Authors Note:

Alright this is a fluffy one shot for Olicity! As always stay happy and review!

Ummm..You're Bleeding On my Carpet

Felicity would never in her whole life complain about being Oliver Queen's personal EA. Except that time when her big mouth just had to mention "and I love spending the nights with you" and that time at his club Verdant when she maybe had a little too much of a very good thing and started moaning about being under appreciated and Diggle ended up pulling her out of sight of the grinding and writhing dance floor. Okay, so she complained a lot, but that didn't mean she didn't love what she did! But dragging her sore body home from sitting at a desk chair (which must always be one of those rolling office chairs so she could twirl when she thought no one was looking) was not her idea of productivity. What she needed now was a long soak in a tub filled with hot water and lavender beads. Felicity smiled to herself as her heels clacked against the pavement towards her car. Yep, no one would bother her tonight. Oliver was at a charity auction with his family and Diggle was most likely enjoying a quiet evening reading his favorite guilty pleasure. Naturally the only one who would still be out and about was her but that was normal and she could easily function on a good four hours of sleep. College courses in Technology trained her well. Her apartment came into view as she maneuvered to her parking space, which of course had another car in it. Honestly, the landowners assign designated parking spots and none of these jerks even use them! Felicity groaned in frustration and ended parking in the parking lot across the street. Walking around at night with mist fogging up her glasses and her legs shivering from the cold was not her cup of tea, which sounded freaking amazing right now, but Felicity braved the distance from parking lot to front door.

After her steamy bath of lavender, Felicity plopped herself on her cozy couch with a cup of chamomile tea and pulled up Netflix for her Doctor Who fix. Sipping gently on her tea and listening to the Tenth Doctor yelp gleefully "Allons-y" she heard a tapping at her window. It was faint and felt like something out of Edgar Allen Poe. She really needed to reign in her inner nerd harder. Felicity had a brief moment of panic and chewed her lip desperately trying to remember her self-defense lessons that Diggle and Oliver had so graciously taught her. The tapping came again but this time firmer and more impatiently. She grabbed her empty tea mug and brandished it high over head. God I feel ridiculous, she thought. Gritting her jaw firmly she opened her window and bonked the offender on the head. Who unfortunately was her boss who also happened to be bleeding all over his totally not sexy leather. There goes Employee of The Month genius.

"Crap!" she cried as it crashed to the floor "I'm soooo sorry Oliver!" Hissing softly at the pain Oliver limped to her couch his hand firmly settled on his side. Felicity suddenly regretted wearing her fleecy cupcake pajamas tonight. "Do I want to know what happened? You were supposed to be at a charity auction!" Felicity grabbed rubbing alcohol from her bathroom and returned to find Oliver staring at the ceiling. His clear blue eyes glittered underneath the dark green mask and grease paint and his breathing was shallow. Felicity drew in a breath and muttered softly "Um...I kind of need you to take off your jacket." She chewed her fuchsia lip nervously "Of course to see your wound not your muscly chest. Not that I don't want to see your chest! I'm going to shut up now. In 3..2..1." Her face rivaled her lip color and it burned uncomfortably. Oliver smiled softly and gingerly pulled off his leather and winced as it tugged on his dried blood.

"Does it look as bad as it feels?" He grimaced. Felicity ignored the desire to run her fingertips across his abs and focused on the gash on his side. It wasn't deep enough for stitches but it would leave a temporary scar.

"Well it certainly isn't stitches worthy but it's really bloody. Now explain to me why The Hood decided to make an appearance on my night off." Oliver sat up on the couch and Felicity knelt before him. Her hands started trembling from how close she was to his body and his natural smolder was boring into her head as he attempted to focus on anything but the pain.

"I got a lead." He finally ground out. He growled in pain when Felicity finally put an alcohol soaked gauze against his exposed skin. She muttered an apology and continued to gently clean the dried blood. "There was a gang harassing a woman next to the auction and I couldn't just sit idly by. But one of the thugs distracted me and I got sliced. I should've been more focused..." His eyes got out of focus briefly. Felicity covered his wound and placed a reassuring hand on his cheek.

"Oliver..." she murmured "Oliver look at me, hey. Just because one guy got you does not make you a failure. You are nothing like those jerks who ruined Starling." Oliver closed his eyes in denial. Felicity scratched her nails gently on his stubble to get his attention again. "Nothing. Okay you are the best thing to happen to Starling City in a long time but your constant down grading will get you nowhere! Please Oliver appreciate yourself once in a while." She smiled softly and lowered her hand. Oliver caught her wrist and held it firmly. He stared intently into her eyes and leaned forward slightly she inhaled sharply at the feel of his warm breath on her lips.

"Felicity..." he breathed. "You are remarkable. Whatever you do to me please don't ever stop." Personally Felicity never wanted him to stop saying her name with such reverence it gave her crazy goosebumps all over her body. He ghosted his lips over hers in a platonic way but it was all she could do to not press him against her cushions and let all of this frustration leave her body. He separated and Felicity shivered from the sudden lack of warmth. He pulled on his leather and headed back to the window.

"Oliver!" Felicity called to him before he left. "Whatever you're doing for this city...please don't ever stop." Oliver smiled and left silently into the chilly night. Felicity noted that her lips still tingled. She glanced to the couch and saw rust colored stains all over it. And that was how she ended up cleaning her fabrics for most of the night. But of course every EA complains once in a while, right?

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