A/N: Hey guys! So I'm new to writing fanfic and I really wanted to give it a whirl. I adore writing and have read a lot of stories on this site already. I hope you guys enjoy! Just a warning, Felicity may be slightly OOC.
Disclaimer: If you know it, it's not mine. All credit goes to DC, CW, Arrow, and the song's artists.
Humming to herself quietly, Felicity scoured the internet for the perfect dress. Well actually, the newest perfect dress in a long line of beautiful dresses. Being the EA to the CEO of a Fortune 500 company sure has its perks!
She knows she really shouldn't be doing this in company time, but between that and their nightly work she didn't have much time to herself these days. Not that she was complaining! Well maybe she was a little – would it kill Oliver to let her have a day to relax in her pjs with Game of Thrones? Okay it probably would, but that's not the point!
Ugh! She has to get out more! Unfortunately the closest she got to that these days were galas, fundraisers and whatever other company requirements the PR department throws their way.
Glancing through the glass wall between their offices, Felicity could see Oliver was trying to understand the reports she had given him earlier. She's not even sure he realises how lucky he is to have her – she spends any "free" time pouring over the ridiculously long reports and types up a short version for him to look at and base his decisions from. He picks that moment to look up at her with some emotion in his eyes she can't place, so before she could try to – and hopefully before her embarrassment at being caught staring shows – she busies herself once more.
Checking what exactly the fancy party is for this time, she realises it's THE annual company gala. A party for all the employees at QC and the investors to enjoy and try to relax – complete with an open bar. Thank the great God Google!
As soon as she re-opens the shopping tab, she finds the one. Extremely classy and elegant in one way, yet one she knows will fit her body like a second skin and be sexy. Not that she's trying to impress anyone. Nope. Not even a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed, beautiful billionaire she's had a little more than a crush on since he first visited her cubicle.
Quickly thinking of all her accessories she knows exactly what she'll wear with the dress, and is pleased to see it'll be delivered in two days – the day before the gala Saturday night. At least she'll get the chance to try it on!
Since she was on top of her work for at least the next week (what? She likes to be prepared) she checked the building's security cameras and finds that she, Oliver and Diggle were the only ones left in the building. Well, she's waiting for Oliver to finish anyways as Digg gave them both a lift in, so she decides to open YouTube.
Quickly finding her playlist and playing new fave "Problem" she skips over to Diggle and starts dancing with him.
She already decided a long time ago that Diggle was like her older brother she never knew she wanted. He was so caring and carefree that she didn't have a hard time having a laugh or cry with him. Recently they started going clubbing every other week so he's seen her in every state she could possibly think of.
"Woo Smoak, you got some moves girl!" Digg said while playfully slapping her ass.
Laughing, she replied "you know how I love to twerk, Digg! Gets me all excited!". God isn't it good she's like her brother when her mouth runs away from her?
Oliver looks up from his piles of confusing reports and sees Felicity and Digg dancing like they're in a club. Only Felicity could make those crazy rave-type jumps and ass shakes look that sexy while in a pencil skirt and blouse.
He finds it very hard to look away from her, she had him so wrapped around her little finger and she didn't even know it. She captivated him more than any girl – woman – ever had, even more than either Lance sister.
He loves seeing her so carefree, even though they're in the QC offices and she's normally so professional. Oliver sees her laugh, pulls her hairband out and proceeds to do something akin to a head bang that when she straightens herself out and runs a hand through her hair she looks more gorgeous than before. The bright red lipstick and slight flush, combined with her slightly messy hair makes Oliver's mind wonder what she'd look like after a night (or day) of pleasuring her. How her hair would be splayed over his pillows. How soft her hair would feel if he gently grabbed it to kiss her. How her flush would run right across her milky skin, down to her breasts. How he'd love to see her under all those clothes. How- he shook his head. No. He couldn't go down this path. Not with Felicity, his girl-Friday.
For starters he's not even sure how she feels about him. What if he tried to make a move but she turned down his offers? He doesn't think his heart could take it, because sometime between a bullet-ridden laptop, a family of secrets and a burning city he fell madly in love with Miss Felicity Smoak. Oliver knew he was done for, he'd never move past her now, but another reason he hasn't made any move is his absolute need for her safety. Safety from Starling City's elite, from its criminals, from the gossip rags and – most importantly – from himself.
He hears the music change to a song he remembers from before the island – he'd forgotten all about it actually, forgotten just how dirty "Turn Me On" was and wondered why Felicity had it… Inappropriate thoughts started bubbling in Oliver's mind before he stopped them.
Then he sees Felicity's dancing, watches how her whole body moved with the music and even did a little salsa with Diggle. Oliver would forever be jealous of his friend's easy relationship with the woman of his dreams.
Felicity spots him staring. If she wasn't mistaken, she'd say his eyes looked darker and more intense, sending shivers down her spine. She knows she probably shouldn't have chosen this playlist, but she just couldn't resist.
The music changes again, and she remembers exactly what was going through her mind when she made the playlist. Xtina may have been her favourite singer when she was younger, but "Dirrty" was made for girls after a guy.
"Omg this is my jam!" she supposedly innocently squeals, knowing the reaction she normally got from this song.
Diggle, the wonderful man he is, wordlessly agreed to be her dance partner with this. Bouncing up and down with a hand firmly spread on his chest.
"You know, it's a good job Lyla loves you already or she'd think you were trying to steal her man!" Digg offered up.
Giggling, Felicity replied "fine, I'll just have to see if our green friend over here wants to join me. Lord only knows how stressed he is".
The only reply from Diggle she got was a snicker and a knowing look with a gleam in his eye.
Oliver heard their little conversation and tried to look busy, but he had no idea what the report brief said anymore and the only thing open on his computer was a blank Google page. He felt like a 12 year old being caught with his hands down his pants.
Felicity playfully strutted in, making sure to shimmy her hips whilst walking, and perched herself on the edge of his desk – legs towards him. Oliver tried to hide his sharp intake of breath and gulp as she playfully (but oh so sexily) flipped her already-wild hair to one side. He was so toast.
"So I know you're being a stress-head, and we have to go to the foundry so you can arrow up all the bad guys… BUT come dance with me and Digg first!" Felicity said in the most convincing voice she had.
"Keep me out of this, man!" they heard Digg calling.
"Aww, I thought you guys had a great bromance going on though! With all the serious feelings talks and what not" she replied, seemingly put off and pouting.
"Well I do love Oliver, but I think Lyla would kill me if I left her for him. Sorry pretty boy!" he laughed back, obviously enjoying the metaphorical hole Oliver was burning through him.
"So, dance with me? Pretty please?" When Felicity did her (ridiculously adorable) puppy eyes, Oliver melted a little.
Hoping to ooze some semblance of charm, he smirked and said "I think that's acceptable, Miss Smoak."
She visibly lit up at that, and all but dragged up out of his door just as the song changed again. She smiled to herself as the Eastern-based melody of "Dip It Low" filled her speakers. Shaking her hips to the beat while pulling her boss she suddenly stopped, turned around and discarded his suit jacket as gracefully as possible.
By this point, Digg had decided to go call Lyla, not wanting to interrupt the should-be private moment of his two best friends.
Felicity at this point decided to show off some skills she picked up when she was a gymnast through high school and college. Grabbing a hold of Oliver's tie, she twirled under it, then did the splits while feeding the tie through her hand so she wouldn't pull him down with her.
Oliver was really struggling with finding the "Oliver Queen charm" he normally used on women. He was finding it hard to not have her right then and there, if he was being completely honest with himself. He was sure he actually gulped loudly too.
Mustering all his will power, he tried for a smirk and offered his hand to Felicity to pull her up. But as soon as she was up, she turned her back to him and placed his hands on her waist. Seeing as its Felicity it could easily be that she was innocently dancing and enjoying herself, but then her ass ground against him for a few seconds. It was so quick that he was questioning whether it really happened or not but then she did it again.
Felicity knew there was a reason she loved this song, it brought out the side of her she very rarely got to show anymore. So much so that she accidentally ground herself against Oliver. Woops! But she heard the very quiet intake of breath for him then decided to do it again and make it seem just as innocent.
"Come on, Oliver! Lighten up and have fun, even just for a few minutes. It always sets the right mood for the rest of the day. I mean these songs do sort of set a sexy mood… Not that I'm saying I want any sex with you. I mean I'm sure you're really good at it, you have had it plenty before and gossip rags can't always be wrong, right? But I'm not saying I-"
"Fe-li-ci-ty" Oliver drawled out, stopping her mid-babble which really wasn't helping his current feelings towards the blonde in front of him.
"Sorry, thank you… But my point was to let loose, stop being so rigid and controlling all the time. If anyone deserves some down-time it's you."
Just as Oliver was about to reply, Diggle came back.
"Guys, don't wanna be a killjoy or anything but we should probably head to the foundry now if you're wanting to hunt someone or patrol tonight and still get sleep." Digg chips in. And how he hated having to break up the moment between his friends.
As much as he loves them, and he does. They're family to him now. He really wishes they got their act together and got together, because this little dance was just creating more and more tension.
Diggle watches them put their selves back to a respectable manor. Felicity shuts down her computer and Oliver gathers all his paperwork together for tomorrow.
Whilst walking down to the parking garage, Diggle wonders how two of the smartest people he knows could be so blind, he'll never know.
A/N 2: Okay so what did you guys think? I'd love a review, let me know anything that you think needs working on - all the help I get will be greatly appreciated! I also don't have a beta right now so if there are a ton of mistakes try not to be too harsh please!
Songs used: Problem - Ariana Grande; Turn Me On - Kevin Lyttle; Dirrty - Christina Aguilera; Dip It Low - Christina Milian
I'm thinking of turning this into a multi-chapter fic, so let me know what you think? Thanks!~ 3