Pancakes

Okay so I haven’t written anything fan fic related in years so bare with me. I was inspired by a comment SA made about omelettes/pancakes or something….

Felicity and Oliver were used to spending countless hours together. Whether it was at QC when Oliver was CEO and Felicity was his executive assistant (he has apologized hundreds of times for it already), or whether they were down in the foundry until the sun came up. For the past three years, they have spent an unimaginable time together. Despite that, there always seemed to be something to talk about. First girlfriends/boyfriends. Mortifying, yet hilarious drunken-adventure stories from college. Birthdays. Oliver Queen wanted to know everything there was to know about Felicity Smoak. And Felicity Smoak wanted to know everything there was to know about Oliver Queen.

6 weeks. They were six weeks into their road trip when they had their first argument about Ray.

“Felicity, how could you not have told me?,”
“Oliver, I think you’re making a big deal out of this, it’s nothing,” Felicity said reassuringly. She crossed the room to where her beloved stood and gently stroked his cheek. “Look, it’s all in the past now. I love you, and that’s that,” she said as she planted a soft kiss near his lips.
Oliver was being ridiculous, he knew he was but he couldn’t help it. Sure, he liked (more like tolerated) Palmer, but he couldn’t help but get a little hot headed when even his name was mentioned.
“You told me that he told me he loved you that day in the hospital and you couldn’t say it back.. But this… This is different,” Oliver said in a quiet voice.
“Oliver,” Felicity said in a stronger voice that she uses when her lovable, yet stubborn boyfriend needed some sense. “All I said was that he made me pancakes. Once. They weren’t even that good. You know I love your pancakes,” Felicity said with that smile that Oliver adores so much.
Oliver could not help but smile back, and made an overdramatic gasp, “You’re not just dating me for my pancakes, are you?” and planted a soft kiss on Felicity’s lips.
Felicity laughed, “You caught me,” and put her arms around his waist.
“I’m sorry. I overreacted. I just really like making you pancakes,” Oliver said as he put his chink on her head.
“Don’t apologize, Oliver. You may have overreacted.. just a teensy bit though,” Felicity replied teasingly.
They stood in their embrace for a few moments until Oliver spoke “My pancakes are better though, right? I mean between Palmer and I..”
Felicity laughed again. “Definitely”, she told him.
“Good,” Oliver said and planted another kiss on Felicity’s lips again.
“Oh please, there was no choice to make,” Felicity said with another one of her unfathomably beautiful smiles.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”