So here's the first little drabble in this series! This one is "The Ex Interference" where Felicity comes to Oliver's rescue when he is face to face with an ex fling of his! As always, reviews are very much appreciated!

Oliver tipped his glass of champagne, draining the last of the bubbly liquid before placing the empty chute on a passing server's plate. Adjusting his bow tie slightly, he scanned the room, taking in the elegant gowns, expensive hors d'oeuvre and intricate décor of another Queen Consolidated charity event. He had hoped to weasel his way out of this one, but with his mother just having been released from prison, the family needed to show a united front. So once again, Oliver plastered on his charming Queen smile and acted like he belonged.

Peering into the sea of dresses, a flash of color caught his eye amongst the black cocktail attire. He smiled to himself, knowing it could only belong to one person. Only one person would be bold enough to wear a bright dress to a cocktail charity function. Only one person could stand out in a crowd of the most beautiful and rich in Starling. There was only one person who could always bring him back from the edge of his darkness, and that was the one and only Felicity Smoak.

He tracked her movements from a distance, watching as she mingled with guests, laughing easily at their stupid jokes. For someone who always insisted she didn't belong in this part of his life, Felicity seemed to fit in quite well. Even though he knew how uncomfortable these events made her, he also knew how much it meant to her to always be invited. He could see the wariness in her eyes when he had invited her, the unspoken question there about whether she would be seen for what she really was, just a simple IT tech who didn't belong, but as he watched her he could see the easy sway of her hips and the relaxed posture of her shoulders. She was much too good to be surrounded by inconsiderate, rich snobs and yet she fought so hard to belong in this scene because it was something Oliver asked of her.

Oliver smoothed his hands down his jacket, preparing himself to tell Felicity how beautiful she looked when a familiar face in front of him had him halting in his tracks.

"Ollie?" the woman screeched as she rushed towards him. "It's so good to see you!"

"You too," Oliver smiled, all the while racking his brain for the woman's name. He silently cursed himself for his bachelor ways when he was younger. While her face was familiar, he couldn't seem to place her. He watched as her head tilted to the side slightly, a slow grin spreading across her face.

"It's Melissa Harvy. Tommy introduced us a few years back. It was before your little island excursion though, so I don't take offense to you not remembering."

"Melissa, of course. Yes I remember you now. How are you?" Oliver did remember that night, although he wished he could have forgotten it. It was just another drunken one night stand of his youth.

"Oh nothing new here" Melissa said as she stepped closer to him. Oliver could smell the alcohol on her breath and recognized the glint in her eye. "You know, I've been reading about all the hard work you've been doing for Queen Consolidated. How could you possibly have any time for fun with all you have going on?" Melissa's hands were now on his chest, tracing imaginary patterns. "We had such a fun night together when we met, do you remember?"

Oliver cleared his throat, trying to reign in his instinct to turn and run away as fast as he could. The old Oliver Queen would never run from a beautiful woman trying to seduce him, he told himself. "Yes, it was a good night."

Melissa smiled up at him as she crept closer, her body now almost flush against his. "Why don't we get out of here? All work and no play makes Oliver Queen a very dull boy." she whispered.

A throat clearing behind him had him spinning so quickly that Melissa almost topped to the floor.

"There you are!" Felicity said as she waltzed up next to him. Oliver couldn't help but notice the way the material of her dress clung to her hips. "I've been looking all over for you." Felicity rose to her tip toes and pressed a small kiss to his cheek. She pulled back slightly and winked, before turning towards a very confused Melissa.

"And you are?" Melissa said, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Melissa, this is my.."

"Felicity Smoak." Felicity said with a smile. "Nice to meet you Melissa. I'm so sorry to intrude, but Oliver and I really must be going now." She looped her arm through his and tugged gently.

"Well, maybe some other time then Oliver. I'd love to catch up with you." Melissa said, the seductive grin from earlier once again spreading across her face. Felicity didn't miss it.

"Oliver is really a busy man, Melissa. I tend to keep his schedule pretty preoccupied. Sorry, but I don't think he'll be free any time soon." Oliver stood back and watched the two women facing off, completely amazed and utterly baffled by what was happening. He was just about to speak up when Felicity's fingers intertwined with his. He caught the mischievous smile on her lips and followed her pull towards the entry way without so much as a glance back at Melissa.

Once they were out of sight Felicity released his hand before hitching forward in a fit of laughter.

"Did you see her face?" she said through deep inhales, trying to find her breath. Oliver just smiled at her, now fully understanding what Felicity had been doing.

"You just pretended to be my girlfriend," Oliver stated simply.

Felicity shot him an amused glance. "Well technically, she inferred that I was your girlfriend. I never gave myself that title. And you kind of looked like you were drowning there, so I decided to help a teammate out. What is it with you and brunette bimbos by the way? Talk about having a type. Not that you're that way anymore. Obviously you've changed, I just meant back in the day, you know before you went to that island and had your brain rewired. Not that you're brain is weird or anything, I just mean you've, you know, changed." Felicity bit her bottom lip, stopping herself from digging an even deeper hole.

"Well, thank you." Oliver said with a small smile. He stepped forward slightly, entering into Felicity's space. He could smell the light scent of her shampoo and realized that vanilla had just become his favorite new smell. "What can I do to repay you?"

"Oh I can think of a few ways," Felicity said, before she flushed and realized what she had insinuated. "I mean, I'll get back to you on that."

Oliver smiled before reaching a hand up to brush her hair behind her shoulder, exposing her naked neck. His mouth went dry at the sight. "Well, I'm ready and willing whenever, so you just let me know."

He couldn't of missed the glint of desire in her eyes if he tried.