"No! You'll never take me alive!" Felicity squealed as she ran across her apartment, her feet padding softly across the hardwood floor. Behind her, Oliver growled, chasing her, but never catching her. She squeaked as she felt solid arms wrap around her waist from behind and lift her into the air, swinging her in circles. She squirmed, turning in his arms, to loop her arms around his neck. "No! I don't want to sleep yet!" She giggled, shrieking as he lifted her even higher. "No, Oliver! Put me dowwwwwnnnnn!" She wailed, beating his back with her clenched fists. She giggled as he set her down on top of his feet, walking her backwards towards the bedroom. He chuckled as he kissed her softly on the nose, once every time he took a step. As the back of her knees hit the side of her bed and she fell backwards, she felt his weight on top of her. "Get off me, you insufferable monster!" She giggled, pushing uselessly at his shoulders. He shrugged, and walked out of the bedroom nonchalantly. "No wait! I was just kidding! I swear!" She laughed, grinning as he whirled back towards her and pounced, growling as his lips nuzzled against her neck. She giggled and pushed at his face, blushing bright red. She laughed as he pretended to snore, going completely limp over her body, breathing deeply. "Ugh, you're so heavy." She said, squirming underneath his weight. "At least take off your shirt before you decide to pass out on top of me." She smiled, tugging at his t-shirt.
"You only like me for my body?" He gasped, rolling off of her. "Felicity Smoak, I never." He pouted adorably at her, bottom lip pushed out. She snickered, leaning over him to kiss his bottom lip. Her hands snuck under his t-shirt. He yelped. "Your hands are cold!" He shot away from her, back pressed against the headboard. She grinned, showing teeth, crawling slowly towards him. "I'm trembling with fear." He mumbled, peeking his eyes out from between his fingers, his hands covering his face. She pulled his wrists down, placing warm lips against his. He laughed softly.
"Stop smiling! I can't kiss you properly. I swear, I'm the only mature one in this relationship." She teased, framing his face with both hands. She shrieked when he pulled her into his lap. "Just lemme kiss you, goddammit!" Her eyes sparkled with mischief, tucking her hands underneath the thin cotton fabric again.
"You only want me for my body." He said, his eyes full of mock-reproach. "I can be sensitive too." He sniffed, a smile breaking onto his face as she silenced him with a soft, loving kiss. She pulled away, narrowing her eyes.
"I swear, you keep smiling when I'm trying to kiss you and you're sleeping on the floor tonight."
"Okay. Okay. I'm serious now. Kiss me, my sweet Felicity, until we are no more!" He looked towards the sky, one hand placed dramatically over his forehead. She giggled and tucked her head under her chin.
"Can you imagine if any of your friends and family knew you were such a softie on the inside?" She chuckled, wrapping her arms around him.
"You wouldn't." He placed a hand on his heart, gasping. "Miss Smoak, you are positively evil!"
"I am." She grinned wickedly, nodding in agreement. "Sounds about right."
"Nothing I can't cure with a couple of kisses." His smile bright, lips finding hers in a gentle, slow kiss.
"Hmm...guess I was wrong."
"I won't be sleeping on the couch tonight?" He looked at her eagerly, smothering her face in kisses. She laughed, pushing his face away.
"Oliver Queen, I never."