Adorable photo I took of Stephen Amell and Emily Bett Rickards (Arrow) at SDCC. (Please credit if posted elsewhere)
Another cute picture of Emily & Stephen & Willa (Arrow) from Sdcc 2014
Those were five years, where nothing good happened.
The first time they kiss, it’s hard and slow, and his stomach twists with a tornado of butterflies. All those years of watching that pretty pink mouth babble on had stirred a raw passion inside when his mind is finally put to rest on what it feels like to run his tongue over the tiny cupid’s bow.
It’s weeks later when Felicity first calls him her boyfriend. His palms get sweaty and his shoulders feel heavy with the pressure of living up to the title of someone she so rightfully deserves to treat her with respect and love. But he’s up to the challenge, he wants to do nothing else but. He’s never wanted a relationship to work like he does this one. So with a staccato heartbeat, he bends down to chastely press their smiles together.
Their first night together is something all together new for Oliver. It’s a flurry of emotions coursing through his veins, heat, lust, passion, tenderness. It’s slow and fast, soft and hard, quiet and loud. It’s sexy moans and heartrending gasps, sweet laughter and animalistic grunts. But the thing that tips him over the edge, the emotion that consumes his soul and creates a desperation in him to never let this end, never let her go - is how much he loves her.
He calls her his wife the second their lips part. The cheers of their loved ones surround them, but it’s just a muffled buzz in his ears. It’s a simple, “Hey, wife,” and he’s never felt more happy; more alive when her face splits into the most beautiful grin. His heart swells when she replies, “Hey, husband.” It’s the beginning of a new life, right here, and Oliver can’t wait to spend the rest of it with Felicity, his first and his last.
THIS IS THE CUTEST THING! Thank you!