His limbs stretch. He fights it, his body, his desire, his dream.
Oliver watches her work on her computer and wants to snatch her up. She turns a bit.
Then he remembers Helena, the Count, all the other things that go bump in the night. The things that chase him. The ones he puts arrows in.
His limbs go limp. His fingers reach for metal and arrows as a weak substitute.
...
Felicity lets her coffee go cold. She only glances at him, shyness overcoming her.
His laugh is deep and lasts. His gaze feels like sunlight on her skin. Ray kisses her until she falls into a fit of laughter.
Her eyes close and she ignores and erases the flash of blonde hair and scratch of scruff.
He kisses her until her vision spins. She pulls him closer and breathes him in.
...
The ring of the telephone falls on deaf ears and Oliver gets her voicemail again.