AN: Just a little future wedding drabble.
“I’m late, I’m late, I’m late,” he muttered frantically as he ran down the hallway unbuttoning his shirt as he went. .He felt like that rabbit from that movie he had watched with Sara. What was it? Alice In Wonderland. He had always been late too. Hopefully Felicity wasn’t in the mood to play the Queen of Hearts today and decided to ‘go off with his head’.
He laughed a little. It was kinda ironic actually. Felicity was going from Smoak to Queen today. Then it hit him again. How could he be late for his own wedding? He WANTED to marry this woman for goodness sakes and here he was. Late. As usual. “She’s going to kill me.”
He ran around the corner, and there she stood, wrapped in a white robe and more beautiful than he’d ever seen her, even with her arms crossed and her brow furrowed. “I know, I’m sorry,” he explained.
“For what?” She asked while uncrossing her arms. He froze.
“For being late.” He said in explanation. Suddenly he was graced with a beaming smile and his arms were filled by the petite blonde. She placed a kiss on his lips that made him want to drag her into a empty room.
She pulled back, her arms still wrapped around his neck. “You’re not late Mr. Queen, you’re right on time.” She smirked at the confusion clouding his features. “I told you to be here two hours before you were supposed to be so you would be on time.” She explained.
He chuckled and shook his head. “You woman never cease to amaze me.”
“That’s why you’re marrying me.” She said as she started to back away from him.
“Oh no, I’m marrying you for a lot more than that.” He started to reach for her again but she stepped out of his grasp.
“Uh-uh,” she waggled her finger at him. “I have to get ready.”
She started to slip into her room when he called her name.
“Felicity?” She turned to him, her curly blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. “I love you.” She smiled.
“I love you too.”
She crooked her finger to him and he hurried to her. She kissed him like it was the start of their honeymoon and the only thing that made him stop was Digg clearing his throat behind him.
“No time for that man.” Digg said with a knowing look. Felicity blushed and closed the door to put her dress on.“Time to get dressed.”
He and Digg started to walk into his room across the hall. “ Why? I’m early.”
Digg handed him a garment bag, only one word leaving his lips in answer. “Pictures.”
He winced. Oh.
Two hours and a ton of pictures later, he and Felicity said their vows. She was finally his and he was finally hers. But if he wanted to get really serious about it, he was hers from the day she turned around, chewing on a red pen.