Okay so I know I haven't uploaded ANYTHING in weeks but I have been struck by the most unforgivable writer's block in the history of EVER. Thankfully yesterday I had a bout of inspiration from nowhere (unfortunately not the kind I could apply to my current fic which I promise I will update soon) but in the form of a one (or maybe two) chapter story I've been thinking about writing FOREVER. It's not strictly Olicity (actually it's more not than is) but I included some cute scenes between Oliver and Felicity at the beginning and end anyway because no matter what, my heart always comes back to them. I wasn't sure quite how to format this but I hope what I decided on in the end makes sense; please let me know if you can think of a better way that I could present this! I'm not sure what the response to this is but I appreciate comments and reviews either way! Thank you for being patient with and and sorry again for the massive gap between updates! I hope this nearly 6000 word chapter makes up for it... xo, Lauren.


It was just after 10pm on a Friday when Felicity's phone rang. She was still at the office, like always. She had promised herself she'd be home by 4 at the latest today, but once again, she found herself behind her desk hours and hours after everyone else on her floor had gone home. She always got the most work done when everyone else had gone home which meant she often worked 16 hour days rather than 8, getting home some evenings when the rest of the city was fast asleep. In a weird sort of way, working at Palmer Tech reminded Felicity of her college days; doing minimal work during the day and depriving herself of sleep overnight to produce page after page of perfectly written work. The only difference now was that if she overdid it, she couldn't just send an email the next morning faking food poisoning and then spend the rest of the day catching up on sleep. Felicity was The Boss now, and if anything, employees were calling her at 6am with a variety of excuses as to why they couldn't make it in that day.

Pulling her eyes from her computer screen to glance at her phone, Felicity tried to refocus her eyes to see who was calling. After a few seconds of failing to readjust to something other than a 15" inch screen, she answered the phone anyway.

"Felicity Smoak speaking,"

"Oh hello, Miss Smoak, it's your boyfriend Oliver Queen here just wondering if you're actually going to be home at all this weekend or whether I should make other plans with other people,"

Felicity smiled and relaxed back into her chair. She should have known it would be Oliver, checking up on her.

"I'm sorry," she replied, stretching out the word sorry for several seconds.

"You should be! What if I'd made you dinner, expecting your arrival home at 5pm and it's still sitting there now, beginning to congeal?"

"Oliver, I'm never home by 5pm. If you'd done that I wouldn't feel guilty because you should have known better by now,"

She heard him chuckle softly and the sound made her save her work and begin to shut down her computer.

"Seriously though, when will you be home?"

"I'm leaving in the next 5 minutes, I promise. Did you eat dinner already? I can bring us some take-out or something?"

"Of course I ate already, it's after 10 at night, Felicity. I need to eat every two hours to keep from wasting away! But I am also not the kind of person to turn down a greasy pizza on a Friday evening so if you want to stop by a pizza place, it will not go unappreciated," Oliver laughed.

"Okay, got it. Anything else you want me to pick up on the way home?" Felicity replied, switching off the lights in her office and locking the door.

"Maybe stop by the gas station for chips and chocolate?"

"Why, are we having a sleepover?" she giggled, making her way across the dark and empty hallway towards the elevators.

"We live together, of course we're having a sleepover," Oliver laughed back.

"Good point, roomie,"

"Just hurry up and get home, okay? I miss you,"

"I'm getting in the elevator now, I'll be home soon. Love you,"

"Love you too,"

Smiling, Felicity hung up the phone and pressed the button to take her to the ground floor.


Several hours, a bottle of wine and 4 episodes of Scandal later, Oliver leaned over with a serious but somehow playful look on his face and asked,

"This is dumb but have you ever played Never Have I Ever?"

Felicity laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Now that takes me back to college! Why, are you asking if I want to play now?"

"I guess,"

"Don't we already know practically everything about each other?"

Oliver smiled, and kissed Felicity's cheek.

"We do, but it'll be fun to see if there's anything we've missed out,"

"Whatever. I'm halfway to ridiculously wine drunk anyway so I'll agree to anything I bet,"

Reaching over to refill their glasses with wine, Oliver handed one to Felicity and turned so he was facing her on the couch. Felicity stretched her legs out across Oliver's lap and put on what she hoped was something along the lines of a Game Face.

"Never have I ever dropped out of school," she smiled, knowing Oliver would have to take a drink.

"Should I take a drink for each school I quit or will one large drink be enough?" he laughed, giving Felicity's legs a mini punch.

"I think one is enough, we don't have all night," she teased, raising her eyebrows at him.

Still laughing, Oliver took a long gulp from his glass.

"Never have I ever puked all over my date," Oliver smirked.

"We almost made it 2 years without you bringing that up again, Queen. It was one time and in my defence, the guy was a terrible driver and never went below 60 mph, even when I warned him I was prone to the occasional bout of motion sickness," Felicity shot back, feeling her cheeks flush.

"Drink up,"

Scowling, she took a drink.

"Never have I ever cried whilst watching Annie," Felicity giggled, after a few seconds.

"I had dust in my eye!" Oliver argued back.

"You so did not,"

"Okay fine but the real question here is why did you not cry?!"

"It's just a movie," Felicity shrugged, grinning devilishly at Oliver.

She watched his face as he took another drink, smiling to herself at how utterly adorable it had been to look over and see him wiping his eyes at the credits rolled. In fact, when she thought about it, it had been one of the first times she'd ever seen him cry, and definitely the first and only time she'd seen him cry at a movie.

"Never have I ever waited until the second or third date to kiss someone," Oliver laughed.

"Never have you ever waited until the second or third date to sleep with someone," Felicity said, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, we didn't sleep together on our first date!"

"No but we hardly had a second before we did! And besides, I kissed you on our first date so I'm not going to have a drink,"

"I kissed you, there's a difference,"

Glaring at Oliver, Felicity took a quick drink.

"Never have I ever had sex with more than one person in the same night," she muttered, frowning.

"Hey, isn't the point of the game to find out new things about each other, not saying things we already know the other person has done?"

Felicity laughed.

"It's just so funny calling you out on dickish things you've done, in all honesty. The worst you can do is embarrass me, I've always been an angel," she teased, fluttering her eyelashes at him.

"An angel, really?"

"Really,"

Oliver thought for a minute, Felicity watching him intently, wondering what he was going to say next.

"Never have I ever kissed someone of the same sex,"

Felicity felt her cheeks blush before he'd even finished the question. She wasn't sure whether he expected her to take a drink or not but from his genuinely curious expression, she guessed the latter was the most likely. She watched his eyebrows raise as she took a sip from her glass.

"Are you honestly surprised?" she asked, smiling shyly.

"I honestly am,"

"Some girls are cute," she shrugged. "It's always baffled me that so many women are straight if I'm honest,"

"Some girls are very cute," Oliver agreed, chuckling.

"I guess I take back my previous statement of always being an angel. I did a few things in college that would probably surprise you,"

"Like what?"

"This isn't how the game works, Oliver,"

"Can't we just not play anymore and you tell me things you think would surprise me? That sounds like a more fun game,"

"And what do I get out of this new game?"

"That depends what you tell me," Oliver smirked.

"Fine, what do you want to know?" Felicity said, rolling her eyes again.

"Tell me more about the girl you kissed,"

"My first year of college, she was my first roommate. She was my first in a lot of ways, actually... I mean, I came to college with absolutely no real life experience, if you know what I mean. The only thing I'd ever known was books, computer screens and staying in by myself every night. So when I went to college and I suddenly had to spend basically every living moment with other people, I guess I just struggled to adapt. Anyway, one day my roommate, Laura, came back and found me crying. We'd barely said two words to each other the first week of living together because I avoided her like the plague; I'm really good at pretending to be asleep or in the bathroom, it seems. By the way, stop me at any point if I go off topic or you get bored, okay?"

"I love listening to you talk, I won't get bored, I promise. Stop worrying," Oliver smiled, placing his hand on Felicity's thigh.

Felicity smiled back and took a sip from her glass before continuing.

"Anyway, she came home one day and found me crying and for the first time, I couldn't avoid her. She just came over and sat with me and held my hand while I cried and for some reason, the fact that she was holding my hand when I'd avoided her all week made me cry even more, because I'd been the most ignorant bitch and now here she was trying to make me feel better!"


"Why are you being nice to me?" Felicity asked once she'd managed to calm down a little, wiping her face on her sleeve.

"Because you're my roommate! And if we aren't nice to each other then how are we ever going to live together?" Laura replied, squeezing Felicity's hand.

"But I've been ignoring you all week," she sniffed.

"Oh, is that what you've been doing? Honestly, I'm glad because I was beginning to think I'd simply been roomed with a human practicing animal hibernation,"

Despite herself, Felicity laughed. Laura was funny. The kind of funny that came naturally, the kind of funny where actual jokes weren't ever needed to make people laugh.

"I'm sorry for ignoring you... I'm just not too good at this whole, college thing I guess. I didn't realise there'd be quite so much socialising involved," Felicity admitted, leaning over to grab a tissue.

"Listen, if it's any consolation, I wanted a single room too but my parents aren't made of money. So I'm guessing we're both actually in the same situation! Meaning we're both going to have to learn to put up with each other!" she smiled, nudging Felicity's shoulder with her own to show she was joking about the last part.

"Yeah, I guess we are," Felicity agreed.

"So... I'm Laura, nice to meet you," she said, holding out her hand.

Felicity took it and shook it. "I'm Felicity," she smiled.

"Cute name, it suits you,"

"It does?"

"Yeah, you're cute so it suits you that your name is also cute,"

"Um... thanks?" Felicity blushed.

"My pleasure! Do you have a nickname you prefer?" Laura smiled.

"I've never really had a nickname. Everyone just calls me Felicity,"

"Well then Felicity, do you have any plans tonight? That don't involve pretending to be asleep?"

"Of course not,"

"You do. You're coming out with me! I have to head out now to meet my friend for dinner but I'll be back around 8 so be ready for then, okay?"

"Sure, where are we going?"

"I haven't decided yet. Wear something cute!" Laura yelled before closing the door behind her.

The room was silent and empty again and the quiet wrapped Felicity up like a blanket. Laura had been right; Felicity had applied for a single room too but it didn't quite fit the budget. So a double room was the next best thing. She silently chastised herself for avoiding Laura all week when in just 5 minutes she had become her only friend. Felicity's shyness and social anxiety had controlled her life for as long as she could remember and no matter how much she told herself that she wasn't lonely and was just meant to be on her own for the rest of her life, every time someone was kind to her who wasn't her mother, she realised just how much she needed a friend.

Felicity was in awe of how easily Laura had been able to talk to her and make her smile. If the roles had been reversed and Felicity had walked in to find Laura upset she probably would have just stood awkwardly in the doorway, stuttered some sort of sentence that was meant to be comforting and then left as quickly as she'd arrived to hate herself for the rest of the day for being completely incompetent when it came to people.

Shaking her head in an attempt to stop her mind filling with self deprecating thoughts, Felicity stood up and walked over to her closet. Laura had told her to wear something cute and even though their plans were hours away, given Felicity's track record, getting ready and leaving the house could take up every single second from now until then. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror and wondered what to do with her hair.


Several hours later, Felicity was ready and waiting nervously on her bed for Laura to get home. She hadn't been sure what outfit was "cute" exactly, but she hoped a black skater skirt, an off-shoulder white shirt and grey ankle boots somewhat qualified. She never wore much make-up and had opted for some soft pink blush, dark black mascara and a coat of pale red lipstick, and had changed her glasses from her usual blue pair to a black pair to match her skirt. She'd left her long, dark hair natural, letting its soft waves cascade over her shoulders and down her back. She'd contemplated painting her fingernails but had given up almost instantly on the idea considering her most notorious (and grossest) anxious habit was chewing on her nails so any attempt at nail polish would be pointless.

Felicity fidgeted as she waited, her brain automatically going over everything that could possibly go wrong tonight. She'd skipped dinner; the last thing she wanted was the end up throwing up everywhere if her anxiety levels got too high, as they sometimes did. As her mind raced, she tried to go over some breathing exercises and techniques she and her mom had been practicing in the weeks leading up to her moving away to college.

Moments before Felicity was about to change into her pyjamas and get back in bed to cry all night, Laura arrived home. She didn't bother to announce her arrival; after all, this was her home as much as it was Felicity's, something Felicity felt she'd never quite get used to. The first thing Laura did was take in Felicity's appearance, something which made Felicity feel both uncomfortable and appreciated at the same time.

"You look so cute!" Laura exclaimed after looking her up and down.

"I had no idea what you even meant when you told me to dress cute," Felicity admitted, smiling.

"No, I love it! It's cute but not conventionally cute. Like you. You're cute but not in a conventional way. That's a compliment, by the way," Laura laughed, undoing her own boots and changing into a pair of ballet flats.

"Thanks," Felicity replied shyly.

"I feel like I have to change now!" Laura joked.

"Don't, you look really nice," Felicity offered.

Laura was wearing a short black dress that hugged her every curve. Not that she had many curves; she was one of the skinniest girls Felicity had ever seen outside of a magazine, but rather than looking sick and malnourished like the girls in magazines, Laura looked a kind of healthy that practically glowed and Felicity instantly envied her. Laura had short hair, her blonde locks just skimmed her shoulders in soft curls, a look Felicity knew she'd never be able to pull off.

"Check me out all you like," Laura teased, reapplying her nude lipstick in Felicity's closet mirror.

"Oh no, I wasn't-"

"Dude, I'm kidding,"

Felicity laughed nervously.

"I'm sorry, I just... it's probably no surprise to you that I've never had a lot of friends so yeah, I know I suck at this,"

"Chill, it's okay. Lets just go before you have a nervous breakdown, okay?" Laura laughed.

Felicity nodded in agreement and tried to remind herself to breathe regularly as they left their room and headed down the stairs.


"Aren't you even a little curious as to where I'm taking you?" Laura asked, after she and Felicity had walked in silence for half an hour.

"Um, I figured you wouldn't tell me even if I asked," Felicity replied, slightly breathless from having to take two paces for every one of Laura's.

"Well I can tell you that we're not going to a frat party or anything, I promise," she laughed, reaching into her bag for something.

"Good, I'm not too great at parties. Of any kind... How much further is where we're going?"

"Not too far," Laura smiled.

Felicity wasn't sure whether Laura had picked up on the fact that she was struggling to keep up but thankfully, she seemed to slow down to Felicity's pace and walked next to her.

"What do you drink?" Laura asked after a few minutes.

"I don't really,"

"At all?!"

"Alcohol and anxiety don't exactly mix," Felicity laughed.

"Well you have me to look after you tonight, so here," Laura replied, handing Felicity a small bottle of vodka.

Simply holding the bottle of clear liquid in her hand was making Felicity nervous but she found herself unscrewing the lid anyway and taking a sip. Her mouth immediately burned followed by her throat as she swallowed it down and Felicity struggled to keep herself from spluttering everywhere.

"Rookie mistake," Laura laughed. "Taking sips burns so much more than holding your breath and swallowing a load of it,"

"Does anyone actually like the taste of alcohol?" Felicity laughed back, wiping her mouth.

"Probably not, but most people don't drink because it tastes good, they drink to have fun. Or to forget about stuff. Taste doesn't matter much to most people," Laura replied, taking a long gulp from her own bottle.

Felicity watched as she drank and tried to copy her, the thought of "forgetting about stuff" sounding too perfect to miss out on. Her second attempt was slightly more successful and her mouth didn't burn as much. She knew the alcohol couldn't possibly be having an effect on her already but she could have sworn that her head felt lighter and her hands weren't shaking quite as much as they usually did in any kind of social situation.

"So what stuff are you forgetting about tonight?" Felicity asked.

Laura smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Maybe I'll tell you after a few more of these," she laughed, somehow without much humour at all.

Felicity smiled back, somehow understanding. Turning her attention back to trying to figure out where they were going and was surprised to find the neighbourhood coming to an end halfway up a steep hill. A thin line of trees ran up either side of the hill and an unmarked road was the only indication that there was, or had ever been, anything at the top. Laura began to ascend the hill and Felicity followed behind, finishing off the rest of the vodka as she did so.

Thankfully the slope wasn't too long and they reached the top within a few minutes. Felicity wasn't sure what she'd expected but a lone bench, a public telescope and a trash can certainly wasn't it.

"I used to come up here with my ex a lot," Laura explained. "You can see the entire city on a clear day and nearly all the way into space on a clear night. Like tonight,"

Smiling, Laura looked up and Felicity followed her gaze. Above them was the most clear night sky Felicity had ever seen. As far as her eyes could see in every direction were thousands of shimmering stars, twinkling innocently in the darkness, light-years away, yet somehow right there, just out of reach. It was one of the most stunning sights Felicity had seen in her life. It almost made her laugh, knowing that so much beauty was always just above her, yet most nights she was too busy staring at a screen or a book to even step outside and look; it wasn't funny, but it felt it in that moment. Seeing the sky like that made Felicity realise with breathtaking intensity what a small and insignificant part she played in the world, yet simultaneously making her feel larger than life.

"Cool, right?" Laura smiled.

"Cool is definitely one word to describe it," Felicity giggled.

"I think you need another drink," Laura laughed, handing Felicity another of the small bottles of vodka.

Grinning, Felicity took it from her and swallowed most of it down in one go.

"Okay so you were right about it burning more the less you drink in one go," Felicity chuckled, sitting down on the bench.

Laura took a seat next to her, unscrewing the cap on her own bottle.

"So, Felicity... tell me something about you," she smiled, taking a drink.

"What do you want to know?"

"What's your favourite colour? What's your favourite movie? What's been the best day of your life so far? How well do you get on with your mother? Are you single?" Laura winked as she asked the last question and Felicity couldn't help but blush.

"Um okay, my favourite colour is purple except when it comes to clothes in which case black is the only colour I truly love. My favourite movie is The Breakfast Club usually but sometimes I prefer something darker like Carrie or Evil Dead. The best day of my life so far would have to be graduating high school just because that place and everything it represented made me doubt myself beyond belief so getting to walk out of there for the last time was the happiest moment of my life. My mom and I get on okay, I mean we're not best friends or anything but she's all I've got considering I haven't seen my dad for about 5 years and she works really hard to make sure I have a good life. And duh, of course I'm single. I mean, have you seen me?"

"Of course I have, I already told you that I think you're cute,"

"What about you? Tell me about you," Felicity replied, avoiding Laura's comment.

"Yellow is my favourite colour, Clueless is my favourite movie, the best day of my life was the day I met my favourite band, I don't really talk to my mom anymore or my dad and yeah, I'm single too,"

"I thought you said you come up here with your boyfriend?"

"I said I used to come up here with my ex, past tense, gender neutral pronoun," Laura laughed.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Felicity mumbled, suddenly feeling awkward.

"It's cool. It was months ago now. I'm guessing you're not into girls, right?"

Felicity coughed slightly and swallowed the rest of the vodka from her bottle. She was definitely feeling drunk now but it wasn't enough to disguise that the moment had suddenly become more intense than she could have anticipated.

"Um, I don't know. I mean, I've never really been with either. But I've always just assumed I'm straight, like, I've never thought about being with a girl or anything," she stuttered, wishing she had another drink.

"Well, do you think I'm cute?" Laura asked, smiling.

Felicity bit her nails and tried to think of something to say.

"You don't have to answer that by the way, I was just teasing. You're just so adorable when you're nervous, you know?"

"Do you have anymore to drink?" Felicity asked, avoiding Laura's comment again. She wasn't sure but it was beginning to feel like Laura was flirting with her.

"Are you sure? I really don't want to be responsible for your hangover tomorrow, I mean, you do have a class at 9:30 remember?"

"If we're going to have this conversation, I need another drink," Felicity giggled, nudging Laura with her shoulder.

What was she doing? Was she flirting back? For perhaps the first time since she was a child, Felicity's mind wasn't racing with excuses for her to leave and she took that as a good sign, that maybe Laura was the kind of person she needed to be around as much as possible. Laughing, Laura handed her over another drink, a bigger bottle this time that she said they could share. Felicity took a long drink and then handed it back.

"So, do I think you're cute?" she asked, smiling.

"Honestly, I was kidding," Laura giggled.

"You're... different. Like, I've never met anyone like you. You're just so comfortable with yourself and so confident and I admire that so much. You just look good, in everything, you know? Even first thing in the morning! Because you're so skinny but in the right way and everything about you just suit everything. So yeah, I guess I do think you're cute," Felicity said, trying desperately to calm her heartbeat so that it wouldn't burst into her mouth.

"I didn't know you'd even noticed me over the last week but it seems you've been secretly checking me out?" Laura chuckled, the porcelain skin on her cheeks flushing slightly.

"I envy you a lot, and I couldn't stop looking at you because I like to torture myself," Felicity admitted, taking another drink.

"You really don't see yourself clearly at all, Felicity. I've never met anyone as utterly unaware of how good they look,"

Felicity snorted as Laura took a drink, certain she was kidding with her now.

"Like, you sit around studying or playing video games with your glasses pushed up your nose and your hair piled on top of your head and no one would ever know that you look like this underneath it all," Laura said, gesturing her hands from top to bottom of Felicity.

"The only person who has ever called me pretty is my mom, and mom's don't count anyway. So thanks," Felicity smiled, feeling her neck and cheeks go warm.

"God, you're so fucking cute when you blush like that," Laura laughed.

"Stop it, I hate it! I hate that I can't feel anything without everyone knowing! Just for once it'd be nice to feel warm inside without having to turn red on the outside!"

"I love how readable you are! It's the only reason I asked you out here tonight. Because I've seen you blush too many times this week to just pretend you haven't noticed me,"

Felicity smiled, awkwardly, and was grateful that Laura handed her the bottle back just so she'd have something to do with her hands.

"If I'm making you uncomfortable, I'll stop flirting with you," Laura smiled.

"I'm always uncomfortable, it's nothing personal," Felicity smiled back.

The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds before Felicity shivered, unsure whether it was from the chill in the night air or the intense anticipation of the moment.

"Are you cold?" Laura asked, rubbing Felicity's arm, her eyes not leaving Felicity's.

"I'm not sure," Felicity admitted, enjoying the feeling of Laura's warm skin against hers.

"I really want to kiss you," Laura whispered, tracing the side of Felicity's face with her other hand.

Their faces were so close, Felicity could smell the alcohol on Laura's breath.

"I've never done this before," Felicity whispered back.

"It's just like kissing a guy, only better, I promise," Laura laughed softly, tucking a strand of Felicity's hair behind her ear.

"No, I mean I've never done this before, like, I haven't kissed anyone before," Felicity felt her face blushing as she spoke and she was glad that if anything, their faces were too close for Laura to be able to tell.

She felt Laura sigh, her warm breath on her face giving her goosebumps all over her body. Laura moved her hand onto Felicity's thigh and rested it gently against her before closing her eyes and leaning even closer to, so that their noses were touching. Felicity wanted to close her eyes but she was too mesmerised by the moment to think straight and she could only watch as Laura leaned even closer still and pressed their lips together.

The moment their mouths touched, Felicity shuddered and her eyes closed automatically. Laura's lips were soft and gentle, not seeking anything for the moment, simply resting right where they were. Warm energy flowed right through Felicity's body and she moved her hands from where they were resting on her lap, to Laura's back, trailing her fingertips along her hips as she moved them. Pulling her softly towards her a little bit more, Felicity opened her mouth and let Laura kiss her properly, the way she could tell she'd wanted to do ever since their lips met. Laura slid the tip of her tongue along Felicity's bottom lip, asking for entrance inside her mouth, her hand on her thigh squeezing slightly. Opening her mouth wider, Felicity let Laura's tongue collide with hers, tasting alcohol and a hint of peppermint, and heard a soft moan escape Laura's throat. Laura danced her fingertips along the inner-side of Felicity's thigh, trailing them up to meet the hem of her skirt, ducking underneath it slightly and then back down again to her knee. Not really knowing what to do with her own hands, Felicity kept them on Laura's lower back, stroking her thumbs back and forth against the thin material of her dress. Felicity wasn't sure whether it was the alcohol or the close human contact, but every nerve in her body felt as though it were on fire, every inch of her skin practically burning, aching to be touched.

All too soon, Laura pulled back and simply intertwined her fingers with Felicity's, moving them from her back, back to her lap again. Felicity couldn't speak, could only focus on Laura's lips, her eyes not moving from them, wanting desperately to meet them with her own again already.

"Are you okay?" Laura whispered, smiling.

Forcing her eyes up to meet Laura's, Felicity smiled back.

"Why did you stop?" she whispered back.

"I wanted to make sure you were alright,"

"I'm fine," Felicity promised, squeezing Laura's hand.

"You sure you've never done that before? You're a fucking good kisser," Laura giggled.

"I swear I've never done that before," Felicity chuckled back, feeling for the first time, unashamed of the heat running up her neck and along her cheeks.

Laura traced Felicity's neck with her fingertips, causing Felicity to first close her eyes and then blush deeper, and she felt Laura giggle softly, her breath once again warming her face. Before Felicity could apologise, Laura's lips were pressing against her neck and Felicity's words caught in her throat and all that came out was a quiet moan, a noise Felicity could never have imagined herself making. She uncurled one of her hands from around Laura's and danced her fingers along the warm skin of her arm, causing Laura to pull her closer, pressing their bodies together, her lips still resting on Felicity's neck.

"I feel like I'm fucking in love with you," she mumbled against Felicity's neck, the vibrations of her voice sending goosebumps along her body.

"Mmmmm," was all Felicity could reply as she wrapped her arms tightly around Laura's waist.


"Soooo, um, yeah, that was the first time I kissed a girl," Felicity laughed somewhat awkwardly, glancing at Oliver's face for the first time in a while since she'd been telling her story.

"You don't have to stop there," Oliver chuckled back.

"Why, what are you hoping happens next?" Felicity smirked, raising her eyebrows.

Oliver leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips.

"As much as I love having you all to myself and as much as I hate the though of someone else getting to kiss you and touch you the way I do, I can't help but hope you went back to your room and um... discovered more things about each other,"

Felicity laughed and kissed the end of Oliver's nose.

"I hate to disappoint you but all that happened when we got home is that we passed out cold and didn't wake up until lunchtime the next day. That was the first and only time I ever slept in and accidentally missed class,"

"So you never kissed her or anything again?" Oliver sounded disappointed and Felicity snorted.

"Duh, of course I did. Trust me, we did a lot more than kiss. But that's another story," she teased.

"Is she the only girl you've been with?" he asked after a few thoughtful seconds.

"Yeah, I guess. I mean, we were never actually with each other, we just messed around. She was my best friend but then also not at the same time, if that makes sense?"

"But she's not the only girl you've ever been attracted to, right?"

"Of course not! I already told you, girls are magical and majestic creatures who were put on this earth to be appreciated and worshipped and told how fucking gorgeous they are," Felicity laughed.

"Amen," Oliver chuckled back, leaning down to press his lips against Felicity's again.