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"Well, I think…" Don't hesitate. Not now. "I think you deserve better than her." Good. Now turn around. Don't look back. Don't regret. Although he did just tell you he could actually care about you, did he not? Turn around and show him you do too! NO, wait stay on topic. Do not trail. Trail to that gorgeous body and those abs…OMG those abs. Seriously Felicity this is getting out of hand.
As she pushed the button for the elevator she could almost feel the manpain oozing from out of him and a stare down her back. Her cheecks flushed automatically, as she almost forgot the pain he had caused her. She looked up and away from him as she waited for the familiar ding from the elevator.
PANG! In a flash she was reminded of all the hurt he had caused her since Russia. There she was. In al her Russian glory, coming down the hall with a gracious walk and a somehow annoying smile on her lips.
"Miss Smoak." "Miss Rochev.", she briefly greeted the modelly legged woman. Don't look at him. But when in God's name had she ever listened to her own advice. She glanced up to see his eyes still firmly planted on her. A stare that send shivers down her spine and made her heart skip a beat. A stare made possible by intense blue eyes, filled with a thousand emotions of which she couldn't place a single one. A stare she could not break. A stare filled with endless tension, and feelings neither of them could bring to words. Not now. Not yet. And for a moment the time stood still. For a moment there was just them. For a moment there was no Isabel Rochev. And then, than moment was gone. A perfectly manicured finger traced down Oliver's chest, and the spell was broken. He looked away. No longer able to deny the presence of the woman the finger belonged to.
*DING*. The elevator… right. Quickly she stepped in because for the love of God she could not look at the scene that was undoubtedly going to unfold. Yet those eyes. Those blue eyes filled with the thousands of emotions she was longing to know, did not leave her mind. If only, she snickered.
"Felicity… Felicity…. FELICITY! Hello? Earth to IT-geek?" Suddenly a frowning Diggle was standing there waving a hand in front of her face. "What happened? Did something happen? Something better not have happened!" Like hell something happend! Oliver pretty puch admitted he cares about me, only to break my heart in the process and running off into the sunset with that Russian BITCH! Instead she just smiled at the big brother appearance Diggle always seemed to wear when around her and shook her head. "Nothing happened, okay. Oh don't give me the 'whoever happened will not have a face tomorrow' face. Even though I know you mean it well. If I want you to beat someone up for me I will tell you, just bes ure of that!" She smiled a genuine smile at her partner in crime who had over the past year become more of a family to her that she ever could have wished for. She did love him. And Oliver. Oliver. As fast as the happy atmosphere had taken over, it was gone.
As they both stepped out of the elevator she turned to face him. "I'm fine. I promise. Now go! Spend time with your lost-just-recently-found ex-wife! No, don't look at me like that I am a grown woman who can take care of yourself and if you don't leave right now I will kick you!" Giving him the most angry glare she could muster she stared him down until a smile started to appear. Shaking his head, he just laughed. Giving her a hug they said goodbye. "Don't you ever change Smoak!" "I couldn't even if I wanted to!" She waved him goodbye as she got into her cart o drive back to her own little appartement.
The entire drive home she tried not to think about anything else than her DVR. What should I watch tonight? Balls! I really should catch up on Supernatural! Hahahaha I made myself laugh. No seriously I might do that. Although the emotional damage it could do is also an important factor! I swear if Dean even makes a face tears will start to pour down. So maybe not. Happy. Think Happy. What makes me happy? Happy; home; Verdant; the foundry; Oliver…. Frustrated she hit the steeringwheel just a tad to hard. "OUCH! Well good job Felicity. Not only did someone else hurt you emotionally, you also managed to hurt yourself. Physically. Perfect. Just perfect."
She kept on babbling to herself as she fished her keys out of her bag and exited her car. "Goodnight miss Smoak!" The landlord. "Night mister Morgan. See you in the morning. Don't fall out of bed again or I will call your son this time!" She giggled out as she spoke to the old man. "I can make no such promises miss Smoak. No such promises!" She smiled at him as she went up the stairs. He fell out of bed a lot of times lately and so she frequently visited him in the morning to see if he was okay. Although every time she offered to call his son, he declined. He was a stubborn old man. "You know who else is stubborn? Oliver." DAMN YOU BRAIN!
She almost kicked down her own door in frustration and threw her bag on the ground as she took off her coat. As she stomped to her kitchen to treat her wounds to a nice bottle of red wine, she didn't notice the figure standing in the middle of her living room. Just standing there he watched her as she poured herself her first glass and grabbed a bag of chips from the cupboard. Finally she turned around to go sit in the living room. She let out a high pitched shriek and dropped her glass of wine in the process. She looked at the person standing there in silence. That was, until she recognised the person and anger started to boil up to the surface.
"OLIVER QUEEN!" She yelled. "DO NOT EVER SNEAK UP ON MY AGAIN. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY APPARTEMENT YOU SCARED THE LIVING PANDA'S OUT OF ME!" Living panda's? Oh what the hell just go with it. She paused as she took a deep breath calming her nerves. Finally, after a few silent minutes she asked, "Oliver, why are you here?" Nothing. He didn't move he didn't say anything. He just stared at her, with those intens blue eyes she had seen staring at her just an hour ago. "Weren't you supposed to be with miss Rochev? I mean I saw her coming up to you… I mean, you know, as I was waiting for the elevator. To go down. Downstairs. To my car. To leave. You. Not leave as in leave you, I mean we aren't even together. That would be weird, right? Right? I mean you're you and I'm me and….. I am going to stop talking in 3…2…1."
Finally there was movement as he stepped forward towards her. She looked up at him, looking into those beautiful blue orbes. "Felicity …" he started. But he didn't finish it. he just started staring again. "You know some people would find it off putting if they are stared at. I mean, staring isn't everything you know. There is this thing called talking. I happen to know a lot about this 'talking' thing. You should really try it sometime!" A hint of a smile played at his lips. There he is. She thought, happy to see her Ollie back. Her Ollie. As he stepped in even closer he opened his mouth again. She couldn't help but look at it. I mean come on a girl has needs to! As he spoke her eyes snapped back up to his.
"Sometimes actions speak louder than words", and with that he leaned down, cupping her cheek with his hand. He stopped briefly. Hesitating. Then as if he had taken a descision his lips descended on hers, and the moment they did. Her eyes fluttered closed. HOLY SHIT! Oliver Queen is kissing me! I am kissing Oliver Queen! Oh no! I am kissing Oliver! My friend Oliver! This is SO going to make for some awkward situations! Her mind went on, rapidly searching for an explanation but not finding one. And then all her thought went away as his other hand snaked around her waist, pulling her closer and the hand on her cheek now cupping the back of her neck. Oliver Queen was kissing her. That was all she needed to know and she saw that now.
There was no hurry. No deepening of the kiss. Just the feeling of coming home. Finally. When he pulled back he rested his forehead against hers. She opened her eyes to find a smiling Oliver looking at her. A true genuine smile. One he saved for her, and only her. As she finally found her words, she spoke. "What was that?" It was a kiss you idiot…. She kept looking at him as she let out an content sigh which only made his grin grow wider. "That… that was a promise. To you. I just… I needed you to understand. She, Isabel, she didn't mean anything. You do. Do you get that?" She just nodded at him, still confused. "Because of the life that I lead, I just think that it's better to not be with someone that I could really care about." She opened her mouth to say something but he cut her off.
"Felicity," god she loved it when he said her name, "I know what I said. And I know that I hurt you. But I thought that that was true. That I was right. But I wasn't. You were." A single tear slipped down her cheek and he quickly swiped it away with his thumb. "You showed me that I do deserve better. That I should not deny myself happiness. And honestly even though I might deserve more than her I never thought I could deserve you. I still don't." She openend her mouth once again to protest but he went on. "But even though I may or may not deserve you, you do make me happy. And I want to be happy again. Feel happy as I haven't felt since my years before the island. And somehow you do that Felicity. I don't know how and I don't know why but you do. So please. Please, Felicity please."
It took her a moment to let it all sink in. All these past months of sexual frustration weren't just from my side. All this time he was right there with me. "You were right there", she whispered. "I was. I am", he replied as he moved them into a hugging position. How right this felt, they both thought.
"I won't leave", she said. The trueness of her words audiable with every sound she made. "Thank you".
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