It wasn't like him to lean close to whisper something in her ear. And it wasn't like her to giggle at that something, but she did, and she did so with a hand on his chest and a little more enthusiasm than necessary.

They were sitting at a table at the back of the bar in a secluded place for "privacy", when really, it was the perfect vantage point for him to scope out the crowd. And for her phone to pick up the signal she had been searching for.

Roy leaned back in his seat as Felicity pulled out her phone and began to run a decryption program, leaning back with him to make it seem like they were any other couple. Normally, it would have been Oliver and Felicity going on such a mission, but as Felicity had been going over the details in the foundry, Oliver had sighed in frustration; the club had belonged to an old "friend" that wasn't a friend anymore since pre-island Oliver had slept with his fiancé…the night before the wedding. So, he definitely wasn't getting inside, leaving Roy as the other option since Diggle had taken the night off to be home with Lyla.

Felicity shifted uncomfortably; since going back to work for Ray Palmer, she found herself in the chair at her desk much too often for her liking. She moved forward to stretch her back out, lifting her arms in the air and letting her head drop to the side as her arms came back down. She sighed with content as her hand came up to massage the side of her neck.

Roy had glanced over and caught the way her back had arched and her chest jutted out. He watched her hand come up to rub away at her neck and suddenly it was hard for him to remember just what they were there for.

"Roy!" Oliver growled in his ear, snapping the young archer back to reality; but who could really blame him? Felicity was a very attractive woman and it did not escape his attention. "Are you listening?"

"Sort of." He admitted because lying to Oliver was never a good idea.

"You need to get to the security room."

Roy glanced over to find the upstairs entrance blocked off by security guards. "Still occupied, Oliver."

"So cause a diversion." Oliver barked as if it were that easy; truth be told, he wasn't in the best of moods that night with Roy off on a mission with Felicity. While he knew Roy could hold his own against any danger, he wasn't so sure Roy could hold his own against the temptation that was Felicity Smoak, even if she didn't know what kind of distraction she caused.

Roy scanned the crowd, noticing he wasn't the only one whose eye Felicity had caught. A sudden possessiveness came over him as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, smirking at the few men daring to look in their direction.

Felicity had thought nothing of the gesture and sunk into the side of his body, letting her head rest in the crook if his neck.

"Oliver wants us to cause a distraction so we can get up to the security room." He stated, twisting to bury his face in her hair that was usually up, but she had decided to let it fall on her shoulders for the night.

"How do we do that?" She asked.

"Good question." He let his gaze fall over the crowd once again until his eyes met a pair of men in a heated discussion at the front of the club. "I don't think we need one anymore."

"What do you mean?"

As if on cue, the two men started throwing punches, catching the attention of everyone, including the two security guards standing by the stairs. As that fight had broken out so had another, and another, and before long all hell broke loose. The security guards had to leave their post in order to settle the crowd and that's when Roy pulled Felicity out of her seat to run up the stairs.

Inside the security room, Felicity had set up a small hard drive next to the computer she was currently copying all files from.

"How long?" Roy asked from his spot by the door.

"About another minute."

"I'm not so sure we have a minute, Felicity." He looked at her. "Sounds like everything's back on track in there."

"And done." She smiled in triumph, unplugging the hard drive and putting the computer back in its original state.

"Come on." Roy grabbed her hand to lead her back down the hallway, but the sound of heavy footsteps had him on high alert.

"Ooph." Felicity let out a small grunt as she had run into his back. "What's going on?"

"Felicity?" He turned to her. "Trust me?"

"Yes."

She gasped when her back had suddenly met the cold wall and Roy's lips were on hers. She inhaled sharply and her eyes were wide with panic; she was never really any good in those type of situations. She placed her hands on his shoulders to push him back a little as he had invaded every part of her personal space.

He took hold of one hand on his shoulder and pinned it against the wall, lacing their fingers together while his free arm wrapped itself around her waist to hold her close. Despite towering over her, his kiss was gentle and soft because the last thing he wanted to do was scare her and have Oliver kill him, but he's pretty sure the second part is already warranted given their situation.

Felicity felt her eyes grow heavy and before she knew it, she had relaxed into his grip and her fingers draped over his knuckles, intertwining their hands a little better. She finally understood why Thea had always seemed to be kissing Roy no matter where they were or what was going on around them; he was pretty damn good at it.

Roy dragged his mouth down her jaw to the pulse point on her neck, feeling her body shiver in response. The footsteps he had heard earlier were getting closer and he needed them to be caught in this position so they wouldn't look suspicious. He wasn't prepared for his nostrils to be hit with the strong smell of berries coming from her perfume and he sank his teeth into her neck as his hand at her waist came down to cup her ass and give a firm but gentle squeeze.

She gasped and cried out, arching her body into his, surprised at the sudden bolt of pleasure coursing through her.

"Sorry." He breathed, coming up to her mouth. "I'm sorry." Weaving his hand in her hair, his mouth covered hers again, meeting her tongue.

"Hey!" They heard, scaring Felicity enough to shove Roy away.

"Come on." Roy groaned, putting his hands up to shield his and Felicity's faces as a flashlight was shining on them.

"You two can't be up here." The security guard from earlier came to stand in front of them.

"Turn off the flashlight, man." Roy made sure Felicity's eyes were covered; she hadn't worn her glasses and he knew her contacts were starting to bother her. "Please?"

The guard turned off the light and lowered it, smirking at the sight before him. "Roy Harper."

"Crap." Roy mumbled, rolling his eyes while Felicity looked back and forth between them, a questioning look in her eye.

"Long time, no see, boy." The guard grabbed Roy's jacket and began dragging him down the staircase.

"Hey!" Felicity called, running after them, cursing at her high heels that she had insisted on wearing. "What are you doing?!"

"Felicity, get out of there." Oliver demanded before she caused a scene and drew unnecessary attention.

"And leave Roy here?" She snapped at him. "I don't think so."

As the guard pulled out cuffs and proceeded to put them on Roy's wrists outside of the club, it was as if everyone was in the right place at the right time.

"What's going here?" A voice caught their attention.

Felicity and Roy looked to find none other than Laurel Lance with a hand on her hip and a determined look on her face.

"Beat it, Lance, this doesn't concern you." The guard said with annoyance.

"You can bet it does." She took a step towards them, glancing at Roy's cuffed wrists. "He's my client and I have every right to know why he's being arrested."

"For trespassing."

"Is this true, Roy?" Laurel asked him.

"Not technically." Felicity cut in, glaring at the security guard. "Roy and I were let in-."

"I found them upstairs, a place that's off-limits to guests." The guard returned the glare.

"We didn't know that." Roy lied through grit teeth; his handcuffs were so tight that they started digging into his wrists.

"Now you do." Laurel nodded, understanding just what they were doing there. "Is this his first offense?"

"Not here." The guard held Roy by the collar to keep him in place.

"What the hell does that mean, Mike?" Laurel snapped at him.

"This kid used to steal everything from everywhere." The guard, Mike, sneered. "Cost me my old job, the little punk."

"Oh, so this is a personal vendetta, is it?" She smirked at him. "I'll be sure to put that in the report."

"What report?"

"The one I'll be typing up and sending to my father while I work on Roy's bail, since you're so eager to throw him in a jail cell."

Mike stared at her, but she looked at Felicity with a smile on her face. "And I'm sure his friend would make a fine witness."

"I would, indeed." Felicity returned the smile and stood beside her.

Mike huffed, taking the cuffs off Roy and shoving him forward. "You're lucky, kid."

"Thanks." Roy snorted, rubbing his wrists as Felicity came up and took his hand to lead him back to the car.

As Laurel turned to leave, she stopped and faked a smile at Mike. "Oh, and I'll be sure to add unnecessary force to that report. Have a good night, Mike."

Back at the foundry, Felicity was busy setting up the hard drive and going through the files she had copied, while Oliver and Roy sparred in the back; though, it was more like Oliver sparred and Roy was the punching bag.

Roy had been thrown on the mat so many times, he was sure his body left an indentation on it. He knew Oliver would be angry, he just didn't think he'd be that angry. First, he had gotten Thea into trouble so many times, he thought Oliver would kill him before he had the chance to explain anything. Then he'd broken Thea's heart, which didn't sit well with Oliver even though he was the one who said it was dangerous for them to be together. And now, he'd just got caught making out with Felicity in a club where they were supposed to be on a mission.

Felicity. The woman Oliver confessed his love to, only to be shot down. Roy thought it was childish the way Oliver was acting, but he couldn't blame him. But then again, he couldn't say he was sorry either. After Sara died, he and Felicity grew close and while he was still in love with Thea, it was nice being around Felicity.

"Oliver Queen!" Felicity gasped as he had thrown Roy over his shoulder again, this time knocking the air out of him.

Oliver rolled his eyes as Felicity marched up to them, sticking her hand out to help Roy off the floor. "We're sparring, Felicity, this is what we always do."

"Sure." She said sarcastically before her computer beeped and she ran back to it. "Looks like there's a bank robbery on the other side of the city."

"I'm on it." Oliver grabbed his gear and headed out.

"Right behind you." Roy grabbed his red hood.

"I think you should sit this one out." Felicity stopped him. "Your wrists are still all cut up and you can barely breathe, much less walk."

"But-."

"No." She said, walking back to her computers and reading file after file. She had been a little on edge since leaving the club, not really knowing what to make of what happened and how it would change anything, if it would change anything. "So…are we going to talk about what happened?"

"Do we have to?" He mumbled, coming up behind her chair.

"We should." Felicity nodded and turned her chair around to face him. "Since this happened…"

"What?" Roy asked as he looked her over to see if his grip had been too tight and he left bruises.

"Th…This." She blushed, brushing her hair aside.

"I did that?" He bent to her level and skimmed his hand over the bite mark he had left.

"Well, I certainly didn't do it to myself." She joked, watching him smile.

"Right." Roy nodded. "Sorry about it."

"It's fine." Felicity patted his shoulder. "It's was just for show, right?"

"Of course." He withdrew his hand. "Has uh…has Oliver seen that?"

"No. Why?"

"Because I don't want an arrow through me." Roy gulped and she laughed.

"I wouldn't let him do that." Felicity promised, turning back to her computer.

"You should talk to him." He said before he could stop himself.

"About what?"

"He said he loved you, Felicity." Roy put his hand on her chair to turn her back around. "And you walked away. You have to know it hurts, right?"

"Roy…" She frowned at him.

"I'm just saying." He threw his hands up in defense. "I think you guys should figure it out."

Felicity sighed heavily. "I think you're right…but it just needs time."

"In our lives, time is too valuable a thing to waste." Roy stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I wouldn't wait too long if I were you." He stepped back and returned to the training dummy.

She turned her chair and tried to drown out the loud punching coming from the training mat.

Roy grunted as he landed another blow; he wished it were simple. He wished that he had never met and fallen in love with Thea Queen, in turn never meeting Oliver and becoming a vigilante as well, meaning he'd never had met Felicity Smoak. And he wouldn't be feeling the way he was feeling; that maybe, just maybe…there might be some room left in his heart for a blonde haired, blue eyed, I.T. girl…as more than in a sisterly manner.

But he knew it was a stupid thing to wish for. Felicity Smoak and a guy like him? Never. Oliver would snap his neck in a heartbeat. While Felicity says things may never be the same, he knew she didn't really mean it. She loved Oliver. She wasn't letting go so easily after fighting so hard.

Not sure if I'm leaving this one at that or not. Just wanted to get this out there. Tell me watcha think!

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