I felt compelled to write about Oliver and Felicity because they're that compelling. So I hope you enjoy it. I'm not sure how many chapters this will be because I don't have much free time, but I presume at least five or six, but we'll see, depending on how the story unfolds. I just wanted to write a scenario for a good episode or two, not necessarily a whole book. Please let me know if you like it. This one will be more angst and romance and not as much smut. My Delena fic is about vampires so it called for lots of sex/smut, but Olicity isn't a couple that warrants a lot of smut, at least not now.
(By the way, I do not own these characters or claim to. I'm just writing a story about Olicity because they warrant it and all the other stories the fabulous fanfic writers tell about them. Olicity just deserve to be written about. I hope you like my version.)
Rated M for adult themes, action, some language, some sexual situations
(This story begins two years into Oliver & Felicity's working relationship. By day she still works at Queen Consolidated in the offices there and by night she's at the lair doing her Team Arrow thing.)
It was midnight and even though my body was begging for sleep, the thoughts running through my bruised head wouldn't allow me to sleep. All I could think about and persistently reflect upon was what had happened earlier and how I couldn't get it out of my mind. How was I going to act tomorrow? How was he going to act tomorrow? I was so confused and whole a lot embarrassed. How could I have let that happen? I seriously wasn't going to get any sleep, with all that was going on in my head, not to mention that nasty cut over my eye. I just knew I'd be awake all night.
I got up and walked to the kitchen. I opened the freezer and grabbed the pint of mint chocolate chip I had on reserve in my freezer and pulled it out. Before I knew it, I was scraping the bottom of it. I threw away the empty carton and headed out of the kitchen. As I was making my way back to my bedroom, I heard a faint knock on the front door. I looked over at the clock and it said 12:20. Who the hell could that be? I walked over to the door on my tippy toes and stood to the side of it with caution, and with a sceptical voice I asked, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Felicity. It's Oliver. I need to talk to you."
My heart dropped as I unlocked the chain from the door.
(Earlier that same day around lunchtime.)
"Excuse me, Oliver," I said as I walked into his office. "When you have a minute, can I ask you a favor?" I said as I stood in his doorway.
"I have a minute, come on in. What's in the bag?"
"Oh, it's just a dress I picked up at the department store during lunch."
"Are you planning on changing out of the dress you've got on?" Oliver jokingly said with a smirk.
"That's what I need to talk to you about. Do you think I could leave early from my 'night job" if you don't mind? I've got something I've gotta do."
"It must be really important if you want to leave me and Diggle in charge of the technical end of things."
"It's nothing, really, and please don't touch my equipment - I mean, my laptop."
"Well, it's obviously 'something' if you're asking for a night off. You never ask for time off."
"It's just that a friend of mine is in town and he called and wanted to go have a drink."
"He?" Oliver said with an inquisitive tone.
"Yes, he. It's a guy I dated in college. I haven't seen him in a few years. He called me out of the blue because he's in town. You can do without me for a night, can't you?"
"That remains to be seen," Oliver mumbled under his breath as he swiveled out of his chair.
"What was that?" I asked, moving forward having heard his response.
"Yes, you go out and have fun. You deserve it."
"Thanks, but I don't expect to be out very long. It's just drinks."
(Later that day)
The day seemed to come and go rather quickly and before I knew it, it was almost time for my date. I had gone home between my day and night job, took a shower, washed my hair, and then went to the lair for a couple of hours to finish up on some research I had started. I brought my dress with me so I could change into it when it was time. I didn't want to get anything on it before I had left for my date.
It was 7 p.m. and I was getting antsy. Oliver was busy doing his workout on the salmon ladder and Diggle was sitting quietly at a desk across from me. I was supposed to meet Jax at 8:30, so I decided I'd go ahead and get ready while Oliver was still around. I went into the bathroom and freshened up and pulled the hairband out of my hair. I flipped my hair a couple of times and I had just the right amount of wave helped along by the ponytail that had held my hair for the last couple of hours.
I slipped into the dress I had bought at lunch that I had paid way too much for. Oh, well, my job paid me well. I should spend my money on something other than bills every now and again. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was not disappointed in my purchase, but I hoped I was not overdressed. I wasn't quite sure just how dressed up I should have gotten. I didn't want to look like I was trying too hard but I didn't want to be too casual either. After all, it had been a while since I'd been out and, truth be told, I wanted Oliver to see me in this little number more than my actual date, not that Oliver had noticed anything I've worn before, but there's always today.
I walked out of the bathroom in my black mini dress and my favorite designer heels I've never had the chance to wear. I walked back into the lair and it was eerily quiet. Oliver nor Diggle were there. Huh? Where had they gone? More importantly, where had Oliver gone? Had he left on some mission? God, l really wanted him to see me in my dress. It figures. He probably wouldn't have noticed I had even changed anyway.
I walked over to my computer and shut it off and grabbed my purse hanging on the chair. As I turned around, there he was, Oliver, across the room leaning against the staircase with one arm on the rail and a wide grin on his face.
"Were you trying to sneak out of here, Felicity?"
I fumbled with my words and, as I took a step forward, my purse slipped out of my hands onto the concrete floor, and all of the contents of my purse spilled out onto the floor. I hurriedly got down to my knees and started picking up the items that had strewn across the floor, and before I knew it, Oliver was right there on one knee with me.
"Let me help you," he said as he was leaned down within inches from me.
"It's okay, it's okay. I've got it, I've got it," I nervously uttered repeatedly.
"You seem nervous, Felicity. Are you okay?"
Being in close proximity to you always makes me nervous, you idiot, you beautiful sexy idiot.
"No, no, I'm fine. I'm just not used to these new heels yet."
"And a nice pair of heels they are," he said with a smirk.
He noticed.
I smiled at him for far too long before I snapped out of the trance I seemed to fall in whenever I looked at him and I hastily continued to pick up my things.
"Thanks again, Oliver, but I've got this. You can go do what it is you do now. I'll lock up when I leave."
"Don't be silly. I'll wait for you and walk you to your car."
"That's not necessary. I'm going to call a cab."
"Why, where is your car, Felicity?"
"The transmission is shot. I dropped it off this afternoon. They're not going to be done with it until tomorrow."
"Well, then let me drop you off wherever you need to go," he suggested.
"Don't be silly. I'm sure you've got better things to do than to drive me –"
"Felicity, don't be so stubborn. I want to take you," he said as he put his hand on top of my shoulder.
"Okay, but you are not going to stick around to interrogate my date."
"I promise. Just the ride, Felicity, just the ride."
I looked at him and cracked a smile. I couldn't help it. He was always saying things that made it impossible for me not to smile at him.
"Well, that's the last of it, I think. Now, the hard part is going to be standing back up in these shoes."
"Let me help you up," Oliver stood before me with an out-stretched hand.
I looked up as my eyes followed his body all the way up to his face. All I saw was this man standing in front of me with his hand out and a grin on his face and all I wanted to do was spend the evening with him and not go on this stupid date.
I grabbed his hand and he practically pulled me up without even trying and I landed smack dab in front of him and I gazed up at him longer than I should, especially if I didn't want my feelings for him to be detected.
"Thank you for helping me. As usual, I'm such a clutz."
"Well, then, you are a very well-dressed, beautiful clutz."
I panicked a little inside by his unexpected response. I got the impression he might have, too.
What is happening right now? Did he just call me beautiful?
"Felicity…"
"Uh-huh," I couldn't find any words, so there you go.
"You look, um…"
When I saw him slightly bite his bottom lip, my entire body quivered.
"That's okay, you don't have to say anything. I know I'm not the 'leggy model type,' but –"
"Felicity, no one is making me say anything. I'm telling you, you look beautiful."
I took a deep breath and felt my heart racing. "Thank you, that's sweet of you to say."
We both sort of separated and backed away as nonchalantly as we could.
"So where is this guy taking you anyway?" Oliver quickly changed the subject.
"Well, I'm supposed to meet him at the Red Room downtown. But now that I don't have to call a cab and wait for the hour it takes one to get here, I guess I have some time to kill."
"Well, I can wait with you if you want me to," Oliver said in a sincere tone.
"Come on, Oliver, it's Friday night. I know if you don't have criminals to track down, you've probably got at least two girls lined up with a third on standby. Don't let me keep you waiting."
"Felicity, in case you haven't noticed, for the last two months I've been here with you and Diggle working on the weekends so there are no standbys, just Diggle and…and you."
"Oh," I said surprised but secretly satisfied.
"So why don't I run upstairs and grab a bottle of wine and I can pour you a glass before your date. Maybe you won't be so nervous."
"Do I seem nervous?"
"Yes, you do," he replied immediately.
"You're right. I'm so nervous. A glass of wine would be great. You don't mind?" I asked.
"Of course I don't mind. I'd do anything for you, you know that," he winked at me as he started heading out of the room.
I sat there for a few minutes wondering about my date and if he could in any way, shape, or form, compare to Oliver. I mean, it could happen, couldn't it? Who was I kidding? I had Oliver, all six-foot-whatever of him, all alone looking at me with those piercing eyes and that rock hard body and that sexy voice wanting to keep me company while I was waiting to go on my date with a guy I hadn't seen in a few years. The poor guy wasn't even starting on an even playing field. He was already in the negative and he was going to have to do something really special to make me want to stay out past 10:00.
As I sat there deep in my thoughts on my impending date and how he wasn't Oliver, Oliver had walked in unbeknownst to me.
"Hey, I'm back."
(Making a clearing throat sound) HEY, FELICITY, I'm back," he said louder.
"Oh, you're back," I said startled.
"I just said that," he said playfully.
"Sorry. So what did you bring me?" I inquired with excitement.
"I brought white and red. Which would you prefer?"
I'd prefer you but since that's not a choice…
"I'll take white. Thank you."
So after a couple of glasses of wine, I found myself a little buzzed.
"Uh, I think I better not have another glass of wine or I'll ramble more than I already do and make an unfavorable impression on my date tonight. I'd rather not get off to an inauspicious start right off the bat, if at all possible."
Oliver walked up to me and smiled, shaking his head. He took the empty glass out of my hand and placed it on the table next to me as he leaned over me very closely as he did it.
"Nothing you could ever do could make you look unfavorable, Felicity."
I looked at him wondering what the hell was up with all these compliments tonight of all nights.
"So do you want that ride?" Oliver whispered in a low husky voice.
God, do I ever. Okay, stop, Felicity. What is up with my dirty mind tonight? Is Oliver flirting with me or am I just imagining this?
"Oh, is it that time already?" I responded with the only thing I could think of to say in my flustered state.
"I think it is," he said without moving an inch away from his very close stance next to me.
God, he smelled so good. Did he have to smell so good, too? I couldn't help but inhale the scent of him with him standing inches from me. What the hell was he doing there anyway? Not that I was complaining.
"You smell really nice," Oliver whispered as he bumped his shoulder into mine.
He did not just say that to me, did he? Can he read my mind now? Is he messing with me?
"Thanks, so do you," another quick reflex response that tumbled out of my mouth before thinking it through.
Holy shit, I didn't just say that, did I?
"Um, I guess we should get going then," I nervously said as I wiggled my way around him and walked at a quick pace towards the exit. As I tried to open the door I've opened a million times, I couldn't for the life of me get the damn knob to turn. Before I knew it, Oliver was right behind me with his chest pressed against my back and leaned over my shoulder.
"You've got to unlock it first, Fe-lic-ity," he stressed the pronunciation of my name as he cracked a smile.
I giggled like an idiot due to my embarrassment and tried to play it cool.
"I knew that," I said while taking a deep breath and shrugging my shoulders upwards.
"Here, let me." Oliver placed his hand on my elbow and guided me to the side as he turned the lock on the door and then stood there.
"I just want to say something before you go," Oliver said as he turned towards me standing in front of the closed door.
Uh, you don't want me to go because you want me to stay here with you? Done.
"If for any reason you aren't having a good time or you need to leave because this guy is a jerk, you call me and I'll come get you, whatever time it is, okay?"
"Oliver, I…"
"Promise me. I don't want to have to worry about you all night."
"Why would you worry about me? There's no reason to worry."
Oliver suddenly locked the door back as if I said something wrong and he turned to me quickly, putting his hands on either side of my arms.
"Felicity, let's get something clear. I worry about you. I worry about you all the time."
"I can take care of myself," I said firmly.
"That's not what I meant."
"Well, what do you mean then?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
He got very serious and sighed loudly and I wasn't sure what he was about to say but the Lord knew I wanted to hear what it was.
"I know I don't show it all the time, but besides my sister and Diggle, you are single-handedly the most important person in my life. I feel responsible for putting you in the position you are in every day, which is a position to get hurt just by association. There are people out there willing to do anything to get to me. What I do is dangerous and you're right in the middle of it. So sometimes I don't even sleep when you're not around because I'm not there with you to protect you from all of this."
Well, by all means, come over to my house, be there. I'm not stopping you.
My mind wandered again.
"Oliver, I'm okay. I'll be okay. You've already saved me a few times from crazy lunatics and even myself at times and I'm sure you'll be there to do it again if I need you to. You don't have to babysit me, though. I have to live my life outside of this world we've created. You and Diggle are the most important people in my life too. I don't know what I'd do without you…(I paused longer than I should have)…and Diggle."
"Please be careful tonight, that's all I ask." Oliver looked deep into my eyes waiting for my response.
"It's just drinks. I think I will survive that."
He continued to look at me waiting for a different response.
"Yes, I promise, I'll be careful."
"That's better," he said approvingly.
Oliver raised his hand to my face and rubbed his thumb on the side of my mouth.
"Uh, Oliver, what are you—"
"You had a little smudge of lipstick..."
"Oh, thank you. Is it gone now?" I said as I put my hand to my mouth.
"Yes, everything looks perfect."
Awkward pause number 37.
"He's a very lucky guy, you know?" Oliver said as his hand slid down the side of my arm.
What is he trying to say here? I mean, shit! He's here being so sweet and attentive and he's practically breathing down my neck and doing that leaning thing and his mouth keeps uttering things I can't even comprehend at the moment. Seriously, I have no interest in leaving the spot I'm standing in at this moment to go on some date with Jake…I mean, Jax, right now. So unless he brings it up, I'm going to continue to stand here with him inches from me. Your call, Oliver.
"Felicity…"
"Yes, Oliver..."
"Do you really have to go on this date?"
Oh, my God. Is he going to ask me to not go? Could he be jealous? I'll cancel this date in a New York minute, Oliver. Just give me one reason to.
"Why would I not go on my date?"
"Well, I was thinking…" he paused mid sentence.
"What are you trying to say, Oliver?"
"Well, I was thinking…I really need to get a handle on this new very real threat that is supposed to be heading into town or already here and I may need you here if something comes up."
That's it? That's his reason? Hell no.
"Can't that wait until tomorrow? Are you even sure these criminals are here or heading into Starling City? I know Diggle had said it was just a hunch from one of his informants. I think it can wait until tomorrow, right?
"You're right. Don't listen to me. I want you to have a good time."
What was that all about anyway? Was that some lame attempt to get me to work over time or did he not want me to go on this date for some reason? I don't really care at this moment because now I am too frustrated. A minute ago he was making me feel like he was actually attracted to me and now he's wanting me to go have a good time? Those two things do not coincide at all with how I thought he was feeling. I am so in this crazy attraction slash crush slash love story all by my damn self, aren't I?
I moved around him as fast as I could and unlocked the door and walked out.
"Felicity, hold up a second. I left my keys on the table. Let me get them."
I didn't listen, I just walked as fast as I could to put some distance between me and Oliver. I didn't want him to see me frustrated and ask me what was wrong. I obviously read too much into Oliver being nice to me and I just needed a quick breather. Deep breaths, deep breaths. By the time I got to the car, I planned on being my normal quirky self.
As I approached Oliver's car, it was really dark and I just knew I was going to trip in these heels. Somehow I managed to make it to the car unscathed, but I immediately felt someone behind me. I assumed it was Oliver who had caught up to me, so I turned around with a smile and was all ready to act completely unaffected despite my real feelings. As I turned around swiftly, I was caught off guard by a disheveled stranger who had walked up on me and was invading my personal space and looking rather menacing.
"Give me your purse, Bitch."
"What did you call me?"
He pulled out a gun and put it to my head and coldcocked me with it. "Bitch, I said…"
That was the last I heard from him or me, for that matter, until I came to.
(To be continued...)
