As Oliver rounded the corner to enter the new lair, he could hear the music blaring. Laughing sounds were echoing off of the walls.
He knew that both Felicity and Roy were in here, working on getting things set up again. As bleak as things have been, it was a wonderful sound to hear the joyous sound the two were emitting.
He stopped, hiding behind a pillar to watch the scene unfold. Diggle ran into his back when he stopped.
"What are you..."
"Shh" Oliver turned to his friend with a finger over his lips, quieting him. Both men peeked out from behind the pillar, and a smile spread on both of there stern faces.
"I like big butts and I cannot lie! You other brothers can't deny! When a girl walks in with a itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung!"
Felicity Is singing at the top of her lungs in her loud voice.
"Felicity, I am not doing this! This is not funny!" Roy shouts at her over the music.
She just grabs his hand and says, "Come on Roy! Live a little! Stop being all broody. We have enough of that with Oliver!"
Oliver then let's out a sigh. Is that how she saw him? He knows he can be serious most of the time, but he remembers a time when he used to have fun. He silently makes a vow to not be so "broody" as Felicity calls it. Diggle just places a hand on his shoulder and chuckles.
"The girl has a point Mr. Queen" Diggle quips.
Felicity now has Roy's hand and makes him spin her around while she dances in time with the beat. Roy, finally relents, a smile cracking his face. He begins to dance with her.
"oh baby I wanna get wit ya and take your picture, my homeboys tried to warn me, but that butt you got makes me so horney"
They dance together, as Felicity bounces around enthusiastically to the beat. Roy places his hands on her hips and moves his with her.
Oliver feels a surge of jealousy forming in the pit of his stomach at the scene. He knows he has no reason to be jealous, she isn't his. Not in that sense, but he can't help the possessive feeling.
"I see her dancing, to hell with romancing, she's sweat, wet, got it goin like a turbo vet!" Roy chimes in, and spins her around.
"I'm tired of magazines sayin flat butts are the thing..."
"Damn Barbie! Who knew you could gyrate?!"
Felicity laughs at this. "There's a lot of things you boys don't know about me!"
At this point, Oliver had seen enough. He comes out from his hiding place. He expected Felicity to stop everything with some embarrassed ramble when she saw him, but she never fails to surprise him.
"Oliver!" She runs to him, grabbing his hand.
"Dance with me!" She exclaims.
"Felicity..."
"Oh come on! Don't be such a prude!"
He raises his brow at this comment, and remembers his earlier promise he made to himself. Oliver then grins widely, and begins singing along.
"I like em round! And big! And when I'm throwin a gig, I just can't help myself, I'm acting like an animal, now here's my scandal."
The smile that lights up Felicity's face when he starts to sing is priceless. It lights up the whole room. He takes her hand and spins her, then pulls her flush to his chest.
Neither say anything as they just stare at each other. After a few moments, Oliver leans into Felicity.
"There's a lot you don't know about me either Ms. Smoak." He seductively whispers in her ear.
He hears her gasp, and let's out a chuckle, that quickly turns into full out laughter. He can't remember the last time he had this much fun, or felt this carefree.
He begins to dance with her again. Their body's flush together, her back into his chest. He places his hands on her hips, and Felicity looks over her shoulder at him with this mischievous gleam in her eye. He raises a brow questioningly in her direction.
Then he feels it. He almost falls from the sheer shock of what she is doing right now. Oliver doesn't know if he wants to push her off of him, or drag her into a seperate room. She is vibrating. Her. Butt. Is. Vibrating. Holy mother of...man he is in deep trouble. Where did she even learn to do this?
They both look around them at this point and realize that everyone else has left. Oliver mutters a silent curse. What is he supposed to do now? With no one there to control what he's about to do to her, she quickly pulls away.
He doesn't know whether to be relieved, or really angry about that. The little minx knew what she was doing to him!
"It's time you learn to enjoy life a little more Mr. Queen." She practically purrs as she walks away, shaking her hips.
"You are going to be the death of me." Oliver mumbles under his breath.
How was he supposed to keep his hands to himself when she is doing things like this?
He strides across the room to meet her, with the intentions of giving her the whole "we can't do this speech", but instead when she turns to face him, and looks at him with her expressive blue eyes, he can't help what he does next.
Oliver grabs her face in both his hands and kisses her like his life depends on it. His mouth slanting over hers , his tongue pushing it's way into her mouth to battle with hers. She tastes of mint and strawberries, he remembers thinking to himself.
When she lets out a soft moan into his mouth, he loses it. He puts his hands under her thighs and lifts her off of the floor effortlessly. Her long legs wrap around his waist as he pushes her into the wall.
Diggle and Roy find them the next morning, tangled up around each other on the training matts barely covered in a blanket.
"It's about damn time" they say in unison as they both turn and walk out of the lair, leaving the new couple laying there.
"well, I guess this means Sara wins the bet." Felicity sleepily says against her position on Oliver's chest.
"What bet?" He asks.
"Geez Oliver, you need to be more aware of your surroundings!" She says, throwing his own words back at him.
"Oh yeah? I'll show you what awareness is!" He playfully says rolling over her, kissing that spot on her neck.
The only sounds to be heard the rest of that day were laughter and pure happiness.