Oliver felt it was the perfect moment to be absolutely honest with her. He'd never felt the need to talk about his feelings before. About her influence in his life. Because that's what Felicity did, almost without noticing.

"The entire that I was gone I could never… completely trust someone. And when that goes on long, you stop… seeing people for people. You see… threats. Or targets. And when I decided to come home, I just didn't know how to turn part of me off. Then I walked into your office. You were the first person that I could see as a… person. There was just something about you."

"Oh, yeah, I was chewing on a pen."

"It was red." And this made Felicity smile. He had really noticed her. He had noticed something as insignificant as that red pen. Suddenly, it didn't seem that insignificant anymore. Now it wasn't just an ordinary red object.

None of them could help but replay that moment in their mind. Because that was the moment that changed everything. Both of their lives took an important turn. Oliver never thought of falling in love with the babbling IT girl. For him, she would just help them. Once. And then it was two. And three. Until he just couldn't hide anymore. His excuses were really bad.

It's a little hard not to fall in love with Oliver Queen, like Barry Allen had told her once, "Millionaire by and day and hero by night." Oliver could have anyone, and he actually did, without feeling bad about it. But the Oliver Felicity knows is very different from the one the rest of the world knows. To her, he's that man with the complicated personality. Cold most of the time. With a million unresolved problems, both past and present. The hero who tries to save the city and keep his beloved safe. The rest of the people… saw him as 'Oliver Queen the millionaire.' And his not-so-good reputation with women.

To Felicity, a relationship with Oliver was unconceivable. He could have any woman and she wouldn't be on that list. Because she knew perfectly well the Oliver she knew was incapable of a serious relationship. Her relationship with him was only platonic, because she wouldn't allow herself to let it become something else. She always watched him. Listened to him. Always told him what she had to. Because she's the one who tells him everything, without fear.

Then, one day, Oliver asks her on a date… and she undoubtedly accepts. And that date became a turning point in her relationship with Oliver.

"Do you remember when I told you that because of what we do, I didn't think that I could be with someone that I… that I really care about?"

"Yes, I remember." How could she forget that moment? No one could.

"So maybe I was wrong

And she smiled. She smiled because she was beginning to realize the situation. This time everything was real.

"Oliver… Do you mean that…?"

"I mean than maybe… I'm ready to be with someone I really care about."

"Oh…" Felicity didn't know what to say. In her mind, lots of absurd sentences sounded. In her mind everything sounded better, but this time she preferred not to say anything. She just stared at him.

"I'm trying to be honest with myself. It's complicated, because I never had to before. These last few years, I've spent most of the time lying to myself. I don't allow myself to feel…

"It's impossible not to feel…"

"One gets used to not letting feelings affect you." She was staring at him. Analyzing each word that came from his mouth, without taking her eyes off him. "But you changed all that. Felicity," he said, taking her hand and stroking it softly. "I let myself be the person I am today because of you." And she smiled again, because she never imagined him saying something like that. "You make me a better person."

"You always were. I mean… I never saw you the way you see yourself. There's always something more. Something we're not able to see." Oliver grinned, and it was a true grin. Because every time he truly did, it was because of her.

Their dinner came. He'd ordered spaghetti carbonara and she'd asked for meat ravioli. The conversation went on, without any reference to the possibility of a relationship. No one wanted to mention it. They were both afraid. Afraid of being rejected. Even though they were both on the same page. They both wanted the same.

For the first time forever, Oliver spoke with his heart. He really needed to share his feelings with Felicity. Even if he hadn't shared them literally. When it comes to saying things clearly, Oliver isn't your go-to guy. He tries to, but it's more complicated than everybody thinks. He never allowed himself to think about his feelings for her. Not even the possibility of their existence. For him, it was easier to have a relationship with Sara. He didn't have to explain anything to her. She'd gone through the same as him and none of them had anything to offer. He didn't worry about hurting her. It wasn't a serious relationship, just the need of being with someone.

"Thank you for taking me home." After dinner, he'd offered to walk with her. He felt safer that way.

"I'm just trying to keep you safe."

"I'm safe, I'm here."

"I'm glad you are."

They were both using their flirting tone, the one they used when she gave him that fern. It just came natural to them.

"Well… I'd better get in," said Felicity. Oliver just nodded and didn't say a word.

She turned around, attempting to enter her house while he gazed at her. He wasn't leaving until he saw her inside.

"Felicity…" Oliver said, attracting the blonde's attention, who had already taken her keys out of her purse. "Thank you for tonight." He took a few steps towards her, grinning. When it comes to Felicity, he can't stop himself.

"Thanks to you." She smiled back. "I loved to hear that side of you I didn't know until today."

"It wasn't easy…"

"I know!"

Silence.

"Do you want to come in?" She hesitated a couple times. She finally asked him and didn't regret it. Felicity isn't the type of girl who invites anyone in, much less her dates – not that she had many; or any, really – but Oliver… Oliver wasn't just any date.

"Are you sure?" Oliver doubted.

"What could possibly happen? It's not like you and I are going to… It's not like I'm asking you to…" she started babbling as usual.

"Felicity," he chuckled.

"I'm sorry, are you going to come in or are we spending the night out here?"

"I'll come in."

It wasn't the first time Oliver was in her house. He'd spent a couple nights there, when he had nowhere else to go.

Felicity left her keys on the console table. Oliver closed the door. Everything was so tidy. Felicity liked tidiness, even if she had little time for it.

"You can sit down… if you want to. You don't have to stand," she said, funny and nervous. She wasn't quite sure why she had invited him in. Maybe they had too many things left to solve… or she simply wanted to spend more time with him.

Oliver took off his grey jacket and left it on the sofa.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to play some music. I always do… It helps me when I'm nervous."

"You're nervous?"

"You're not?"

They both laughed.

None of them was sure what to do or say. None of them wanted to ruin the moment. They were fine like that. They were having fun.

"Do you want anything to drink? I know a glass of wine would be the proper thing, but given what I've had and the fact that I only have one bottle of Whelch's in the fridge… I guess that'll do.

"Whelch's is fine," Oliver grinned.

"Moreover, I'm still waiting for that bottle you promised me a year ago," she said, taking out two glasses and placing them on the table.

"I remember that promise. Although… now that I don't have such a large wine cellar, it may take me longer to keep it." Felicity just smiled and went to fetch the bottle of Whelch's.

"Here it is." She showed him the bottle proudly.

Felicity opened the bottle and poured some soda into the glasses. James Morrison's Give Me Something was playing in the background. Oliver stood up and walked towards her. Felicity turned and looked at him, still with both glasses in her hands. Without a word, Oliver placed one of his hands on her waist. She left the glasses on the table, realizing he wanted to dance. And you couldn't deny Oliver Queen a dance. She'd already done that to dance with Barry Allen, but that didn't matter now.

They allowed themselves to be swept away by the music. The meaning of the song wasn't important. They weren't listening. Felicity had her hands on his shoulders and her head down, avoiding any contact with his eyes. However, Oliver couldn't nor wanted to take his eyes off her. They were nervous. It was natural. They didn't want to move away from each other, or for that dance to end. That's why they didn't when the song ended and the next one started. This time it was In My Veins. Once again, they weren't aware of the lyrics, only the melody and the smooth movement of their bodies.

One day you meet someone and they turn your life around. One can't choose who to fall in love with. They didn't choose to fall in love with each other. But it happened. Unintentionally. Preventing it from happening. Denying it. They met. They trusted each other. Each of them was like a beacon of light in the other's life. Felicity's that light Oliver needs in his deep darkness. She's like that fire keeping away the cold. She's just the support he needs. Felicity's the person needed for his person.

Say Something finally played, and that was the last song they danced this time. Felicity looked up and saw that he was staring at her. He hadn't stopped doing so. The music played and they both got lost in each other's eyes. Suddenly, they stopped dancing. They just stared at each other. And time seemed to stop. Nothing else existed. Oliver's problems had disappeared. The only existing fear was the end of that moment. His only fear was losing her. Just like her fear was losing him. Because now she could feel he was hers. Oliver was hers in that moment. They'd wished for this for so long. They'd imagined this, whether in a dream or like a platonic thought. They both could feel the other's breathing and beating of their heart. And in a matter of seconds, they closed the short distance between them. Their lips touched for the first time and everything seemed to make sense. Everything had been worth it. That kiss was special. That kiss marked the start of something. Felicity could feel he truly loved her – just like Oliver could feel her feelings for him.

They moved away from each other slowly, breathing heavily. And they looked at each other. And with that, they said everything.

"Tell me it's not a dream, because I don't intend to wake up if it is," Felicity murmured looking down, saying no more.

"Hey…" he whispered softly, with one hand on her face. "What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid this is all another trap to trick one of the bad guys…"

"I'm swear I'm being totally honest with you. I've always been."

"Always?"

"Always."

"Even when…?"

"Even when I was trying to trick Slade. I was always honest with you. With me… not so much."

"Oh…"

"My feelings for you don't change, whether I'm Oliver or Arrow. I don't know what's going to happen from now on, the only thing I know is that I don't want to be without you."

Thanks to my friends for the help! I hope you like it and enjoy it. Reviews are appreciated. There's a sequel coming!