Going Commando

As the elevator doors opened into the bunker, Oliver limped in cursing, throwing his bow down on the nearest table. Felicity gave a mighty jump at her computer and quickly switched programs to make it look like she was hacking the FBI database. She was supposed to be finding more information on Team Arrow's most recent target. She glanced back at Oliver to gauge if it was safe to ask how the mission went, but what she saw made her breath catch. Having already removed his shirt, Oliver was bent full over pulling on his right boot that seemed to be stuck.

Felicity slowly shook her head wondering, "How do you…?"

Oliver turned toward her looking confused, "How do I what?"

Realizing too late that she had asked the question aloud, Felicity glowed red and turned back to her computer typing furiously, "Nothing! It was nothing..."

But Oliver wasn't giving up that easily. Finally removing the right boot, he stood up and walked around to stare at Felicity over the top of her computer, "Oh come on Felicity, how do I what?"

Felicity glanced up nervously, "How do you….well…you know…fit?"

Oliver blinked at her confused, "What do you mean fit?"

Felicity turned an even darker shade of red, "How do you fit? How do you fit it all in there? I mean there's all this," she said pointing at him, "and yet you're able to fit it all in those tiny leather pants! I'm not saying your fat; I mean there's nothing fat about you, even though the human body does have a certain amount of fat…"

"Felicity!"

"Sorry! What I mean is how do you fit it all in there? For crying out loud they're skin tight leather pants!"

This time it was Oliver who turned slightly red. Backing up a little and focusing on a point just above Felicity's head, he started "Well…Felicity…it…it just kind of does. For every guy it's a bit different, but it fits, just like it would in jeans or sweatpants."

Catching Oliver's eyes, Felicity stared up at him, "But Oliver you aren't like everyone else. I mean there's so much there and yet…"

"Felicity," Oliver's voice faltered and continued in a higher pitch than normal, "if we're talking about what I think we are talking about, I'm flattered, really. But why are you asking?"

Felicity continued staring at him, "What do you mean if we're talking about what you think we are? All I meant was how do you fit into those pants and yet not even have an underwear line? I mean even with a body like yours, one usually shows and yet you never have one. A woman would kill for that!"

Oliver stood there a second, staring at Felicity with his mouth hanging open, "Underwear line? That's what you were talking about?"

"Of course! What did you think I was talking about?

Dodging the question, Oliver shrugged, "Well that's easy, I just go commando."

Felicity looked at him exasperated, "I know that! You're very good at going all commando. I mean you go commando on evil every night when you're out there taking people down, but it still doesn't explain the pants!"

"Felicity! I don't wear underwear!" And finished with the conversation, Oliver turned to walk further into the bunker, smiling when he heard the distinct sound of Felicity falling out of her chair.

End