Disclaimer: I don't own Arrow, cause if I did there would be a whole lot more Felicity on screen.

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If anyone had asked Felicity's how her day had gone, she would have answered, 'surreal'. Even more surreal than usual, which was saying something considering her night job consisted of providing computer hacking skills for a wanted vigilante.

But unfortunately there was no one at Felicity's apartment to ask her about her day so it was up to Felicity to try and make sense of what had happened herself.

The strangest thing had happened with Oliver and she didn't know what to do about it.

She thought back over the day's events, trying to get a handle on what exactly had happened.

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Felicity sat at her desk looking up another name on the list on her computer when Oliver came over to her. Hard, lean muscle radiated with barely contained energy (it also didn't help that he was frequently shirtless around her). Felicity kept her eyes glued to her computer screen, and off of his naked chest. Felicity tried to think of a word to describe Oliver. Attractive seemed too ordinary; gorgeous was too soft and girly, sexy sounded too unsophisticated. Oliver Queen had a warrior quality to him. He moved with an uncanny combination of grace, agility, and power. He seemed always in control. Every word was carefully chosen (except when he was lying to her, he was just really bad at cover stories). Each movement was deliberate and contained. He calculated his surroundings and always seemed to be lying in wait, ready to pounce when necessary. Felicity wondered if he was that way before the island. But she would never ask.

"How's that information coming?" Oliver asked.

"It's slower than I thought; you are going to have to wait another day or two." Felicity replied.

At Oliver's silence, Felicity finally turned her gaze from the computer screen to look over at her boss.

"There's no reason to get angry." She clasped her hands in front of her.

He shot her a wry look. "Why do you think I'm angry?"

She tipped her head to one side, the motion sending a curl across her forehead. "Well, you're about to snap that pen in half." She said with a wave of her hand, indicating the Mont Blanc pen he was idly tapping against his thigh.

Oliver hesitated, then slide the pen into his pants' pocket. "I'm not angry."

"Maybe you should tell that to the vein on the side of your head."

Oliver was silent again. He appeared to be deep in thought, yet he made no attempt to move away from Felicity's desk.

"Felicity."

"Yes."

"I want to talk to you about something."

"Sure."

"Actually, I want to ask you something."

"Okay," she replied slowly.

"Why do you think I spend so much time here?"

"In the bat cave? Because it's where you train."

"Do you think there might be another reason?"

She hesitated, then answered "No."

Oliver grabbed a chair and pulled it up beside Felicity. He leaned forward in the chair and studied her through half-lidded eyes. "It may shock you to know there is another reason I like spending so much time here."

"Another reason?"

"Yes, another reason."

"Is it cause you get to hang out and do manly things with Diggle?"

"No."

Felicity started to fidget, unsure of where this conversation was headed. "Okay," she whispered.

"You see you have something I want."

She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. "Yeah, I know. You need my computer skills."

"While that's true, there is something else I want from you." He allowed the silence to stretch between them. Felicity remained perfectly still, her gaze locked with his.

Felicity could swear she could hear the sound of her heart pounding in the all too silent room.

Suddenly, Oliver leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "I want you."

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I want you.

I want you to go get takeout? I want you to work faster? I want you to jump off a cliff?

Felicity didn't know because Diggle had chosen that moment to return to the lair. Once Diggle walked in, Oliver had turned away from her desk and had acted like nothing had happened for the rest of the night. When it was time for Felicity to leave for the night, Oliver mumbled a good bye and then went back to his conversation with Diggle.

So, obviously that I want you was just the beginning of the sentence and Diggle had interrupted the rest, because there was no way on earth that Oliver meant that 'I want you' as an 'I want you, want you', you know, in a sexual way.

Well there was one thing that Felicity knew for sure, she was completely unequipped to deal with this situation herself. She needed to call in reinforcements.

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"I want you? Was it like, I WANT you, or I want YOU?"

Felicity took a sip of her drink, "Is there a difference? Anyway I'm not sure; this is why I'm asking you. I have no idea what's going on and I'm going to have to see him tomorrow. I'm about to pull my hair out."

"Don't do that, you'd look crappy in a wig," Carly smiled.

Felicity had thought about who she could talk to and the only names she could come up with were Diggle (which, yuck, no way she could have a conversation about sex with him) and Carly, who although Felicity didn't know that well seemed like a nice level headed person who could provide some decent advice.

"I'm just so confused; what did he mean? I mean, what kind of a thing is that to say? I want you? I bet he did it just to annoy me, he's still mad about me changing the security code on him, yeah," Felicity said, warming to the idea of a prank, "that makes more sense because no normal human being runs around saying stuff like that. It sounds ridiculous, like from a bad soap opera."

"It sounds sexy to me," Carly replied. "Look, you asked my opinion and here it is: I think Oliver want sex.

"Carly, that's ridiculous." Felicity replied, as a soft blush spread across her cheeks.

"This shouldn't come as a surprise to you Felicity, all men want sex. You haven't learned that by now?"

"You know want I mean. I'm not the kind of woman who inspires men to wild sexual passion."

"Felicity-"

"No, it's okay. I know who I am. I am an amazing IT specialist; I am a little quirky and babble too much. Men don't made pronouncements about taking me to bed."

"First, I think that's a load of bull, you are a beautiful woman who could probably inspire a lot of men to do a lot of things. Second, maybe Oliver sees something in you that he's attracted to, something he can't stay away from."

"You're making it sound like I could drive the man crazy with sexual desire." Felicity responded incredulously.

"Any man can be driven crazy with sexual desire." Carly protested.

"Yes, by the right woman."

"Maybe you're his right woman."

Please, Felicity thought, Oliver's kind of woman is someone like Detective McKeena, Helena, Laurel, all beautifully stunning, confident women. Women who were nothing like Felicity.

After a moment of silence, Carly finally asked the most important question of the night, "So, what are you going to do?"

Felicity didn't have an answer. She'd been trying to come up with an answer since the moment he had made his preposterous announcement. She didn't know what to do; she just knew that whatever she decided was going to forever change the relationship she had with Oliver Queen.

TBC….

Author's Note: So I should really be concentrating on the other two stories I'm writing, but this little story jumped into my head and the best way to get rid of it was to write it down. This story should only have a few more parts, but if there's no interest I'll just move on J