Hey guys! Just another fun one-shot I thought up. Remember that these are in no way connected, unless otherwise noted! And can we just say holy crap-balls to last night's ep? I thought I was going to die from Olicity overload. Such perfection! Anywho, reviews are always welcomed!

Felicity stood to stretch as Oliver shook hands with his partners. What was supposed to be a simple lunch meeting had drug on to a two hour debate between Oliver and the other two men, but in the end it had all ended in a mutual agreement. Felicity's legs protested as she stood, being cramped under a tiny table for two hours was not how she had intended to spend her lunch hour.

Oliver helped her into her coat, bringing a slight smile to Felicity's face. It was these small moments that she treasured the most between them. Although they most likely meant nothing to Oliver, to Felicity they were glimpses into what a normal life with Oliver Queen might resemble. Her cheeks reddened as Oliver placed his hands on her shoulders, ushering her towards the door just as another couple entered the restaurant.

Felicity's gaze caught the couple, marveling at how perfect they looked together. The man was well built and quite handsome, with just a slight crook to his nose that marred his near perfect features. As if it were possible, the woman was even more beautiful. Her chestnut brown hair settled just past her shoulders, perfectly balanced against her olive skin and dark eyes. They looked like they were seemingly made for one another.

Felicity froze as the recognition hit her. She turned abruptly, crashing into Oliver's chest.

"Felicity? What's wrong?" Oliver asked as Felicity started to slightly hyperventilate.

"Do you see that couple that just walked in?" she whispered. Oliver nodded, urging her to go on. "Well, that would be my cheating scum of an ex-boyfriend with my lying and conniving ex roommate."

Felicity shuddered as the memory of her finding them clouded her mind. She had only been dating Larry Fletcher for a few months, but she had thought things were going well. That was until she came home one night and caught him and her roommate Marcy rolling around in her bed. What had made it all so painful was not the fact that her boyfriend and roommate were shacking up, but instead the look in their eyes when they saw her in the doorway. Neither of them had jumped to get dressed or fumbled for an excuse. Instead, they just looked at her, with eyes that showed no regret or shame, as if she should had expected this from the start. It was because of them that she had sworn off dating while in college, focusing instead of her studies. She could honestly say that Larry Fletcher and Marcy Saxton were to blame for her lack of a college social life.

"I need you to be my boyfriend," Felicity said suddenly. Oliver's eyebrows quirked up questioningly. "Not like, for real or anything, just for a minute. Look, if they know the truth that I'm still some lonely tech, geek it will just cement the fact that I am still the same loser they knew in college. Please Oliver! I'll bring you coffee for a month!" Felicity begged.

Oliver's eyes flicked to the couple, who seemed to have recognized Felicity by the way they were crossing the restaurant towards them.

"Please!" Felicity pleaded as her hands slowly slid up his chest. She froze when she heard a throat clear behind them. She shut her eyes and slowly began to turn, ready to face the all too humiliating music, when Oliver's hands slid to her hips and pulled her into him. Her eyes flew open just in time to see Oliver leaning in towards her. When their lips met, it took all of a second for the realization that Oliver Queen, billionaire vigilante, was in fact kissing her. Her hands gripped the lapels of his suit, pulling herself flush against his body. This really hadn't been what she had meant when she had asked Oliver to be her boyfriend, but she wasn't about to argue. Chills coursed through her body as Oliver's tongue grazed her bottom lip and it took every ounce of brain power she had to keep her knees from buckling underneath her. A throat cleared behind them again, and Felicity reluctantly pulled away from Oliver, quite pleased with herself when a slight groan of protest left his throat.

"Hey Smoaky," Larry said as she turned to face the couple. "You look great! Wow I haven't seen you since college!" Felicity cringed at the statement. What he should've said was "I haven't seen you since you caught me romping around your apartment with your roommate."

She watched as Larry pulled out his smooth smile, remembering how she had fallen for it so many years ago. It didn't even compare to Oliver's, and she realized she would never fall for that smile now.

"Hi guys, how are you two doing?" Felicity asked as politely as she could, even though she could really care less how the two of them were.

"We're great!" Marcy replied with a smirk. "Still madly in love," she added, and Felicity knew she did it just to take a stab at her.

"Well you two certainly did have quite the connection in college," Felicity countered, fully ready to engage in a battle of words if need be. She could feel the pain and anger of the couple's betrayal boiling up inside her when suddenly a hand slipped into hers. She gasped as she looked down at the fingers that intertwined with hers. When she looked up, her favorite pair of blue eyes were gazing down at her.

"Where are my manners? Larry and Marcy, this is Oliver Queen…my boyfriend." Felicity locked eyes with Marcy as the words left her lips, delighting in the way Marcy's mouth had dropped open slightly.

Larry seemed to have froze on the spot as he glanced from Oliver to Felicity, before he stuck his hand out, grasping on to Oliver's. "Nice to meet you Mr. Queen," he said. "I've heard a lot about you."

"I've heard a lot about you too," Oliver countered. Felicity restrained her laugh as Oliver reached out to shake Marcy's hand. Marcy shook his hand lightly, clearly upset over the entire situation.

"Well Smoaky, I certainly never would've expected you to end up as a tabloid queen," Marcy said, the smirk once again making an appearance on her face. "If Oliver Queen is anything like his reputation, I'd say you are well on your way to your 15 minutes of fame."

Felicity bit her tongue as Marcy hurled the insult at her. Of course Marcy would go there. Why would she ever think that Felicity could snag someone like Oliver Queen when she couldn't even keep Larry, an MIT dropout, under wraps? The truth of it stung more than Felicity cared to admit.

"Actually, you are quite mistaken Marcy," Oliver began, completely taking Felicity off guard. She peered up from him behind her lashes, wondering what exactly he was doing. "You are apparently out of date with your gossip news. I'm a very different man now that I have had five years of alone time on that island. It made me realize a few things, and one of those was that I am sick of being surrounded by beautiful, brainless women." Oliver stared right at Marcy, making sure she took the full effect of his words. "When I came home and found Felicity, I knew I had found a woman who was not only beautiful, but incredibly intelligent. She keeps me on my toes, and also happens to be one of my biggest confidants in my company. She's quite the asset, and I intend to hold on to her for as long as she'll let me."

Now it was Felicity's turn to have her mouth drop open. She stared at Oliver, replaying the words in her head and trying to make sense of them, until she felt him squeeze her hand. She whipped her head around to find Larry gaping at them and Marcy fuming. If it was in any way possible, Felicity was quite sure there would be steam coming from her ears.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you both, but Felicity and I really must be going now." Oliver nodded to them, flashing his brilliant Queen smile, before tugging a still reeling Felicity behind him and out of the restaurant.

Once inside the car, Felicity replayed the entire encounter over again in her mind, trying to convince herself that she wasn't dreaming. A warm hand fell to her knee, immediately snapping her back to the present.

"Oliver, that was beyond amazing. Thank you so much for bailing me out like that. Although you really didn't have to take it that far, not that I mind of course, it's just you kind of threw me off guard with that kiss. And did you see Marcy's face? Oh god I can die happy now, not that I want to die, but if I do, I'm happy I got to see that look on her face," Felicity babbled, until she realized that Oliver was leaning towards her, his eyes darker than usual.

"That was fun." Oliver said, his breath ghosting over Felicity's face. "I can't wait to meet your other ex-boyfriends." He winked at her before sitting back in his seat, leaving a flustered and flabbergasted Felicity wondering what in the hell had just happened.