Blank Space

~ Chapter 16 ~

Felicity woke up in tangled sheets.

She slowly opened her eyes, instantly remembering what happened last night. It brought a pink blush to her face. But, it also brought a clear understanding to her.

Even though she loved it, and would gladly do it again... They really needed to talk. The only reason that last night had happened was because they didn't talk about all the problems that they were having. But, God it was nice to kiss him again.

She had forgotten how good it felt.

She also forgot how good it felt to have her ring back on her finger.

She turned in the bed, halfway expecting him to have left her there alone because of everything that he has said to her since he's been back, but he was still here, fast asleep. It was almost like a miracle, seeing him sleeping.

She just stared at him, taking in all of his beautiful features. His jawline, his cheekbones, his collarbones, his abs, everything. He looked so at peace when he slept, nothing like he looked when he was awake. He was always worrying when he was awake, but now... sleeping... he looked so serene.

It just made him more beautiful.

She shifted closer to him, snuggling into his body. She let her fingers trace over every scar and tattoo that she could see. Even when he was asleep, he had this affect on her that took her breath away. She didn't know how or why it happened, but he always made her breathless. That's why she could only really talk in sentence fragments around him most of the time. 

She felt his hand tighten around her waist, and she snuggled into him even more, looking up at him. He was awake, finally. God, those eyes.

"Mm, good morning." He whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"Good morning." She responded.

Oliver looked down at her, and couldn't help but to grin. She was just so perfect. This moment was so perfect. He didn't want it to end, but he knew in his heart that it had to. It wasn't right to be happy right now. He had a city to worry about. His happiness could wait. 

"What are you thinking about?" She asked, searching his eyes.

"Everything, really." Oliver responded, sighing.

"Yeah, me too." She said, looking away.

Oliver just continued to stare at her as she continued to rub her fingers over his scars.

"Felicity, we need--" He sighed, hating saying the words aloud, but knowing that it was time.

"No, just -- let's just sit here for now. " Felicity responded automatically, knowing now that she didn't want to talk, because that would mean that all of this would be over.

Oliver just looked at her in response.

"Felicity, we have to talk--"

Felicity's phone started ringing, and Felicity just looked at him, not knowing whether to take it or not, but when he didn't say anything, and just kept his mouth firmly shut, she sighed, and moved from out of his hold, and reached over to her phone. 

Of course it was Ray.

"Hello?" She answered, sitting up.

"Hey, I'm at your door." She heard him sigh.

"What? Why?" She asked, getting out of bed, and began to dress herself, not even looking at Oliver.

"It's about Barry." He said, and by the tone of his voice, it didn't sound good.