“Don’t take your eyes off of me” Just whenever the mood strikes - if it does. Olicity please. 😘 Hope things get better soon.
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Felicity’s hands shook despite just how hard Oliver was gripping them. “I see clouds. Is it getting hard to breathe for you too? This is high. This is too high.”
“Hey.” Oliver stared at her steadily. “We can do this. Just a few more steps.”
“Until what, doom? How are we this far off the ground? Why was this the plan? And why don’t we have parachutes?”
“It was a last minute adjustment.” He half-grinned, his eyes twinkling in an unfairly attractive way. “I’ll make sure I keep a parachute on me in future.”
“We’ll design something.” She nodded hurriedly, even as she took a step forward, her heart in her throat. She could feel her foot teetering over the edge of a wood-slat bridge with no sides. Why did anybody even make these? For goats? “I-In a watch or something. Compact! Easy to hide, easy to use. Barely even notice it. We’ll go full Bond on it.”
His mouth twitched. “Full Bond?”
Felicity nodded tightly and took another step. She could see beyond his shoulder just how much space was left and it was, well, too much. A strangled noise left her and she flinched. The whole bridge went left while her body rocked right.
“Whoa, okay, hold on!” Oliver steadied her, but she could see the fracture of worry that had slashed across his face. “Listen, I know you’re scared. But, we can do this. It’s just a few more steps.”
“It’s more than a few steps. It’s a lot of steps.” She nodded, her eyes wide. “I can’t do this. Leave me here. Come back for me later.”
He shook his head. “I’m not leaving you on this bridge.”
“I’ll sit down and I won’t move. I promise. Just go. Fight bad guys, save people. I’ll be right here, holding on for dear life.”
“Felicity…” He stared at her searchingly. “Do you trust me?”
She let out a whining noise. “Yes. Obviously. I stepped on this bridge in the first place, didn’t I?”
“Okay, then keep trusting me. Don’t take your eyes off of me, all right? Just look at me and keep walking.” He smiled reassuringly. “I won’t let you fall.”
“You mean literally, right? Because metaphorically, there was a lot of falling. I don’t regret that. Not even now. While we’re crossing the smallest bridge known to man, over a very, very long drop. Why are we here again? Why is this happening?”
“Bad people doing bad things.”
“Right. Duh. Isn’t it always?” She let out an awkward, strained laugh, but her feet were moving. Bit by bit. And no matter how much she wanted to look past him, to see how much of the bridge was left to cross, she didn’t. She just kept talking. About nothing in particular, just anything to keep herself distracted. The date night they had planned for Thursday; tech she’d been working on; how much she regretted breaking in a new pair of hiking boots for this. Until, finally, she felt a tug.
Felicity fell forward, her foot landing on solid ground and her body knocking straight into Oliver’s. Slumping with relief, she wrapped her shaking arms around his waist. “We made it.”
He hugged her, his arms wound around her shoulders and his chin buried against the top of her head. “I said we would, didn’t I?”
“Yes. And I trusted you. But things happen. Wind, bad guys, faulty ropes.” She shrugged and tilted her head back to see him. “I never doubted you, just everything else.”
He half-grinned. “Good to know.”
Felicity smiled. “Back to work?”
“We’ve got a few seconds.” He tightened his grip and leaned down to kiss her. Just as their lips met, however, gun fire could be heard.
With a harrumph, Felicity looked back over her shoulder. “I should be mad, but mostly I’m glad they’re late. At least we’re over the bridge.”
“Small miracles.” Oliver took her hand and started for the trees. “Let’s celebrate later.”
She winked up at him. “Deal.”
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