THE GIRL IS MINE

A/N: Oliver was being stubborn about Felicity and Tommy was exactly the man to get Oliver's head out of his ass. Olicity baby!

This is a repost from my tumblr account - everythinglollipop (home of more Olicity stories)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the pack of skittles in front of me according to my little nephews who so gleefully rubbed it in before snatching the said pack of skittles away from me forever.


Oliver's eyes narrowed as he spotted his best friend sitting too close for comfort to his girl. Well, at least that's how he defined Felicity Smoak in his brain, his girl. Not that he would actually get up and tell her that or even act like some kind of jealous boyfriend. Because boyfriend he was not. He hasn't defined himself a boyfriend to anyone since Laurel Lance, maybe not even with Laurel because if he really was to use the term boyfriend then rightfully so he should have been loyal and faithful to her. So no, he was not boyfriend then, he wasn't one now.

Except that he felt heat rising from the embers of his bones, his soul or whatever part of his body it was that it had come from while he continued looking at Tommy Merlyn with Felicity, his Felicity.

Of course it could be all innocent. They were inside Verdant, the Club floor before opening hours. Tommy had known Felicity for a couple of months now. He himself had made the mistake because he now acknowledged that as a mistake, introducing his girl wednesday to his best friend one day almost two months ago.

The unsettling feeling that they had in fact become fast friends ate at Oliver. He had found them snickering and on some occasions giggling together. Tommy Merlyn did not giggle like a school girl, the mere fact that Felicity made him giggle like one, was letting this 'friend' relationship between Tommy and Felicity get out of hand.

During the last two weeks, Oliver had noticed that Tommy had added putting his arm loosely around Felicity's neck, her waist or any part of her body that seemed innocent enough to the repertoire of their friendly touches. But the touching in itself was making Oliver uneven. No one was allowed to touch his girl but him, not that he touched her with the liberties that Tommy likes to make. That further made Oliver see red, Oliver didn't even dare to put an arm around Felicity the way Tommy had.

Sure, he placed a hand to the small of her back, but that was more to guide her or aid her. She was precious china after all.

Oliver looked away for a moment to gather himself and when he looked back at the non-couple he couldn't help but growl at what he saw, Tommy was leaning in, his head on Felicity's shoulder smiling sweetly up at her.

Tommy and sweet did not mix. Tommy was never sweet unless he wanted something, something akin to sex with a girl that he found sexy enough to waste his time with.

Oliver's footsteps pounded on the floor as he made his way toward the two with the words Tommy, sex, Felicity, sweet on heavy rotation in his brain.

"Felicity!" Oliver said almost angrily.

"Frack Oliver, you scared me. I didn't see you there," Felicity responded in a higher than usual pitch.

"I can see that," he said trying to mask his emotions unsuccessfully.

"What's got your panties in a twist Ollie?" Tommy asked him with mirth.

Oliver glared at his best friend then reached out a hand to pull at Felicity's arm. Oliver found that he had the urge to pull his Felicity away from Tommy. Away from someone who could charm his way not only into his girl's pants but in her heart too.

"What's wrong?" Felicity asked him, allowing herself to be pulled away.

Oliver allowed the question to sink, inhaling in the process before he answered her, "we have work to do."

"We do? I thought you said last night that all our searches can wait until next week that tonight, Friday night we deserved a mini-break from you know," saying the next words in a stage whisper, "our nightly activities."

Tommy was aware that Oliver was the Vigilante and that Felicity was helping him with his crime fighting. Tommy also knew that the basement of Verdant served as the base of their operations. But all these was known only to Oliver, Felicity, John Diggle who was noticeable absent choosing to spend the day with Lyla Michaels his ex-wife, current girlfriend, Oliver wasn't sure which definition to go by, and Tommy. Just four people where privy to this secret lair information.

"Oliver?" Felicity asked him again to get his attention which obviously was elsewhere.

"Let's head to the VIP room," Oliver pulled Felicity to the private second floor noticing that the party goers were starting to fill the ground floor of the Club and wanted Felicity to himself, away from Tommy Merlyn.

"Hey," Tommy raised a holler at being left alone in the bar.

Oliver turned around to look at his friend, "the Club is open Tommy, time for you to work it," referencing Tommy's role as the ambassador of the Club, doing the rounds and mingling with the clientele.

Tommy lifted a brow and muttered under his breath, "right bro. I know that's not what this really is about, jealous much Ollie."

The moment Oliver sat down on the couch in the VIP room he completely relaxed, his demeanor changing. He was unaware that a smile had been plastered on his face until Felicity pointed it out.

"Oh my God, Oliver Jonas Queen, is that?" pointing to his lips, her finger just six inches away from the lips that had caught her attention.

Oliver gave her a penetrating gaze after her comment, making him lose the smile and her finger drop down abruptly.

Thoughts were circling around his head, thoughts telling him he had to come clean with his emotions. He had to tell Felicity that she was the most important thing in his life. Hell, she was his life, but again he faltered, not knowing where to begin.

Ignoring Oliver for a few minutes and feeling the vibe of the Club, she started to sway to the beat of the music with a smile on her face, "this is nice," she said turning to Oliver. "You were right, we needed a break," standing up still swaying as she moved toward the balcony of the private VIP area.

Oliver was in trance, intoxicated by her. The way her body moved, the way her face lifted at something as simple as Club rhythms.

She abruptly turned to him, breaking his stupor and said, "since you don't dance, I'm going to find Tommy and wrangle one dance from him," she turned around again and was about to take a step, but Oliver was quickly by her side grabbing her arm.

"I….I dance."

"You told me once you didn't," Felicity's eyes narrowed.

"On occasion, I do."

Felicity lifted a brow at him and leaned back so she could look at him, "and this is one such occasion?"

"It can be," Oliver said casually.

"How come I can feel your unease from all the way here," gesturing to herself.

"I'm not."

"Really," Felicity said folding her arms and tapping her toes.

"Okay, maybe I am. But you," he pointed out, "wanted to dance, so let's dance."

"Let me get this straight, you don't dance. Hell, you cringe at the thought but because I wanted a dance, with Tommy, you," pointing to him, "all of a sudden feel like dancing?"

Not wanting to be boxed more than he was further into a corner he gave in, "fine, find Tommy and ask him for a dance. Do what you want," he said then turned away from her to sit down again like a deflated puppy.

Felicity groaned in frustration and rather than do as Oliver had said, followed him to the seat and sat down heavily.

"What is this really about?" Felicity asked him gently.

Still reeling from earlier, Oliver pouted and looked to his other side, the side that didn't have Felicity planted on the seat.

"Oliver?" Felicity repeated.

He still refused to look at her, finding instead his almost empty tumbler of scotch interesting.

Felicity inhaled then took the tumbler from Oliver's hands before she repeated this time in sing-song, "Oliver, talk to me."

After a moment, he did talk to her but was still looking away, "are you and Tommy…."

"Are me and Tommy, what?" Felicity asked him confused at his trailing question.

Oliver huffed then faced her, ""are you and Tommy together, a couple?"

Felicity looked at Oliver wide-eyed like she couldn't believe he had asked that question.

"What?' Oliver said defensively, "you're always with him. You laugh with him like I've never seen you do, he's always touching you…what would you have me think."

Felicity repositioned herself on the couch, this time her body was facing his as she reached out both hands to pull his face so that he was facing her.

"First of all, Tommy and I aren't together," she couldn't help but cringe while saying that, "but, if we we're it wouldn't be any of your business," as he started to interrupt, she lifted a finger, "not your business, at all, comprende senor?'

Felicity let her hands slide down from his cheeks to his hands, letting him card his fingers through hers so they were entwined together, taking a moment to look down at them before she continued, "I'm not always with him Oliver, what I am is mostly always with you. And, maybe I laugh more when I'm with him but that's generally what siblings do, he's like a brother to me, a big brother and any touching is perfectly innocent between us."

Oliver was absorbing her words. His whole being however was centered on their twined hands, "am I like a brother to you too?"

The question was innocent enough and at the same time loaded, depending on how she attacked the question. She decided to toss it back to him, "do you like me to see you as a brother?"

She almost missed the whispered, "No." Making her look up at Oliver's face and away from their hands.

"Oliver?" She questioned once again, not sure if she should be reading something into that one word he uttered.

Oliver finally looked at her, his eyes darker than she had ever seen them. And slowly, ever so slowly he leaned toward her pausing just a hair's breath away from her lips, perhaps to give her an out if she needed one for a few seconds, before he finally did what he had wanted to all those months before.

And that was how Tommy found them, about five minutes later into the kiss and still going strong. Rather than interrupt his friends, he made an about-face and walked down the VIP steps telling the bouncer not to let anyone else up the section for the night smiling to himself at just how little effort it took for him to get Oliver to finally, finally act on his obviously pent up feelings for the lady currently in his arms.

Yup, Tommy Merlyn was still Oliver Queen's wingman. Even after everything.


Honestly guys I don't really think this story is beggin' for anything more amd should be left as it is because duh, Olicity happy ending! But, maybe I could add some cute 'Oliver being jealous' scenarios...i don't know, you tell me. I'm still on the fence with this one.