First sentence prompt from freaoscanlin.

"Okay, the plane I can understand and the fighting ability is obvious and the abs are—yeah, I won't finish that sentence—but Oliver...when exactly did you have time to get so comfortable riding a camel again?"

The early morning sun beats down on them. It's not even 10 am yet, and the Eilat summer air is already hot and dry. Felicity is glad for the kafiya she has wrapped around her head as a makeshift hat, and even more thankful for the water bottles the hotel concierge had advised them to take when they had left that morning.

Oliver clears his throat and mumbles something incoherent.

"Sorry, what was that?" Felicity asks, struggling once again to keep her balance on her camel, gripping the front of the saddle in a death grip.

He mutters something again, but she catches it this time. And Felicity can't help it. Her face breaks into a grin because her husband is so completely ridiculous.

"You took camel riding lessons," she says, voice steady, folding her lips over her teeth and biting down to keep from laughing. Laughter from her right now might actually hurt his feelings, when he'd apparently gone to so much trouble to make sure he wouldn't look silly on their honeymoon.

"Oliver, how could you even know we'd go camel riding?"

Oliver clears his throat. "I looked up activities to do in Israel, and saw there were a lot of camel ranches in Eilat, and thought it would be fun…"

"So you took camel riding lessons on the off-chance that-"

Oliver doesn't let her finish. "Yup."

He's sitting straight backed on his camel, following the line of other tourists riding before them, and he would look almost regal if the situation wasn't so funny.

"You know I'd still love you if you-"

"Yup."

Felicity hid her grin and watched Oliver take a drink from his water bottle.

"Okay," she said, and continued following his lead.