Updated A/N: I came in and made a change to this story in response to one of my reviews. Apparently in the first version might have it made it sound like what Felicity did actually messed with the work they were trying to do, and I didn't want it to read that way.
A/N: So this is the most connected-to-current-show-events one of these that I've done, but it was what I was in the mood to write. Oh, and I know I've technically written "Oliver and Felicity kiss while fighting" but in light of recent events, it felt worth giving that one another go.
High Noon
"What the hell is up with you!" Oliver yells.
Felicity jumps, knocking her coffee cup off of the table and sending it skittering across the floor. She hadn't heard him come in. She feels an immediate surge of anger, standing up and turning around to face him. She levels her best ice queen look at him. "Where's your girlfriend? Is there a two for one sale at the leather goods store?"
"Sara went home," he says. He is storming down the stairs, his face hard with anger. "What is your problem?"
"I don't know what you're referring to," she says coldly. Last night, for the second time, she'd walked in on them in a less-than-dressed state, and it pisses her off.
"I'm referring to the fact that you deliberately sent Sara and I two different routes to reach the location," Oliver says, stalking toward her. He's still in full Arrow gear, and Felicity has to admit it's pretty intimidating, but she holds her ground.
"You both made it at the same time didn't you?" Felicity snaps back.
He drops his bow on the table with a resounding thump. She's never seen him treat equipment like that before, he really is mad. "That is not my point!" he roars, and now he is only a foot away from her.
"What is your point, then?" she says, shouting back at him. She's been wanting to shout at him for about two months now, and is honestly grateful for the opportunity.
"My point is that you've been moping around here, and not talking, and giving me dirty looks, and now you pull a stunt like this," reaching up he shoves back his hood.
Felicity folds her arms. "As far as I can see my job is to get you both to the right location, and that's exactly what I did. What? Are you mad you two couldn't have a quick hookup on your way to fighting crime?"
His eyes flash as he rips his mask off. "That was way out of line."
"You and Sara having sex in the middle of the lair I built is out of line. But that doesn't seem to stop you!" she fires back.
The fury in his face seems to diminish just a fraction, but his jaw is still tight with anger as he says. "You said you didn't have a problem with Sara and I."
"Well, I lied, you idiot!" Felicity yells, stepping toward him. "What was I supposed to say, 'Oliver you've smashed my heart to pieces again, but I'll just hang around like a kicked kitten while you sleep with another woman?' This may surprise you but I do have a little self-respect."
Oliver makes a look of disgusted disbelief and it's all she can do not to punch him in the face. "How could I be the one breaking your heart?" he says. "You've spent months mooning over that damned kid!"
"Like you cared!" Felicity replies.
He reaches out and grabs her arm, pulling her forward. It isn't rough enough to hurt, but the bossiness of it rankles. "Of course I cared," he hisses. "You hugged me, looked at me like you wanted to kiss me, and then ran off to spend 5 weeks with another guy."
It takes a second for the meaning of those words to sink in, and in that second she realizes how heavily they are both breathing, and just how close his face is to hers. She can see a line of dirt on one of his cheekbones, showing the outline of the mask. "Why didn't you say anything?" she asks.
"Because I want you to be happy," his words are ground out through clenched teeth, and his other hand is on her shoulder. He's going to kill her with that whole shoulder touching thing. She knows she should quit yelling at him now, but it's just so stupid.
"Happy! I've been in love with you for two years, and you think shoving me at some other guy is going to make me happy! You really are an idiot." It isn't until the words have left her mouth that she realizes what she's said, how much she's confessed, but she holds her ground daring him to respond.
And boy, does he. To her utter shock one of his hands comes up behind her head and he yanks her forward, his mouth coming down on hers hard and fast. Still more angry than anything, she reaches up intending to shove him away, but gasps instead as his other hand drops, clenching into a fist in the fabric at her hip. She's pressed against the table, and her brain is shutting down as the heat of the kiss reaches deep inside of her. The sensation sends off a warning bell in her brain, and finally, she does find the will to push him back.
It takes him a minute to realize what she's doing, and that minute almost changes her mind about pushing him away, but finally he does lift his head.
"This is not how we're doing this," she says, staring up into his eyes. Those eyes are as stormy now as she has ever seen them.
Then, like sunshine breaking through, there is the tiniest smile on his lips. "How are we doing it then?"
"You're with Sara," she reminds him, feeling a flash of guilt.
"Actually, I'm not," he replies.
That shocks her almost as much as the kiss. "What?"
He tilts his head to the side, and allows his hand to drop from her face, but his body is still so close to hers she can feel one of the tough folds of his hooded jacket catch at a seam on the front of her dress.
"She got some message from the League. Nyssa I imagine, but she wouldn't tell me. All I do know is that she said she might not be coming back." He sounds resigned rather than upset.
"I see," Felicity says. She finds herself still unwilling to yield completely. "But I won't be lair hook-up girl of the month. So we're both going to go home, and when you've had a chance to think about this" she says, motioning between them. "We can talk."
Summoning all her willpower she scoots away from him, grabs her purse, and walks out the door.
