Oliver looked up at the sky. The moon was shining brightly over the sultry streets. A nice night for some vigilante work but Oliver had other plans. He was dressed up in a suit and tie ready for a date. A date with Felicity Smoak. He had finally asked her out after months of gazes and trailing thoughts. He was ready. Felicity on the other hand could not say the same for herself. She had been fretting as soon as she got home about her dress, hair and other arrangements. Was she too casual? Was she too dressy? She had no idea. By the time eight o'clock came she was still not dressed and ready. Her hair was in its messy pony and her clothes were still to be chosen. She was at a loss. Then the doorbell rang.
'Crap,' she rushed over to answer it. There stood Oliver. As tall, brooding and handsome as ever. If Felicity hadn't seen him shirtless she could swear that there was nothing sexier than Oliver in a suit and tie. She blushed and looked away. 'I'm sorry, Oliver. I didn't know what to wear.' she tried explaining very measly. Oliver laughed.
'Oh, Felicity.' He reached for her hand, 'I don't mind.'
She took his hand willingly and their fingers entwined. Oliver loved the feeling of Felicity's hands in his. They were so small yet he knew how hard they could be. He wanted them to be touching him in every place possible but he would have to wait. He promised himself that he was not going to be like that with Felicity. He sighed internally.
Felicity looked up at him with adoring eyes. Their gaze lasted for a while before he finally broke it. 'So, should we just get Thai food and chill?'
'Sounds like a plan.' she invited him in and she went to order the Thai. Sadly she knew exactly what to order him. Being his personal assistant and secret partner in crime did mean that she knew a lot about him. Including the perfect sculpt of his chest and how hot he looks after a hard training session and… She was getting a head of herself.
While Felicity ordered the food Oliver took the chance to look around. He saw a pile of colourful DVD's which consisted of Doctor Who, The Big Bang Theory and a few other assorted chick-flicks. He smiled slightly at the geeky, yet so Felicity, choices. He then noticed the array of clothes spread out across the floor leaving a trail to the bedroom. He followed it and saw just how messy the bedroom really was. 'Yeah, it's a mess. I know,' Felicity said as she came up behind Oliver, 'I really should've tidied before you came. Not that I could've because you, kind of, caught me at a bad time but then that was my fault because I should've been more organised and the…' she trailed of, 'I'm doing that thing where I talk to much aren't I?'
'Kind of,'
'Damn. Anyway, I ordered Thai and it should be here within,' she looks at the clock,' half an hour. I should really tidy up then.' she sighed and turned to start cleaning.
'I'll help,'
Oliver and Felicity then quickly tidy up the place. Oliver passed her clothes whilst she hung them up. He couldn't help but notice how when she reached her top hiked up her legs just a little too much, revealing her bareness, and how when she bent down he could easily see her underwear. Clearly she was not aware of this fact as she continued to keep cleaning. Oliver tried to distract himself but she was just there for the taking and he couldn't resist. Just as he was about to say something the Thai delivery guy arrived. 'Thank god,' Oliver thought, 'One more minute and she would've been on the bed and undressed,'
She paid the Thai man and sat down on the floor and started unpacking the food. Oliver could clearly see up her shirt and that made his pants tighten ever so slightly.
He sat down across from her and removed his jacket and loosed his tie. He undid his top button and grabbed the Thai food. Suddenly he wasn't hungry for Thai. He was hungry for the woman sitting across from him.
Felicity could sense that something was up. She was starting to feel a little self-conscious about sitting less than a meter apart from Oliver in nothing but a thin t-shirt and only her underwear. Had she been too obvious when she had bent down revealing her pants to him or when she had reached up just a little too high. She knew that Oliver wasn't that kind of person anymore but some deep dark part of her wanted him to still be the playboy who was good in bed. Maybe she could skip out the part where he breaks girl's hearts and in naïve to the consequences of his choices. Who was she kidding. Oliver had only asked her out on a date. He hadn't asked her to marry her or anything like that. Or would he? No! Sitting across from him having these thoughts was not a good idea. She needed a glass of something. 'Water?'
'Got any wine?' he smiled at her. She smiled back. Maybe a glass of wine would be better for her.
She brought back two glasses and a bottle of expensive wine that she had splurged on for herself. She poured herself a generous glass and practically sculled it in one big gulp. Oliver looked impressed.
'What?' she asked him trying to hide the hint of nervousness in her voice, 'Can't a girl drink?'
'No, not at all. By all means drink away,'
So she drank. She drank one glass and another and another until she could barely keep her eyes open. Oliver was only on his second glass when she nearly fell on top of him whilst trying to get up.
'Whoa there,' he steadied her with one hand whilst the other softly set her glass down. Maybe it was a bad idea to let her drink so much. He picked her up like a child and carried her into her bedroom. He laid her down on her bed and by that time she had already passed out. Oliver kissed her forehead lightly but she was too far gone to notice. Oliver looked at her peacefully sleeping and decided it was wrong to leaved her so he grabbed the pillow from beside her and curled up next to her. Slowly drifting off into a just as peaceful sleep.
