So wedding or not right now it looks as though our precious cupcakes are going to ride off into the sunset together. In a porsche no less. So here’s some advice:
Whatever you do don’t think about them spending days in cute little B&Bs eating their way through ice cream while they lie naked in bed because it’s summer and the sun is too hot outside to do anything else. Don’t. just don’t think about Oliver kissing her everywhere whenever he wants to. Running his fingers through her hair kissing her shoulders kissing her all over her face because he can now. And he’s wanted to for so long and he could barely believe he can now and he would never let a single opportunity to kiss her pass him by. Don’t think about Felicity cuddling into Oliver, holding him to her every moment she gets. fuck the heat outside. She didn’t care if her skin was burning with his heat. She wanted to burn. She’s been waiting so long to burn.
Don’t think about them spending day after day drinking wine and talking. Talking about the stupidest things. Don’t think about Felicity reciting the entire plot of Doctor Who. All 36 seasons. Don’t think about Oliver losing track of the plot halfway through the first Doctor but he’s going to listen anyway because he doesn’t have to stop her now, there weren’t any urgent matters that needed handling. They had all the time in the world and he could just watch her talk forever. Her hands flying everywhere and her eyes shining with such a beautiful light he was mesmerized. Don’t think about them walking down a wood hand in hand. They didnt know what Wood it was, they’ve lost track of what part of the world they were in now, they weren’t bothering to keep track anyway. It didn’t matter where they were going, as long as they were together.
Don’t think about them lying on a beach Felicity’s head resting on Oliver’s stomach. They aren’t speaking, she’s playing with his fingers where his hand lay on her stomach and he’s playing with her hair which fell over his side. They don’t need words. They never have.
Whatever you do don’t think about Oliver teaching Felicity how to shoot an arrow. Don’t think about him laughing as she drops the bow in frustration and picks up an arrow and pushes it through the mark herself. Don’t think about his fingers running over her hands and her waist a little more than necessary as he teaches her. Don’t think about them abandoning lessons and fucking against the trees. Several times.
Most of all just don’t think about them laughing, smiling, and happy and being themselves around each other. Don’t please don’t think about them finally not holding back, because they didnt have to. Don’t think about them being completely free.
Free to talk to each other, free to kiss each other, free to look at each other, free to touch each other, free to taste each other. Free to explore each other. Free to love each other.
Just don’t do it. Because your heart will swell to a million times its normal size, it will play the conga and the butterflies in your stomach will dance to it. You will not be able to stop smiling and your heart will ache for them. God I want this. I want this so badly I could weep for eternity.