So, after a little fangirl sesh with everylastline about all the Stephen/Emily/Willa pics from SDCC and coming across this picture on my dash:
I had some pretty intense Queen Family Feels. This is the result.
Pairing(s): Oliver/Felicity, mentioned Thea/Roy
Word Count: 1664
The sound of a thud outside the mansion door followed by tinkling laughter and low chuckling pulls Thea’s attention from the trashy HBO movie that has occupied her attention for the last hour. Roy offered to come and keep her company tonight but the city still needed a hero, even if the Arrow was taking a night off. Speaking of, she can currently hear the low timbre of the aforementioned man in green as he speaks with his partner just outside the locked door. It’s followed by a higher pitched, melodious response and then there’s silence.
Oh God, not again.
Thea has been around her brother and Felicity long enough to have a pretty good idea of just what unsavory actions are occurring on the opposite side of the large wooden doors. Seriously, it’s been seven years and they still act like teenagers sometimes. Scratch that, they’re worse because Thea’s pretty sure that she and Roy were never this bad even when they first got together.
Reaching for the remote and shutting off the TV, Thea moves from her place on the couch wrapped in a large blanket towards the front door. Too many times has she walked in on the couple in various states of undress to be embarrassed or shy about breaking up their current little love session on the front porch.
“Oliver – ah! Stop you know how sensitive I am there! – Oliver, your sister is on the other side of this door.”
“So? She’s your sister, too.”
Thea snorts a little at her brother’s reply. At least Felicity has the decency to try to be courteous about their activities.
“Sister in law, Oliver. That won’t make it any less embarrassing when she finds us with your mouth glued to my neck and your hand up my skirt!”
By now Thea’s reached the main foyer, right in front of the double doors. She’s debating returning to her spot on the couch or opening the doors when her brother lets out an exasperated but good-natured huff of air.
“Fine. But I’m not finished with you. I believed I promised you at least four by the end of the night and right now we’re only at one.”
Oh, gross. Really, Oliver?
Thea is about to open the door and let the pair come tumbling in when it’s gently pushed open, a blonde head poking inside to presumably make sure there are no teeny tiny ones eagerly waiting by the door. When Felicity’s gaze instead finds Thea’s unimpressed look, a sheepish smile makes its way across her face before she opens the door the rest of the way to let herself and Oliver in.
“So I assume the date went well.”