Author's Note: This idea has been on my mind for a while. No idea why! Enjoy!

"Just get in, Oliver!" Felicity whined as she pulled back the plush comforter on the bed in the hotel room.

"Are you sure? I can just sleep on the pull out couch." He said gesturing to the dingy looking couch against a wall.

"Don't be such a baby." Felicity teased. "I'm not going to make you sleep on the couch. You're like twice its size, only God knows what diseases are on it, and I am not about to sacrifice four hours of comfortable sleep in this plush bed because you don't want to sleep with me." She closed her eyes and winced inwardly at her choice of words. When she opened them Oliver was smirking at her. She scrunched her noes in response. "Just shush and get into bed. It's already 4 o'clock in the morning and we have to be at Wayne Enterprises by 8 the latest. I know Oliver Queen has such a lovely reputation for being late, but not on my watch!"

"Alright..." Oliver said hesitantly. He sat down on the left side of the bed and started untying his shoes. Felicity turned to her suitcase to pick out pajamas. When she found an old MIT shirt and shorts she walked over to the attached bathroom to go put them on. Felicity was just about to reach for the zipper on the back of her dress when she felt pain in her ribs. The bruise that was forming was already letting itself be known. She opened the door and saw Oliver slipping out of his pants.

"Oliver?" She asked quietly.

"hmm?" He answered without making eye contact. He was in the process of unbuttoning his shirt. When she didn't reply, he looked up to see her standing in the doorway.

"This sounds horribly romantic comedy/porno clichéd, but do you think you can get my zipper. My ribs are kinda screwy right now. They're probably going to be all bruised up tomorrow."

"You didn't tell me that those drug dealers hurt you." She could practically hear the protectiveness seeping out of him.

"That's a sentence I never thought I'd hear." She said in an attempt to lighten the expression on his face.

"Felicity..."

"I'm fine. Besides I'm the one who's supposed to be watching you for any signs of a concussion. Wouldn't want Starling City's vigilante slipping into a coma." She smiled at him, but when all she saw was concern she apologized.

"Don't apologize." He said while guiding her to turn around. Felicity gathered her hair and Oliver made quick work of her undoing zipper. When it was all the way down he lingered and Felicity let him. They stood there for a moment, unmoving. Oliver could smell her sweet floral perfume lingering on her neck. When Oliver realized what he was doing he moved back and rubbed his neck. "I'll be out there if you need anything." He said pointing behind him back to the hotel room using his thumb. She nodded not quite trusting her voice.

When Oliver left, Felicity found herself in shorts and a bra looking at her rib cage. It wasn't just turning into a bruise. It was already a bruise. The black, blue, and purple splotch on her left side was blemishing her pale skin. Felicity didn't think it was going to be that bad. She pulled on her shirt, washed up, and walked back into her room. Oliver was already tucked into bed scrolling through emails on his phone. Felicity noticed that the light from a bedside lamp was making his blue eyes even brighter. Felicity shut off the main light and hopped up on her bed not realizing how much it would affect her ribs. For a moment she thought Oliver didn't notice and she was thankful. She didn't want to give him any reason to bench her from going out in the field with him and Diggle.

"Let me see." He said. His voice was barely above a whisper. He angled himself to better look at her. She was about to protest when she saw the sincerity and concern that graced his features.

"Okay." She tugged her blue shirt up so that the lace from her bra was peeking out a little bit. She looked up at his face and couldn't read his expression. She was usually so good at that.

"Oliver..." She said drawing his attention away from her huge bruise.

"You'll be okay. It looks superficial." He focused back on the bruise. His calloused hand skated gently over damaged skin. She winced slightly and he apologized.

"Don't say sorry." She said parroting him from before. He smiled at her and slowly lowered her shirt. He hung onto it a second longer and was interrupted by her saying "It's 4:30 we should really go to sleep."

"You're right." He said while reaching for the light next to the bed. "Goodnight Felicity."

The two settled down underneath the comforters and slept more soundly than they both have in a while.

Author's Note: Hello! I'm thinking of making this a series of one-shots. What do you guys think? Please review and let me know!