A/N: Oh, boy – one of my Twitter buddies read "Feel Me" and said it "ended to soon". She was wanting more . . . "stuff" to happen. I'd also like to thank her for her medical knowledge in answering a couple of questions I had. Anything I have wrong medically is totally my fault and not hers (or maybe the wine's fault - LOL).

Although I totally just see Olicity in the flirting stage right now, I thought I'd see what happens if I drank some wine and let my fingers fly over the keyboard. This may end up being a "bridge" chapter to one more chapter that will mandate a ratings change on this story. Enjoy – and let me know if I should go further….

Disclaimer: I'm just playing around in CW's and DC's awesome playground.

Feel Me: Chapter 2

Oh, boy, she thought, he better be kidding. She just knew her nerves couldn't handle having to check his entire body for cuts. It had been bad enough the time or two in the past when she'd had to bandage his ribs or apply salve to superficial wounds on his face. Just touching him made her skin all tingly, and she wondered if his body would ever respond the same way toward her. She desperately wanted him to, but God knows he never seemed to be without a woman. Any woman but her – and, really, why was that?

"Earth to Felicity," Oliver's voice came to her from the deep fog of her brain.

"What!" She shook her head and noticed her vision had blurred. She refocused them on Oliver. "Oh, um, sorry. I was just off in – "

"—deep space from the looks of it," Oliver chuckled.

"So it's your turn to be checked out. Yep . . . I'll get right on that. Over here. On you."

"And right now would be good. I think I have a pretty deep cut at the base of my neck under my jacket collar." Oliver pointed to a spot toward the back of his neck.

Felicity still didn't move. She wanted to, but her feet wouldn't listen to her brain. She was just fine standing there looking at Oliver. He was so darn sexy in his dark green leather costume. Damn sexy, actually. She'd really like to just go give him a big hug. Oh, who was she kidding – she like to do a lot more than hug him.

"Fe-li-ci-ty!" Oliver said, waving his arms in front of her this time to get her attention.

"Yes, right. I'm on it." She pushed her glasses up on her nose and reached over to bring one of the rolling toolbox carts with her as she moved toward Oliver.

Theirs was a unique relationship – professional one minute and flirty the next. Putting a label to what they were was damn near impossible. And right now they were in flirt mode, heavy flirt mode. Flirt mode 2.0, she thought.

She stood in front of Oliver now and looked over his face for any shards sticking out. Not seeing any, she got some Q-tips and started applying the same Polysporin he had just used on her. Being as gentle as possible, she finished tending to the cuts on his face before doing anything else.

"Okay, I'm ready to check the rest of you – I mean your other cut. Just your other cut." She felt like such a dork. "Go ahead and remove your jacket."

She made her way behind Oliver as he unzipped the front, but he needed her help in shrugging it off due to his sore shoulder. All she wanted to do was run her fingers over his bare back, but she made herself focus.

"Ewww, okay – you really do have a shard that looks like it's wedged pretty deep. Does it hurt when I – " Felicity tried to move it.

"Yes!" Oliver winced.

Felicity didn't know hardly anything aside from basic first aid treatment until she started working in the lair. As time permitted, or more accurately, as Oliver got hurt, Diggle would share his medic knowledge with her as they treated Oliver's wounds.

"I'm gonna need to pull this piece out. Can you hand me a new pair of straight blade foreplay? I mean forceps! Oh, gawd – why must my brain behave so badly."

"Honestly, Felicity – you wouldn't be you if your brain behaved. It's very endearing . . . and can't help but spark ideas."

"Like . . . what?" She stopped what she was doing and wondered.

"Guess we'll find out," he said as he unwrapped the new pair of straight blade forceps and handed them back to her.

Felicity shook her head to clear the images that just invaded her brain. She took the forceps by the handles and carefully pulled out the shard, reaching around Oliver's broad shoulder to place it in a metal dish that he had started using for the shards he removed from her.

"Okay – this is where I wish Digg was here. It may need stitches, but I have a strong dislike for needles."

"Oh, believe me – I've noticed." Oliver looked at Felicity over his shoulder and smirked.

"Well," she started, "let's just go with a butterfly bandage." She walked around to the cart and leaned down to find what she needed. As she searched through the second drawer she opened, Oliver reached down and found the bandage.

He handed it to her. "Sometimes what you need is right in front of you."

"That it is . . . " she mused as she walked back behind him and applied the bandage. Her work was finished, but her hands lingered on his shoulders. And lingered. And, Lord, she found herself giving him a massage.

"Felicity . . . " Oliver almost whispered.

"Hmmm . . . " she couldn't have verbalized a single thought even if her life depended on it.

He reached up and took one of her hands and led her back to the front facing him. His eyes stared down into her blue eyes. Blue eyes to blue eyes. Staring. The atmosphere in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Oliver licked his lips. He knew he was about to go down a path that would be hard to reverse.

"We've been playing around for so long now. Are you ready for more?" He studied her face for any hint to her thoughts.

"I'd like to, Oliver, but . . . I just don't know how. I mean, I do know how. Well, not because I'm overly experienced but rather decently experienced. It's just I don't know how to go from what we are to doing more. How do we do that, Oliver?"

"Like this," he whispered in her ear as he lowered his head close to hers and kissed her earlobe, gently at first before he gave it a small bite.

Felicity's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she tilted her neck to give him more room. Oliver's mouth traveled down her neck leaving slow, lingering kisses. His tongue, with a mind of its own, found her collarbone.

Felicity released a soft moan. "Oh, 'like this' is just fine."

Oliver moved his hands just inside the collar of her blouse on either side of her neck. His thumbs caressed the base of her collarbone before he brought his fingers to the top button of her blouse.

"Really?" He asked, his voice raw with desire, "'cause it's about to get better."

A/N: As always, thank you for reading my story - and thank you for all the reviews! They inspire and motivate and also help me to know what y'all like to see. :))