A/N - Chapter three! *throws glitter*

The song is "How Long Will I Love You?" by Ellie Goulding

I DO NOT OWN ARROW OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR PLACES USED IN THIS STORY

How long will I love you?

As long as stars are above you, and longer, if I can

How long will I need you?

As long as the seasons need to follow their plan

How long will I be with you?

As long as the sea is bound to wash upon the sand

How long will I give to you?

As long as I live through you, however long you say

How long will I love you?

As long as stars are above you

And longer, if I may

"Home, James."

Oliver closed the limousine door and settled into his seat, and after speaking to the substitute driver, he turned his head to look out the window and watch the raindrops race down the glass. Digg was taking the day off at Oliver's insistence; their nighttime activities had been going on nonstop recently with nary a time to take a breath, so he had ordered the man to get some rest, along with Felicity. He had left the IT girl up in the office almost twenty minutes ago, and after getting roped into several boring conversations by several boring people on his way down and out of the QC building, he had finally reached his car.

The incessant sound of car horns demanded his attention, and his gaze trailed up the long line of unmoving vehicles trapped on the road. Not for the first time, Oliver wondered why so many people were out on such a miserable day. The torrential downpour outside rattled the windows and pelted the road in big fat raindrops as people hurried to and fro on the sidewalks, crouched under umbrellas in futile attempts to keep dry. The blaring of horns seemed to fade into the background and Oliver absently watched all the people walking down the street, until one figure caught his eye. Although she was thoroughly soaked and looked nothing like her usual prim self, the bright pink coat and blonde hair of Felicity Smoak would have caught Oliver's attention anywhere. Forehead creased, he watched as she trudged along the wet sidewalk, hands in pockets, and head down against the wind. She accidentally bumped into somebody, very nearly sending herself sprawling and she apologized with large hand motions and a resigned facial expression. Oliver smiled a bit before speaking to his driver, James.

"Hey, uh, hold up a sec."

James gave Oliver a wry smile in the rearview mirror. "We're not going anywhere in this traffic jam, Mr. Queen. Please, take your time."

Tossing a quick thanks over his shoulder, Oliver grabbed his coat, and opening the limo door, stepped out into the downpour. Maneuvering around cars and jumping over bumpers, Oliver quickly made his way over to where Felicity was just finishing her apologies to the man she had bumped into. As the two went their separate ways he rushed to catch up with her, his voice lost in the passing people and blaring horns as he called her name.

"Felicity! Hey, Felicity!"

Completely oblivious to his calls, she swiftly walked on. Oliver saw the impending disaster as her heel caught in a crack and she tumbled forward, arms flaying. Reaching her just in time, he grabbed her around the waist and she squawked in surprise. Twisting around in Oliver's arms, Felicity almost punched him in the face, eyes wide with fear, surprise, and then recognition as he caught her flying hand.

"Oliver!" As she said his name she seemed to finally comprehend who he was and the fact that she was in his arms, and blushing furiously she squirmed out of his hold.

"Hey, you okay?" Oliver leaned down to pick up her purse that she had dropped, and handing it to her, swept a glance over her disheveled appearance. Her hair that had been meticulously curled that morning now hung in straight wet strands and her coat had mud spatters on the pink fabric, matching the back of her bare calves. He distantly wondered how she could see through her glasses; her eyes were barely visible through the water droplets that covered the lenses.

"Yeah, I'm fine, um, Oliver," Repeating his name one more time, she finally seemed to gather her wits. "What are you doing here?" Taking her purse from him, she awkwardly squeezed out her hair once, not seeming to notice that it resumed dripping down her coat several seconds later. Oliver gave her an easy smile and taking her by the elbow, moved her to the edge of the sidewalk and out of the way of passing people.

"Oh, just thought I'd let you know there's a warm, dry limo several feet away ready to take you home and out of the rain as fast as you'd like." She gave him a skeptical look.

"Mmm hmm. I'm not sure if you've noticed but traffic is not at its best right now. Could take hours to get home in a car at this rate, so thank you for the offer, but I'll walk home." She gave him a smile and almost resumed walking but was stopped by Oliver's hand on her elbow again.

"Hey, hold on, I'll walk with you."

"Oh, um, Oliver! That's not really necessary… well, okay." Felicity watched as Oliver jogged back to the limo and opening the door, spoke to his driver and then grabbed something from the backseat. Maneuvering around the cars he came back, this time with a black umbrella in hand. There was a momentary awkward silence as he held the umbrella over her head and they started walking.

"Thank you, Oliver." She cast a tentative glance towards his face, and meeting his eyes briefly, brought her gaze back towards the pavement. "Nobody's done this for me before, it's nice. I mean–"

"It's my pleasure, Felicity." He cut her off, and she was almost glad– it saved her from blurting out some potentially embarrassing comment. Silence reigned once more, but it ceased to be an awkward silence. It was nice. Oliver's solid presence next to her gave Felicity more warmth inside than it should have, and she tried not to dwell on the fact that this was the closest she had been to him in a long time.

The rain grew stronger, and without realizing it, Felicity found herself shifting farther under the umbrella and nearer to Oliver to stay out of the downpour, and their arms brushed several times before he stuck out his elbow for her to place her hand in. After a moment of hesitancy, Felicity slid her hand onto his arm and he tucked it in a little, bringing her closer to his side. She quelled the little butterflies in her stomach, unsure of, but at the same time completely aware of why she was getting them. She never imagined herself being this close to him and feeling… aroused? But the rough feel of his wool coat brushing against her side made her stomach flip, and the warm feeling in her chest felt like something suspiciously akin to–

Love?

Nah, they were just partners.