Title: Can't Explain All the Feelings (You're Making Me Feel)
Words: 2110
Pairing: Laurel/Oliver
Genre: Romance
Status: Done.

Summary:
Oliver thinks that Laurel is in trouble and so he lures her away for a little while for dinner at his house where he accidentally locks them in and they have time to sort some things out.


Oliver went to the district attorney's office and smiled to the person at the desk, thankfully they recognized him enough. Laurel was surprised though, "What are you doing here?"

He chuckled, "Look, I think you're in danger," He told her. He didn't want to tell her about Slade and how he was therem, because that would inevitably lead to more questions that he couldn't answer, but with Helena just put behind bars and Laurel being the reason she was there, he didn't want to risk it. "We need to leave,"

"No, we don't need to go anywhere. Ollie, I have work to do," She told him and moved away and he caught her by the wrist, "Ollie, you better get that hand off me or I swear to god, I will break it, right here, right now, and I will get off because this is harassment."

"Please, Laurel. Let me take you to dinner then. If you won't stop working for danger, you need food." He told her. "And don't say you don't because I know you. You've been working through meals. Probably even forgetting to eat them all together."

She was about to argue, but it wasn't worth it. He was right and she was hungry. "Just dinner." She warned him. She wanted to work. She just got her job back and she was happy doing what she was doing.

"Just dinner," He lied to her. He wanted to protect her and if getting her out of there for food was his only option than he was going to take it. Was it manipulative, sure, but he wasn't about to let her stay there all night. Especially because she'd be the only one there and Starling's law enforcement didn't do the greatest job at the courthouse.

He put her in his car and drove to the other side of town to a safehouse, something Felicity suggested after Slade got into the Queen Mansion. Somewhere where they could take people that they cared about if it got really bad. "We're here," He told as he stopped in front of it.

She looked at him with an eyebrow quirked? "You think that I'm going in there? Are you serious? Ollie, you said just dinner. This looks like some rundown abandoned building."

He just grinned at her in the way she hated because he was trying be amusing, but really he was just being annoying. "I told you I'd take you to diner, I never said where. And believe me, I have everything inside. So could you stop worrying for one minute and just trust me?" He asked.

She sighed. "Fine," She mustered as she got out of the car. He got out the other side and put a keycard in the lock. She stepped in and smiled. It was definitely different on the inside. "So this is where you're staying?" She asked him.

"How'd you know?" He asked with a little bit of a more genuine smile,

She chuckled. He was an idiot. "I went over to look for you at the Queen Mansion, Moira said you had moved out. At least temporarily. She seemed happy to see me though."

"Yeah, my mother and I had a disagreement, so I moved out." He said, looking at her. She was so beautiful. After everything, it was amazing how beautiful she always looked, a supermodel without even trying. "My mother was always happy to see you. The only girl I ever brought home that she liked."

"Doesn't like Sara?" She asked, with genuine curiosity.

Oliver laughed. Oh no. "My mother's exact words were, 'when you can have a colorless diamond, why would you bother with zirconia? Not a moment I enjoyed," He told her. It had been in front of Sara and Sara looked at him to clarify and he couldn't.

She chuckled underneath her breath and he wished that she didn't have to. But she did, because she supported him through his relationship with Sara. Truth be told it was rocky at best right now. And he didn't know how he was going to deal with it.

She smiled to him and came into the kitchen. "Well, your mother always could be particular," She told him. It was a nice way of saying what she meant. She didn't approve of his mother's comment, but she also had a little bit of glee that she passed Moira's test. "You remember my favorite flower?" She asked him, nodding at the bright pink snapdragons on his counter.

He smiled to them. "I always remember snapdragons, Laurel." And he heard all of the locks on the outside click.

"What was that?" Laurel asked him as the clicks went off.

He hadn't meant for that to happen. "That would have been the locks. Apparently Felicity set it to respond to something I just said. Shit. And now she has to come bail us out." He told her through gritted teeth.

"What?" She screamed.

Oliver pushed the door out of the kitchen and went to see if his cell phone had any reception. "Shit,"

He came back to the kitchen. "I'm guessing we're shielded from calls in here?" She asked him as he started to get some pots and pans out.

"Yep," He said. "What do you want to eat? We might as well start with that."

"Oh, I guess we're gonna skip over the fact that we're trapped in your temporary home because your IT Girl didn't tell you what she programmed the emergency lock to?"

Oliver groaned. Laurel was the only girl who would choose to pick a fight before dinner. "I would like to, yeah, but I can see we're clearly not gonna get past that," He said. "So come on, lay it on me," He told her as he crossed his arms.

She stood in front of him and the anger in her eyes was so great. It was actually a little scary, "You told me this was just dinner. You told me that it would be fine. You told me that I would be able to get to my job again. And then you go and trap us in here because you don't know you're own system."

"I'm sorry I didn't know everything. It's been kind of a rough week, trying to keep you safe from danger since you want to take on what the city has to offer as its finest criminals." Oliver shouted back at her.

"I don't need you to save me Ollie. I can take care of myself. God, what makes you think you can even save me?" Laurel asked as she walked away from him but looked at him.

He went after her. "Because I am more dangerous than you think,"

"Why should I believe you? You couldn't even take me questioning you about Sara. At my dinner. Which you crashed by the way." She said, baiting him.

"You don't want to know," He said, looking away from her for a minute.

She shook her head. "You keeping me in the dark isn't protecting me." She told him.

"Me keeping you in the dark is literally the only way I have to protect you. If they went after you, I don't know what I would do. If they killed you. It'd be my fault and then it'd be just like Tommy. I couldn't save him. I couldn't save him because he knew." He said and he felt himself breaking on the inside.

Laurel pushed herself in his face and steeled her gaze. "Whoever they are, you can't keep me from them. Because they already know. Because it's always been us. The three musketeers who have now been reduced to partners." She told him. "So tell me," She commanded.

He blinked the tears away from his eyes. "You can't get mad at me."

"I won't," she promised.

He sighed and looked at her. "I'm the arrow," He told her as he hugged her.

The arrow. That was definitely something. That was more than something. She thought maybe before, but she had never definitively tried to pin him to it. She hugged him. He was saving her since he came back. Even when she didn't want to be saved. He came over that night and watched over her. The night with Sara and pizza. "Thank you," She whispered to him gently in the ear.

"You know this means when I say that I think you're in trouble, I mean it right? That I need you to get out of where you currently are and get somewhere safe." He asked.

She shook her head. "Oh, no. Oliver you can't protect me all the time and I'm certainly not taking orders from you."

"Dammit, Laurel, why are you so stubborn?" He asked as he put her down.

Laurel squared her shoulders back and didn't grin. "Because saving this city is just as important to me as it is to you and I want to know why my life is so much more important to you than the millions of others," She yelled at him.

"Because I am in love with you," He yelled.

He realized what he let slip out and the shock came to his face. He didn't mean to say that. He didn't mean for this to be about their connection. "What?" She asked.

He sighed. "I am in love with you. And I have been every day since I met you. Even when I'm with other people all I can think of is how they compare to you and no one ever measures up." He looked away for a second. "Look, I get that you don't want to date, but Sara isn't in the picture anymore and I-" He was cut off by Laurel kissing him.

He picked her up and she smiled. He furthered the kiss. God, kissing her was like the sunshine of his life. He remembered it always. He wanted to always kiss her. He loved this stubborn woman who wouldn't let him value her life more than others.

"Laurel, I love this, but should we-" He started to ask a question.

She shook her head. "Don't talk. Just take me to the bedroom and we'll figure everything out from there," She said, looking down at him with a smile on her face.

He did just that, hoisted her legs around his waist and took her to the bedroom where they would figure it all out.

Hours later they woke up when the door creaked open. Clothes were strewn everywhere and Felicity and Diggle just looked at them and smiled. "Diggle you owe me ten bucks," Felicity said like Oliver and Laurel weren't the ones in the room. "I just got your notice. The place is unlocked and you're free to come and go whenever, though I think you already know that," She chuckled at her own joke.

"She changed the activation code too. It's sitting on your counter." Diggle said as he walked her away from the scene in front of them.

They left and Oliver looked down at Laurel. "That was a crazy night."

"You didn't feed me," She told him with a grin as she kissed his pecs and smiled at the world around them.

He laughed and grabbed a pair of shorts, "What would m'lady like to eat?"

She wrapped herself up in a sheet and looked at the dawn outside. "Is it too early for pizza?" She asked him with a dorky smile. That was really the one he loved. The one she didn't show to just everyone. The one that you had to earn a place in her life and impress her to get.

He shook his head. "For you, it's never too early," He told her and went to go get his phone as she put on her underwear and one of his oversized shirts.

He watched her come out as he put in the order for her pizza. God, she was so pretty and beautiful and seeing her wrapped in his clothes made him want to do things that he shouldn't want to when they had a limited amount of time until someone would be there.

"So," She asked. "Does this mean we're back together?"

He shrugged. "Do you want to be? It's your choice. I know you're an all or nothing kind of girl. And I want to be everything to you."

"You always were everything to me," She told him as she put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the nose. "You were just too dumb and too busy to see it."

"You know," He grinned. "I heard the third time's the charm,"