A/N My first prompt fill, well kinda. Hope it doesn't suck. Got the idea from Emily's tweet about condoms
It was a long night for Oliver. He had spent most of the day looking for a job and most of the evening trying to Chase down some the last remaining members of a gang that had been terrorizing the glades.
It was hard to imagine that not too long ago he would have returned to the comforts of Queen manor after a night of hard vigilante work. Now, he was forced to make due with sleeping in his back up lair. To be honest, it wasn't all that bad. He had experience plenty worse on the island. Even the living conditions Waller had set him with in Hong Kong were more deplorable than his new Foundry.,
What Oliver missed the most about the manor was the little luxuries he had gotten used to. His clothes were always washed and neatly folded by the time he got home. Whatever he needed had always been placed within his reach. Now, because of his current financial predicament, he had to restock his own supplies. It was a chore that he forgot to do more often than not.
He was famished by the time he got home. Despite the fact that he was hurt, tired, and hungry, the first thing Oliver did was carefully place the bow that Felicity had designed for him on its stand. Then he stripped of his leather top and unceremoniously dropped it on the floor. He could still feel the small trail of blood that dripped down from a gash. It was shallow wound at best, the result of a lucky swing by one of the gang members. He paid dearly for drawing Oliver's blood. Oliver left him hanging upside down, tied by the feet to a street lamp.
When Oliver got to his poor excuse for a refrigerator though, he found it completely scarce except for a couple of energy drinks. He growled in frustration. What he needed now was hard and solid food.
He quickly changed into an old pair of sweat pants and placed a simple shirt on, ignoring the fact that the blood was surely seep through. His most pressing concern was filling his stomach and not a stain on one of his old shirts.
He got on his motorcycle and sped a little faster than was necessary to the closest convenience store. He entered the convenience store, fully aware that the store clerk was eyeing him closely. Oliver couldn't blame him. Even with the arrow patrolling the city, crime was still abundant and it was only natural that employees of any establishment that stayed open would remain vigilant. It probably didn't help that Oliver looked like he was dragged through the street after being through a fist fight. Appearances though was not one if his concerns, especially at this time of the night where there was no chance of someone he actually knew seeing him. So he ignored the look and headed for the isle where his favorite fruits would probably be located in.
It wasn't long, however, when the bell rang to indicate the arrival of another customer.
"Hi," an all too familiar voice rang through the store. "I need a pack of condoms please."
Oliver's heart stopped at what he heard. Instantly the fruits he had been holding fell to the ground, completely forgotten. He raced to the front of the store, nearly tripping over several display racks. All his natural agility was forgotten as well as he desperately tried to get to the front of the store in an effort to convince himself that Felicity, his Felicity, was not here in the middle of the night buying condoms.
Moments later, his hopes were dashed. There in front of the counter was a stunning looking Felicity pointing to the pack of condoms she had wanted to buy.
"Felicity?" Oliver's voice was louder than it needed to be.
Felicity turned and her eyes went wide shock as she recognized the man who called her name. Clearly she had not been expecting to run into anyone she knew.
"O-Oliver," she whispered as her cheeks began to turn bright red. She realized belatedly that she was holding the pack of condoms in front if her as if she was advertising what it was exactly she was buying.
An uncomfortable silence filled the store as the two partners stared at one another. As was often the case between the two, words gathered at the tip of their tongues but refused to come out.
It would be so easy, both of them thought at the same time. They both knew that being together would be easy and natural for the two of them. They were on the precipice already, having danced around their feeling for months in the wake of his declaration that he loved her. It had been a ruse to fool Slade, but they both knew that what Oliver had said that night was the truth. He never was any good at lying, especially to her.
Their thoughts were interrupted, finally, by the bell that signaled the store door opening.
"Felicity?" A man dressed in a suite approached Felicity behind. "What's taking so long?"
Already, Oliver could feel the bitter heat of jealousy rising in him as the man wrapped his arm around Felicity's slender waist.
The man who Oliver assumed had been Felicity's date, followed her gaze until his eyes fell on Oliver.
"Is this bum bothering you?" The man laughed as he stepped protectively in front of Felicity.
"No, he-" Felicity tried to explain, but her date all but ignored her. He continued walking forward. His chin was raised slightly, a clear sign that he believed himself to be several stations above Oliver.
"Why don't you beat it?" The man said as he pushed Oliver ever so lightly on the shoulder. "Crawl back into the alley you live so that I can see what the lady is wearing underneath."
Oliver wanted to retaliate, but Oliver was afraid of sending the man into a coma from which he would never wake. It was one thing to insult him, but it was unthinkable crime to be rude to Felicity Smoak.
Thankfully, it was Felicity who spoke up. Not only was she offended by how her date would treat another person, he had insulted one of her dearest friend. How dare her date say such a thing to Oliver? The Arrow had given up so much for the city and for his efforts Oliver was rewarded by having his family and wealth stripped from him.
Felicity marched up to her date and poked him on the shoulder right where Oliver had been pushed.
"You," Felicity jabbed him again with her finger. "Will never get to see what I'm wearing underneath."
In the same instant, Felicity grabbed Oliver's hand and began pulling him outside. She would not allow the man who worked so hard to protect the people of Starling City to sleep in his back up foundry for one more night.
"You're coming home with me," Felicity declared. "My bed is big enough for the both of us."
Grinning, Oliver let Felicity drag him to her. As he passed Felicity's stupefied dated, Oliver could not help whisper.
"She's wearing green."
Several months later, when Oliver told her again that he loved. This time there was no ruse and no threat. They barely made it to Felicity's bedroom that night. But when they did, Felicity reached to open the drawer on her nightstand and found the very same condoms she had purchased.
A/N this story is for olicityalways
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