Hi, you guys.

I am loving this fandom. REALLY, REALLY REALLY loving it!

Here goes some Olicity.

As Oliver walked into the foundry, he sighed heavily and rested his gaze on her. She was typing away at her computer, too concentrated to look at him. Diggle walked up to him and placed his hand on Oliver's upper arm.

"Oliver, don't. Leave her be. Don't drag her into this." Diggle whispered and walked away.

But Oliver was determined and ignored what John said to him. With longing in his eyes, Oliver watched her carefully. Her shiny, blonde hair fell on her shoulders, giving him the urge to run his hand through it. His mind went on overdrive, contemplating which words to use. As he kept watching her, his heart swelled. She was close and yet so far. This beautiful woman had been invading his mind and heart for quite some time now. But stubborn as he was, Oliver kept it to himself. And like he told her before; he didn't want her to get hurt. So he kept his distance from her.

Oliver thought that no one knew, but 2 people did. Thea and Diggle were the ones who confronted him about it, but he kept denying.

"My feelings for her are platonic." He stated time after time and with that he ended the conversation.

A sigh escaped his lips, when he heard her laugh softly. In that moment, he made his decision. He was going to tell her now.

"Felicity." Oliver said, his voice trembling a little, while his heart rammed against his rib cage.

She turned around and smiled." Yes, Oliver?"

He cleared his throat and wondered why it felt so dry.

"Ummm. I have to tell you something." He said.

She raised her eye brow and waited. Patiently.

"I am listening." She stated and observed him.

Oliver looked nervous. Why was he nervous? Felicity was curious and wanted to know why he was acting this way.

In a flash, he moved closer to her, invading her personal space. Why was he so close to her? Why were his gorgeous eyes boring into hers? Why did it look like he was about to kiss her? Kiss her?! No, she must be hallucinating! And lost her mind in the process. So like always, Felicity began her infamous babble.

"Oliver Queen. I am sorry, but I cannot wait the whole night for you to tell me what you are about to tell me. I have to pack my bags. Because you know I have to get ready. You know… to go on my vacation tomorrow. I wonder if I should buy a new pair of bikini.. or maybe some lingerie too. Do you think a red bikini is my style? Or is that too much? Maybe I should just go with black? Not that I would buy it and then show it to you.. while wearing it. Should I go on a shopping spree? Uh… I should.. definitely go on a shopping spree." She rambled on.

Oliver smiled and placed his forefinger on her pink lips to shut her up.

"Felicity. Shut up please." He ordered.

She gasped at the feel of his finger on her lips. He cupped her cheek with one hand and looked at her in a way that made her stomach do delicious flip flops. Felicity felt like she was going to combust. His eyes and his touch and his scent were driving her mad!

When Oliver lifted his hand to run his fingers through her hair, Felicity's eyes fell shut. His manly, delicious scent invaded her nostrils making her head spin deliciously. Oliver... Oliver with his intoxicating scent. Mmmmm. At that very moment, her mind went blank.

But mere seconds later, she panicked and lost her nerve to stay. Felicity hastily opened her eyes, her heart pounding against her rib cage. And just as Oliver was about to tell her, Felicity tore herself away from him and stormed out of the foundry.

"I have to be somewhere." She mumbled and left him speechless behind.

Oliver felt the disappointment gnawing away at his heart. He swallowed hard and waited for the disappointment to ebb away, but it got only worse. As he closed his eyes shut, he balled his hands into fists. He was the one to blame. She ran, because he should've handled it differently. He just should've told her up front and not touch her.

Oliver decided at that moment that he should call her. First he tried her cell phone, but she didn't pick up. Then he called her at home to leave a message on her machine.

"Hello. I am not in right now. Leave your message after the beep. And… I am going on vacation peeps. So don't call me, don't text me, don't email me. I'm gonna have so much fun! Woohoo!"

As he heard those words, Oliver's mind went to overdrive. All he could think of was her and her friends on a beach having fun. That part didn't bother him though. What bothered him tremendously was the fact that she probably was going to have fun with other men. And she was going to be in her red bikini… that she was planning to buy. While other men were going to want to touch her.

In that moment, Oliver saw red. And felt the green monster emerge. No, she was not going alone on vacation. He grabbed his phone and dialed a number.

"Diggle, can you make sure my private jet is ready for me?" Oliver instructed.

On the other side of the line, Diggle began to protest but Oliver simply said "Thank you." And hung up the phone.