"Oliver!" Felicity laughed, trying to keep his hands away from her body. She jumped from her chair in front of her computers in the new lair and made a tsk sound while moving her index finger in front of his face in a gesture of "no way, mister!"
"C'mon, we are alone!" Oliver tried to convince her, his hands stroking her arms, from shoulder to elbow. Felicity shivered under his ministrations, her gasp when his lips touched her neck a clear sign that she was almost convinced.
"Wait until we get home!" she chuckled, pushing him away and grabbing her bag in a quick movement.
The last thing Oliver remembered before it was all Felicity he could see and feel was her writing a post-it note to Dig and Roy about how she was feeling a bit under the weather and if they needed anything to call her cell.
Oliver could feel every centimeter of skin under his fingers, the way her goosebumps appeared when he blew on her pulse point and her wrists, how his kisses made her sigh in contentment…
Everything was Felicity, her scent, her colors, her bed, her sheets… now their sheets and their bed…
They spent hours touching each, taking them to the brink and then over the edge, their gasps and moans and sighs confounding into one another as a complex soundtrack of their lives.
"Felicity…" Oliver whispered, when they finally laid beside one another, their fingers still interlocked. "I love you…" he said, the words falling from his lips like a reverent prayer.
He felt Felicity move beside him, turn into her side to lay on her elbow and look at him.
"Oliver…"
Her mouth moved, but the voice that he heard was much stronger than the one Felicity would use while so close to him.
Oliver looked around and then in a second he felt himself open his eyes… Wait, weren't his eyes already open? Wasn't he looking at Felicity? Telling her he loved her? That he really meant it?
"Oliver, you better wake up… I don't want you to be late for your meeting with the lawyer…" Oliver heard Felicity's voice coming from somewhere behind him.
He looked around, finally realizing where he was.
Of course!
He was on Felicity's makeshift bed in her living room. The place where he had been sleeping for the last month. He turned around and saw her walk into his field of vision, her pajamas filled with butterflied and the scent of coffee surrounding her.
"Good morning!" she said with a chuckle, noticing his disoriented look. "Are you still asleep? There's coffee in the kitchen… And you better hurry, lawyers don't like to wait!" Felicity continued, ignorant to the turmoil inside Oliver's head.
Sure, he was in her house, with her colors, in her sheets, surrounded by her scent, but it was not their bed or their sheets and she wasn't whispering his name like in his dream.
Oliver sighed, rubbing his eyes and, finally, looking up into her face he smiled. Her glasses were askew and her hair a mess, but she was beaming at him, sipping from her Cookie Monster mug and he felt lighter instantly.
His dream might not be a reality, not yet, maybe not ever, but she was there, she was real, and she never looked more beautiful than she looked right now in her messed up hair.
Maybe someday he could make their dream real…