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Author: Some1FoundMe

Rating: T (for now)

Summary: Random little one shots strung together by song titles. This is an already-established-relationship story because as much as I like the whole "slow-burn" thing, instant gratification also makes me happy

Disclaimer: Clearly I don't own Oliver and Felicity as he slept with Isabel and that's just disgraceful…

Gorilla

He woke with a start, sitting up in the empty bed, his heart racing. It wasn't the first time that the nightmare had plagued him. They were becoming more and more frequent and he didn't need a shrink to analyze where they were coming from.

Felicity was in his life every day, she was an integral part of his universe, and he knew that the recent shift in their relationship had only made her more of a liability to him. If anyone found out about her, if Slade discovered that she was more than just his IT expert, he'd paint a target on her back.

Those were the thoughts that kept him up at night. His mind was continually coming up with horrifying scenarios that all resulted in the same thing: Felicity dying right before his eyes. The thought made him break out in a cold sweat. Losing Felicity was not an option. Not now. Not ever. He'd force him to leave him if that's what it took, he'd send her as far away as possible, but it hadn't come to that yet and he prayed to God every day that it never did.

Glancing around the room, the vestiges of the dream left him and he remembered where he was. He'd spent the night with her. He was in her bed, not his own, with the scent of her perfume clinging to the sheets. He suspected that the fact that he'd held her in his arms through the night had something to do with the clarity of his nightmare.

She wasn't, however, in his arms now and he noticed that the bed beside him was cold. The clock on her nightstand told him that it wasn't quite seven in the morning but he wasn't surprised. Felicity rarely slept late. Her brain was always working on something and he'd learned quickly that until whatever it was she had spinning around up there was resolved, things like sleeping and eating were pushed to the wayside.

He found his jeans discarded on the floor at the foot of her bed where he'd left them and stepped into them. He wasn't surprised when he realized that his shirt, which should've been lying in roughly the same place as his jeans, was missing. On the handful of occasions that they'd spent the night together, he'd woken to find Felicity wearing his shirt and very little else. This he didn't mind, not in the slightest. She looked amazing in his clothes.

He wandered out into the living room of her small apartment and found her on the couch. Her usually well-kept hair was a tousled mess, the sight making him smile when he realized that he'd had some part in its currently erratic state, and her glasses were perched on the end of her nose. She sat cross-legged, her attention focused on the tablet in her hands. He went unnoticed as he moved quietly into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.

Watching her from the other side of her breakfast bar, Oliver noticed her head bobbing from side to side, her lips moving as she sang along to a song that he couldn't hear. He hadn't even realized that she had her headphones in. She was completely oblivious to the fact that he was watching her, she usually was, and he liked having the opportunity to see her this way. He liked seeing her with her guard down.

When the coffee was ready, he fixed a cup for each of them and carried them out to the living room. Setting both cups on the end table farthest from her, he dropped onto the couch beside her, startling her so badly that clapped her hand over her mouth to muffle her scream. Her tablet would've hit the floor if he hadn't reached out to catch it. In the midst of everything, her headphones were suddenly disconnected from the tablet and music filled the otherwise silent apartment.

Felicity snatched her computer back, hastily tapping the screen and effectively cutting off the song she'd been listening too. Fortunately, she hadn't been fast enough and he'd heard enough of the lyrics to recognize the song. He really didn't listen to much music, it was too distracting, but every now and then he'd catch a song he didn't know as he walked through the club. This was a song that Thea's DJ seemed to really like because it was playing often at Verdant.

When Felicity looked up at him, her face was redder than he'd ever seen it.

"Give me the tablet, Felicity," he said firmly, using the same voice that he often used when he was running down a target. He knew that it would draw a reaction out of her, it always did.

She shook her head, "Not a chance."

"At least turn the song back on."

She shook her head again, her face growing impossibly redder. He reached for the computer and she gasped, clutching it tighter to her chest.

"Oliver."

"Felicity."

She glared at him, not budging an inch even as he moved closer to her.

"You do know that I can take that from you any time that I want to, right?"

She rolled her eyes, "What do you want with my computer anyway? Don't you have more money than God? Go get your own."

He laughed, reaching for her again only instead of reaching for her tablet he grabbed her ankle and hauled her towards him. She squeaked in surprise but didn't have the chance to pull away from him before he'd yanked her to his chest and held her captive, her tablet wedged between them. She glanced down at his bare chest before her eyes met his.

"You're cheating," she murmured, "You're trying to distract me."

He shrugged, "You're wearing my shirt, Felicity, I'm pretty sure you're the one causing the distraction."

She smirked at that, brushing her lips along his jaw as she spoke.

"I'm still not going to give you my tablet."

His hand made its way to the back of her head, tangling in her hair. He fisted his it, the blonde strands twisting around his fingers, and the noise that she made in response made his blood run hot. He was so glad that he'd woken up to the fact that he had this beautiful woman within his reach. And she wasn't just beautiful. She was kind and selfless and smarter than anyone else that he knew. She was also brave. She stood beside him without question. She knew what it meant to be with him, what it really meant, and she'd stayed anyway. He loved her for that.

"Play the song again, Felicity."

She sighed, sitting back so that she was straddling his lap. His shirt was huge on her, falling almost to her knees, and he edged the hem up so that he could rest his hands on her bare thighs. She shivered under his touch, her face flushing again. She rearranged the tablet between them, her fingers dancing across the screen for a second before the song starts again. For a long moment, neither of them moved.

When the chorus started, she shifted awkwardly in his lap. They were staring at one another and he was barely breathing.

Cause what I got for ya, I promise it's a killer. You'll be bangin' on my chest, bang bang. Gorilla.

She was looking at him with lust in her blue eyes, there was no denying that. He could only imagine what she saw in his expression.

"Take me to bed, Oliver."

He was on his feet in half a heartbeat, his hands settling on the backs of her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He took the tablet from her and dropped it onto the sofa. She hung onto him, her arms coming up to lock around his neck.

"Hold onto me tight, Felicity."

She couldn't stop the small laugh that spilled from her lips even as her fingers combed through the short hairs at the back of his head.

"That's more like it," she told him, referring to the first time that he'd said those words. It had been one of the million times that her brain to mouth filter had stopped working around him.

He shook his head, laughing with her, and nipped at her bottom lip.

"I figured."

They were both smiling when their lips met. They had had so many 'almost' moments, so many moments that could've led to something more. And while there had been times when he'd wanted to take her into his arms and never let her go, he was happy that their relationship had started the way that it had. He was glad that she'd been his friend first. He loved her, that much he knew. He may not be ready to speak the words out loud but he knew without a doubt that they were true.