Rating: T (for now)
Summary: Random little one shots strung together by song titles. This is an already-established-relationship story because as much as I like the whole "slow-burn" thing, instant gratification also makes me happy
Disclaimer: Clearly I don't own Oliver and Felicity as he slept with Isabel and that's just disgraceful…
Oliver sat beside her on the plane, his eyes closed, head resting against the back of his chair. She knew that he wasn't asleep because every few minutes his thumb would tap on the screen of his phone to restart the song that he was listening to. They'd been in the air for almost two hours and he'd been listening to the same song since take-off. She wasn't sure why he was in such a weird mood all of a sudden but the fact that he hadn't said ten words to her or Digg since they'd checked out of their hotel that morning told her that something was bothering him.
Sighing, Felicity fidgeted with her headphones, playing the song that she'd been listening to as well. It was new, something she'd only heard for the first time a couple of days before they'd left, and she hadn't been able to get it out of her head. It reminded her of Oliver. She slid her finger around on the screen until she had a blank text message open. She tapped out a question and hit send. Closing her eyes, she listened to the words pouring into her ears. A moment later, her phone buzzed in her hand.
She rolled her eyes at his response, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. His posture hadn't changed.
Thank you so much for enlightening me, oh wise one. I meant which song are you listening to? It must be good because you've probably listened to it a hundred times.
She closed her eyes as soon as she hit send, knowing that he would respond quickly to the crack.
It's an old song. A pre-island song.
Give me a hint at least.
The Goo Good Dolls.
Her eyes widened in surprise as she read his response. She would never have pegged Oliver as a Goo Goo Dolls fan. She'd never really been able to determine the type of music he liked because he rarely ever listened to music. Now that she was actually thinking about it, she couldn't remember a single time he'd ever listened to music with her around. He didn't turn on the radio in the car when he took her to dinner. He didn't listen to music when they were the only two left in the office at QC or when they were alone at Verdant. This was the first time that she'd actually seen him wearing headphones.
An old Goo Goo Dolls song, huh? Let me think… are you really going to make me guess?
She waited for him to respond and took his lack of an answer as a yes, she would have to guess. She racked her brain for pre-2007 Goo Goo Dolls songs. There were only a few she could think of off the top of her head. Using her phone, she pulled up a music sharing application and found one of the songs that she'd been able to come up with. She tapped Oliver on the shoulder, holding her phone out so that he could see the song on her screen. He shook his head, closing his eyes again. Felicity stared at him. She still couldn't determine where this mood had come from. That morning they had checked out of their hotel in Beijing after a successful business trip for Queen Consolidated and the three of them had gotten into the car to head to the airport. Oliver had sat with her in the back, Digg had sat up front with their driver, and everything had been fine. He'd been fine the night before when he'd walked her to her room and kissed her goodnight.
She sighed again as she remembered the way that his stubble had felt on her skin when he'd kissed her. She really, really liked it when he kissed her. She liked a lot of things about her new relationship with him. It was definitely still new. They'd only started seeing each other a couple of months earlier and while things were progressing slowly, there had been more than one moment when they'd let themselves get carried away. Her brain immediately went back to the frantic makeout session in the lair that had featured a post-workout Oliver pinning her to the floor while devouring her mouth.
Felicity shivered and forced herself to focus. She knew that she was blushing when she tapped Oliver's shoulder again. He met her eyes for a moment, his expression curious as he took in the color on her cheeks.
He said her name in a way that made goose bumps break out on her arms. He knew that of course and the teasing smirk on his face told her that he'd been hoping to get a reaction out of her.
She rolled her eyes again.
"Shut up, Oliver. Is this the song or not?" she asked, pointing to her screen.
He shrugged, "Try again."
She expected him to go back to his former stoic position so when he leaned closer to look over her shoulder, she was taken off guard. His proximity made her heart race.
"Diggle is watching us," she told him.
"You're awfully close for someone who insisted that we not tell anyone about … us… yet."
He shrugged again but didn't move away.
It took her a minute to get back to the task at hand but eventually she resumed her search. After several failed attempts to find the right song, he took the phone from her hands. She huffed for a minute, not appreciating the fact that he was messing with her tech. But when he handed the phone back with the lyrics to a song that she knew by heart, her indignation died away.
I don't want the world to see me, cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.
She stared at the words on her screen, surprised by the lump that had formed in her throat. She knew the song. It was a song that she'd listened to a million times in the last few years, in the last few months, because every time she heard it, she thought of him. She'd been on her way home one night, the night after he'd been shot by his mother, the night she'd discovered his secret, and the song had come on her radio. She had immediately associated it with him.
"Oliver, I –"
He shook his head, taking the phone from her hands and setting it aside. And then he leaned into her further, lifting his hand to the side of her neck, his calloused thumb stroking the skin just below her ear. He was looking at her as if he had every intention of kissing her. Boy, did she want him to kiss her. She wanted it desperately.
"Thank you, Felicity," he whispered, his lips grazing her ear, "Thank you for not running from me."
It was her turn to shake her head, confused.
"I would never run from you, Oliver."
He sighed, "You should've run. You should've run the minute you found out who I really was."
She wanted to tell him again that she wouldn't go, that he never had to worry about her leaving. He had to know that the words to that song meant the same thing to her. Oliver knew her better than anyone. He was the only person that she wanted to know her. No one understood her the way that he did.
"Diggle is still staring at us," she murmured, "But I won't argue if you want to kiss me now."
He smirked, "You wouldn't mind, huh? I thought we weren't telling anyone."
"You were the one who was so adamant that we not tell anyone," she pointed out again, "But you're really close and you smell really good and all I've been able to think about since we said goodnight was kissing you again."
Oliver laughed, tightening his hold on her before invading her personal space. His lips found hers and Felicity's eyes closed. He kissed her with unrestrained passion, his mouth hot on hers and she couldn't help the little sounds of pleasure that escaped her. When he pulled back, she followed him instinctually, catching herself just before she fell into his lap.
"Diggle already knows."
She frowned, sitting upright and swinging her eyes around to the seat toward the front of the small private plane where their friend sat. He wasn't looking at them anymore but the knowing grin on his face was hard to miss.
"How?" she asked.
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, shrugging.
"He saw us last night. He might've shown up at my door after I'd left you at your room."
She stared at him, at a loss for words. Which was completely unlike her. Felicity Smoak was never at a loss for words. Usually she had more words than she knew what to do with.
"What did he say?" she finally managed to choke out.
Oliver shrugged again, "He just threatened to kill me if I ever did anything to hurt you. And he might've pointed out that you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Not that I didn't know that already."
And it happened again. He'd left her speechless. He kissed her then, just a quick peck on her cheek, before putting his headphones back in his ears and closing his eyes. Only now he held her to the side of his body, his arm draped around her shoulders. It took her a few minutes to really absorb his words, to really think of all that the song that he played for her said. But when it had sunk in, when she let herself really believe that he felt that way, she relaxed against him. Closing her own eyes, Felicity found the song on her phone and set it on repeat.
She decided then that "Iris" was officially their song and she was pretty sure that Oliver wouldn't have a problem with that.