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(picture not mine, found on Pinterest)
"Oliver, I really want to give you your wedding gift." Felicity pleaded as she tried to get up from the bed but Oliver tightened his arm around her waist and wouldn't let her.
"Felicity," Oliver murmured in her ear as he nuzzled the shell of it with his nose, "you're the only gift that I will ever need."
She sighed and snuggled up to him, he knew just what to say, the big sap, "But," she kissed his Bratva tattoo, "I want," she kissed the cords bulging in his neck, "you to," she kissed the underside of his jaw, "have it." She leaned up and nipped at his earlobe, "please?"
He leaned back a little to get a better view of his wife--God he loved saying that--and she looked at little nervous and a little excited, "Felicity, you really didn't have to get me anything."
"I know but it was kind of a spur of the moment type of thing and I was nervous about doing it and then it was kind of Holy-Google-I-am-doing-this and then I got it how I wanted it and it was perfect and I knew that I wanted you to have it and please let me up from this bed so I can show you. Then I promise I won't leave it again, well, I mean I'll have to leave it again because you know, bathroom, and food and then there's coffee and--"
Oliver kissed her to stop the rambling, loving that he could do that now, and he felt her smile against his lips, "Okay," he said as he pulled away, "you have to come right back because it's our honeymoon and I refuse to--"
She attack hugged him and kissed him quickly before moving off the bed. He watched as she walked naked to her carry on that she had adamantly refused to let him carry as they headed to get on the plane two days ago. He thought it was her tech and he knew how she was about her babies. She removed a silver box with a green ribbon wrapped around it and she brought it back to the bed. He slid up until he was against the headboard and he watched as she crawled over to him, "Here."
He took the box from her and noticed it had a little weight to it. He snatched the ribbon for it to come loose and opened the lid, moving the tissue paper to the side. He was speechless, sitting in front of him was picture of Felicity sitting in a chair with nothing but her wedding veil all around her and it was stunning.
"Do you like it? I saw it, well one like it, when I went to my last dress fitting and I asked the woman about it and she said that a photographer does them as groom's gifts so I went to talk to him."
Oliver's head shot up, "Someone else saw you like this?"
She smiled, "No Oliver. I talked to him about it and asked him how to do it because I thought it was a beautiful idea. I paid him for his time and bought a camera to do it myself. It took a few tries and it was the day Thea took you for your tux fitting. I didn't want anyone but you to see this picture, not that it's dirty or shameful, but I wanted it to be just for you, just for us."
He looked back down at the picture and then back at his wife, "I love it almost as much as I love you, thank you." He leaned over and kissed her, "Now I just have to figure out where to put it."
"Oh, I figured that out already. I had a shelf installed next to your mirror in the walk-in. It can hold that," she pointed to the box, "and cuff links and a watch--"
"I'm so glad I married such a smart and beautiful woman but I feel a little guilty because I didn't get you anything."
"Yes you did." She replied as she ran one hand up his thigh and the other hand took the box, placing it on the nightstand.
"Um, Felicity," He cleared his throat as her hands got closer to his groin, "what did I get you?"
"Well, you know when Thea took you to get your tux?"
"Mmmmmhmmmmm" He moaned as her hand wrapped around him.
"I made sure that she got you one that had suspenders AND I made sure that your jacket came off at the reception AND I also made sure that the photographer got a shot of it."
"Someone likes me in suspenders, hmmm?"
"I do and out of suspenders, and in your Arrow suit, and in jeans, and shirtless and in that leather jacket and in a towel and--"
He flipped them over and pinned her beneath him, "How about in you?"
"Now that's by far my favorite."