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This… this is probably the crackiest thing I've written so far. I blame my migraines.

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#5: "I Feel It in My Head"

Felicity's pretty sure her current state makes the Top Ten Weird Felicity Moments According to Oliver Queen. Maybe not the Top Five (the Great Mystery of the Missing Birthmark was way weirder) but definitely the Top Ten. And she can't tell because she's not looking at him, but she's positive he's standing over her with a mixed expression of bemusement and bafflement.

But she can't bring herself to care because her head feels like it's about to burst at any moment.

She hasn't moved from the position Oliver found her in when he walked into the Lair a few moments ago: she's hunched over her desk, her forehead pressing down into the cold metal, eyes closed, shoes and glasses off, and her fingers are massaging small circles at either side of her temples.

He clears his throat to get her attention and she immediately shushes him: "Shh… too loud."

"Sorry," he gently whispers, and she feels his hand rubbing softly cross her back, "Are you okay?"

She whimpers, "No. I still have this stupid migraine that I woke up with and medicine is not working. I didn't think it could get any worse, but the universe loves to prove me wrong, so now it's definitely worse. Stupid universe."

He presses his lips to the top of her head. "I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"

"Got any magical island tea that cures headaches?"

"Afraid not."

She absolutely hears the bemusement in his voice, but then she feels his hands touch her temples and they mimic her massaging technique. She sighs, long and deep, as some of her pain is alleviated. "That's okay. Your fingers are pretty magical." Then she winces, and not because of the headache.

Apparently all's fair in love and headaches, because Oliver teases, "So you keep telling me."

"Stop. Not fair. My only means of defending myself is currently trying to kill me."

She sits up to grant Oliver easier access (gah…) when the motion causes a painful rush and she sucks in a breath through her teeth.

"C'mon, you should be lying down," Oliver tells her and grasps her shoulders to gingerly lift her out of her chair.

He leads her to the couch against the wall opposite of the stairs when she protests, "But you can't deprive me of your fingers. Shut up."

He unsuccessfully tries to hold in a chuckle and concedes. He lies down on the couch and then gestures for her to lie down on top of him.

"Uh, yeah, that'll work."

She sprawls out across him and, remembering what she read about how applying pressure can relieve headache pain, she rests the side of her head that hurts the most against his pectoral. She closes her eyes as his hand comes up to massage the temple not pressed against him, and his other hand resumes rubbing circles across her back.

"Any better?"

"Hmm," but she realizes that Oliver is still in his dress shirt since he came straight from QC. "Are you comfortable? I'm sorry, I didn't even give you a chance to change before I demanded you to heal me."

She can hear the smile in his voice. "You didn't demand anything- I don't like you being in pain any more than you do."

She feels her own lips turn up, acknowledging her low pain tolerance. "You can take off your shirt if you want."

"Usually when a woman says she has a headache, it's because she doesn't want her boyfriend to take off his shirt."

She can't help the snort that escapes her. "I doubt you've ever had that problem. But I did read on one of those medical advice sites that heat can also help with headache pain, and since you're practically a furnace, it could be a win-win for both of us."

"Well, I can't argue with that logic," he says, and gently moves her to the side so he can unbutton his shirt. She opens her eyes to watch the show and has never hated her brain more than in that moment for preventing sexy times.

When he gets his shirt off she falls back into place and notices she can hear his heart. Normally loud noises are the devil when it comes to her migraines, but over the past months she's become accustomed to falling asleep with his heartbeat in her ear, so it's a sound that instantly soothes her.

But for some reason… Felicity slightly shifts her head up Oliver chest… no, back down a bit… maybe to the right?

Oliver notices her fidgeting and asks, "Everything okay down there?"

"I don't know… I just can't find a good place for my head."

"You've never had that problem before."

"I've never had a problem because I pretty much pass out from the complete and utter exhaustion after going three or four rounds with you. I don't even think about getting comfortable, I just collapse. And stop smirking."

"How do you know I'm smirking?"

"Because our bond is too strong," she retorts drily, upset that the pain in her head is preventing her from enjoying their banter like she usually does. She moves her head again to no avail. "I honestly never thought I'd say this, but I think, in just this instance, your muscles are too... bulgy."

"That's just the headache talking."

"Yes, yes it is… what if you turned over?"

"... What?"

"Your body heat is helping, and the couch is too soft for applying pressure to my head, and I think your trapezius muscle will provide a smoother surface than your pectorals… and I'm still not making sense."

"What about my magic fingers?"

"As much as I love your fingers, I think I'll be okay with just your muscles."

"Uh-huh."

"Look, we'll just call Barry later and he can explain all this medical mumbo jumbo better than I can. But right now, Oliver, I need your body."

"I've imagined you saying that under different circumstances." The hand rubbing her back glides softly down to her hip and traces a circle around the side of her thigh.

She shivers involuntarily. "Later, I promise."

They shift again, Oliver flipping onto his stomach with his head facing the stairs and Felicity lies down on top of him again, her head also turned in the same direction.

Felicity nuzzles her head into the right side of his back and lets out a contented sigh when she finally finds the perfect spot, her eyes drifting shut.

"Good?"

"Mmmm. You are the best vigilante boyfriend ever."

He laughs, and she can't help but giggle lightly when her head bobs along with his movements. She turns her head to place a kiss on his spine. "Thank you. Love you."

"I love you," his voice deeply rumbles in her ear, "Now rest."

They're in the same position an hour later, fast asleep, when John Diggle walks down the stairs. He pauses at the sight: Oliver is draped across the couch on his stomach, his left arm hanging down to the floor. Like with most everything else, Oliver's body is a bit large for the couch, so his feet hang off of the opposite end. Felicity is also on her stomach and perched on top of him, her arms curled into her body as if trying to snuggle even deeper into Oliver's back. Her head rises and falls with each breath Oliver takes. They're both facing him, and he welcomes the sight of their serene expressions, even more so from Oliver. There was a time when Diggle thought his friend would never be able to relax, always having to be ready to face any mission, villain, or demon. The fact that Oliver hasn't even shifted since Diggle walked in is testament to the fact that he is finally allowing himself the rest he deserves. If he had known all it would take was the love of one Felicity Smoak to help Oliver find his peace, John would have forced them together years ago.

John shakes his head, grabbing the blanket they keep in the med area on his way over to them. He drapes the blanket over them and wonders how they got this way in the first place.

He shrugs and turns to leave the Foundry, deciding to come back in another hour or so. He's certainly found them in a lot more compromising and embarrassing situations, but this definitely makes his Top Ten Awkward but Cute Olicity Moments.

End

I totes looked up images of Stephen Amell's shirtless back… purely for research, I swear.

But the headache stuff is all me. Bit of a personal note: I suffer from chronic migraines (meaning I get really bad headaches at least three times a week) and in the cases that medicine does not help, I usually resort to home remedies: applying pressure to the head can help alleviate the pain, whether through massages or tying a towel around your head like a headband. And in terms of applying heat, I've never tried it, but I think that's also in conjunction with alternating applying cold as well, so I fudged that bit a little.

If you guys can think of any Felicity's Top Ten Weird Moments to suggest, I could be convinced to write them- or you are more than welcome to write a weird moment of your own! :)

Thanks for reading! I'd love to know what you think!