I'm not 100% happy with this one. I love the song (I don't want to love somebody else by A Great Big World) and I had a pretty clear idea of some parts of this story. I'm just not sure about the end result.

This is also my first foray into third person omniscient and I'm not sure how much I like it. I usually switch perspectives after page breaks and never in the middle of scenes. I'm a big fan of third person limited. So let me know what you think? Anyways, I hope you enjoy it. It's different from my other stuff.

Rated T for a wee bit of swearing.

Enjoy! I own nothing (including Arrow or the lyrics that I shamelessly lifted and actually placed in dialogue). Listen to the song though. It'll change your world.

Well I don't care if loneliness kills me

I don't wanna love somebody else

Felicity's fingers smoothed out the lines of her gown as she waited for the bartender to fix her drink. The galas of the rich and famous had never been her favorite facet of being Oliver Queen's EA.

She shouldn't complain. For a while there it had really looked like they wouldn't get the company back. It hadn't helped matters that Oliver couldn't afford the legal fees to fight for his namesake.

"Here you go, Miss." Felicity smiled kindly up at the good-looking man who had made her drink and raised the straw to her ruby red lips. Placing a napkin with his number before her, he winked at her and moved on to help the others who were gathered around the bar. She considered the napkin for a moment before moving her eyes over the thirsty, well-dressed partygoers. She caught Dig's eye and he smiled at her in commiseration. He hated these functions more than she did. He was standing by the doors with the other 'black drivers'.

A familiar sharp peal of laughter echoed across the room and Felicity's eyes searched for the source. A sigh crossed her lips when her gaze landed upon the beautiful brunette in a form-fitting red gown. Felicity's attention moved from the woman's dress to the arm that her gloved hand was clutching.

He was a remarkably attractive man. He always had been. There had never been a moment over the course of their relationship that Felicity hadn't found him breathtakingly beautiful.

Tonight was no exception. Clad in Armani, triumphant in his return to the helm of Queen Consolidated, Oliver Queen was a vision.

And he and Laurel Lance were as picture perfect as they had always been. Felicity dropped her gaze before Oliver noticed her attentions. Her fingers dragged the straw around her drink, the ice clinking delicately against the sides of the glass.

"Felicity." Her head jerked up, a mask concealing her thoughts as Richard Smith stepped up to her side.

"Richard." She returned politely. She raised her drink to her mouth and ignored the way that his eyes caressed her body.

Handsome though he was, Richard was twelve years her senior. He was dull in the way she'd come to associate with the QC accounting department. Despite his high position in the company, he wasn't a pompous man.

Felicity assessed him critically for a moment as he blathered on about that week's stock figures. His hair was light brown and his lips were plump. His nose was a little long but his eyes were kind. He wore his business suit well.

She glanced away from him and over to Oliver and Laurel surreptitiously. She nodded along to what Richard was saying, nibbling on her bottom lip as Laurel pulled Oliver out onto the dance-floor. She watched as the eldest Lance placed a hand on his shoulder before turning back to smile sadly at Richard.

Her hand went back to stirring the drink in front of her.

Oliver's jaw was beginning to ache as his lips stretched into yet another fake smile. The woman at his side did little to improve his mood.

He was being churlish, he knew. He was lucky to have the company back. Lucky to be the CEO of the company that his parents worked so hard to build. The idle chit-chat and pleasantries were certainly a small price to pay.

A flash of blue caught his attention and he watched as Felicity Smoak pulled herself up onto a barstool and flashed a pretty smile at the bartender. Through narrowed eyes, he watched as the man flirted with her while mixing her drink. His jaw snapped shut loudly as he watched the bartender write something on a napkin and hand it to Felicity with her drink. When Felicity didn't immediately toss aside the napkin, Oliver fought to redirect his attention to the woman at his side. Laurel's mouth was moving rapidly and he realised that he hadn't been aware of it.

"The man actually believed that he could talk his way out of it! Can you believe it, Ollie?" She finished dramatically.

Oliver's lips twitched upwards in a grimace. "Didn't know who he was dealing with. Obviously."

Laurel threw back her head and laughed loudly, her hand clutching his arm as her body shook with amusement. Oliver sighed quietly and brought the tumbler of scotch to his lips.

Laurel's laughter had trailed off but her hand had yet to leave his arm. His eyes darted across the room again. Annoyance bubbled within his chest as Dick Smith leaned into Felicity's space, eyes moving unabashedly over her figure.

It wasn't that he didn't see the appeal. She was stunning. That shade of blue against the creamy hue of her bared skin and the bright red lipstick she'd chosen for the occasion was very appealing. She'd chosen contacts and her blond hair hung around her bare shoulders in loose curls.

He himself had painstakingly followed the lines of the gown and the way the material hugged her feminine curves. But unlike Dick, he'd been subtle about it. Not looking her up and down like they were standing in a brothel instead of a fucking ballroom.

"Ollie?" Laurel's voice twisted its way through the haze of rage that he'd settled into. He shook his head lightly and glanced down at his ex. She was smiling brightly up at him. "Would you like to dance?"

Was there really a polite way to say no? She grasped his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor, taking his silence for an affirmation rather than reluctance. Some things never changed. She wrapped herself rather tightly around him and he began to lead her around the room automatically.

"Felicity?" She refocused on the man in front of her and smiled apologetically. "Would you care to dance?"

"Of course!" She agreed with as much fake enthusiasm as she could muster. She drained her drink and allowed him to guide her onto the dance floor. His hand rested on her hip as she placed her hand in his. He led her through the motions, mercifully silent as he smiled at the dancers surrounding them. She peeked to the side as Oliver and Laurel danced past them.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he watched Dick lead Felicity onto the floor and place his hands on her body. Felicity's eyes raised to meet his and held for an impossibly long moment. A sadness lurked within her beautiful blue eyes. He wondered if perhaps she could see the same in his own. He wanted to smile, to ease the tension that flowed between the two of them as they danced with others.

But they don't lie to each other. They never have.

And Oliver knew that Felicity didn't feel like smiling any more than he did. He exhaled as she looked away, both relieved and disappointed that the connection had ended. He watched as she politely excused herself from Richard's arms and headed back to the bar. He briefly considered following her but froze on the spot when she picked up the napkin on the counter and smiled at the bartender.

"Ollie?" Laurel prodded, still in his arms despite the fact that he'd stopped their dancing.

He didn't answer her. Instead he watched as Felicity folded the napkin and placed it in her clutch. Instead he watched as she winked at the bartender and left the room without looking back.

Felicity's footsteps echoed as she descended the stairs. The second lair had yet to feel like home but the Foundry had been compromised.

No use crying over spilt milk. Or some other unhelpful saying that did nothing to make her feel better about the situation.

She raised a hand in greeting to the three men who were training across the room from her desk. She dropped her purse on floor and sat down as they all greeted her breathlessly, never ceasing their fighting.

Her fingers were skimming nimbly over her keyboard when Dig moved away from Roy and Oliver and began watching from the sidelines.

"How was your day, Felicity?" He yelled over the sounds of fighting.

Felicity shrugged, never turning to face him. "It was fine. I had lunch with some of my old IT friends."

There was a pause and then Diggle continued, voice full of mischief. "And last night? How was your date?"

Felicity's hands stilled on her keyboard as the two men stopped fighting as well. She blew out a breath and spun her chair to face Diggle, her eyes never straying closer to the training mats.

"It wasn't a date." She hedged, uncomfortable with the scrutiny that his question had caused. She wasn't unaware of the way that the three men were staring at her. Slowly Oliver and Roy started fighting again. Felicity moved to turn back around but Diggle wasn't done.

"Then what was it?" He wondered.

There was the slightest of pauses in Roy and Oliver's movements. Which she ignored.

"Not a date." She told him pointedly through her teeth.

She knew what he was doing. And she knew that he truly believed he was helping. Diggle hadn't been thrilled when Oliver and Felicity had shoved 'Sladegate' under the proverbial rug and 'buried their heads in the damn sand'. It had been a while since he'd instigated though.

"So what would you call it then, Felicity?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

"I'd call it sex, Dig!" She snapped loudly. "Just sex."

His lips twitched skywards at the same time as Roy's fist collided against a very distracted Oliver's cheekbone.

Her words echoed throughout the room. Shock rippled through him. Images of her writhing beneath a nameless, faceless man barraged his mind, leaving him stranded. A fist knocked him off-kilter and right onto his ass. He blinked stupidly up at Roy before realising what had happened.

His eyes snapped to Felicity who was standing awkwardly by her desk, clearly unsure of whether she should check on him or not. He blinked again. She'd never hesitated before Slade, before Lian Yu.

"Are you alright?" She nibbled on her bottom lip, wishing that the floor would open up and swallow her whole. She shot a furious scowl Dig's way. He shrugged with a grin before moving over to help Oliver to his feet.

Roy stepped away from the two of them and up to Felicity smugly. "So you're finally getting some, huh?" He teased her cheekily.

She shook her head, a snicker passing her lips.

"Anyone we know?" He prodded.

She licked her lips nervously and snuck a glance up at Oliver who was staring at her with hard eyes from where he sat on the med table. Dig assessed the damage and mumbled about concussions.

"Just a guy I met last week at the QC gala. A bartender." She told him, told them.

"A bartender eh?" Roy wiggled his eyebrows. "So you're saying I've got a chance!" He quoted teasingly.

Felicity snorted and flicked him in the forehead. They both pretended not to hear the low growl forcing its way past Oliver's lips.

"Are you going to see him again?" Roy asked seriously, folding his arms across his chest.

"Nope." Felicity replied, popping the 'p'.

Oliver slapped at Dig's hands and hopped off of the table. His fists clenched and he moved back to the training mats. He took his frustration out on the dummy. For every image of Felicity with another man, he raged against the training equipment. His ears strained to catch the rest of their conversation.

"Why not?" Dig asked, joining them.

Oliver's breath caught as he felt her gaze on the back of his neck.

"It was just sex." She repeated again and he cringed, pummelling the dummy as hard as he could manage.

Oh, we left it all unspoken

Oh, we buried it alive

and now it's screaming in my head

Felicity and Oliver wandered through the park together. He kept his gaze on the path. It didn't matter if the sun against her blond curls caused her light to somehow, impossibly brighten. Or that she was wearing that cotton candy lipstick he dreamed about kissing off of her lips. She wasn't wearing his favorite 'secretary dress' in the nicest shade of blue. Because Oliver didn't have a favorite dress or lipstick. He didn't.

Neither of them spoke as they spent their lunch break meandering through the public park. It had been so long since they'd done something like this, so he savoured it. Savoured the stolen moments because that was what they had become. Stolen. Before, they had spent all of their days, nights and free time together. His hands were always on her shoulders, her elbow or the small of her back. He gravitated into her orbit whenever she was near, and he felt the pull even when she wasn't. They ate their lunch together and walked when the weather was nice.

But that was before. Now they worked together in the new lair and in the office. They were polite and friendly. She was still the anchor upon which he rested. But he no longer touched her. And they no longer spent their time together. She ate her meals with friends or at her desk. He ate alone.

So he revelled in the moment that she had given him. He struggled to ignore the way that joggers and walkers and men in general stared lustfully after her as they strolled together in the sunshine. He ignored the possessive monster within him that wanted to wrap her up in his arms and growl that she was his.

Because she wasn't.

A cyclist passed closely to her right and she stepped instinctively closer to Oliver. Her hand brushed against his and a shock of electricity shot up his arm. He shoved his hands into his pockets as she stepped away from him.

She missed him. She missed him all the time.

How was it possible to miss a person so much when they were standing next to you? She spent her work days and several hours each night in his presence. She was the voice inside his ear each night and yet she missed him.

Her hand twitched at her side and she sighed.

Oliver heard her sigh and he paused to lean against the railing of the bridge. He gazed out at the duck pond as she stood next to him.

He missed her.

"Can I ask you something?" The question passed his lips before he could stop it.

She titled her head to the side and gazed up at him. "Of course."

He blew out a breath, unsure of how to ask something so…delicate. "Why just sex?"

The question was blunt and there was no mistaking what he was alluding to. It was also none of his business. But he'd been agonizing over it for weeks.

Felicity's sharp intake of breath was followed by silence. He stared down at the white knuckles she had wrapped around the railing. He considered taking the question back, apologizing. He just couldn't.

Felicity stared out at the pond, gathering her courage. It wasn't a fair question. It wasn't. And he knew that. It asked everything of her and gave nothing of himself.

"I have nothing else to give." She answered quietly.

Her answer caught him off guard and he spun to face her. His hand gripped her elbow and he waited until she was looking up at him. "You have so much more to offer than just sex, Felicity Smoak."

He watched in confusion as she sadly shook her head and pulled her elbow out of his grasp. "I know exactly what my qualities are, Oliver. Maybe I should rephrase my answer."

She blinked at the moisture gathering in her eyes and glanced away. She inhaled deeply and met his concerned gaze. "I should have said, that I don't have anything else to give another man."

His brow furrowed as he fought to understand what she was telling him.

"I don't want to love anybody else, Oliver." She reached forwards and placed a hand over his heart. "Do you understand?"

He did. Of course he did. Because he felt the exact same way. He'd spent the last year and a half spurning Laurel's advances. He ignored the various women who vied for his attention, because none of them really existed when Felicity was around. And none of them mattered even when she wasn't.

"And maybe it's a bit pathetic, because I'm not even sitting around hoping that you'll just change your mind and one day we can-" She dropped her hand and bit her lip. "Being with somebody else, it wouldn't be fair. Not when I'm in love with you already."

"Felicity." He breathed out, his hand cupping her cheek.

"And this isn't healthy. We left it all unspoken. We didn't talk about it. And now –"

"And now it's screaming in our heads." Oliver finished.

Felicity took a tiny step closer. "Oliver, I don't want to love somebody else."

His thumb caressed her cheekbone as he searched her earnest blue eyes. He sighed and rested his forehead against hers. "I don't want to love somebody else either."

"So what now?" She breathed softly, eyes closing.

"I've built my whole world around you, Felicity." His words fell upon her and she heard the promise behind them. His lips hesitantly touched hers and a tear fell against his fingers. He kissed her adoringly, pulling her closer to his chest.

She pulled back slowly and he opened his eyes. The smile on her lips and in her eyes was the only proof he needed that he'd finally made the right choice. Her fingers tangled in his own and she pulled him over the bridge. As they continued their walk he gazed down at the beautiful woman next to him.

And none of the men in the park mattered. Because Felicity Smoak was finally his. And he would never love somebody else.

Oh, I built a world around you

Oh, you had me in a dream,

I lived in every word you said

The stars had aligned

And I don't wanna love somebody else

So it's maybe a little bit cheesy, fluffy and angsty. But I hope you enjoyed it anyways. Any thoughts? Thanks for reading!