You all know that everyone left around the same time after Oliverâs party last night, but that Oliver was the last one to go, and that Felicity walked him to the door and they lingered, both of them wanting to say something but knowing that they didnât have to, because theyâre finally, finally finding the same page again, and itâs so, so significant and amazing. They stood at the door for a long moment, neither speaking, until Felicity reached for his hand. Oliver saw her moving, his hand already coming up to meet hers, like theyâre goddamn magnets or something, and their fingers touched, oh so softly, gently⊠and then more, slowly, their fingers sliding against each otherâs, against their palms, against the insides of their wrists. You know that they both watched their hands, amazed how such an innocent touch could mean so much more. You know their fingers tangled together, that they simply enjoyed each otherâs touch, finally able to enjoy such a simple, tiny thing that they had denied themselves for so, so long. And then Oliver laced their fingers together, squeezing her hand before bringing their interlaced fingers up to his lips as he looked at her again. Her eyes were glued to their hands but she felt his gaze and she met his eyes right when he kissed the back of her hand. He whispered, âThank you,â and they both knew it wasnât just for the party, just as much as they both knew that if he kissed her right now, she wouldnât stop him. But he didnât, because while that would be so amazing, realizing everything thatâs always existed between them, thereâs an even stronger urge to do this the Right Way, starting with another first date.
(theyâre gonna have another first date and iâm emotional as hell about it)

















