Hey guys, thanks for reading. I've started a series of drabbles for all genres and decided to put them here. Actual stories will be separate. Thanks for reading!
He was going slow, for her sake, she knew that but she wasn't like the rest of the team – she wasn't the muscle. The sticks her and Oliver were using weren't heavy but she grew tired in just an hour of sparring. She managed a block, she managed a hit, and it was almost impossible to imagine her ever being able to wield a stick like a sword. Maybe she could crack someone's skull using her keyboard? Doubtful.
She blocked again, and again, and again, but she couldn't land a hit. She didn't expect to. She asked him for a lesson or two in case she was ever put into a situation where she needed to defend herself.
"Felicity, use force. Don't be scared to hit me," Oliver said. For him, a slow sparring was child's play – but to Felicity it was much more challenging than she thought.
"You get the crap beaten out of you every night, I'm not scared to hit you," she stopped as Oliver shot her an amused "really?" look. "I mean, not that you get the crap beaten out of you – usually you're beating the crap out of someone else-"
Before she could say anything else, Oliver took his stick to her legs which caused her fall to the mat. She was breathing heavy and was suddenly in shock. She hadn't expected that. Well, that was the point wasn't it?
"Are you okay?" He asked. He knew he didn't make her fall hard but the look on her face was troubling and she isn't use to combat as much as he and the others were.
"Oh yeah," she said between breaths of air. "I kinda like being on my back – wow – I mean – in a non sensual, casual type way." Oh god. She sighed.
Oliver couldn't contain a laugh and reached out his hand. The second she slipped her hand into his, he pulled her up with a gentle force and caused her to stumble into him. He wrapped his arms around her for support and looked down at her smugly. The redness in her cheeks and the embarrassed look in her eye made her look absolutely adorable.
"I think I'd like you on a desk," He replied, his lips just inches away from hers, his breath tickling her nose, his voice husky in an amused but deadly serious type tone.
"W-what?" Felicity said, her eyes wide and her cheeks now burning from the blood flow. Oliver grinned and closed the space between them, claiming her lips as his own as his arms move around her hips.