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Felicity looks at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, and she can’t wipe the grin off her face.
She’s naked, the wedding dress she wore throughout the day hanged on the back of the door. Her hair is still wet, falling around her shoulders, small beads of water sill dropping onto her skin. Her face is flushed, from scrubbing her makeup off.
The brand new wedding ring glistens on her finger, and she loves it. She loves that it’s there, finally, she loves that Oliver has a matching one. She loves that her name is officially Felicity Queen and she loves that her husband is waiting for her, just outside of the bathroom door.
They’re in a very fancy hotel, it’s 4 am, they’re newlyweds and Felicity is excited, because she knows this will be the best night of her life.
Felicity doesn’t bother getting dressed, she knows there’s no point to it. But she does put on a simple gray t-shirt, that was Oliver’s originally.
He’s waiting for her in the middle of the bed.
Oliver’s half naked too, just in boxers and a white undershirt, his suit messily thrown over a chair in the other side of the room.
He’s smiling softly at her, and Felicity can’t help but return it.
As she gets closer to the bed, she notices that Oliver has a tray on it, with a bottle of red wine and two glasses.
Felicity grins as she slowly sits down next to him, propping her back against the headboard. Oliver kisses her then, slowly and sweetly, but he doesn’t let it develop into something more.
He wordlessly reaches for the bottle of wine and the opener, and it’s only then when Felicity sees what it actually is.
Oliver notices the change on her face, probably, because he smirks.
‘I’m a little late.’, he says, and Felicity nods.
‘A couple of years late’, she smirks.
‘But better late than never’, Oliver nods, and Felicity agrees easily, pointedly fiddling with her wedding ring.
Oliver grins as he hands her a glass, and when they clink them together, he calls her Mrs. Queen and grins, so pleased and happy, it makes Felicity’s insides melt.
The wine is wonderful, and Felicity drinks enough to make her insides tingle.
Oliver’s lips are red from it, and when they kiss, she can’t taste anything except for the wine.
A few hours later, the half empty bottle accidentally ends up shattered on the floor, but Felicity is too busy screaming Oliver’s name to care.