1. "Do you want me to lie down with you?"
Pairing: Oliver & Felicity
Characters: Oliver & Felicity
Season/Episode: Season 2
Prompt: "Do you want me to lie down with you?"
Disclaimer: (the usual, don't own, idea was mine though)
The pain was unbearable that morning. So bad, in fact, that she'd called Oliver to tell him she was too sick to come into work. It prompted him to ask several questions: Do you need me to come over? Do you want Dig to bring you anything? Are you going to be okay by yourself? Are you sure you don't want me to stop by?
All the answers had been no, except for the last two. Those had been a yes for obvious reasons.
She was now beginning to regret refusing the help he offered.
Felicity rolled onto her side and curled her knees to her chest. "Why do you have to be such a cold, hard bitch, Mother Nature?" she cursed, squeezing her eyes shut as another stab of pain shot through her body. This had been the first time in a long time she'd felt this much pain from getting her period. She could barely even get out of bed.
Groaning, she forced herself to sit up but immediately laid back down when the pain shot through her. Oh, this was so not cool. Then came the sudden urge to throw up. Forcing herself to the side of the bed, Felicity grabbed her trash can and hurled. It only made her feel slightly better, but the pain was still unbearable.
She didn't bother to move from that position. Felicity just closed her eyes and prayed for it to be over, or at least for it to settle down soon. But if she knew her period, this one was going to be a monster for the rest of the day. Not even morphine would help for this pain.
The sound of footsteps had Felicity's eyes popping open. As she glanced at her door, she found Oliver pushing through, toeing off his shoes as he made his way towards her bed. "Hey," he said softly when he found her laying there staring at him. The gentle smile that crossed his lips made her give one in return.
"Oliver," she grumbled. "I told you not to come over. You've got a lot of work to do. Isabel's going to kill you if you don't finish those reports by tomorrow morning. And don't forget your meeting with…" Her voice trailed off as a moan escaped her lips. Cursing under her breath, Felicity curled her knees back up to her chest, willing the pain to go away.
Oliver was at her side in an instant, his hand on her shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze. When she finally let out a deep breath, he asked, "Do you want me to lie down with you?" All she could do was nod and the bed was soon dipping behind her. His arms came around her waist, pulling her into his chest as one large hand spread out across her lower abdomen. The warmth that radiated from his palm helped to ease some of her pain and for the first time that morning Felicity felt she could breathe easier.
"I'm glad you're here," she murmured, snuggling up to him.
"I'm glad I'm here too," Oliver replied before pressing a kiss to her shoulder.