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To Savor While You Taste

Hey peeps! Here’s my first submission for @thebookjumper‘s amazing Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-Thon! This is Prompt Number 3, Taste. Sorry it’s a day late, but @tdgal1 encouraged me to flesh this out, so a very big thanks and hug to her!

PS. I didn’t know who else to tag so I just stole your tag list @thebookjumper :D

Summary: 

Felicity returns from serving in the Army for 2 years with an honorable discharge. And she’s going to surprise her brooding husband who misses her like crazy.

Word Count: 2513

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The sudden turbulence awoke her with a jolt, pulling her out of the dream she’s had night after night the past week. She looks around the cold, crowded plane with tired eyes and looks down. The familiar camouflage she wears invades her sight, and she smiles to herself.

Stretching her arms above her head and rubbing her tired eyes, Felicity looks out the window, studying the clouds with an intent. She tries to squint as one passes by, trying to make a shape out of it.

It’s been a long time since she’s had quiet like this. When was the last time she could just consider the sky and just… stare?

She looks down at her right hand then, looking at the platinum band, with a simple diamond encased in the wiring designed to mimic a vine.

Excitement, along with a bone deep need bubbles in her veins at the thought of her husband.    

Memories flood her, and she’s lost to the ocean blue she hasn’t had the chance to look at in 2 years.




“Wow. How in the hell is that a dolphin Felicity?” Oliver wondered with a furrow to his eyebrows.

It was a bright day, the cool air breezing through them and the grass they laid on. The sunlight was a little too strong, so they stood next to the old tree off to the side, looking for some shade. Oliver was laying down on the crisp, green grass with Felicity curled up to his side. She traced meaningless patterns on his olive, T-shirt clad chest with one hand, and pointed up at the clouds suspended in the sky with the other.

“You can’t see it?” she asked in disbelief while turning her head up at him.

“Look!” she said. Oliver turned his head up to see the cloud she was pointing at. He studied the cloud for a moment, shifting his eyes to the jagged edges, and hole in the white that Felicity probably thought was the eyes.

He grinned widely, and looked back at her, only to find her staring back at the so-called dolphin, about to speak.

“There’s the fin!” she exclaimed.

“Although, I don’t know which one. What are they called anyways? The dorsal fin, and then the one on the back…are those things even fins? I’m pretty sure they help them swim…oh whatever. And there’s an eye! And the blowhole!” she elaborated.

Her fingers point to the hole Oliver looked at not just a second ago, and then to another all the way at the back of the fluff of white.

She turns back to Oliver, realizing he hasn’t said anything. When Felicity turns her head up, she finds him watching her intently.

His eyes rove over her features, a small smile on his lips. He starts at the top, taking in the small crinkle of her eyebrows, and a strand of her silky hair on the side of her face, and the glasses in between her hair and head.  

He moves his hand to tuck the hair behind her ear, and looks into her eyes.

Amazement fills his veins at the sight in front of him. She’s his.

At the same time, he feels fear weigh down on him, at the feeling of being incomplete.

His face weakens at the silent admission, and holds on to her a little tighter.

Because he won’t be able to do it later.

So, Oliver buries his face in her hair, smelling the strawberry and vanilla scent that’s he’s associated with her for so long.  

And, Felicity, she knows she has to give him this moment. To collect his thoughts.

They lay there in silence for a few moments, before Oliver picks his face up as he feels a warm hand slide up his jaw, and the familiar gesture of thumbing his stubbly cheek.

Their eyes meet, and she sees the anguish in his eyes, and the pain she’s causing. She’s about to say something when Oliver speaks up.

“Stop, Felicity. I know what you’re thinking.” he chided with a whisper. He starts move his hand reassuringly down her side, and to her hip, before starting again.

“It’s not your fault. I know why you have to do this. It’s what you’ve wanted for a long time. You’re going out there. Saving other people’s lives, protecting them. How could you blame yourself for doing what you want? I just…”

He looks down at the fingers dancing across his chest, and sees the shiny platinum on her ring finger. He picks the hand up and starts to kiss her fingers, one by one.

He shivers, and then continues with a broken voice.

“I just love you. So much. I need you in my life. You’re my other half. And just the thought of something happening to you out there, and I won’t know for sure…” he takes a small breath, unable to finish that sentence, as he feels his tears sliding down his cheeks.

“Hey,” she moves up and presses his forehead to hers. She grabs his face with both her hands and starts to wipe his tears with her thumbs.

“Nothing’s going to happen to me Oliver. I’m going to do what I’ve wanted to do for so long. You’re right about that. But I wouldn’t be doing if I didn’t know if I was coming back to you or not. And I will. I love you so much. And I’m going to fight to come back to you.” She resolves.

With a noise between a whimper and a sigh, he presses his lips to hers. He immediately slides his warm tongue across her lips, and she gladly grants invitation. Their tongues meld and dance around each other, and he holds on to her tight, scared she’ll disappear.

He savors her taste. Something sweet, with a hint of ground coffee, enveloping his senses. He etches it onto his lips. Memorizes it further. More than he already has.

Because after today, he won’t feel the sensation of being utterly whole.

For two years.

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anonymous asked:

Steve switching out Bucky's uniform for a size smaller. Bucky not understanding why almost all the girls are ogling his body. Bucky's muscles both above and below being very much defined. You biting your lips as Bucky does that think with the small smirk. Knowing that you won't get your patrol done on time if he keeps up his innocent teasing. Steve giving you a look that says "your welcome"

God yes now I’m thinking about cop!stucky x reader

Moaning Monday™

Relief (Harry Mini Oneshot)

Once again I wrote out of my own frustrations and figured there were those of you who could most likely relate and would also benefit from this. Some smut this time, enjoy!

It’s bad enough that your hormones are making you want sex in every conceivable form, but when Harry walks out of the bathroom in a pair of tight boxer briefs, the outline of his dick so clearly visible it makes your mouth water, you want to bash your head into the wall. More than that, you want to tear off those boxers and ride him until you’ve forgotten how to speak, but you don’t want to deal with the inevitable bloody mess afterwards.

Harry seems to be none the wiser to your struggle, humming some silly song to himself as he removes his rings and putters around the room before bed, and all the while you’re clutching the sheets to yourself as you ogle his bared body. He’s so hot, all long limbs and smooth, tattooed skin and lean muscle, you almost groan at the sight of him. He finally turns to climb in next to you, shooting you a private smile when he sees you staring, and for a moment you think of throwing caution to the wind and begging him to fuck you into next Tuesday. Truly, you know he most likely wouldn’t care, he’s let you drag him into the shower before without complaint, but you can’t bring yourself to ask him. And you already took a shower anyways, you don’t want another one, you just want to get dicked hard by Harry.

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