AbsentlyAbbie posted a prompt on tumblr and the plot bunnies went wild: Team Arrow needs to infiltrate a dance contest (because reasons.) The only slot still open is for a tango. Felicity knows how to tango. Oliver and Diggle don't. Tommy Merlyn does.

All mistakes are my own, I own nothing.

"I can do this, we, can do this. We practiced," Felicity reminded herself, smoothing out the nonexistant wrinkles in her dress.

"And practiced and practiced," Tommy's interrupted her, taking a hand in his while the other rested on her back, gently guiding her towards the curtain.

"You two, you're up next!" the stage manager informed them, breezing by them to yell at someone doing something incompetently.

"Could be worse," Tommy stated, a brief look around out of the curtain to find what he was looking for.

"How's that exactly?" She asked, watching the lights dim. It was their cue, Tommy moved to the opposite side of the stage before he could finish, offering her a charming grin and a wink. Rolling her eyes she shook out her hair once more before taking a deep breath. Show time.

The lights went up, the music started and her feet moved automatically. The dark red skirt flared around her knees as she called to him, hands in constant movement over her body before reaching out to him. He approached, their eyes never leaving each others as the moved opposite one another, her hand on his chest the only contact before he threw off his jacket. They met in a lunge, knees overlapping in profile as they linked arms, his hand going to her back. She grabbed his arm and they stood, sliding her hand up as they rose, the only sound she heard was the blood rushing in her ears.

Twirling her out before they met once more her face tucked beneath his chin, her leg raised to his hip as his hand slowly slid down the raised leg. She could feel Oliver and Diggle's eyes on them but she blocked it out, raising her eyes to meet his before she wrapped her leg around his.

"You were saying?" She asked softly as he moved them both across the floor, her leg matching his extended one as he dipped her. Tommy slowly raising her up, each one with a hand on the other's back, Felicity's right hand clasped in his as he turned them.

"Look to your left," he finally replied, hands still entwined as their legs moved around each other. Spinning her out so her back was to his chest as they moved across the stage, she scanned the area.

"Your other left," he whispered, leaning into closely, moving his hand to her waist as she turned to face him again. That's when she saw it.

Or him, rather. Oliver in the back of the crowd, a grey workmen's jumpsuit on, hat trying to cover his features. What sold it was the mop in his hand, frozen in mid air as he watched them. Felicity had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. Tommy drew her in once more, her arms wrapping around to fist into his the back of his shirt. With his arms wrapped tightly around her waist she was able to tuck her head below his chin, allowing her a moment to calm herself.

"Not fair," she whispered, parting from him and meeting his eyes. His expression remained in the dance, but there was a quick flash of amusement in his eyes that was nearly her undoing.

"Keep it together you two," Diggle's voice broke through on the coms.

With his back to her Felicity wrapped her arms around him, sliding her leg up one of his. He made to grab it, but she was too fast, running backwards as he spun and advanced on her. On her knees she stopped him, slowly making her way up her hand running up his chest before he helped her to fully stand. There was a half twist then she was bent, his arm on her back with her head tuck beneath his arm. Pulling her up he grabbed her waist, her back to his front and his arm branded just beneath her bust as they moved.

That's when they heard a snap. A quick spin out showed the mop broken in Oliver's hands, Diggle the bartender rushing to give him a tounge lashing to avoid further mishaps.

A quick twirl and they faced each other again, the amusement clear in Tommy's face. Felicity glared at him in an attempt to tell him not to say a word, pulling her flush against him Tommy ran his hands along her body slowly, enjoying listening to Diggle's vain attempt to distract Oliver.

"You could have been part of the cleaning crew," he smirked, spinning her out once more, her half lunge allowing him to pull her in slowly.

"Then were would we be?" Tommy whispered in her ear, before spinning her out again. Bringing her back in she knelt on his leg before a quick kick out of her leg into the air, landing slightly kneeling before him. Rising slowly he followed her, there eyes never leaving each others.

"I think you'd be dipping Diggle," she smirked before she was dipped, the music stopping and the short bark of laughter that left Tommy's throat was covered by applause.