thank you nonnie!
This is a slightly more angsty installment to the Sleep Over-verse
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Back in the Picture
It had been two blissful weeks since Felicity and Oliver
consummated their new relationship in every room of Felicity’s home. It had been
two weeks since Thea had barged in and formed demanded ‘shared custody’ of Felicity now that he was in a relationship with her.
It had been two weeks since they had the relationship talk,
which to their credit, was brief once they actually began talking. Their two
main focal points had been Oliver’s identity crisis and, in some ways, Felicity’s
abandonment concerns. After talking about them, though, neither played as large
a role as they had in the past, but were still relevant enough to put on the
table. Oliver felt better for it.
It had been ten days since he had called Felicity his
‘girlfriend’ in front of Diggle. Nine since Diggle threatened to disembowel
Oliver should he ever hurt Felicity.
It had been one week since Felicity caught Oliver picking the
lock to her apartment instead of knocking. His defense had been his want
to surprise her with dinner.
It had been six days since Felicity covertly placed a key to
her apartment on his key ring, giving him a subtle wink when he finally noticed
the new key two hours later.
It had been twenty four hours since Felicity excused herself
from the lair before sending Oliver a text message stating she was ‘tired’ and was
hoping for the night to herself to ‘relax.’
While he was unsettled by her rushed departure and short text message, he wanted to respect her need for space. After a quick phone call, she assured him she was fine. He offered his support, before she told him to finish suiting up.
He only asked Diggle every ten minutes if he had heard from Felicity,
which was better than how often he thought about her leaving him a message, which rounded out to an even two
Something had unsettled her and sent her seeking the refuge of
her quiet apartment, alone. She hadn’t said as much but he knew deep in his gut
that something was wrong.
He had been spending the majority of his nights, and days, with her making him a consistent fixture of her home. If he was going to be
leaving the lair after her, she would always tell him she would leave the light
on for him. She also almost always promised to have a very special surprise waiting
for him as well.
Thea joked that they were on their way to becoming an old
married couple quicker than either thought. They were already finishing each other’s sentences and practically living together.
He had wanted to push, wanted to go to her apartment and
check on her. He wanted to show her that he could be there for her when
something was bothering her. They were partners in every sense of the word.
But he waited.
He waited twenty three hours and ten minutes
for her to call, her voice laden with tears. She hadn’t even gotten the words
out before he was pulling on his jacket and moving out the door. He waited for
her to be ready, and now she was. Now she was ready to admit she needed him.
He stayed on the line with her the entire drive, switching the to bluetooth head set affixed in his helmet. Felicity’s words were mumbled together, her tears volleying
back and forth between quiet murmurs and heart aching crescendos. The cause of
her current state, still a mystery.
So when Oliver arrived at her door he still wasn’t sure what
he was walking into. Placing the curved, brass key in the lock, he wasted no
time before unlocking the door and stepping over the threshold. The feeling of
anxiety weighted heavily in his stomach, but it now was accompanied by relief.
She was right there, crumpled up tissues in one hand while the
other gripped the doorway to the kitchen. Felicity did not seem to have any
physical injuries and did not appear sick, aside from the red rims beneath her
eyes, and around her nose, while tear track marked her cheeks.
He had never seen her look so fragile before. So small.
When he pictured Felicity he saw a woman full of energy and
life and wisdom. Someone who had strength as tough as iron, unbreakable like a
diamond. Her goodness only emphasized by her fair and just nature.
He had seen Felicity cry before, waver in her strength, but
this was a complete absence from the woman who stood toe to toe with villains,
who hacked into numerous federal, state, and local databases, and who had
Starling (and Central) City’s multiple heroes wrapped around her little finger.
“Hey,” her voice broke on the singular word.
Taking two, large strides he found himself pulling her into
his arms and letting her collapse against his chest. Her delicate hands wrapped
around the lapels of his jacket, pulling him tight against her. It was as if
she were trying to crawl inside of him, get as close to him as possible before
she had to let him go.
“What happened?” Oliver murmured, his lips against her hair.
He felt her shake her head beneath his lips and his heart clenched.