A/N: Spoilers for 3x01! Just a reminder this is a collection of stories I will be adding to throughout the 3rd season. Each chapter is separate and stands alone.

That being said...theres a chance this one will get a follow up but if that does happen I'll post it as it's own story. :)

If you've read the first two drabbles for this season then you know they were angst heavy. I owed you a little something different.

Hope you enjoy!

Dinner had gone well. Really well. She was still more than a little surprised by that fact. Sure there had been some awkwardness at first on both their parts, but it was just Oliver.

Just Oliver. That had multiple meanings and she was aware of each and every one of them.

He'd opened up to her; willingly shared a secret from his past she hadn't known before. It had been shocking but he said he didn't want to move forward without her knowing everything. So she'd sat back and listened.

Eventually she offered up some secrets of her own and he'd been just as attentive and supportive as she knew he would be.

The food was fabulous, the wine even better, and as they creeped closer and closer to dessert there were more smiles and lingering looks, even if her nerves were beginning to make themselves known.

Which was why they weren't even out the door when she found herself asking if he wanted to go back to her place.

He'd paused, door held open a few seconds too long before he smiled and nodded. She ducked her head and hid behind a fall of hair for a moment and when she looked up he'd offered her his arm. She took it without pause as they walked slowly in unspoken agreement, as if they both wanted to drag out the night as long as possible.

She was nervous when they arrived at her townhouse, the key refusing to cooperate at first. And then he'd spun her around, threaded a hand through her hair to cup her head and kissed her.

The keys fell to the ground forgotten as her toes curled in her heels. She pressed into him, moaning when she felt his tongue glide along the seam of her lips seeking entrance. He tasted like chocolate and wine and when she stroked her tongue against his, fingers dig into her hip in response.

She was left lightheaded and her heart was beating much too fast when he pulled back.

"Thought maybe we should get that out of the way,"

She could only nod her agreement, barely noticing when he leaned down to pick up the keys and dropped them into her hand. Hands that were no longer shaking she was forced to acknowledge as she unlocked the door in one try and moved to punch in her security code.

Calm, collected, sure of himself Oliver Queen was going to be the death of her.

Felicity blew out a long, controlled breath as she made her way through the foyer and into the dark kitchen. The soft snick of the door closing let her know he was right behind her and she took her time setting her clutch on the counter and slipping her heels off to join a pile of others that had yet to make it to her closet.

"I like your place, it's very you," he said, far closer than she expected and when she turned and pressed into the slab of granite at her back she hissed at the unexpected cold and arched away. She didn't miss the way his eyes dropped to her chest or how much taller he was than her now.

The air seemed to still between them and some distant part of her brain told her she was licking her lips far too much and she should stop but somehow the command never actually made it to her mouth.

"Wine! We should have some more. I'll get it, you can go...sit." she didn't wait to see if he listened, just pivoted on her heel and made her way to the wine rack tucked into the corner, glasses hanging under the cabinets.

They'd had an amazing night, and he'd already kissed her so she didn't know why her stomach was constantly flipping or why her pulse was so fast.

By the time she'd selected the bottle and poured two glasses she had some semblance of control. She took a hefty swallow and turned to find him still in the kitchen casually leaning against the doorway, one hand in his pocket.

He'd never left.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath and took another drink, this one longer with her eyes locked on his.

With smooth, cat-like grace he effortlessly pushed off the wall and made his way towards her, taking the glasses from her hands and sitting them down on the center island without a word.

"I'm going to need that." she protested but he just smiled down at her and dropped his hand to span her waist, fingers quietly playing with the small peplum flair.

"Have I told you how much I enjoyed tonight? And how gorgeous you look,"

"Um, you did mention one of those things when you picked me up," somehow even though he was now closer her nerves began to dissipate, much like they had after he kissed her,

"Red is definitely your color,"

"Not green?" she asked automatically and froze when she saw his eyes darken, and felt him tug her towards him just a little bit.

"Wear green on our third date,"

"Oh, there's going to be a third date is there? You're so sure?" she couldn't help tease, delighting in the way his eyes lit up in response,

"Isn't there a third date rule, or is that not done anymore?"

"I don't think you have ever abided by any rules when it came to dating." she retorted, "And the statute of limitations of you not knowing things because of your time away has probably expired."

Then her eyes went wide and her mind went blank when she realized exactly what he meant by third dates, and rules, and the significance of her wearing green.

He smiled proudly, more of a smirk if she was honest and she knew there was a flush creeping up her neck.

She cleared her throat and swallowed hard while he waited patiently, although the way his fingers continued to draw small abstract designs on her hip was very distracting.

"But this dress…does it come in green, because...the zipper…" he trailed off purposely and she threw him a mock surprised look,

"Oh, you noticed that did you," she said as she turned and pretended to look over her own shoulder, the hand at her waist following across her lower back as she did.

"I notice a lot,"

Her stomach flipped at the low, slow way he said it and her momentary bravado failed. His hand tightened not allowing her to turn back and her breath caught when he swept her hair to the side to lay over one shoulder.

"Does this unzip from the top or the bottom?"

"Um...either I think,"

"That's very...helpful,"

One finger followed the line of the straps, trailing along the spaces where her skin was left bare making her shiver. He made his way from her left shoulder to the center of her back and then up towards her right. However, he never made it all the way and when he stepped closer and ran his thumb around a particular spot she almost swayed as she realized he was focused on her scar.

She wasn't expecting to feel the hot touch of his mouth on her flesh. The groan that came from low in her throat was unexpected. Her hand flailed out to grab the counter for support as he slid a hand around her waist to splay over her middle.

But she didn't need the counter for long. She was grateful for his arms around her as he turned her a split second before his mouth dropped to hers.

This kiss was different than the one they'd shared on her doorstep. This left her heart flipping, and sparks of electricity shooting down her spine and straight to her core. She moaned into his mouth and heard him reply in kind when she slid her hands up his chest.

They were both panting when they broke apart and her eyes fluttered shut when he ran his thumb along her lower lip.

"I should go," he murmured, but his hands kept moving and the way he held her made her think he didn't actually want to leave.

"You don't have to, you know," she was breathless and flustered and would have let him follow her to her bedroom in an instant.

His head bowed to meet hers and she felt his struggle, "I just want to do this with you and I want to do it right," he whispered before brushing a hot kiss across her temple.

"Okay," she replied, still dizzy from his kisses and the knowledge that this was actually happening.

She let her fingers scrape through his stubble and into his hair before she pulled back to look at him, "Third date though. I'll be the one wearing green,"

"Maybe I will too,"

An image of him in his green leathers, her in a green dress as he pressed her into a concrete pillar in the lair assaulted her mind and she audibly gasped as a swirl of desire struck her hard and fast.

She held his hand, fingers entwined until they reached her door where he told her goodnight. Her lips still burned from their final kiss, and as she watched him walk towards his car she knew they were both thinking about that third date.