So after I’ve already published four fanfics that belong together I decided to finally put a name to the whole project.
Most of those fics will be made up about three parts - a introduction that leads to the story telling, the main part that will tell the story and a little ending that might give a hint on the next fanfiction if I have decided what it will be about already. Some fics - like this - will not be about someone telling a story to the little Queen Baby, but will none the less fit into the project.
My fics so far:
Pregnance test party
Snatching the baby, killing the mother, gaining the father’s love?
A vow each year
"A vow each year" will be about Oliver’s and Felicity’s first wedding anniversary and their first night without their four weeks old daughter. I tried a little smut, but I’m still new in the whole writing thing so no too high expectations.
He didn’t even make it through the door before his vision was blocked by a bulk of blond hair in his face. Not even a second later he felt her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Dropping his briefcase, he put his hands on her thighs that were only covered by a thin robe and held her close to him to make sure he wouldn’t drop her. Not that dropping her had ever been an option.
Oliver had had a stressful day at QC. He had spent too much hours in boring meetings and over complicated reports, trying not to think too much about the fact that when he’d come home, the first time in four weeks his daughter wouldn’t be there. He had barely been able to picture the time before Emmeline had been born and the only thing that had gotten him through the day was the promise of some sexy time with his beautiful, gorgeous, intelligent and really hot wife.
Now that he was holding Felicity in his arms, he almost felt the need to laugh about his lack of memory earlier the day. This - Felicity jumping in his arms before he made it through the door - was what evenings had been like before Emmeline was born and before Felicity’s belly had been to big for her to jump like this.
"Hey, baby" he whispered in her ears while Felicity was already peppering his neck with small kisses. He stept into the house, closing the door with a kick of his foot behind him. "Looks like you were waiting for me."
Felicity pulled back slightly so she could look at Oliver, but at the same time tightened her arms and legs around his.
"I was waiting" she answered then with a smile and let the fingers of her right hand slide along his stubbled jaw. "I came back from Thea half an hour ago, prepared everything for our night and since then have been impatiently waiting for you to come here so we could start."
"How did Emmeline take it?" he asked worried, rubbing his hand up and down Felicity’s thights. "Being apart from both of us? And the whole being fed with a bottle for the first time?"
"Well, thanks to the bottle you bought she took the thing pretty good" Felicity answered, smiling when she thought about the fact that her husband had done five full hours of research to find out which bottle was the best to use when the baby was still being breast-fed. He finally had found a bottle which needed the same technique of sucking like the breast - something like that. "And I called Thea two minutes ago because I couldn’t stand not knowing how Emmy was any longer and it turned out our daughter doesn’t even seem to miss us."
Oliver frowened, moving through the room and up the stairs.
"I will have a serious talk to Emmy as soon as she is back and reveal to her that it is her obligation to miss us."
"Yes, tell her that. I mean, we both know how relieved I was when she finally started sleeping in her crib, but that didn’t mean that I wanted her to not miss us. It hurts. That she doesn’t miss us as much as we miss her."
"Will it help if I tell you that I missed you?" Oliver asked, pressing his lips to her forehead, her right cheek, her left cheek and finally her nose. "A lot?"
"Maybe." She answered, running her hands through his short hair. "Let’s see if we can lighten the pain of our daughter’s abscence. I prepared something in the bathroom."
"That sounds promising" Oliver said and carried her to the bathroom where Felicity let go of him only to show him everything she set up in the bathroom.
She had prepared a bubble bath, electrical candles all over the room. On a small table right beside the bathtub she had put some grapes, two wine glasses and a bottle of grapejuice.
"I thought" she then said, cutting the knot of her rope and letting the thin fabric falling down to the floor "we should start with some relaxation."
Before Oliver got to take in the full sight of her naked body, the soft curves of her body and the play of light on her perfect skin, she had sunken down in the water, her body disappearing under the thick foam. She looked up at him with a requesting look in her face while she put her hair up in a messy bun.
"Will you be standing there all night or have you any intentions on joining me because…" she didn’t finish her sentence, instead just pulled up one leg slightly so her knee was over the surface, letting her fingers dance on the exposed skin.
It took Oliver several seconds because he could bring himself to move, but once he started he almost ripped off all his clothes, climbing in the hot water behind her soon after and pulling her back to his chest so her head rested on his shoulder and the lower part of her body was trapped between his legs.
Both of them sighted quietly. Since Emmeline was born they had barely had time to spent just to themselves. Of course being with their daughter was nice and they loved the family time they got to spent with each other, but they were still young human beings who happened to be madly in love with each other. Even a year of marriage didn’t change that.
"This is nice" Oliver sighted after a while, letting the fingers of his right hand run from her hip over the outside of her thigh down to her knee and back up, slightly stroking the inside of her thigh till he reached her hip and repeated the same motion over and over again.
"It will become even nicer" Felicity promised while playing with his left hand or rather with his wedding ring. She kept spunning it around his finger then took it off and run it over every finger of his left hand before sliding it back to his ring finger where she spun it again. When she made a move to take it off again Oliver closed his hand to a fist and leaned down his head so his lips were touching her ear.
"I don’t like to have my ring taken off" he whispered. "It feels wrong."
He let his left arm slide around her chest while his right hand kept moving over her thigh. Felicity put her hands on his forearm and pressed her forehead to his neck, enjoying the feeling of Oliver being so close.
"It was a great first year, wasn’t it?" she asked and closed her eyes. "I mean nobody close to us died or even got seriously injured. We got through with our first year of marriage without any major fights and we got Emmeline."
"Emmeline was my personal highlight this year."
"Yeah, mine, too."
They spent a few moments in silence. Oliver pressed some soft kisses to her temple that made Felicity sight.
"You know, I’ve been thinking about something" Oliver said after a while. "When I chose the promises for your wedding vow I had some trouble to reduce them to just five because there were so many things I wanted you to promise me. So I figures maybe we could make this a tradition. Making the other promise something."
"Hm…" Felicity hummed. "So a vow each year?"
"Yes. A lot can happen each year, things we probably never thought could happen. So how about to every wedding anniversary we add a promise. You tell me what you what me to promise and I tell you what I want you to promise."
"Sounds great. I’ll start. I want you to promise to do the salmon ladder at least once a week until you are seventy. I will go with sixty if you happen to lose an arm or something. Is it possible to do the salmon ladder with just one arm? Because if it is then you have to do it even with just one arm. Not that you should lose an arm, but-"
Oliver stopped her rambling, kissing a spot on her neck, he knew was very sensitive. He bit down lightly before kissing it again.
"I promise that I will do the salmon ladder at least once a week no matter how many arms I will have."
"Until you’re seventy?"
"I raise the stakes and say it until I’m eighty."
"Oh, I know why I married you, Mr. Queen."
"Well, you might regret it when you here what I want you to promise me."
"Then what is it?"
"I want you to promise me to not send me away when out next baby is on the way. I want to sit at your side while you are in labor the whole time and not run around in the city, worrying that something might go wrong and I’m not there to protect you."
For a long time nobody said anything, the only thing that’s being heard is the sound of the water that’s lightly sloshing.
"Who says that there will be another baby?" Felicity then asked.
Oliver grinned. He knew Felicity good enought to notice the undertone of her question. She didn’t really want to start a serious conversation, confessing to him that she wanted Emmeline to grow up as an only child.
"Well, I say so" Oliver therefore said, letting his right hand again travel up the inside of her thigh, but instead of moving it over her hip he let his fingers slide right between her thighs, slightly touching her clit before stroking her folds.
Felicity’s reaction was all he had hoped for. She moaned, arched her back and pressed her head to his shoulder. Her eyes were still closed and she bit down on her bottom lip like he loved it so much. When he started moving his fingers back and for between her folds she turned her head towards him, gripping his hair with one hand and pulled his lips closer so she could kiss him.
Their lips met softly in a light kiss, but Felicity soon felt Oliver’s tongue sliding over the line between her lips, begging for entrence she gladly gave him. As soon as her lips opened, his tongue slid in, his teeth nibbling at her bottom lip.
They stayed like that for a while before Oliver slightly pulled back and let his forehead rest against hers. His fingers kept stroking her sex.
"Tell me you want another baby."
"No" she whispered, but couldn’t help the smile that spread over her face. She had missed the whole teasing thing they used to do and they often did while or right before having sex.
Oliver let his fingers travels higher until they reached her clit where they started to drew little circles. Felicity moaned again, tightening the grip she had in his forarm that was still pressed on her stomach.
"Oliver" she breathed. Her hips started moving to increase the pressure of his fingers and to give her even more pleasure.
He loved the way she said his name when she was like this, when the pleasure was beginning to build deep inside of her. But he knew he needed to give her even more to make her so lost in it that she would basically promise him anything. So he moved his fingers to her entrance and kissed first the side of her neck, then her cheek. He bit down on her ear lobe, pulling it between his lips and letting his tongue play with the soft skin before moving his fingers slightly and asking: “May I?”
"Please", she answered and not even two seconds after the last sound had escaped her lips two of his fingers slid into her, making her back arch even more and letting her moand become louder.
Oliver moved his fingers gently, slowy pulling them in and out, stroking the wet inside while nibbling on her neck. He knew Felicity had been a little scared about the first sex after the birth, probably still was. She had somewhere heard that it might hurt and had been scared of it. Oliver hadn’t admit it, but he had been scared, too. He didn’t want to hurt her, especially not with having sex. The longer she was squirming in his arms the safer he felt that what he was doing was okay.
When she was starting to tighten around his fingers he pressed his thumb down on her clit. It was all that she needed to be pushed over the edge. She stoped breathing, opening her mouth in a silent cry when the pleasure washed all over her body that started to tremble fiercely.
He kept stroking her until she came down from her high. Shen then turned her head towards him again and nibbled along his stubbled jaw.
"I missed this" she whispered, opening her eyes and looked up at him.
Oliver responded with a smile and let his lips sink to hers for a moment before answering: “Yeah, me too.”
Felicity sat up fast, turned around and let herself be pulled into Olivers lap. She slid both arms around his neck and kissed ihm passionately, while slipping one hand down his chest and over his defined abs till her finger tips reached his alread hard cock.
He moand when she started to pump him. His head fell back, letting her free access to suck along the side of his neck while simultanously scratching over his stuble with her free hand.
"Felicity" he breathed, moving one hand up her spine and pulling her tie out of her hair. The blond curls fell down to her shoulders. "Please."
She got up on her knees, guiding his erection to her entrance and looked him deeply into the eyes, getting almost lost by the lust and desire she saw there. Felicity smiled, causing Oliver to put his hands to her hips.
"Gentle" she warned hastily.
Even if her first orgasm had come easily and without any pain she still feared that him inside of her could bring some pain.
Oliver nodded, pulling his face to him so he could kiss her slowly. The kiss was full of love and gentleness like he was trying to convince her that he was also going to make love to her in that slow, soft way.
Felicity sank down slowly. Oliver didn’t move, letting her adjust to the feeling of having him inside of her again for the first time in so long.
As soon as she started to move her hips slightly he started to, meeting her hips in light, soft movements that made both of them moan.
"Oliver" she whispered and laid her forehead against his, sliding her arms around his neck while barley moving her hip, making his hard erection move inside of her ever so slightly.
Still it was enough to make her pleasure increase. She had guessed that she wouldn’t last long. It had been too long ago that he had been inside of her the last time. When she felt the heat boil insider her stomach building and a prickle starting in her toes she let her fingers slide down Oliver’s back, scratching the skin to let him know that she was close.
"Felicity" he then breathed, letting her know that he was close, too.
He then tightened this grip on her hips, stilling her movements while pushing up just a little harder. The first stroke made her moan, the second earned him a high-pitched scream.
"Tell me you want another baby" he said again, stoping his movements and looking at her.
"I want another baby."
Satisfied he pushed up one more time, the third stroke finally let her gasp breathlessly before she held her breath and her mouth opened, giving him the perfect opportunity to let his tongue glide between her lips. Her body trembled all over him, her limbs losing any tension.
It wasn’t until she started breathing again that he let go and let his own pleasure wash over him.
"God, Felicity" he moaned, his eyes screwing shut and spilling his seed inside of her hot core. "I love you."
Felicity smiled against his neck. She had rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of his arms around her with this fingers running up and down his spine and more importantly him still inside of her.
They stayed like that for several minutes before Olivers cleared his throat, making her lift her head from his shoulder to look at him.
"I don’t want to ruin this really perfect moment, but could we please call Thea at make sure Emmeline is okay?"
"Thank god you’re asking" Felicity smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "I thought I was crazy for wanting to call her right away."
They both laughed, staying in the bathtub for several moments before climbing out of it and calling Thea. For the first time this evening.
It turned out to not be the last.