A/N I like this one for a change. It's also slightly longer than the others which is good.
thank you all for following this thing I do I appreciate every single one of you fell hugged everyone :***

"I'm not even kidding!" Carly finished her story, "I really have to go now. You're not the only customers." She slid out of the booth where they all sat, and gave Diggle a brief kiss, that left Oliver and Felicity awkwardly staring at their fries. The last weeks had consisted of way to many of those awkward moments. Diggle commenting on it on a regular basis and reminding the both of them of it wasn't helping either.

Diggle on the other hand was growing tired of how both of them tiptoed around each other. Why couldn't they just admit that they liked each other? Diggle did all he could, sending them on shopping trips together, or leaving them alone in the cave when he felt the tension rising. But nothing ever happened. He had tried to talk with Oliver about it, but he wouldn't say anything, Felicity the same. It was frustrating really, seeing Felicity eyeing Oliver when he was training and he watching her when he thought no one was looking.

But John Diggle wasn't a matchmaker, so he promised himself after tonight, he would just endure the sexual tension and shut up about it, but only after tonight.

He had arranged that the three of them were going to dinner at Carly's burger-joint, so that he had a valid excuse to slip out and leave them alone for a bit. Carly knew about this and had no problem with being used as an excuse to get away

"Everything that these two get together already." Had been her exact words.

And she only had to deal with them about once a week.

"I need to ask Carly something. It won't be long, just… get comfy." And with that he was already half way across the room. The look Oliver and Felicity both gave him could have cut diamonds. If they would just realise how alike they were! John placed himself strategically beneficial at the bar, but behind a pillar, so that they couldn't see him but he could watch them.

The both of them had resumed talking about who-knows-what, their body language open and towards each other. Felicity seemed to have said something funny, because Oliver started laughing and answering while gesticulating wildly.

For being a broken and tortured soul and a ruthless killer if he wanted to, he sure looked very open when he was with Felicity. It would do him so much good if he would just accept to be with her.

"You want binoculars with those fries?"

Diggle jumped from Carly's voice next to his head.

He scuffed. "You want them together as much as I do. So don't play the saint here."

"I'm not, I just think it's funny that you're playing cupid"

"I'm not." Diggle turned away to watch his targets again. They were gone.

Outside the Diner Oliver and Felicity were laughing their heads of. The simultaneous running, made their sides sting and so they had to stop only a few streets away. When they both regained enough breath to look up at each other again, they just broke away laughing again.

"I wish I could see his face right now!" Felicity panted, Her hair was falling out of her ponytail and she tried blowing a strand of it out of her face.

"If we could he wouldn't have a look to enjoy I'm afraid." Oliver answered watching her struggle with her hair and tugging it behind her ear in an immediate reaction.

The atmosphere changed instantly. Both of them stood upright by now again and now realized they stood closer than necessary. Oliver's hand still hovered next to Felicity's face, but he couldn't bring himself to take it away. Felicity was looking up and both were seemingly locked on the other's eyes, not able to look away and break the moment. Both of them were still breathing slightly faster and heavier than normal, but it hadn't anything to do with the running or the laughing anymore. Suddenly a cold gust of wind went through the street and they both instinctively moved closer. Their faces were now mere inches away. Oliver put the hand that was still hovering next to her on her cheek, and Felicity leaned into it. Only when she felt his lips on hers she noticed, that she had closed her eyes.

This kiss was different from the one they had previously shared, that had been full of adrenaline and fear of being discovered, a divergence from their original plan. This was sweet and chaste, their lips moving slowly, testing each other and mapping their newfound counterpart. No attackers this time, no people to rescue, no data to salvage, just them on a lonely alleyway, doing what they should have done a long time ago.

When they broke apart, no time and an eternity seemed to have passed. Everything looked the same, but everything was different.

They were leaning with their foreheads against each other, her hands clenching his shirt over his chest, his still on her face and the other one on her waist.

"We should probably go back, Diggle is surely looking for us." Felicity finally said, it was almost a whisper; Oliver wouldn't have heard it weren't he so close.

"Not the first time I slipped from his view. Besides, he deserved it for trying to play matchmaker."

"He won though, didn't he?" Felicity pecked him on the lips, still not sure if this moment was real of it was just one very realistic daydream.

"He doesn't have to know that." He pecked her back.

When they finally had mastered to control themselves enough to go back to the Diner, Diggle was standing in front of it, arms crossed, a smug grin on his face.

"Shut up Diggle." Oliver called from across the street before he could even open his mouth. "I'm bringing Felicity back to her place." And with that he opened the passenger's door of his sports car and gestured her in. When they drove off, Diggle turned to his girlfriend, who was sticking her head out of the door.

"What do you think, do I have to call at the Queen's house to tell them Oliver's not gonna make it home tonight? Or do you think he can restrain himself long enough to do it himself?"