Finding Home - Oliver/Felicity - PG-13 (Post-episode 3x20 ficlet)
A/N: Hey everyone! So I got this prompt before the 3x20 episode and then after it aired, I knew I had to write it.
I love the idea of Felicity holding Oliver. :) I hope you enjoy it!
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Finding Home - Oliver/Felicity - PG-13 (Post-episode 3x20 ficlet)
The candles had grown small as the hour passed, their skin still humming from everything they’d done. Felicity’s fingers traced idly over the dragon tattoo on his back - the one she knew he’d been given by Slade as a reminder for Shado.
With gentle swoops, she caressed every inch of his skin exposed to her, finally feathering soft touches down his spine.
He’d ended up with his head pillowed against her chest, face resting just above her left breast.
His arms were banded around her back, holding her as close as he could, his breath ghosting over her skin, as their chests rose and fell together.
Her fingers ran along the corded muscles of his back to his neck, and into the soft strands of hair. He let out a soft noise of contentment, sinking further into her embrace, nuzzling his face into her skin and making her inhale sharply as a soft chuckle fell from his lips, heat once again flaring to life in her belly.
They were tangled in the soft satin sheets, candlelight flickering over their skin and she knew that eventually they’d have to move, but neither of them wanted that. All they wanted was to stay here, in this moment, together.
Tears pricked her eyes and she sucked in a deep breath as her emotions caught up with her. The idea of leaving him here- losing him. She couldn’t…she couldn’t…
It wasn’t until she felt calloused fingertips graze her cheek that she realized she’d shut her eyes.
Blinking them open, she found him gazing up at her in concern, chin propped up on her sternum.
She smiled softly at him, turning her face into his hand and kissing his palm.
She heard and felt the breath he let out as she closed her eyes again, reveling in his touch.
This time she opened her eyes and found him closer, his face almost level with hers, his gaze pleading with her to talk to him.
The words slipped from her lips and she saw the shift in his eyes, the determination that flickered across their depths.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen, Felicity,” he finally spoke, his voice soft. “But I do know I love you - more than I knew was possible. You are my home and I will always fight to come back home. Always.”
Tears slipped down her cheeks as she leaned down, capturing his lips with her own as he shifted, scooting her down the bed so she was laying completely on her back once more.
Moving from her lips, he kissed down her neck, and across her chest, nipping at the top of her breasts before traveling lower, whispering words into her skin - words of love and hope and something to hold on to in the dark days ahead.
And so when her last ditch attempt failed, and she had to walk away and leave him, she held on to those words, and their love.
She knew they’d never stop fighting to make it back to each other; to find home.