"I have prior engagements that I need to be seeing to, Felicity." He told her, standing from his chair, dusting his front for non-extant crumbs, even though they hadn't even been eating. Of course, the movement just drew her eyes to his… all of him, as he did so, and she turned back to her computer and the bullet riddled laptop.

"Oh, sure!" She nodded thoughtfully, refusing to let her mind wander to exactly what Oliver Queen - the king of holy-shit-he's-gorgeous, ironic considering he was actually a Queen - was covering with that shirt. Given the size of those shoulder, she was pretty sure he was built. "So, I'll get what I can off of this and… what? Email you when I'm done?" Because there was no way in hell that she was going to ask for Oliver Queen's phone number.

"It's Twenty-Twelve Felicity." He smiled, tilting his head at her. "Are you still Emailing people for their attention? I though you were the Tech-Geek." She glanced up at him and then down to her tablet, refusing to bring her hand up to rub at her sternum, where the ache was blossoming. "Hey? Felicity?" She shook her head, more because it was stupid of her to let his joke affect her the way it did than in return to him, but he took it that way anyway.

"Felicity." He laid a hand over hers on the computer mouse when she tuned to it. "Hey, I'm sorry. You're doing me a huge favour here. I didn't mean it like that." She nodded slowly staring down at his hand over hers. He was h- Warm. He was warm. Not any other synonym for warm. Defiantly warm.

"Yeah." She nodded again, more certainly this time. "It's fine. Don't worry about it. I'll get this done and you can come back in… an hour or so?" Oliver smiled at her.

"Why don't you call me when you're done, huh?"

"Great idea!" That she'd thought of at least ten minutes ago. But she passed him over a stack of post-it notes and rooted through one of her draws for a pen that she hadn't been chewing on when he walked through her door. He pulled a very odd (but still very attractive) face.

"Can you, uh…" He sighed. "Five years on an island. New phone; new number. I don't…"

"Oh right!" She nodded, reaching for the pad herself, and he offered her the small, rounded touch-scene phone. She slid it from between his fingers carefully, not touching him any more than necessary, and sighed when she found that it wasn't password protected. She typed her number in quickly, almost without looking, and her name too, to insure the spelling was right. She handed it back with a smile. "You might want to set up a password on that thing. I can imagine people would pay a pretty penny for the gossip straight from Oliver Queen's phone." He stared down at the phone in his hand.

"I hadn't though of that." He laughed, surprised. "You really are a genius, Felicity Smoak."

"Only on paper." She grinned up at him, tilting her head, but her nose curled almost automatically. "Actually, that's not true…" He laughed, thumbing at his phone for a second, before her own vibrated against her leg. She knew that she flushed in embarrassment as she fished it out from under her. "I'm not supposed to use it at work, but I don't like to be too far away from it." She had one text from an unknown number.

Oliver. :-)

She laughed slightly. Big, strong, gorgeous Oliver Queen using emoticons was… well, slightly adorable, actually.

Welcome to the IT department, Oliver.

He laughed down at his phone and smiled up at her as she tucked her phone back under her again. Something hit her as she watched him flick the phone off, and of course because her brain belonged to her, it slipped out of her mouth before she had chance to stop it.

"Not a picture guy, huh?" She asked as she watched him slip the phone into his back pocked. Not that she was looking there. Not at all.

"Pardon?" He paused, raising an eyebrow.

"Contact photos." She tilted her head at him and, if at all possible, he looked even more confused. "You know, the little picture that you put with a number? So that you know who that person is when they call?"

"Is that a new thing?"

"I think. Last few years or so? Don't you have a younger sister? Why hasn't she explained this to you?!"

"Things with Thea have been… tense, since I've come home. She's not really in the mood to teach me how phones work." Oliver sighed, and she watched as a dark shadow flicked through his eyes as he glanced off to the side.

"God, I'm sorry!" She rushed, leaning forward in her chair to grab his wrist, only to pull back at the last second and reach of a pencil when she remembered who she was talking to. She'd forgotten then, just for a second, who she was with. "I didn't mean-"

"Felicity, it's fine." He shook his head, watching her hand. He pulled the phone out of his pocket again. "So…"

"Oh it's easy!" She promised, taking it from him again. "The little camera next to the number when you input it into your phone? That takes you to the camera. See?" She clicked it and handed it back. "Easy as pie!"

"Huh." He blinked. "That's…. easy." He turned the camera to her with a smile, and she threw her arm up to cover her face.

"No!" She cried out, and several of her co-works turned to look at her, so she slapped her hand over her mouth, using the other to push the phone away. "No. No photos of me. They never come out looking even half decent."

"But if I'm password protecting the phone, who's going to see it?" Oliver Queen - smart-arse, billionaire, playboy… did he have any other titles she would benefit from knowing? "Answer: No one but me." Question: was he flirting with her?

"I uh…" She itched at the side of her nose, pushing her glasses down slightly. "Fine. But I reserve the right of it to be deleted if it's terrible!" He grinned, far to smug with himself.

"It won't be." He was smiling at her and his grin was far too infectious, and it wasn't long before she was smiling back at him, chewing at the inside of her lip to keep herself grounded. "Gotcha!" He turned the phone to her. When exactly had he taken that picture?

"Huh." She smiled slight, tilting her head at him. "Maybe it just depends on the quality of the photographer." Okay, was she flirting with him now?!

"Maybe it does." He sounded thoughtful, and she glanced back at her computer, checking the clock.

"You have prior engagements, Oliver, remember?" She asked, tapping the screen lightly. "Aren't you going to be late?"

"The joy of phones, Felicity." He waved it in the air slightly. "I can call ahead and say I'm running late." But, even as he said it, he tucked the phone back into his pocket. She smiled.

"I'll text when I crack this thing." She said softly, nudging the bullet ridden laptop with her elbow. "I think if I call, I'll interrupt something important. I have zero luck like that."

"Call anyway." Oliver shook his head as he tapped the laptop. "This is important too." She nodded and he offered her a hand. "Thank you for your help, Felicity."

"Maybe you should wait until I have something for you to thank me." She took his offered hand anyway, his fingers tightening around hers until she felt tiny. "Not that I think that it's going to happen, but I might be completely useless to your cause."

"Somehow I doubt that." Oliver shook his head and turned on his heel.

She laughed to herself, touching her hair self-consciously once he was out the door. She was just plugging the laptop into her desktop when her phone vibrated under her leg.

Oliver: Call me.

Can't. She sent back, glancing over her shoulder to check that her supervisor wasn't watching. I've got data to retrieve from a shot-up laptop!

Oliver: A latte covered laptop, actually. You know what I meant.

Of course. Give me an hour.

Felicity wasn't a photo person herself, either. There wasn't a single number in her contacts that had a photo attached to it. But there was that little box, sat next to Oliver's name, that was begging to be filled.

She huffed out a breath through her nose, a smile on her lips as she turned back to her work. She'd get one next time he stopped by, once she'd recovered what she could from 'his' laptop.


Originally prompted and posted on my tumblr, and this is probably the quickest thing I've ever written, so I apologise if it is terrible.

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