This wasn't how he actually imagined this happening, because yes, he would be lying if he said he didn't imagine just this.
They were both breathing heavily, having just run from two or three guards who had caught them sneaking into another club in Starling City, one that was reputed to be a site of drug smuggling.
And it was just supposed to be that. A mission. Not… being pressed so tightly against Felicity that he could feel every curve of her against his chest. He shouldn't be on the road to become familiar with how soft she was, how her eyes were warily glancing at him, both in fear and in anticipation.
He couldn't help but tighten his hand around her waist, feeling the soft smoothness under his fingertips, and he couldn't help but let his fingers graze the sides of her abdomen. Felicity shuddered, and a small part of him was hoping that he was the reason behind that reaction.
He let his forehead rest against hers as they heard the guards run closer in their direction. Any moment they could get caught and all he could think of was her, the feel of her under him and he had to quiet a dark voice in his head that reminded him that this is exactly what she would feel like under him on a bed.
Felicity's eyes widened as they heard the guards' voices coming closer, and she shut her eyes in anticipation, knowing that they were close to being caught in a restricted area of the club.
Oliver nudged her head up, and he looked at her, wondering if… just this once. Just once. That's all he wanted. A glimpse. A taste.
Felicity nodded, and he wondered how much he was conveying with his eyes and wondered how she could understand him without words.
He nodded once more to make sure, and when she nodded again, he lowered his lips to hers right before the guards flashed a light at them.