Prompt 2 for the OHP fic challenge.

It's only when she arrives at the new lair that she realizes that she forgot to take something to attach her hair. She took a quick shower between the end of her new day job at Kord Industries and the start of her nightly one. She washed her hair and let them dry naturally, and now they are a mess of tangled golden curls tumbling down her back. It might look pretty, but it's not exactly practical for doing Arrow business.

She's the first one there so she drops her bag on her work station, searching it in hope that she'll find an elastic or a scrunchie, but in vain.

She shruggs, thinking her guys would just have to do with her untamed, Woodstock look tonight. She expects a few comments though.

As she's turning on her computers, her eyes fall on the shelve containing different kind of arrows.

She grins.

Oliver and Diggle arrive a few minutes later, talking amicably, and stopping suddenly upon seeing their blonde partner.

She swivels in her chair, greeting them with an innocent look. "Hey guys."

Diggle chuckles, takes off his jacket and goes to pour himself a cup of coffee. Oliver walks to Felicity, eyeing the two small arrows holding her hair in a neat bun with a confused look.

"Care to explain?" he asks, but she can see the glint of humor in his blue eyes.

"I forgot to tie it. I can't help you properly if I look like Barbarella," she says without thinking, and immediately regrets it upon seeing the humor turning into a sudden hungry gleam.

She knows, she knows that he just pictured her in Jane Fonda's fuzzy bikini.

She turns back to her monitor, trying to reign in the blush that she feels creep in her neck and cheeks. She fails, of course.

Oliver contemplates the original updo, feeling weirdly turned on by the sight of his arrows entangled into Felicity's hair. He suppresses it quickly, as this is nor the moment or the place.

Unfortunately.

He frowns however when he spots exactly which arrows she used.

"Felicity, are those the explosive ones?"

"I don't know. Are they? I took the smaller ones, so I guess so."

"Don't trip and fall on your hair, then,' Diggle intervenes with a teasing smile and Felicity giggles as Oliver rolls his eyes, knowing better than to discuss this any further.

Roy walks in a few minutes later, greeting the two men and smirking at Felicity.

"Nice look, Blondie."

"Don't encourage her," Oliver mutters and at Roy's questioning look he adds, "she used the explosive ones."

Roy lets out a hearty laugh, coming next to Felicity with an admiring look.

"You like to live dangerously, huh?"

She gives him a knowing smile. "You noticed that just now?"

A beeping sound on her computer attracts their attention and it's back to business. Oliver puts on his Arrow suit as Roy grabs his red mask, leaving to scout around. Diggle fishes out the car keys from his jacket, telling Oliver he will meet her there.

Oliver secures his quiver and walks over her desk with his mask in his hand. Felicity is always the one to put it on him – it's their ritual.

She hears him approach but doesn't turn around. "I'll take them off if it makes you feel better," she tells him in a resigned tone.

He smiles and stands behind her with a smile. "Don't. I actually like it, because now I can do this," he says, leaning in and pressing his lips in the curve of her neck. She lets out a breathy sigh, biting her lips and leaning back her head against his leather-clad shoulder. His mouth wander between her neck and shoulder, his teeth nibbling gently at a particular sensitive spot. A shiver of pleasure runs through her as she raises her arm and cups his cheek with her hand, redirecting his mouth towards hers. They forget everythng for a moment as his slips his tongue past her teeth to fill her mouth. She moans softly and leans into him as he tips her head, deepening the kiss.

"Oliver? You're on your way?"

Roy's voice resonating through the comms breaks the moment, and they reluctantly pull apart. Oliver takes in the sight of Felicity's flushed face, her swollen lips and bright eyes. If he ever needed an incentive to come back alive every night, he definitely found it in this blonde, witty genius who fills his life with happiness.

She takes the mask off his hand and puts it around his head in a swift, well-oiled gesture. In the same routine manner, he pulls on the hood over it and she looks at him with a satisfied and proud look.

"My hero," she says with a teasing gleam in her eyes but there's always a deep faith in her voice, one that always makes him believe that he can be the man – the hero- she saw in him from the very beginning.

"I'll be back soon," he whispers against her forehead, pressing a soft kiss on it. She closes her eyes with a used to refuse to make such a promise before leaving for a mission, but a lot of things as well as certain perspectives changed when they got together.

"Be safe. I'll be here."

He squeezes her hand, not wanting to risk stalling any longer by giving her another soul-searing kiss, and with an effort takes a few steps back before grabbing his bow and leaving the lair.

Oliver knows the bad guys won't last long tonight. He has a pretty good idea on how he wants to end his night, and it involves a pretty smart blonde wearing her glasses and not a lot of clothes.

The two explosive arrows will have to remain on their shelf, though.