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#1 The first night
They’d driven for hours. After the fifth she stopped asking where they were going. Oliver would just smile each time and kiss the back of her knuckles before confidently grasping the gear shift once again.
It was dark when he pulled off the coastal highway, the sun long having set, gravel crunching beneath the tires as he slowed before a long low hotel that stretched along the water.
“This looks like a good place to stop.”
She just gave him a grin of agreement as he put the hood up on the convertible and jogged to the back to retrieve their bags.
Her legs were stiff as she climbed from the low slung Porsche, grabbing her bag from the floorboard as she scanned the area, only the sound of crashing surf letting her know they were on the sea, the light too low to see the water.
“Do you even know where we are?” she asked, tucking a fall of hair behind her ear as she joined him near the rear of the car.
“Looked like a good place to stop.” he repeated with a grin that let her know he had no intention of telling her anything else.
With a roll of her eyes she nodded towards the black bag in his left hand, “You know as soon as I get my tablet back I’ll know.”
A wolfish grin made his teeth shine in the moonlight, “Who says you’ll have enough time to use your tablet?”
A swirl of hear erupted in her belly at his words. That night in Nanda Parbat seemed like it had happened in another lifetime and she wanted nothing more than to get her hands on him.
She swallowed hard, eyes narrowing, “You might want to get that room.”
In an instant he was headed for the door leaving her to hurry behind him with a sly smile cracking her lips.
While Oliver talked to the woman at the front desk she wandered the small lobby, stopping at a single spinning rack of postcards with the town name plastered everywhere.
Seems she wouldn’t need to pull out the tech after all.
She spun the rack, looking at the various picturesque views on display, when she came across one of the coastline and the setting sun with the road they’d driven in on in the foreground.
Plucking it from it’s place she studied it carefully when she suddenly felt two familiar arms wrap around her waist from behind.
“Ah, the secret’s out then.” he said, lowering his chin to rest on her shoulder as he looked at the card she held.
“Sorry. I used my mad Nancy Drew skills to thwart you.”
“I would expect nothing less,” he whispered into her ear as his mouth began to nibble a slow path along her jaw.
A shiver of desire went through her as she turned in his arms, pushing the card into his chest, “Get this so we can send it to Thea.”
“Really?” he asked, but had already taken the card and was reaching into his pocket for change.
“Yes, really. I mean, I know I can send her a text but...this is more personal. ‘Wish you were here’ and all that.”
“But I don’t wish she was here.” Oliver countered, hand sliding more deliberately around her waist to tug her closer, “I just want you here.”
She smacked his chest with a grin, “Get the postcard, we’re sending it to your sister.”
He sighed, but smiled, leaning down to steal a long slow kiss from her that left her reeling. “Room 103,” he murmured against her lips, pressing a key into her hands, “Give me five minutes to send this damn card.”
She bit her lip in return, looking up at him over the top of her glasses, “My hero.” she whispered, loving how his eyes darkened in response.
Four months later when they finally returned to Starling City Felicity finally found out what Oliver had written on that first postcard to Thea.
She’d found it on the fridge in the loft, hanging next to all the others they’d sent along the way, intermingled with little Sara’s first drawings.
