A/N: My first Olicity Story! Yay! I hope you guys enjoy it though and if there are mistakes that I didn't catch please let me know and I'll be sure to fix them. With that said this is an AU story so the characters are somewhat OOC but I hope you'll still give it a chance. Enjoy! And don't forget to R & R. =]

Disclaimer: Only going to say this once, but sadly I don't own Arrow.

Intimate

Chapter 1

"It's official, I look like a hooker." Felicity threw her hands up in mock surrender, frowning at her self in the mirror. The black dress accentuated her curves perfectly, hugging her like a second skin. A single silver strap rested on her shoulder curving around the dress until it reached the end of the dress where a small slit was made. Small glittery stones were placed on that silver strap, making the dress sparkle. The outfit was perfected with 4 inch stiletto heels.

Although the dress was gorgeous it wasn't her style. For one thing the dress was too short, barely passing her thighs. She knew if she was even to bend over just a little she would be showing too much, at least for her taste. And as much as the dress emphasized her curves it was beyond too tight. She could barely breath and it was really uncomfortable on her breasts.

"Do I really have to wear this? I mean can't I wear something less..." She trailed off trying to think of a word that would fit.

"Sexy?" Her friend replied smirking.

"Whorish." Felicity remarked back glaring at her laughing friend.

"You look hot Felicity, trust me. You'll have that guy eating out of the palm of your hand."

"I don't even know what the guy looks like so maybe I don't want him eating out of the palm of my hand." Frowning at herself once again, she tried to pull the dress down a little hoping to cover some more thigh, but it wasn't budging. "And sheesh can I at least take off some of this makeup, I look like a damn clown, with big hair. Welp, that's it. I look like a whorish clown and I don't even think they exist but if they did I'd be in the group, probably leader, because apparently I have no morals since I let you talk me into this. And now you're laughing at me." Felicity stared down at her friend, waiting for her giggling to subside. "Sara, stop laughing at me."

The pillow that landed smack in her face seemed to subdue some of the giggling. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry," Sara smiled apologetically. "This," she pointed at Felicity raising her finger up and down, "isn't really your scene huh?"

"No, and you should already know that. Can't I take it down a notch in the makeup department and wear something less revealing and maybe something I can actually breath in and won't suffocate me to death?"

Sara rose up from the bed, all the while smiling. "Sure, I'll find you something else to where in my closet, while you wash away your clown face," she smirked.

Felicity rolled her eyes, dabbing away at the makeup with a tissue. "I don't understand why I can't just pick out my own outfit," she mumbled.

"Because," Sara started apparently hearing what she said, "we both know that you would either dress too casual or too formal. And sorry to inform you but this isn't a baseball game or an interview. It's a date. You're suppose to look nice with a tad bit flirty." Waltzing back in the room, Sara handed her a navy blue dress. "Here try this on," she demanded ushering felicity into the bathroom.

"But I'm not flirty at all," Felicity continued the conversation. "I'm awkward and I ramble a lot when I'm nervous or not sometimes and I'm nerdy and no one wants to be with a nerd. And every guy wants to be with hot and sexier girls and I'm just plain ole," she stopped mid-sentence opening the bathroom to stare straight at Sara, "me," she finished.

The awe expression on Sara's face left her speechless. "You look amazing. Better than I ever did in that dress," Sara gushed, almost envious.

Felicity bit her lip in uncertainty. "You really think so?" The blue dress still somewhat hugged her curves, however it left some mystery to what her curves actually looked like. It reached almost to her knees which she was thankful for, not wanting the dress to be too short, but also not too long. The front of the dress dipped into a v-shape showing a little cleavage. The back left little to the imagination being backless.

"Trust me, you look great," Sara smiled grabbing her friend's hand. "Now come on; let's fix that make up of yours and pick out some new heels for you."

"Uh actually," Felicity hesitated, "the heels stay. I kinda like them." Looking down at her feet, she admired the heels once more, knowing however that later her feet would be regretting her decision.

Sara knowingly smirked. "As you wish. We need to hurry were running late as it is and we don't want to keep our men waiting."

"You mean your man," Felicity corrected. "Once again do I have to point out that I don't even know the guy I'm supposedly accompanying tonight." She complained, tilting her head up and moving her blonde her to the side so Sara could add the finishing touches to her makeup.

"Your date's name is Dave, and Jamie said he was a good guy." Jamie was Sara's boyfriend.

Felicity silently groaned, already having a feeling that she wasn't going to enjoy this. "Did I mention how much I hate blind dates?"

Sara smirked, "Once or twice. You're done, lets go." She rushed felicity, and this time felicity's groan wasn't so silent.

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"And then she just left me. No phone call, or email, not even a note. Just 1 piece of her clothing left in our closet." Dave rambled on, drinking his 3rd beer of the night.

Felicity sighed, nursing her coke and rum. Her index finger circled the rim of the glass for the umpteenth time the past 45 minutes prior to only being their an hour. They were currently at Verdant, the night club. Sara was out on the dance floor with Jaime while she was stuck at this table with Dave, listening him mope on about his ex who was perfect and gorgeous and who left him. She blocked out the sound of him talking long ago, only responding with the necessary 'uh huh', 'really' and 'is that so' when it seemed appropriate. The perspiration on her glass seemed much too interesting to her as she followed a single drop with her eyes, watching as it slowly made its way down the side, disappearing and blending in with the table.

She knew she should have stayed home and studied for her upcoming test, not that she needed much studying being top of her class, though a little extra studying never hurt. Besides, being on scholarship she wanted to make sure she aced all her classes. Losing that scholarship would be torture, knowing that she didn't have the money to pay tuition if it came to that.

"Hey, how's it going over here?" Sara asked stopping by their table. The relieved expression was clear as day on Felicity's face and Sara figured that alone told her everything that she needed to know. Grabbing Felicity's hand, she dragged her a few paces away from the table, Jamie taking Felicity's spot. "That bad huh?" The question was rhetorical but Felicity answered anyways.

"What do you think?" She shot back, slightly frustrated with how things were going tonight. "All he does is talk about his ex and how she left him."

"I'm sorry Felicity. I didn't realize he just recently got out a relationship." Her tone was sad.

"He didn't, it's been 3 years." Guilt flashed across Sara's face, sorry that she put her friend through this torture yet again. Felicity reached out and laid a hand on Sara's arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Hey, it's not your fault." She tried to reassure her. "I know you were just trying to help me get out there but after a 5th unsuccessful blind date I think I've had enough of these if you don't mind." Sara nodded in understanding. "Now I think I shall take my leave and head home. Kinda just want to go home and curl up on the couch and eat cookie dough ice cream while watching corny chick flicks." Felicity smirked, knowing that was hers and Sara's tradition after a bad night.

Sara smiled, just glad her friend wasn't mad at her for setting her up another failed date. "Ok, make sure you save some ice cream for me as well. I should be home no later than 2 hopefully." The time only being 9:30.

"Ok, I'll see you later, tell Jamie bye for me and Dave as well."

"Sure thing." Sara gave Felicity a quick hug before returning back to the men.

Sighing, Felicity headed towards the exit making her way though the crowd. Once outside she breathed in deeply, relieved to be going home so she could forget about this night all together. She began the walk home, really wishing they had decided to drive to the club but figuring they both were going to be drinking that night they took a cab instead. She thought about hailing a cab, but cast that thought away as quickly as it came. It was Friday night, there was no way she would get a cab at this hour. Besides it would probably be quicker to just walk home then to stand on the side of the road trying to hail a cab when she could be spending that time dedicated to walking.

She strolled the busy sidewalk, passing people that were most likely headed to the club, at least from the way they were dressing she guessed that. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to deter the cold that was starting to nib at her skin. The idea of bringing some type of jacket or sweater escaped her when she first left the house. Brushing her hair out of the way, she started to second guess the idea of hailing a cab when a black sedan pulled up next to her. She stopped and stared as the back window slowly rolled down.

"Need a ride?" The smooth voice of the man shot tremors up her spine, and she sucked in a deep cool breath as she stared at the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. The blue eyes stared intensely at her, a small smirk adorned his face as he waited for her reply.

"I...um..uh..." She stuttered, biting her lip. For the life of her she couldn't find words to respond and she silently cursed herself for being such a nervous wrack in front of this man.

"Look, its cold outside, and you're shivering and as much as those heels makes your legs look really nice, I imagine they can't be very comfortable." Felicity looked down at the stilettos and knew he was right. It would take her at least 45 minutes to walk home and she was sure by then her feet would be killing her and she would be in pure agony. "You're heading home right?" She nodded, not trusting herself to speak yet. "See so please get in the car; my driver will gladly take you home. Besides it looks like it's going to rain."

Looking up at the sky, she watched the clouds move by as gray ones replaced their spot. Biting her lip once more, she mumbled an 'ok' as the man got out of the car and opened the door for her. He made a sweeping gesture with his arm signaling for her to get in, a smirk plastered on her face. Rolling her eyes at his pretend chivalry she slid onto the smooth seat. He climbed back in the car, no more than a few inches between them as he shut the door.

"So, where to?"

She muttered her response to the driver leaning herself slightly on the door, trying to keep as much distance between her and the beautifully sculptured man. The grin on his face alerted her to the fact that he most likely knew what she was doing, and as she sat next to him trying to ignore that stupid perfect smile on his face a realization hit her. She just got in a car with a man she knew absolutely nothing about. He could be a stalker for all she knew or worse, a murderer. Her breathing started to increase and the more she breathed in the harder it seemed to breathe out.

The man beside her most have known what was happening because he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Hey it's ok, no one wants to hurt you. Just want to make sure you get home safe and sound." The concern look that was etched on her face must have calmed her down because her breathing slowly returned back to normal. She gave a grateful nod and he smiled in returned removing his hand. She let out a long sigh staring at the rain drops that slowly trickled down the outside surface of the glass.

"Thanks," she replied finally finding her voice. "Sorry, I'm not usually like this. Actually that's a lie. I'm completely like this. I'm a nervous wreck most of the time. And I ramble a lot because when I get nervous I never know what to say or if what I'm saying is making it worse and I'm completely doing it right now, I'm just gonna shut up now." The blush heated her skin quickly.

The man stared at her with amused blue eyes before letting out a soft chuckle. "Let's start with something simple. What's your name?"

She was tempted not to answer with the truth, still not exactly sure about this stranger but as far as she could tell he really meant it when he said no one wanted to hurt her. Besides, no one could fake that kind of concern that he displayed so she settled with the truth. "Felicity. Felicity Smoak."

He gave her a dazzling smile before repeating her name, as if tasting it on his tongue. She had to admit, she liked the way it sounded on his tongue. The temptation to ask him just to say her name one more time was strong, but she wouldn't dare do that, wanting to spare the humility that was sure to insure with such a suggestion.

"Oliver." It was simple and straight to the point. Though she couldn't help but notice that he didn't give a last name. Before she could inquire about it the driver spoke up.

"Sir, we're here."

"Thank you Diggle." Oliver received a curt nod before getting out of the sedan and offering a hand to Felicity. "Miss Smoak."

She graciously placed her hand in his and he gently led her out of the car. She was grateful for the umbrella that appeared above her head as she stepped on to the sidewalk, though she was extremely confused as to where it came from in the first place.

"You know you don't have to walk me to my apartment."

"I'm aware." He smiled, walking beside her as she entered the code to enter her apartment complex. "But I want to." She looked up at him to see his eyes serious and staring at her witch such scrutiny. Her body flushed and she couldn't help the habit of biting her lip once more. She could only nod as she made her way up the steps stopping at her door.

Felicity cleared her throat not sure what she was suppose to say. It wasn't like they were on a date or anything, but then why was she desperately hoping that he would kiss her? "We're here." She whispered, not sure why but she felt like it was just one of those moments were anything louder than a whisper would disturb the atmosphere.

"Ya know, you really should stop biting this lip." Oliver's voice was strangely husky as he reached a hand up and plucked her bottom lip from her teeth with the pad of his thumb.

"Why?" She swallowed.

"For one thing, I think you were starting to draw blood." He smiled softly rubbing her bottom lip. "For another, it is far too distracting and you can leave a man with very indecent thoughts." His eyes were slowly dilated as he pierced her with his eyes.

"How indecent?" She mentally slapped herself. Why the hell did she ask that question? She swear she wished the ground would swallow her up a whole. Was she flirting with him; was he with her? Though that couldn't be possible, no way would this Adonis actually want her in any shape or form.

The long drawn out breath gave her a small hope that maybe, just maybe he was affected as much by her as she was by him. He slowly moved his hand away from her face, a look of sorrow etched on his face. "You should get inside." He cleared his throat, the spell that was between them broken.

She nodded her head, words escaping her. She reached for her house key trying to put the key in the slot but her hands were shaking so much that she kept missing. A hand grasped her shaking hand to steady it and she gasped at the shiver that went though her body. Never before had she felt so alive.

Oliver slowly guided her hand towards the lock. She could feel his breath at the nape of her neck and she couldn't help but shudder at the feeling. Once the key was in she pushed the door open, stepping through but turning at the threshold to face him. "Thank you for the ride home." She wanted to say so much more but she wasn't sure what and she didn't want to make herself look like an idiot in case she went on a rambling spree.

"You're welcome. Goodnight Felicity." He gave a soft smile, making his departure but not before hearing her whispered words.

"Goodnight Oliver."