Anon: Prompt "I came to the gym to work out but holy god I can't stop watching you do one armed push ups that's so hot" AU :) x

A/N: I just want to say that my prompts are closed! and when they are open I'll put up a link to my tumblr ask so anyone can drop by... but yeh I'm just finishing the ones in my ask box! sorry to disappoint anyone...

The first time he saw her, it was the middle of the day, his only day off in a long time. He couldn't help but stare in wonder at the petite, and very pretty blonde, doing one armed push ups right in the middle of the gym. He noticed all the other men staring, well gawking, to be more precise. He could hear the comments about her ass, about her stamina and for some reason he hated it, hated that these men were commenting on this girl, no woman's athletic prowess with such lack of respect. He shook his head returning back to his routine.

The next time Oliver went to the gym he took music just in case. She wasn't alone this time. She was with Sara, Nyssa, Lyla and Laurel, how could he know all of those women but not their mystery friend? He was on the treadmill, staring through the mirrored wall and he couldn't help but watch in awe as she managed to match each of the women in strength, power and speed. All of the women were gorgeous in their own right but there was just something about her. She was beautiful, her smile made the room light up and he couldn't help watching as she did those damn 1 armed push ups. Each time her breasts brushing against the floor as he saw her muscles tightening.

Sara winked at him through the mirror as he finally glanced back up, a playful smile on her face. Laurel was shaking her head at him, as the blonde stood up and Sara whispered into her ear. Immediately she blushed before she turned almost shyly to look at him, their eyes met in the mirror and Oliver just couldn't look away. Her eyes sparkled, a deep blue and he just carried on running, lost in them. It was only her turning her head to the rest of the ladies that he finally snapped out of it, focusing solely on running.

The third time it was late, really late. Glad that the gym was open 24 hours Oliver had had a really bad day, and needed to work off some extra stress. Someone had hacked the security files, meaning their rivals could find out some top information which could affect QC. Luckily he had been saved by an unknown employee, a Miss Smoak. She had tracked down the hacker, corrupting all their files they had stolen, handing the address to the police and then had spent the rest of the day improving their security whilst Oliver had back to back meetings with investors to put their minds at ease. Whoever Miss Smoak was he owed his life after today.

It was nearly midnight when he arrived quickly changing into his sweats and black t-shirt; he was the only one here as he started a basic routine. When he was on his push ups he couldn't help smiling as he slipped into his one armed ones, a gasp caused him to look up. In front of him her mouth agape was the mysterious blond, in her own workout gear. Oliver slowly rose to his feet grabbing a nearby towel.

"I swear I came to the gym to work out not to stare at you doing one armed press ups. Not that I'm completely sorry because, god look at you," she gestured up and down him, "you're like something out of a magazine. And damn one armed press ups with all that muscle... so hot." Her eyes widened. "Oh god I totally didn't mean to sound like some creep-" Olivers laugh cut her off.

"It's fine... I mean I've seen you doing one armed push ups so it's nice to be able to return the favour." He smirked at her and he saw the blush spread across her cheeks slowly disappearing under her sports bra. His eyes snapped back to hers not wanting to linger on her chest.

"Well yes, all's fair I suppose." She shrugged smiling. "But you know a body like yours, not exactly fair."

"I think you haven't been looking at your body..." She chuckled a little shaking her head.

"Smooth, I bet you say that to all the girls Mr. Queen." She said standing a little straighter, confidence seeming to radiate off her. He frowned a little in confusion. How did she know his name?

"Actually... I don't have time for any women." He stated plainly rubbing a hand at the back of his neck.

"Hence why you are at a gym at midnight?" She asked tilting her head.

"Long day..." He stated plainly. "Yourself?"

"Same, sitting at a computer all day leads to me being too awake sometimes."

"I understand." He smiled. "Now how do you know my name?" He asked.

"Ah well... I really should know your name." Her eyes widened slightly. "I mean not in a stalker way in a… you're my boss and I should know who you are-"

"Boss? You work at QC?" She nodded with a soft smile. "So you know about today?"

"Boy, do I." Oliver huffed slightly his head dropping. "I mean having to hack the hacker, then corrupt the files and then redo all our security, I'd safely say I know about today." His eyes snapped up to hers then, a look of shock and recognition on his face.

"You're Miss Smoak?" She smiled.

"Yes Felicity Smoak at your service." She extended her arm and he took her hand shaking enthusiastically.

"Well Miss Smoak you saved my families company today, I owe you so much." She blushed instantly slowly pulling her hand out his grasp.

"It was nothing; it's what I'm paid for."

"Well you'll be getting raise and a promotion. Seriously you did what a whole department couldn't in a day! I owe you everything." Her blush deepened, and she looked down.

"Honestly it's fine." She whispered. He glanced down at her marvelling in how she'd gone from confidence to shyness so quickly.

"It's not... Why don't I take you out for dinner?" He asked, and her head bolted up.

"What? Like a date?"

"Yes Miss Smoak a date."

"Please call me Felicity."

"Well then Felicity would you like to go on a date with me?" She looked at him staring intently nodding.

"Yes sure."

"How about now?"

"It's midnight." She said in bewilderment.

"If you're anything like me you've hardly eaten all day plus I'm a Queen remember. I'm sure I can find a place." She shook her head.

"How about take out?"

"Mine or yours?"

"How about we decide on the way Mr Queen."

"Oliver..."

"Oliver." She repeated with an easy smile.

"Okay Felicity." He stuck out his arm and she looped it with hers.

"Lead the way Oliver." He smiled as they headed off to the changing rooms.