Next to him, Felicity punched in a code on the floor buttons in the elevator. 33, 12, 18, 5, 26 and help. Brows knitting together in confusion, he glanced at her as the car started moving. The silence between them stretched on, his fingers subconsciously rubbing together as he watched the numbers on the screen decrease, going past the lobby and the basement parking lot. He trusted her with his life, but he had been kind of confused when she had asked him to come to Queen Incorporated that evening.
He had complained that he would have to cancel their dinner reservations for the night, but there wasn't anything left to argue about when she'd said it was important. She had assured him that she was fine when he asked, but she wouldn't say why he had to rush to her office.
The Elevator stopped moving and Felicity wove her fingers through his. She looked up at him with a warm, reassuring smile on her lips as the door slid open. It took him a moment to tear his gaze away from hers but when he did, what greeted him wasn't that old abandoned extra basement level his father had planned on being a bomb shelter, but a high tech secret hide-out for a hooded superhero.
"Nobody knows about this floor." Felicity whispered.
"It's not even in the blueprints." Oliver replied.
She nodded and licked her lips as he took in the brightly lit room. There was a computer station for Felicity, with countless screens for her to keep watch of the city and destroy those who try to hurt it - without the use of violence. A big conference table in the middle, a secluded medical area and bathroom and a million and one training dummies and arrow targets. The far end lined with glass cases, his old, worn out Arrow suit in one of them, his new one right next to it. Without him having realized it, they'd walked into the new lair, Oliver's gaze trained on the sealed case holding his old green leathers.
"I thought you might want to keep it in here, because of its sentimental value."
Oliver nodded. "When did you.." At a loss for words, he gestured around the room with his free hand.
She shrugged. "You want the short or the long story?"
Quirking up an eyebrow, Oliver stared at her. "How about the whole story?"
Playfully, she nudges his shoulder with her own and sighs. "Well, when I turned out to be CEO of Palmer Tech, I got access to a lot more files, after some research I discovered that this place never got finished after your father passed away. It's not on the blueprints because it's a highly classified location in case of extreme emergency. If everything was going to go as planned, it was never to be used. So, I programmed the elevator to need a code to give access to this floor, and so we wouldn't have to open the three foot thick door every time we come down here and I started designing this place."
She ran her fingers over the back of one of the leather chairs next to the conference table. Oliver exhaled loudly and looked around the extensive room again. Felicity squeezed his hand a little.
"Look, I know you were happy without this part of our lives and I know you didn't plan on suiting up again, that you're partly doing this for me. Oliver, I love you more than I have loved anyone, ever, but I can't be selfish. This city needs you as much as I do, and I think you know it too. I never thought I'd say this, but I never realized how much I needed our night job. It's part of who I've become and it's part of who you are. I know it's hard, the way it ended, in so many ways, but I thought a new, secure place, which location is unknown to a lot more people, might help you see a future of being the Green Arrow."
She looked up at him hopefully before he let out a long, heavy breath and nodded. He took her free hand in his, pulling it up to his lips to kiss her knuckles. They're only inches apart, Felicity's behind pressed to the edge of the conference table. Oliver slowly wrapped his arms around her, lips against her temple, softly murmuring in her ear.
"What did I do to deserve you, Felicity Smoak."
Felicity let out a breathy laugh and shook her head against his chest, a hand coming around his back, fingers trailing circles over his dress shirt.
"You just continue to be the good man I know you are." She whispered, pressing a kiss to his neck.
"And I'm sorry we had to cancel dinner tonight, I just thought this was really important."
He pulled away a little so he could look at her, a wicked gleam appearing in his eyes. Oliver smiled a little and pressed his lips against hers.
"It is. Thank you for doing this for me. For us." He kissed her again, this time longer. She hummed against his lips, arms tightening around him.
"And don't worry about the reservation, I'm having someone else for dinner."
Felicity yelped as his hands moved over her ass and hoisted her up on the cold glass of the conference table.
