This one-shot is inspired by the song Let's Hurt Tonight by OneRepublic.

"I can't believe he escaped!" Oliver growled as he stormed into the foundry. He threw his bow down in agitation as he let out a frustrated sigh. Diggle followed in close behind him.

"Well get him next time man. Don't beat yourself up over it," Diggle replied taking off his gear. A few bruises were already showing up on his massive arms.

"What the hell happened out there Felicity?" Oliver snapped, ignoring John's words. Oliver's head snapped over to Felicity who timidly glanced up from her computer screen.

"Take it easy on her man, it wasn't her fault," Diggle told Oliver, protecting Felicity.

Felicity was supposed to be his eyes tonight during their mission. A very high-profile member of the Chinese Triad had set up shop in town. Felicity had been able to pinpoint his location. The place was heavily guarded, and without help from Felicity, Oliver didn't think he would be able to navigate the place without running into a problem.

Felicity had mistakenly misinterpreted one of the guards patrol pathways, causing Oliver and Diggle to fall into some hot water. Their target escaped in all the chaos, leaving the team with a loss.

"I'm sorry," she muttered, guilt eating her away. Normally Oliver wasn't this hard on her. What was up with him tonight?

"You need to pull your head out of Palmer's bedroom and focus on what we do here," Oliver demanded. The room fell silent for a second as Felicity took in what he had just said.

She wasn't with Ray. Sure he had kissed her a few days ago, but nothing else had happened since then. Why did Oliver think they were together? Who the hell was he to even say that to her?

"I see you two need a few minutes. I'll catch you both tomorrow," Diggle interjected, not wanting to be a caught in the middle of this. Diggle quickly grabbed his bag and left The Foundry. Felicity waited until Diggle was gone before responding to Oliver's inappropriate comment.

"How dare you accuse me of something like that! You have crossed a line, Oliver!" She shot up out of her chair crossing her arms.

"It's not an accusation if it's true, Felicity. I saw you two kissing the other night. " A surprised look spread across her face as he said the second part.

"You were spying on me?" She gasped furiously. He moved closer to her, still fuming.

"Now who's the one making accusations?"

"Then why were you there?" She demanded furiously. Oliver was now standing directly in front of her.

"That's irrelevant," he replied, trying to dodge the question.

"It became relevant when you brought it up. Why were you spying on me, Oliver?" Her hands moved to the sides of her hips.

Oliver's fist balled up at his side as he deliberated internally with himself. "Dammit, Felicity, I was coming to tell you that I wanted to be with you!"

She stopped cold in her tracks as his words sank in.

"You pushed me away, Oliver," she whispered remembering their kiss in the hospital. He told her that he couldn't be with her and be The Arrow as well.

"I did, and I hated every second of it. I thought I could ignore these feelings but I can't," Oliver admitted glaring down at her.

"What happens the next time I get hurt. You'll find a reason to blame yourself and push me out again."

"No, I'm tired of running."

"You chose to run."

"Felicity, please," he pleaded.

She turned her back on him to walk away. He reached out his hand and grabbed her arm. Turning her back around to face him, he took in her somber expression. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Her mascara had smeared slightly from where she had wiped her eyes.

"I love you, Felicity." Without wasting any time, he cupped his hands on the sides of her face and brought her in for an emotional kiss. Her hand slid up his chest and found it's way to the back of his head. She pushed him in closer to her, not wanting any distance between them. A few of her tears rolled down towards their lips, causing the kiss to become salty. Oliver's hand trailed down to the small of her back, pushing her closer to him.

Breaking apart for air, Felicity let out a loud exhale. "Are you sure this time?"

"Nothing is going to stand in my way this time; not even me and my thick head," he replied giving her a quick, reassuring smile.

"Oliver," she whispered as tears of joy overwhelmed her. He pulled her into him and wrapped his arms around her. She rested her head on his shoulder. Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier," Oliver apologized.

With her head still resting on his shoulder, she replied. "You wear green for a reason. I'm not with Palmer, though. I want you."

"I still shouldn't have treated you like that," he responded feeling guilty.

"I guess you will just have to buy me dinner to make up for it," she replied, earning a chuckle from him.

"Well, most of the fancy places are closed now. I think mainly fast food is open," he replied.

"Big Belly Burger it is then," she agreed, know that they both enjoyed that place.

"Big Belly Burger," He agreed. Giving her one last squeeze, he broke apart the hug. "Well, I guess I need to change before we leave." He was still dressed in his vigilante gear.

"That would definitely be an outfit that people would talk about," she agreed, giving him a smile.

He quickly changed into a casual shirt and jeans as she fixed her smeared makeup. After a few minutes, they both finished getting ready.

"I'm sorry for messing up the mission tonight," Felicity said as they began heading out to their vehicles.

"It honestly wasn't your fault. We wouldn't have made it as far as we did without your help."

"Thanks," she smiled feeling better about earlier.

"Now, let's go get some food," he smiled, opening the door to the car.