Based on Marc Guggenheim's tweets teasing dialogue from the first issue of the Arrow Season 2.5 digital comic.

"You need to be in my bed," Felicity commands. Her forceful demeanor crumbles a moment later when she realizes the unsavory interpretation her words could have.

It used to make Oliver smile, her accidental innuendos. But for the last few weeks, it's made him cringe almost as much as it makes her. Not because he's embarrassed for her, but because of the vivid mental pictures that always accompany them now.

He sees her lounging in bed, barely covered by flowing white sheets, hair sprawled out around her head on fluffy pillows. She looks up at him with half-lidded eyes and says, "you need to be in my bed," but this time, there's nothing accidental about the innuendo. And just as he begins to imagine what it would be like to comply, to pull those sheets back and climb in next to her, her awkwardness saves him from himself.

"I mean, because you're injured and you need rest," she adds, her face flushed a deep red. Oliver clenches his fists at his sides and gives her a tight smile.

"I'll be fine on the couch," he says firmly, though he really would like to sleep in a bed. But he learned his lesson after the last time she forced him to switch. Spending another night wrapped in sheets that smelled like her, the maddening scent lingering in his nostrils for days after, would be torture. "I'm so exhausted, I could sleep anywhere," he assures her, gently laying his hand on her shoulder. Felicity frowns at him a moment, deciding if she's going to argue, and then sighs.

"Alright," she agrees begrudgingly. "If you're sure."

"I'll be fine. Goodnight, Felicity."

"Goodnight, Oliver," she replies and then turns away. He watches her go, pushing back other visions caused by the sway of her hips as she climbs the stairs, and almost gets caught when she reaches the top and looks back at him. She's surprised to find him still standing there and she smiles nervously, adorably. Oliver smiles back and feels an acute sense of loss when she disappears into her bedroom and from his sight.

"Christ, I've got to find my own place," he mutters to himself.

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