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"'I don't want to talk." I said bluntly, feeling the weight of the room on my shoulders. These last few days had felt like a dream, well, except for the part where our date had gotten blown up by some drug lord, freak. I didn't like to pine, but when lighting struck Barry, I felt like the heavens had opened up and deemed my love life to be doomed. But then Oliver had asked me to dinner.
My mind raced a thousand miles per hour, normally how I spoke. "'Which I know is unprecedented for me but,'" I paused, not wanting to say the words. My filter had finally kicked in. "'as soon as we talk it's over.'" I held my breath, hoping Oliver would prove my prediction wrong. He turned around, saddness in his eyes. He had the look of complete misery that the Arrow had forced him to bear.
"'I am so sorry.'" My heart cracked slightly. "'I thought I could be me and the Arrow. But I can't.'" I searched his face for any sign that he may change his mind, but I had heard this speech many times before. "'Not now. Maybe not ever."' I little part of me snapped. I was sick of the back and forth. First he said that he loved me, then it was all a trick, then he asked me on a date, and now he is pushing me away. I took a small breath.
"'Then say never. Stop dangling 'maybes.''' My nerves took over and I began to babble. "Say we are never going to work out. Say you'll never love me." As I said it, I felt a shift in the air. I barely heard his mumbled "Dammit, Felicity." and then his lips touched mine. I froze, lost in the touch of our lips. I had been waiting for this moment for so long, I didn't know how to react.
His lips were softer than I thought they would have been. The kiss was gentle, but didn't dissappoint. He touched me in a way that I knew he had never touched anyone else. It was as if I would break. I wanted to pull away, scold him for the mixed signals, but I couldn't bring myself to move.
We shifted slightly, turning in a small circle. I could feel the passion tense between us. Too soon, he parted our lips. His hands still cupped either side of my face as he looked deeply into my eyes. "'Don't ask me to say that I don't love you.'" My heart pounded heavily in my chest. Oh my God. He had meant it when he told me he loved me during the fight with Slade.
Then reality hit. Hadn't he just told me that we couldn't be together because he couldn't separate himself from the Arrow? I mustered every ounce of pride in me to pull the next move. I brought my hands up and touched where his rested on either side of my face.
"'I told you that once we talked'" I moved his hands so I could think clearly. "'it would be over.'" I then turned my back on him, trying to keep the threatening tears inside. I could sense him standing there, but I didn't want to look back.
I ran quickly down the hall and into an elevator. I stepped in and slumped against the wall, my eyes where tearing, but I tried to keep it contained. An older gentleman stepped into the elevator on the next floor. With a quick glance at me, concern set in his eyes. "Are you alright, miss?" He asked.
"It's just allergies..." I paused trying explain. "I don't like hospitals... That's not say that I'm allergic to hospitals, they just freak me out." I then noticed his doctor's coat. "Not the doctors, of course. They save people, like heroes..." I trailed off, not knowing where to go from there. He gave me a pitying look and got out at the next stop.
"Scratch that. Heros, especially ones in green hoods, don't save people. They go around kissing girls and giving them mixed signals." I muttered to myself.
Once I reached the first floor, I quickly fled to my car and closed myself in. Once seated, I pounded on the steering wheel in sudden anger. Hot tears finally flowed down my cheeks. With a swift movement I grabbed my glasses off my face and flung them into the passenger seat beside me. I brought my hands to my face, wiping at the onslaught of fresh tears.
After several minutes of horrible sounding sobs, I wiped away the last of the tears and started the car. "I studied at MIT, for pete's sake! Why am I crying over some guy? Even if he does look extremely good shirtless... 3...2...1..." I tried to get my thoughts back on track. "I am Felicity Smoak, bitch with Wifi, who needs Oliver Queen!" My little self pep talk did a decent job at tiding me over, but I small part of me still lingered on a thought.
I need him. I 'm in love with Oliver Queen.