This dedicated to my dearie Jacqueline, today that's her birthday! Happy Birthday!!! You prompted me something fluffy and about a quiet holiday for Olicity and here it is! Hope you like it. Muack!
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SILENT NIGHT
Oliver sighed in content, laying on bed with his body wrapped around Felicity's. He had her tightly cuddled against him, protected by a loving, warm cocoon. She had fallen asleep not long after they made love, , but he hadn't. He was guarding her dreams. There was nothing else he rather to be doing.
It was the first quiet Christmas they had in many, many years. For once, there was no big bad villain to be worried about as Green Arrow and Overwatch; there was no crisis in the city he needed to take care of as mayor; there was no imminent deadline for a project for her as CEO of Queen, Inc.
It has been a holiday just to be enjoyed among family and friends.
The big celebration will be the next day, when everyone would come to the loft to enjoy a Christmas lunch. But Oliver and Felicity decided to expend Christmas' eve alone together. Lately, they both had been quite busy, and they hadn't spent too much time together, except at night, sleeping. Literally sleeping. The train of workload had been so crazy that Felicity wasn't feeling well in the last week. Oliver was sure she was exhausted and she needed a little of spoiling time with her husband.
Which he gave her all afternoon.
He looked down at her and pulled away a lock of her hair from her face. She looked relaxed and radiant. So beautiful. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, "I love you."
"Love you, too," she mumbled, with her eyes closed.
"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," he said pulling her closer to him.
"If it's to say that you love me, wake me all the times you want."
"Then I'd wake you every five minutes."
She tilted her head up, a smile growing on her lips. She leaned her chin on his chest and opened her eyes, "You're such a sap, Mr. Queen."
He smiled widely, "And you love that I am, Mrs. Queen."
"True. It's one many things that I love about you," she chuckled. "What time is it?" she asked after a few minutes just watching each other and having a silent declaration of love.
"Just after midnight."
"Oh," she untangled herself from his embrace and sit up in bed, giddy. She was almost bouncing with excitement. "I can give you your present now."
"I thought we were waiting for tomorrow when everybody gets here to give all the presents."
"Not for this one," she said, climbing off the bed.
"Hon, what-- where are you going?" he asked her, as she put a robe on her and walked to the door.
"Be right back."
"Felicity."
He huffed, waiting for her to return. He didn't know what she was up to. Felicity keeping a secret from him was a rare thing, and she definitely had. Maybe that was why she had been a little strange that week. He attributed it to her not feeling well, but now he wasn't so sure anymore. When she returned, she had a flat, rectangular box in her hands. She climbed up in bed again, facing him and sitting down on her heels. He sat up against the headboard and took the little box that she offered him.
"What is it?"
Her excitement was turning into anxiety. He could tell, by the way she chewed her lip, "Open it and you'll find out."
