“Oliver, no,” she said, shoving his hand away from her stomach. Her tone was just shy of snapping at him, and it made him take a step back.
“Felicity?” he asked, blinking at her in confusion.
He just … he doesn’t understand. And she doesn’t know how to explain it to him. It made her wish Thea or Lyla or even Laurel was around, although both Thea and Laurel are rail-thin and their curves are muscles, not … flab.
But Oliver looked so surprised and suddenly unsure that she started to feel guilty. The reason he doesn’t understand is because she hasn’t explained it to him. And maybe … maybe she should.
“I … I’m feeling a little fat today,” she admitted, feeling her cheeks go red. “I mean, I don’t have arms like Laurel or can rock a crop top like Thea, and even Lyla looks amazing and she’s had a baby and everyone knows a woman’s body isn’t the same once she’s had a baby.” She paused, biting her lip, and decided she might as well tell him everything. Avoiding his eyes, she spoke softly. “And since my boyfriend looks like a Greek god or like that Da Vinci drawing, you know the one with the arms and legs outstretched—”
“Hey, hey,” he said, cupping her face in his hands. “Felicity.”
“I know I’m being silly,” she said, keeping her head down.
His thumbs stroked against her cheeks. “It’s not silly if it’s how you feel.”
That made her look up at him, her eyes wide. “Really?”
Oliver gave her a small smile and a shrug. “I spent years believing the voices in my head, despite what everyone else told me. So I know what it’s like, how hard it is to ignore the voices.”
Having him validate her feelings made her heart clench in her chest. Because she loved him so much and she just … she doesn’t want to lose him. Ever.
“How … how did you stop listening to them?” she asked softly.
“It was about how people acted. Like kissing me on the cheek,” he said, gazing into her eyes.
She feels a tiny smile on her lips at him bringing up that moment. When even though there was Ray and Ra’s al Ghul and Malcolm Merlyn standing between them, they couldn’t deny their connection.
“Was that enough?” she asked, searching his face.
“Then? Yeah. Now? No,” he said, a smirk appearing on his face. “How about I return the favor by showing you how I feel about your body?”
That made her straighten up. Because she knew what he was going to do. And he knew that she knew. But she also knew that if she told him no, he’d ask her what he could do. And he would do it, because it was her asking him.
But right now … she liked the idea of her boyfriend making her feel beautiful. So Felicity nodded slowly, and then, before she lost her nerve, stretched up on her tiptoes to kiss him.
After a few moments of kissing, as Felicity felt her skin grow warm and her mind going blissfully blank, Oliver stopped. “C’mere,” he said, pulling her over towards their bed. “Help me undress you.”
It’s such an odd request—neither him stripping her clothes off or him asking her to undress—but she thought she knew what he was doing. He was letting her keep some control. Making this not about simply showing her what she looked like through his eyes … but making her know how she could do this on her own in the future.
Felicity felt her heart skip a beat and oh, she loved him so much.
And as Oliver helped her take off her clothes, smiling at her as she did a little hip sway and kissing her neck as he undid her bra, Felicity started to feel it.
She felt beautiful.
But when he laid her out on their bed and proceeded to kiss her all over, she felt beautiful and loved. And that was even better than just feeling beautiful.
Lots of women were beautiful or hot or sexy. But she, Felicity Smoak? She had Oliver Queen. And that was worth all the beauty and sex appeal in the world.