Thanks for the prompt, Naty! Thanks for giving me the impossible task of tackling kissing which is like my writing kryptonite :) I don’t know if I did it justice, but I tried!
Oliver wasn’t quite sure when he put up the barrier between him and Felicity; probably somewhere between ‘I ran out of sports bottles’ and ‘we can protect her.’ But it doesn’t matter when, what matters is that it stays in place. His life is a delicate balance, one that has to be maintained at all time, lest it all come toppling down.
Except, there is a soft snow falling, fluffy and innocent, settling in her hair, giving her an ethereal look. She has her tongue out, catching the flakes before she looks up at him, laughingly asking if he wants to build a snowman. There is something about her tone that tells him the question has a double meaning, but he isn’t sure what. Nor does he care to ask. She’s wearing red mittens and looking up at him through the dim streetlight, as if the only thing that matters is the snow; not the current drug trafficking ring happening in the city, not Isabel trying to take over QC, not the ever present fear of when Malcolm Merlyn will come crashing back into their lives.
Just the slowly falling snow, blanketing the entire city in white.
He doesn’t think, just steps forward, cupping her face in his hands. He takes a moment, a breath; both of them do, because this is big—monumental. She moves first, going up on her toes to nuzzle her nose against his before her mitten covered hands grab the collar of his jacket, pulling him down, pressing her mouth against his. It’s soft, featherlight, but when she goes to step back, he follows her. He slides his hand around to the back of her neck, not wanting to let the moment end as he brings them together again. He brushes his mouth against hers before sucking gently on her bottom lip until she lets out a tiny, barely audible, sigh of contentment.
And Oliver knows that for the rest of his life, until the day he dies, that sound will haunt him.
I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide
- Demons, Imagine Dragons
Are you ever super obsessed with something for a while and then it fades out into you casually liking the thing and then something triggers it and suddenly it’s back to full blown obsession
Photographer unknown, 1950s
the one on the left hello
so hot im actually crying
Oh god, feeling weezy
why dont boys look like this anymore wtf
yes omg ^
How did we get from this to wearing pants half way down your thighs, gentlemen.