Lunch Missions and Secret Admissions.
"Shut up." Felicity muttered looking down at her stomach, her lunch break wasn't for another hour and she was already regretting skipping breakfast,
"Did you say something?" Oliver asked as he walked past her back into his office,
"No. Well yes but not to you." She said standing up and following him into his office, "Your meeting's been cancelled by the way, Mr. Gillingham has food poisoning so I rescheduled for you." She said swiping the calendar down on her tablet before resting it by her side,
"Thank you." He said unbuttoning his suit jacket and reclining in his chair before yawning,
"I think that's the first time I've ever seen you yawn." Felicity said with a small smile as he closed his eyes and his lips quirked up a little,
"I don't get tired easily." He said casually, maybe even flirtatiously,
"I've noticed." Felicity said on reflex, "Not that you know I've noticed noticed but because of the way we spend our nights- oh god." Felicity said before closing her mouth and a horrific silence broke over the two of them, she saw Oliver open his mouth to reply but was suddenly cut off by the loud noise her stomach made, "Oh dear god kill me now." She whispered as she hid her face in embarrassment,
"Was that really your stomach?" Oliver asked bemused with a smile on his face, "Because that did not sound human."
"Gee thanks Oliver, you sure know how to make me feel better." She replied sarcastically making him laugh,
"No," he said still laughing, "It's just that… you're so… normally it's your mouth making noise not your stomach I'm sorry." He said still laughing as much as he tried to conceal it,
"Yes well," Felicity said with a small smile, "I'm going to go ignore the animal like noises my stomach is making and go do some actual work."
"What are you implying Felicity?" He asked standing up, a bemused expression on his face,
"I just keep digging myself a grave today." She said holding her hands up in defeat, "You know what, I'm taking my lunch hour early."
"If you're going out could you possibly bring me back something?" he asked sincerely, "because otherwise I'm not going to make it out."
"You don't have another meeting until 2?" Felicity said checking his schedule,
"Yes but I have actual work that needs to be done." He said quoting her,
"Like what?!" Felicity exclaimed, "Because I have a very clear view and I know you're tricking me because you've been typing away at your fancy computer all morning."
"Please?" He asked with a smile,
"Nope." She said turning around, "No way. I'll see you in an hour." She shouted over her shoulder as she put her tablet down and picked up her bag. Oliver watched with a small grin on his face before slipping his suit jacket off and catching up with her,
"I'll just come with you then." He said seriously as he kept pace with her,
"What- wh- Where's your jacket?" She exclaimed as she stepped into the elevator with her Boss in tow,
"It's sunny outside, I don't really need it do I?" he said casually pressing the ground floor button leaving Felicity at a near loss for words,
"No, I suppose not." She said tucking her hair behind her ear, he saw the movement and casually commented,
"I like your hair like that by the way." He said as they descended down the floors, "Not that I don't like your hair when it's up because I like your hair all the time but-"
"I get it." She responded with a shy smile, amused at the fact he was the one babbling for once,
"Okay." He said exhaling. He didn't get it, he didn't get how he could love being around her and yet be completely infuriated by it at the same time because God he was crazy about this woman next to him, he loved her personality and her laugh and her voice and he was pretty sure that he was in love with her yet at the same time she had this incredible ability to make him flustered and nervous which rarely happened- if it had ever happened.
"So what do you want for lunch?" She asked as they walked out the office building into the June sunshine,
"I'm following you." He replied as he rolled up his shirt sleeves and loosened his tie a little,
"Oh my god why." Felicity whispered as she noticed what he was doing,
"Sorry what did you say?" Oliver asked, "I didn't hear."
"Oh that there's a really good sandwich shop a few blocks away." Felicity lied as she started walking away, "Come on." She said with a smile,
"Coming dear." Oliver said sarcastically running up to her, "So how was your night last night after you know Arrow business?" He asked casually as he tucked his hands into his pockets,
"Oh majorly exciting." She replied, "Did my laundry, caught up on Grey's Anatomy, went to bed at 12. It was amazing."
"That actually sounds quite nice." He said with a small smile,
"Yeah well I actually have a bed so-" She said raising her eyebrows at him,
"The floor is comfy enough for me thank you very much." He said with a smile,
"Of course it is." She replied before lowering her voice, "I'm Oliver Queen, I'm so hard I refuse to let my best friend buy me a bed because I'm super tough and stuff."
Then Oliver did something he hadn't done in a while, he laughed. He laughed loudly and his nose scrunched up and his shoulders shook and Felicity had never heard a sound more beautiful.
"Well it's the truth!" She complained laughing along with him,
"What that I'm tough or you're my best friend?" he asked looking at her out of the corner of his eye. He could see her cheeks turn a deeper shade of red and he nervously ran his thumbs over his fingers in his pockets where she couldn't see,
"Well that depends on you." She said carefully mimicking his nervous tick, something she had picked up,
"Well you are my best friend. You're one of my only friends." He said earnestly as he followed her into an airy coffee shop removing his hands from his pockets,
"Oh." She said smiling and pushing her glasses up onto her nose,
"Sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable I know we were joking around-" He started worried that he'd taken things too far, what he didn't expect was for her to suddenly and very quickly take his hand and squeeze it,
"I'm honoured." She said before releasing it and walking up to the counter where a young woman smiled warmly at her,
"Sup Smoaky." She said casually with a smile, "The usual?"
"Hit me." She said with a smile before turning to Oliver, "And one for him as well."
"And you are?" The woman asked turning to inspect him,
"He is Oliver, my friend." Felicity said putting emphasis on it making him smile,
"Like Oliver Oliver?" the lady asked quietly making Felicity blush,
"None of your business..." Felicity said pretending to inspect the menu whilst giving a discreet nod, making him smile,
"That will be 7.50 please." She told Felicity as Felicity rooted around in her bag for her purse, Oliver quickly dug into his trouser pocket and handed over a ten dollar note,
"You don't-" Felicity started but he raised her eyebrows at her and she quickly stopped protesting as the lady handed her a brown paper bag, "Bye Helen!"
"Bye Smoaky."
"So are we going back to the office then Smoaky?" Oliver asked striding along besides her, noticing how the skin on her arms were tanner and she had a smattering of freckles on her nose,
"Please never call me that again," she said giving him a look causing him to laugh, " And in a sense." She replied,
"You're so difficult sometimes." Oliver said shaking his head,
"I'm aware. I prefer the term challenging though." She replied quickly making him exhale to stop himself from smiling again because that's all he ever seemed to do around her, smile like a moron. Of course he didn't know that when he smiled like a moron Felicity had never seen something that she loved that much.
They carried on talking more casually between themselves than Oliver had since Tommy died as he followed her back into the building, he expected her to go to the front elevator but she walked straight passed it towards he service elevator,
"Felicity," he questioned, "Where are we going?"
"You'll see. It's a surprise." She replied ushering him into the tiny elevator,
"I hate surprises." He grumbled suddenly realizing the close proximity they were standing in,
"Yes because you hate fun things." She said with a solemn nod of her head,
He opened his mouth to reply but couldn't think of one so settled with exhaling. He looked down at her and studied her eyes as she adverted them over his shoulder. He saw how her eyes weren't just blue but tinged with green and golden specks, he noticed how her hair wasn't blonde it was more the colour of honey that shone like gold in the light, he noticed how she was so much smaller than him but could fill a hall with her voice and ideas and captivate anyone in there, he noticed that Felicity Smoak was one of the most beautiful things on planet earth to him and he was scared to admit that out loud.
"You're staring, why are you staring? Do I have something on my face?" She asked worriedly holding her hand up,
"No." he said with a small smile, "I was just-" He started but got cut off when the doors opened and sun light suddenly flooded in.
"Come on." She said pulling him out of the elevator,
"Where are we?" He asked as his eyes adjusted to the light,
"On top of your building." She said as the view came into place, "I like to think of this as my mountain top. If you can't find me it's because I'm here. It calms me down."
"How many people know about this?" He asked amazed as she led him over to an air conditioning vent that she sat on,
"No one actually. So you know, don't go Instagramming it." She said handing him a sandwich as he leant against the vent,
"Why did you bring me up here?" He asked carefully taking a bite,
"I thought that you could do with a mountain top of your own." She said taking a bite herself, "You need people looking out for Oliver Queen as well as the Arrow."
"Thank you." He said earnestly looking at her,
"No biggie." She replied with a shy smile, ducking her head to hide her blushing cheeks,
"No seriously," He said putting his sandwich down and putting his hand on her leg, "Thank you."
"Well you told me once if I ever needed to talk about my day I could talk to you and now I've sot of done the same for you." She said without managing to babble, "It's what friends do."
Oliver studied her and then looked out over the city and took a bite of his sandwich wondering how he would ever deserve to be with her, to be with a woman as wonderful as she was, because whether he was ready to admit it yet he was so madly in love with her he didn't know how he would ever breathe without her.