A/N: Hello again! So I ended up deciding this is definitely going to be multi-chapter. Not sure how long it will be since I don't plan the chapters, I just let the characters tell me what they want. Also will probably update as often as possible.

Just a little heads up, I am adding other characters in and they get a brief mention at the end. Tommy didn't die! So it is officially AU. And I'm setting this about a year after Slade, with Thea back and Sara popping in. So enjoy and see you at the end!

Disclaimer: If you recognise it, it's not mine. All rights go to the wonderful people at CW, DC and The Arrow.

As soon as she woke up, Felicity thought she may have been swallowed by a cloud. Or a marshmallow. And honestly, she wouldn't care if she had been with how warm and cosy everything felt.

That was the moment she gained full consciousness and realised - a little too late - that there was a possibility she wasn't in her own bed. Shit.

Scrambling through the covers to reach the bedside table for her glasses, she quickly put them on and scanned the room like she saw they did in the movies. So she's paranoid, sue her! Automatically noticing just how big the room was - she could fit half her house in here! - she realised she was in her boss' house, with a high possibility of being in his bed. Did she already say "shit"?

Quickly trying to remember just what her last memory was, she remembers she was in the foundry still.

Flashback

"Felicity, there's nothing out here tonight the Arrow needs to sort out. I'm heading back" Oliver's voice could be heard through the comms.

Sure enough, it had been an awfully slow night. If it weren't for her having a bit of fun earlier she would probably have rambled a hell of a lot more all night. And wouldn't that be just delightful? Instead, she'd been humming some songs all night and having a little wiggle in her seat.

Digg decided a couple hours earlier to head home, Lyla had cravings for spicy food so him being the doting dad-to-be left to supply her with Thai food. Felicity stayed mostly for Oliver - though she'll never admit it, her favourite part of their night was when he came back, came home. She claimed she wanted to get some searches up and check if anyone else has decided escaping prison was a good idea.

"Okay, be safe! Please try to not run into trouble again like last night" Felicity pleads, remembering the extra scar from a blade he'd came back with yesterday.

Lightly chuckling down the line, she could hear his smirk with his reply "aww you suck all the fun out of everything Fe-li-ci-ty". Why did her name always have to sound like a damn prayer and seduction every time he said it? Stupid billionaires with their stupid abs and charm.

She decided against replying and continued with her research. Yawning and slightly stretching she reached for her coffee cup and found - sadly - she'd drank it all. Why is the coffee always gone? Resting her head on her arm for a minute, she closed her eyes and daydreamed about coffee. So she has an addiction, you would too if your boss was a leather-clad vigilante who's number one hobby was patrolling the streets in the early hours of the morning and still expect you to be at work for 8am!

End of flashback

So she fell asleep next to her babies while literally dreaming about coffee. Great, Smoak, you've really outdone yourself!

Before she could even think to look for her tablet, a gentle knock came from her door. Glancing down at herself she finds she's not in her own clothes, but an Oliver-scented t-shirt too big on her. Deciding it's better to hide under the blankets than get up, she calls "uhm yes? Hi... Hello... Come in?" She hopes it's not Oliver. She hopes it is Oliver.

"Hey sleeping beauty, I got Raisa to make up a tray of food for you. Figured you might be hungry." Oliver slowly walks through the door when he hears her allow him entry. He thinks she's the most beautiful thing he's seen in his life, what with her hair a tangled mess on her head, her glasses propped haphazardly on her nose and just the image of her awake in his bed. He honestly thinks he could get used to that sight every morning, but quickly pushes that thought out of his mind when he sees her eyes searching the tray – probably for caffeine.

"Don't worry, I got your coffee" Oliver smirked at her reaction – her face a mix of relief and confusion – as she grabs hurriedly for her precious coffee.

"Mmm hello beautiful" She says, punctuating the end of the sentence with a sip and an appreciative moan.

"Shall I leave you two alone?" Oliver tries for cheeky playfulness, trying to not let it show how much that moan affected him. If that's how she sounds with coffee… No. Don't.

"Haha, you're so funny aren't you?" He nods, keeping his eyes on hers. "Well by all means, judge me while standing and staring at me. You know that's kind of creepy right? I mean, I'm not calling you a creep… Even if you have yet to take your eyes off me. Or explain to me what I'm doing in your bed looking like we had sexy times… Which I hope we haven't. Not to say I don't want to do that with you because I've imagined this situation in different ways before… I said not imagined, right? Please stop me! Why does my brain always jump to sex? See-"

"Fe-li-ci-ty" Oliver drawled out, placing a hand on her shoulder to calm her down. She wonders when he managed to get so close – probably while she was telling him she wants to sleep with him.

"Oh you do, do you?" Oliver asked, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes and a slight upturn of his lips. Oh god, she hasn't has she?

"I said that aloud didn't I?" She blushed a pretty shade of red – even more so than she already was – before dropping her head into her bed sheet covered hand, making sure not to spill the coffee.

As much as Oliver enjoyed teasing Felicity, he thought he ought to tell her why he brought her home. "By the time I got back to the foundry, you were already asleep in front of the computers. I tried to wake you up, but you're a very heavy sleeper! I tried finding your house keys so I could take you home but your bag is a confusing place to be" She raised an eyebrow at that. "So I thought it would be easier to bring you here" He shrugged. He felt very light having her there, which was an absolute miracle. He can't honestly remember the last time he felt so light and relaxed, even if it was at the expense of his partner.

The relaxed atmosphere didn't go unnoticed by Felicity. As much as she wanted to comment on and question it, she didn't. She never gets to see Oliver be so calm. Sure, her and Diggle probably know him better than anyone, and get to see the real Oliver often, but he was a pretty stressed person who tended to put the blame on himself for everything. She's pretty sure he even blames himself for global warming somehow. So instead, she eyes up the breakfast tray he placed next to her tablet and he soon gets the hint.

"After something, Miss Smoak?" He smiled at her. Genuinely smiled – her favourite smile.

"Well food would be great right now! And could you pass my tablet? It's too far away from me" she pouts, hoping to keep up the light mood even though what she just said was completely true.

Gracefully standing up, Oliver made his way over to the requested items and placed them in front of his dishevelled partner. Starting to turn to leave, he feels Felicity grasp his hand, successfully stopping him.

"Could you stay for a bit please? My brain is still catching up and I also want to know about the whole clothes thing…" Felicity blushed more. She seemed to be doing a lot of that!

"Sure." He smiled again. Maybe the blushing wasn't so bad as long as he kept smiling like that. "Oh and Raisa saw me bring you in, she thought you'd be more comfortable out of your normal clothes, but Thea was asleep so she put you in one of my t-shirts. Your clothes are on the radiator in the bathroom but Thea is more than happy to lend you some of hers."

She felt a little more comfortable knowing Oliver didn't do it, even if he has saw girls in much worse states wearing a lot less than her! She'd have to find Raisa and thank her whenever she got out of the incredibly comfy bed.

While she ate, they talked about plans for the rest of the day. They both had it off since the PR team thinks they need to prepare for the gala, so they could pretend for a few hours like life is normal. Oliver knew he had to get up and leave her, try to put some distance between their ever-growing closeness, but he found he couldn't – or maybe he didn't want to. Either way, he seemed to be falling head first with no signs of stopping. Since when was he such a sop, he thought.

"So me, Digg, Sara and Roy are going out Saturday after the gala… We might be meeting Thea and Tommy too. You want to join us? I mean, I know you pretty much NEVER go out anymore, and never seem to want to with me and Digg, BUT it'll be a laugh! We'll probably end up back at Verdant anyways. I just think you need to loosen up a bit. I mean no one else broods as much as you, or feels guilty about as much. Think about it at least okay?" When she sees him nodding to the ground, she grabs his hand and says "I mean it Oliver! If I have to go to the foundry, drag your ass upstairs and pour a shot down your throat I will."

Oliver's first thought is how she was dancing in the office yesterday with Digg, sober. How confident she seemed, knowing exactly what her body's limits were. He wants to test out just where those limits reach… Stop it, man! Maybe it'll be good to let loose with people he can call friends for a few hours.

"Okay sure, I'll think about it. Anything for you, Miss Smoak, naturally" he smirks in her direction.

"Hmm anything, huh? I'll hold you to that, Mr Queen" she beams back. Yup, definitely toast!

A/N 2: So I hope you guys liked it! Not the way I wanted to go with this chapter initially, but there you go. Please remember I have no beta so be kind! I'm not sure how this fic will pan out just yet, it might stay light and fluffy but if you guys have any pointers or ideas please send them my way! I'd love to know.

Thanks for the support so far guys! What did you think?~