Verdant was still in full swing when they got there.
The got out and Oliver grabbed the bag with their stuff in it. After walking right in through the VIP entrance, Oliver leaned down to speak in her ear where she could hear him.
"I'm going to go check in with Thea. I'll meet you downstairs?"
"Yeah, sure," she yelled back over the music.
As he walks up to the office, Felicity turns around to find herself face to face with Holly.
"What?" she gasps.
"I thought you said the club scene wasn't really your scene?" Holly asked.
"Uh, it's not," Felicity said. "We just made a pit stop so Oliver could check on his sister."
"Why is his kid sister in a club?" Holly asked.
"She runs it," Felicity said. "And she's 18 now."
"No way," she said. "she's like 8."
"I told you. People change in 10 years. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find Oliver."
"You blew off the reunion for a club. He hasn't changed at all," she said.
"Goodbye, Holly." Felicity turned on her heel and headed upstairs to the office, afraid that Holly would follow her down to the Foundry.
Knocking on the door, Felicity waited until Thea opened the door saying, "I'm in a meet….Oh, Felicity, it's you. Come on in."
Oliver looked at her quizzical. "Everything okay?" he asked.
"Holly followed us here," she explained.
"Oh," he said.
"Who's Holly?" Thea asked.
"Apparently a stalker," Oliver said at the same time as Felicity said, "A blast from your brother's past."
Thea laughed. "Well, you have fun with that. I have to get back downstairs."
"See you later, Thea," Oliver said, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she hugged him.
Once the door shut behind her, Oliver turned to look at Felicity.
"So there's no going to the foundry tonight, is there?" she asked.
"If she's specifically following us, I imagine, she'd see us even if we took the side entrance," Oliver said.
Felicity sighed. "I really wanted to check out that software tonight."
"Can't you check it from your apartment?" he asked.
"No." she said. "If I do that, it'll be traced back to me."
"Why would you upload it in the foundry then?" he asked.
"Oliver, do you really think I'd be stupid enough to hack into the databases I do without severely locking down anything that could trace back to me?"
"Well, no…" he started.
"I'm hurt I even had to say that," she said.
"Let's call Dig," Oliver said. "We need to make sure she doesn't see him leaving. Plus, I want to check in with Roy."
"Good idea," she said, moving closer to him so she could hear the conversation.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Dig," Oliver said. "We have a small problem."
"What is it?" he asked.
"We kinda have a stalker on our tails," he explained.
"A stalker. Really?" Dig said, not impressed.
Felicity took the phone from his hands. "A girl from his past is determined to get in his pants tonight," Felicity said. "And she followed us to Verdant, so we can't get downstairs."
"Tall, thin, blond hair. Looking like she's lost?" Dig asked.
"That sounds about right," Oliver said, angling the phone between them.
"She's headed up the stairs straight for you."
"Okay, thanks," Oliver said, hanging up.
He threw the phone on the desk before picking Felicity up and placing her on the desk.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"If she knows I'm serious about you, maybe she'll take a hint and leave us alone," Oliver said, leaning down and attacking her mouth.
"Oliver," she said against his lips. "This won't solve our problems."
"It won't hurt to try," he said. "Now shut up and kiss me."
Felicity moaned before wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. As he was devouring her, they heard the slight squeak of the door as it opened.
"Hey, Ollie. Some girl is looking...OH. Hey!"
Oliver jumped back, turning around to face his sister. Felicity hid behind Oliver, face flushed and embarrassed, tucked under his shoulder blade.
"I'm glad you finally got smart and realized how perfect you are for each other, but I really wish you would realize it somewhere that's not on my desk," Thea said.
"It's not what it looks…" Oliver started.
"Whatever," Thea said. "Just get out of my office."
"Hey, it was my office first," Oliver said.
"And then you ran off. And now it's mine. Now get out!" Thea said, pointing over her shoulder out the door.
Felicity whispered "sorry," as she shuffled out the room, Oliver right behind her.
"Sorry about that," he said. "I really thought it was Holly."
"That's probably why you shouldn't jump on top of me as a solution to everything," Felicity said.
"Sorry," he said. "I didn't think it was a problem."
"Oh no, it's not!" Felicity quickly said. "I'm just saying…"
"Just saying what?" he said grinning as he backed her up against the railing.
"Just saying...uhm…" she felt her back bump into the rail and she turned to look below her before turning around, finding Oliver very close to her face.
"Oliver," she groaned.
His lips met hers in like a soft whisper, glazing over them softly. His hands cupped her cheeks, keeping her close. He moaned.
"Say that again," he said.
"What?" she asked, completely lacking any concentration other than on the perfect man that was currently holding her.
"My name," he groaned.
"Oliver…" his lips found hers in a hurry. The passion was intense and she felt the curves of her body perfectly match with his.
"Oliver," she said against his lips. "We're still pretending, right?"
"Mmmmm…" he barely got out as he devoured her. His teeth gently tugging her bottom lip before she let out a gasp. He used that opportunity to dive into her mouth, his tongue finding hers in a sweet massage.
"Oliver…" In her attempt to stop him, it drove him crazier, making it harder and harder for her to try and stop.
When they pulled back for air, she used the opportunity to try and stop him again, but Oliver used it for his benefit too. He ran his mouth down her neck, sucking lightly on her pulse point,
"Oliver stop," she said half-heartedly. "We're in public, Oliver. Oliver, stop."
He pulled back, but left his hands on her face. Looking her in the eye, he asked, "Do you really want me to stop?"
"God, no," she said. "I mean yes. I mean, it feels really good, but we can't do this. Can we? Are we still doing this as part of the plan?"
Oliver looked at her, "How about we kiss now, talk later?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her again.
"Oliver," she said. "We need to go home."
He groaned, pulling back. "Fine. We'll call Dig from the car."
His hand slid into hers as he led her to the front of the Verdant, scooping his bag up from behind the bar as they passed.
He wasted no time, easily parting the crowd for her.
They got the the car and he helped her in again before taking off towards her apartment.