Oliver comes home to find Felicity on the couch, blanket over her head, wheelchair abandoned beside the coffee table.
“What are you doing?” he asks, a smile in his voice.
“Hiding from the world,” Felicity mutters, not bothering to remove the blanket.
He only pauses long enough to discard his jacket, then he’s climbing onto the couch and under the blanket with her. At her groan he pulls it back over their heads.
“And what did the world do to you today?” he asks softly, dragging his hands down her sides.
She groans again, but this time it sounds like it might be due to his hands and not whatever’s stressing her out. “The board’s just on me again. We’re doing better, but not by enough.” She looks over and, even though it’s dim under the blanket, he’s close enough to see her smile. “So I decided the adult thing to do was clearly to come home and hide under a blanket.”
“Clearly,” Oliver says, and amused smile pulling at his lips.
Felicity frowns and smacks him on the arm.
“Ow!” he complains, making a bigger deal out of it then necessary, but it makes her smile again, just like he knew it would.
“Are you making fun of me and my blanket fort?” She’s teasing, he knows, but she’s also worried about Palmer Tech and the board and she needs this moment with everything else going on in her life. So he does the only thing he ever wants to do when she’s upset, he tries to make her smile.
“Felicity…” he says softly, leaning in close. He hears her breath hitch, and can’t help the surge of pride that overwhelms him. He knows the effect he has on her, but it’s still a powerful thing, to know he can make her feel this way, just by whispering her name.
“Yes?” she breathes, leaning into him, too.
“This isn’t a blanket fort.”
Then he pulls back, hopping off the couch so fast it leaves her reeling.
He turns back to see her staring at him, eyes wide and thoroughly confused at his behavior. He can only grin back.
“I’ll be right back.”
It takes him almost half an hour and a lot of rearranging of furniture, but soon enough they’re sitting side by side in a nest of pillows and blankets, the only light coming from the fireplace before them.
Felicity sips the wine he’d handed her after helping her into the fort he’d made. “You’re right,” she admits with a slightly incredulous laugh. “This is definitely a better blanket fort.”
“What? You didn’t think I knew how to build a fort?” he says, an exaggerated expression of mock hurt on his face.
“Well, now I know you do!” she laughs, and the grin on her face is all the happiness Oliver could ever need. “My big, bad vigilante hero slash architect with a specialization in blankets. Maybe you’ve found your new calling.”
Oliver laughs and pulls her closer to his side. “My only calling is being here with you.”
He leans into her again, kissing her softly this time. Losing himself in his feelings for his tiny, blonde partner. When she pulls back there are tears in her eyes.
“I love you,” she whispers, but she doesn’t need to. Oliver can see the love practically shining from her.
“I love you, too,” he tells her, then leans back, staring at the fire for a moment. “Though, now I’m worried you might just be using me for my blanket fort skills.”
Felicity snorts, the sip of wine she’d just taken exploding from her lips and onto the blanket on her lap and then they’re both laughing and it’s all Oliver could ever need.