Hello welcome to my new one shot series about Oliver and Felicity. Some of the Storys are funny, some of them sad.
I choose Ratings T but some of the Storys are M.
Thanks Niagaraweasel for transelate again.
I dedicate this Story to Niagaraweasel
Diggle could already hear the discussion between Oliver and Felicity when he entered the basement of Verdant. He shook his head and had to grin. Sometimes he had the feeling that he wasn't working with adults, but with two children.
"Forget it, Oliver, I'm not going to help you with that. Ever." Felicity walked over to her computers and packed her handbag.
"Why not? How often have you said you wanted to work undercover again? Well, here's your chance."
"But not something like this. And so far you were always against it", Felicity shot back.
"I can't do that without you, Felicity." Oliver gave her his best wounded puppy look.
"Oliver, read my lips. NO. NEVER. NO CHANCE IN HELL", the blonde said, speaking deliberately slowly and for a moment Oliver found himself distracted by her lips.
"Okay", he said, handing her the phone. "Then you call your friend Barry Allen and explain to him that we can't help him with this case. And I would like to remind you, that I wanted to take this case for YOU, to show you that I don't have a problem with Barry."
Felicity grabbed the phone from his hand and her eyes softened. Barry needed them and Oliver had agreed to help. She knew that he was doing it only for her sake and she felt guilty. She pulled a face and looked at him. "Oliver, I really can't do this. I'm absolutely hopeless as a dancer, probably the worst in all of Starling and Central City. I would not be of any help to you."
Oliver had to grin. The woman was just unbelievable, her looks, the way she spoke, her body, simply everything. The prospect of working together with her on exactly this case sent a wave of very pleasant anticipation surging through his veins. "Felicity, you don't have to be perfect, we're going undercover at a dancing school, not a Broadway musical. They don't expect you to already know how to dance. And we need to find out why couples keep disappearing from there, never to be seen again."
Felicity sighed. "Okay, I give up, but don't complain if your toes are black and blue after a few days."
Diggle had held back so far, but now he started to applaud. The two squabblers turned around and looked at him. "WHAT?" they asked in unison.
"You might not be able to dance well enough for Broadway, but listening to the two of you is definitely entertaining", Diggle answered, laughing.
"I would like to welcome you all to the Central City Hall Dance Academy", a middle-aged women greeted the participants.
Felicity threw Oliver a look, before whispering in his ear. "You conned me, this is no normal dancing school."
Oliver grinned at her. "I didn't con you, people are disappearing from here and we have to find out why as quickly as possible. Now shut up and listen to the lady."
Felicity glared at him but turned her eyes to the front of the room again.
"A lot of our participants came to us with absolutely no experience and later managed to land a role as a dancer in a musical. Others just went on to dance their wedding dance. What I want to tell you with that is that everything is possible here and we are proud of the fact that our school is one of the most renowned and diversified in the country." The woman stopped to wait for the applause to finish before she continued. "Now I don't want to keep you in the dark any longer – the theme of this course will be "Dirty Dancing".
A new wave of applause sounded, only Felicity glared at an obviously amused Oliver, but she didn't have time to say anything, because the class was about to start and they had to get changed.
When Oliver came back from the changing room, Felicity's breath caught in her throat. He wore a tight-fitting black shirt, which showed off his muscular body to perfection, and long black pants. Damn it, he really looks like Johnny from Dirty Dancing, only a LOT hotter, she thought.
Oliver watched Felicity equally mesmerized. She was wearing a tight tank top and a short pleated skirt, and for the first time he noticed just how short her skirt really was. His heart started to beat faster when she walked toward him.
The instructor clapped her hands. "Please take your positions. We are going to start with something simple – Mambo."
"Of course, something simple, a Mambo, that's the easiest dance of all… why didn't we just start with a Tango…" Felicity babbled.
Oliver pulled her closer to his body and looked into her eyes. "Relax, we can do this."
Felicity's breath hitched in her throat and she had to swallow as the music started and the instructor and her dance partner demonstrated the first few steps. The way the two of them moved their bodies and gyrated their hips looked so easy and incredibly erotic. A wave of heat spread through Felicity's body at the thought of repeating those steps with her dance partner. Unconsciously her hand wandered from Oliver's arm over his chest. Oliver grinned at her. Only when she felt his heartbeat under the palm of her hand did she pull back her fingers, embarrassed. "Sorry…."
"Felicity, relax and just let me lead." She nodded. Somehow the music of Dirty Dancing in combination with Oliver Queen sent her hormones into more of a frenzy than usual.
"Okay, now it's your turn. I hope you've all been watching closely. In the coming days, we will learn this dance and two others and there will be a public performance at the end of the course", their instructor informed them.
Felicity wanted to say something, but Oliver had already placed them into the perfect starting position and the music started playing.
"Look into my eyes instead of at your feet and just let me lead", Oliver told her. Felicity took his advice and concentrated solely on him. Oliver Queen was sex personified and one hell of a great dancer. If there was ever a remake of this classic movie Felicity would definitely nominate Oliver as the lead actor.
Over the next couple of days they practiced one dance after the other and Oliver knew all of them. Felicity was wondering why Oliver didn't seem at all interested in solving the case; they just enjoyed their time in Central City, went to dinner after the dance classes or sat together at the hotel, talking far into the night.
The day of the performance had come, and as was to be expected, Oliver's perfect dancing skills meant that he and Felicity were chosen to do the final dance to "Time of my Life" alone. They had spent last night in the hotel pool practicing the lift, with Oliver effortlessly raising and holding Felicity in the air.
"Oliver, we're next. I can't do that, I'll simply die if I have to get out there right now." Felicity was playing with her hands nervously.
"Felicity, calm down. Just do what I've told you the whole time – look into my eyes, follow my lead and just listen to the music", Oliver said, intertwining his hand with hers. They could already hear their instructor's announcement. "Ladies and gentlemen, now it is time to present to you our star pupils. Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak will dance the final dance for you. Enjoy!"
When the music started, Oliver and Felicity stepped onto the dance floor. Oliver enjoyed the contact with Felicity's body. Over the last few days it had gotten more and more difficult to control himself, she was just so hot.
Their looks were intense, their bodies moving perfectly in synch and the erotic charge that had crackled around them for the last couple of days seemed to reach its peak. They did not notice anything around her, the audience was completely forgotten as Felicity moved into the lift and Oliver raised her effortlessly high into the air. The guests started to cheer loudly, but they didn't notice. Felicity's eyes were fixed on Oliver's as he slowly let her glide down the whole length of his body. The world had stopped spinning, the music had stopped playing, all they could hear was the sound of their own breathing as they gave into the feelings the last few days had created. Their lips met and it felt like both of their bodies exploded into a million pieces. After a few seconds that felt more like minutes, their lips parted and the world started to spin again. Oliver and Felicity were still looking into each other's eyes and smiling. Only now did they take notice of the music and the cheering audience, who were standing up, clapping and whistling.
"Oliver, no couple has disappeared while we were here", Felicity said as they were walking back to the hotel.
"I know", he answered.
She stopped and stared at him suspiciously. "What do you mean you know?"
"There never was a case, Felicity. I just wanted to spend some time alone with you, to see if we're just as good a team outside of work", Oliver admitted.
""You….. you…. lured me here, you made me dance, just to…..". For once, Felicity was out of words. She was angry, but she was also touched that Oliver had gone to the trouble to arrange all of that just for her.
The billionaire wrapped both arms around her and looked deep into her eyes. "Felicity Smoak, I have hopelessly fallen for you."
He kissed it and this time it was even more intense.
