Welcome to my very first foray into FanFiction. All Olicity.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I just love what the team at Arrow has given me. I own this plot line and that is it.
It was a well-known fact that she loved technology. She geeked out over computers and programming and just about everything electronic she could get her hands on. There were times, however, when she got a break where she could just calm down and not think about anything that she liked to be as unplugged as possible.
Felicity had a rare day off from Q.C. and from the night drama of the Arrow. It was early evening and she had changed into her favorite pajamas and ungracefully flopped down on her bed. She had had a pretty good day. She had slept in. Did some shopping. Picked up her dresses from the cleaners. Straightened up her barely lived in apartment. She checked in with Diggle to make sure the team didn't need her for anything. When he'd said "no" two hours earlier she was glad. She had gotten a few emails that could wait until the next morning.
So now as 6:30 pm rolled around she was ready for a good book. Starling City was uncharacteristically quiet outside of her window. Criminal activity had gone down in recent weeks so heroic activity had thankfully lowered. She sent a text to Oliver, Dig, and Roy letting them know she would be off grid until the next morning. She cut off her cell and tablet and had turned on her alarm clock that sat unused on her night stand.
The book that she decided to read was a good old paperback romance novel. It was a regency period romance. She knew the formula. A shy wallflower, somewhat on the shelf, gets into a tangle with a handsome gentleman who did not notice her existence and good times and drama of all sorts ensue. After reading several chapters and finding herself falling irrationally in love with the flawed hero of the story, Felicity drifted off to sleep with the book lying open on the bed beside her and her glasses sliding off the bridge of her nose.
Oliver was in a monstrous mood. Felicity had been off for the day. She had set up his schedule and given him all the information he had needed to know for all of his meetings several days earlier. Everything was either on his phone, tablet, or desktop. However, today technology had decided to take the day off with his EA. His phone was not receiving texts or calls correctly. He was late for meetings all morning.
Finally, when the evening rolled around he was glad to be done with his corporate life and was able to step into his alter ego and work off his stress. When he entered the secure room that housed his Arrow life at Verdant around 8 PM, Oliver found a note that Diggle had scrawled and left taped to one of Felicity's monitors. He had been privy to Oliver's technological frustrations all day, so he knew better than to send a message electronically. The note said that he and Roy had left for patrol and would be going home after.
Oliver suited and geared up and went into the night to do his rounds across Starling beginning in The Glades and moving further into the heart of Starling. After a few issues with some would-be muggers, Oliver took a break. Realizing he hadn't heard from Felicity all day, and attributing it to his problems, he pulled out his phone and dialed her number. The call went straight to voicemail. Panic flashed through Oliver. Felicity never cut her phone off.
Since involving her in his life, Oliver had taken responsibility for the blonde dynamo. It was after ten, but he knew her phone should have at least rung. To put himself at ease, Oliver decided to check on her at her apartment. He needed to stop his mind from going to nefarious places.
Felicity knew she was dreaming. She did not attend balls or dress in Regency period garb. She knew that Oliver did not wear cravats. However, this dream was amazing. He lead her across the dance floor and she looked into his beautiful eyes and whispered his name.
Oliver slipped through the window that he knew went to her apartment's bedroom. He saw Felicity asleep on top of her covers. He glasses were beside her and her phone on her nightstand. He noticed a book lying open beside her. He picked it up and realized it was a romance. He chuckled because he hadn't realized that Felicity was into those kinds of books. The page that was open was a steamy love scene. Oliver's pulse picked up at the idea of Felicity reading erotic novels. As she moved in her sleep, Oliver quickly shook his head at his reaction and decided to leave. He put the book down and started towards the window. Before he stepped out he heard her sigh his name. He froze.