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Disclaimer: I don't own Arrow, but if I did Oliver and Felicity wouldn't be dancing around each other anymore on screen.

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You're Banging My Bedroom Wall

XVIII. Dine & Ditch

Felicity silently followed Sara into Big Belly Burger later that morning. Her mind was a million miles away, off thinking about the incident in the elevator. She analyzed it from every angle she could think of and still couldn't make sense of what had happened.

The things he had said, the way his hands had felt on her body, and that kiss—it just confused her even further.

She liked him, but he was the manwhore, which is what it all came down to in the end.

Suddenly the table shook in front of Felicity making everything jump and shake before settling again. "Smoak!" Sara called out. "Where were you just now? Did you even hear half of what I just said to you?"

Felicity grimaced guiltily and shook her head. "Sorry, what were you saying? Something about the power outage?"

Sara nodded as she sucked in a big gulp of her soda before starting up her tirade again. "Yeah! The entirety of Lamb Valley decided to go out while I was buying Laurel's birthday present online. I was just about to click buy on my laptop when the lights went out. By the time I pulled the website up on my phone it was completely sold out. Now I have no clue what the hell I'm going to get Laurel for her birthday," she sighed. Her eyes snapped up to meet Felicity's with a sudden intensity. "Your building's in Lamb Valley – anything interesting happen to you this morning?"

She bit her lip in hesitation before leaning across the table. "I got stuck in the elevator," she whispered, worrying her lip between her teeth as she stared at her best friend, "with Oliver."

"You did?" Sara breathed. "What happened?"

Felicity glanced around them, half expecting him to pop up out of nowhere like he always does these days. "He was all intense and stuff and then we kissed. It was a great kiss, too," she groaned softly. "And then the power came back on and I freaked. I may or may not have told him that he was the manwhore."

"So he recognized you?" Sara questioned, suddenly giddy.

She nodded, burying her head in her hands. "Yes! And I don't know if I want that to be a good thing or a bad thing yet."

"I'd say it's a good thing, Felicity," Sara murmured softly, pulling Felicity's hands from her face. "Ollie's never remembered any of the girls he's slept with. I see it all the time at Verdant. Girls slink up to the bar next to him, fully expecting him to remember whatever night they had shared, but they all end up leaving with their tails between their legs. So, it's good that he remembers you. Out of all of the women in this city, Oliver Queen remembers you, Felicity Smoak."

Felicity made to say something, but her gaze shifted past Sara's shoulder toward the entrance of the restaurant as a familiar head of dark blonde hair came through the door. With wide eyes, she watched as he quickly scanned the room like he was looking for somebody and just as he turned in their direction Felicity gasped and slid down in her seat, discretely putting her hand up to shield her face.

Sara eyed her funnily. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Oliver…"

"What about him?"

Felicity chanced a glance over her shoulder again and slid even lower in her seat as he turned in their direction. "He's here," she hissed, pointing passed her shoulder. Sara made to turn and Felicity quickly kicked her in the shin. "Don't look!" She glanced again and groaned.

"What?" Sara demanded, leaning down to rub her leg. "What is it now?"

"He's coming over here and he's got Digg with him," she whispered, casually straightening up in her chair and willing herself not to look in his direction. Her heart was beating in her chest in a furious tempo against her ribcage and she felt her palms start to sweat. The man made her so nervous it wasn't even funny.

"Hey, Felicity. Sara," Digg greeted them as he and Oliver stopped next to their table.

Sara grinned up at him and Felicity swore she saw a wicked glint in her light blue eyes. "Hi. Looks like all of the tables are filled, huh? Maybe you guys should join us for lunch," she offered, completely ignoring the warning look in Felicity's eyes that was accompanied by another hard kick to the shin in the exact same spot as the other one. "Felicity and I were just about to order."

A wide grin spread across Oliver's face. "Perfect," he said, sliding into the empty seat beside Felicity. She froze and stiffened in her seat, glaring at her best friend's suddenly smug face. She had no clue what was going through her head, but Felicity was going to kill her later for this.

Felicity stiffened further when she felt his arm come up to rest on the back of her chair and deepened her glare at Sara. Digg caught her eye and raised a questioning eyebrow at her and she shook her head. Their waiter suddenly appeared just then to take their orders and once he was gone conversation bubbled up at the table, but Felicity barely said two words as Oliver shifted and the arm that was draped across the back of her chair was suddenly touching her.

For the rest of lunch, Felicity was hyperaware of the way his body was so close to hers. She found herself unconsciously leaning in his direction every now and then, and the moment she realized what she had done, she would jump away from him and force herself to focus on the food on her plate to avoid Sara's smug face and Digg's questioning look as he looked between her and his best friend.

"So, how's Lyla, Digg?" Sara asked.

Digg smiled at the mention of his wife. "She's good. Glad that the morning sickness phase of the pregnancy is over though."

"Yeah, but now it's on to the cravings phase. I was over their place the other night and she made Digg go out and get her some pickles and Oreos," Oliver told her. Felicity let out a breathy gasp as she felt his hand come up to play with the end of her ponytail. She sucked in a sharp breath and watched him out of the corner of her eye as he continued to talk to the others. There was a soft smile on his face as he spoke to them. It seemed like he didn't even realize what he was doing and she couldn't handle it anymore.

This was too much after the incident in the elevator.

She could see them doing this, having lunch with their best friends, laughing and having a good time.

He was the manwhore, a womanizing playboy.

But he had never once looked at any of the other women in the restaurant who were sending him flirtatious, come hither looks, only her.

Too much, she thought.

Felicity shot up from the table suddenly, shocking everyone at the abrupt movement. "I'll be back," she said, not meeting any of their eyes. "I'm just going to go wash my hands," she told them, pointing vaguely in the direction of the bathroom behind her as she scooped up her purse.

Sara eyed her curiously but nodded. "Okay."

She gave her a tight smile and fled the table. Instead of taking a right to the ladies' room, Felicity made a sharp left in the direction of the back exit. Once outside, she quickly made her way to her car and turned off her phone before spending the rest of the afternoon driving around the city.

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The next chapter of Death in the Family is half written and if you aren't already reading it you should totally check it out and maybe leave a review over there. Let's just call it a belated birthday gift to me since my birthday was last week. The identity of Black Canary is going to be revealed if that piques anyone's interest since people really wanted to know last chapter…