A/N: Part II is up!

Yay! That's both exciting and a little disappointing. This was a lot of fun to write and I'm actually just really amused by Oliver and Felicity in this. For no apparent reason. I'm also in denial about whats happening to them on the show so my guess is I'm going to go back to Leather Pants and continue being in denial while writing that. (Because, seriously, love triangle? If I wanted a love triangle, I would watch Vampire Diaries. I know there's more but I hate love triangles. With a passion.)

So, anyway, enjoy this! Hopefully, I'll have something else up soon!

Trapped (in a Tent)

PART II

The Tent – 2:57 p.m.

"We should have just listened to Ro – hmph."

Oliver claps a hand over her mouth and glares at her. Felicity glares back because she doesn't understand why Oliver has chosen to silence her this way.

Right up until she hears two children speaking.

"I don't think they're in here. This is the toy room. Big people don't hide in the toy room."

A heavy sigh follows the distinctly female directive. "Fine. They're not in here. Do you think they went to hide in the bedroom?"

"Probably. Let's go and check."

Felicity reaches up to grasp Oliver's hand as they hear the two children leave the room and yanks it away from her mouth.

So, okay, he probably did the right thing then.

They weren't ready to be discovered just yet.

Still, did he have to shut her mouth like that?

Before Felicity can comment upon Oliver's method of shutting her up, she turns her head a little and freezes.

Because in order for Oliver to clamp his hand over her mouth, he'd had to move. Closer to her. So close, the length of his body is pressed against hers and Felicity can feel the heat coming from him.

She feels weak and heated all at the same time and, because they're trapped in a tent, there's nowhere for her to move.

Not unless she wants to be pressed up against Oliver even more.

Which she doesn't.

Maybe.

"Why are you so mad, Felicity?"

Oliver asks the question quietly after a moment, apparently curious as to why she's reacting to this whole thing in a way that is very much unlike her.

Felicity stares at him.

Because, well, seriously?

Taking a deep breath, Felicity decides to state the obvious.

Because Oliver's clearly being obtuse and he doesn't get it.

"Oliver, you kissed me."

"So?"

Felicity gapes.

Not the response she was expecting.

The Winter Home – 11:15 p.m.

"Hi guys! Welcome to our home."

Emily opens the door to her house with a wide smile and Felicity feels like she's completely failing at life when all she can muster is a weird-ish smile because Oliver's arm is wrapped around her waist.

And she's pressed against his body.

"Hello, Emily. Thanks for inviting us." Oliver says smoothly, guiding Felicity into the house and leaning down to press a kiss to Emily's cheek.

Felicity musters a halfhearted hello and is rewarded with a hug.

"Come in, come in." Emily gestures with her hand and grins at them. "We're so glad you could make it, everyone's out the back with the kids, so please go and join them and enjoy yourselves."

Oliver smiles at Emily again and is then steering Felicity out the back. As he does this, he leans down. "If everyone's out the back, we have a chance of searching the house for his office."

Felicity stares at him.

"Or we could just ask for a tour? We just need to know where his office is, Oliver. So I sneak in later and go through his computer." Felicity says with a roll of her eyes, "asking for a tour is a lot easier than sneaking around."

Oliver raises an eyebrow at her and Felicity makes a point of sticking her tongue out at his expression.

She knows it's juvenile.

She knows it's not a polite thing to do.

But still, when Oliver gives her that look, Felicity feels like he deserves to have her tongue stick out at him.

Oliver appears to be opening his mouth to reply when he's interrupted by James' jovial shout.

Felicity thanks the lord for that because she's not sure what Oliver was going to say

"Oliver, Felicity, hello! Great of you to come!"

James Winter's House – 1:35 p.m.

It occurs to Felicity, close to an hour and a half later, that Oliver's plan might be the one they're going to have go with.

Emily and James seemed to determined to keep people out of their house and Felicity doesn't buy the whole 'we're redecorating' explanation.

Apparently, neither does Oliver.

Who, as the everyone gathers around to sing happy birthday to their son, Toby, and are sufficiently distracted, he grabs Felicity's hand and tugs her gently into the house.

"We need to find his office. They're hiding something." Oliver says, glancing around and Felicity nods.

"We need to be quick, though. They'll notice we've gone missing at some point." She points out and Oliver gives a sharp nod before heading towards the stairs.

He doesn't let go of her hand, either.

Felicity is trying really hard to pretend she hasn't noticed this.

But, try as she might, she's not doing a very good job.

In any case, it doesn't take Oliver long to locate James' office and Felicity takes one look at his computer and rolls her eyes.

"You do realize this could be harder, right? Why does everyone think that just because their computer is password protected, it's impenetrable? I don't get it." She says, leaning over and making short work of the password. "Seriously. People who want to hide something really need to wise up about this sort of thing."

"Felicity." Oliver mutters it warningly, even as he peruses the bookcase sitting off to one side of the office.

Not that it's a bookcase-bookcase.

It's actually just one of those Ikea cube things that you can fill with books.

She stops talking long enough to implement the backdoor into James' computer that she needs.

They don't have any time to go through it now and Felicity would much rather run through his computer in the comfort of the foundry on her own computer.

"All done. What are you doing?" Felicity puts the computer to sleep and glances over at Oliver.

Who's flipping through the pages of what looks like a volume of Shakespeare and, considering that Felicity knows he never studied Shakespeare, she's a little bit concerned.

Oliver doesn't say anything for a minute, apparently concentrating on whatever it is that has caught his attention right up until he unearths a USB flash drive.

Snapping the book shut, Oliver replaces it carefully and then walks over to Felicity, slipping the USB into his pocket.

"I had a feeling he'd have back up, somewhere." Oliver says by way of explanation and Felicity feels like he's explaining because she's gaping at him.

"You just had a feeling? Seriously? Just a feeling? Why didn't you tell me about this feeling?" Felicity snaps at him because, okay, so it didn't take her long to open the backdoor to James' computer but still, she would have liked to know that Oliver was going to look for a back-up.

Before Oliver can reply, he stiffens and Felicity figures that he's heard something.

He has ears like a bat.

Before she can ask him what he's doing, he grabs her hand and tugs her out of the James's office; carefully pulling the door partially closed the way they found it.

Turning to her, Felicity's has all of thirty seconds to react when he frames her face with his hands and kisses her.

And…oh.

It's really nice.

One of her hands rises to grip his wrist and Felicity returns the pressure of his lips, melting a little because if Oliver touching her means she can't think then Oliver kissing her means that her ability to think has been blown up with dynamite.

"What are you doing?"

Felicity jerks away from Oliver as if she's been burned.

Turning, she finds a group of children, all varying ages, staring at them in curiosity.

Including James and Emily's newly turned eight year old

Who is staring at them curiously and with a touch of suspicion.

The rest of them, well, Felicity feels like she's just defiled a group of children.

And you know what?

She's kind of mad at the interruption.

These children have totally just interrupted her first kiss with Oliver.

A kiss that has her forgetting how to think and, possibly, talk and you know what? She's gaping at them.

Oliver, on the other hand, looks completely unruffled by this interruption and Felicity realizes she's still holding his wrist when he reaches down to pry her hand off it.

"Well – " Oliver starts and the son interrupts him almost immediately.

It's kind of rude, actually.

"Were you in my Dad's office? Because we're not allowed to go into Dad's office. He gets really mad when we do and if we're not allowed to go into it then you are not allowed to go into it." The son, Felicity remembers his name is Toby, folds his arm and the only word to describe his facial expression is obstinate even as he opens his mouth to announce, "I'm going to tell Dad!"

Oliver reacts before Felicity has a chance too.

"We were playing hide and seek. That's why were up here."

Felicity stares at Oliver.

Really? Hide and seek? That's the best he can come up with.

Why is she surprised though?

He is Mr. I-Spilled-a-Latte-on-it.

Fortunately, the group of children they've just traumatized buy Oliver's lie.

Oh, yes, they buy it enough for Toby to grin. "Okay! I'll count, you guys hide. Including you

two."

Felicity stares at Toby. "Do you mean us?"

The kid has the nerve, the actual nerve, to roll his eyes at her question.

This child who potentially could unravel what they're trying to do, the child who interrupted the dynamite kiss, the child who's decided that they have to play hide and seek too rolls his eyes in a great impression of a teenager.

Felicity doesn't really like this child at the moment.

"No, duh. Go hide. Or I'll tell my Dad you were in his office."

Toby gives this directive and then promptly closes his eyes and starts to count. The remaining groups of children squeal a little as they take off.

Felicity looks at Oliver because, well, they're not really going to go and hide are they?

Oliver's jaw is set and Felicity doesn't like the look of this.

She has a feeling Oliver doesn't want James to know they were in his office. Which Toby is clearly aware of.

"Oh, no, Oliver. I am no – " Felicity starts because, okay, she doesn't want to go and play hide and seek.

At all.

They've got the flash drive, Oliver's kissed her and they need to go.

Like, they needed to go yesterday.

Oliver doesn't agree, apparently, because he interrupts her by grabbing her hand.

"Let's go hide."

The Tent – 3:04 p.m.

Felicity is still gaping at Oliver.

"Oliver, why did you kiss me? You had a lie all ready to go when we were caught!" Felicity snaps at him and Oliver rubs a hand over his face. "You were also the one who chose to hide in this stupid tent and pull me in with you. So, this whole thing really is your fault."

Oliver glares at her, a little more ferociously then usual.

It's nowhere near his I'm-a-scary-vigilante-glare but it's the most vicious glare that Felicity's received and she blinks at him.

"Felicity, stop. Okay? As you keep pointing out we're trapped in a children's tent because an eight year old blackmailed us into playing hide and seek. Now is not the time to yell at me." Oliver snaps at her, frustration lacing his tone.

Felicity glares.

"Well, when is the time to yell at you? Because, like it or not Oliver, you've got us trapped in a children's tent and I am not happy."

"Because you've been so happy since we began this. Felicity, you've made me seem joyful."

"Well, why wouldn't you be? This whole thing has gone according to plan, right? And you haven't even have had to fight anyone! It's been a nice, easy run for you!"

"Because there was no one to fight! This could have been a lot easier if James hadn't turned all family man!" Oliver snaps back. "For the record, too, this whole thing hasn't been easy for me! Do you know what it's like to have you this close, all the time?"

Wait, what?

Felicity stares at Oliver because that was the last thing she expected him to say.

It also, marginally, makes her feel a little better about this whole couple charade they've had going on.

Only marginally, though.

"What does that even mean, Oliver? You're the one that's been making sure my brain can't function with all the touching that's been going on!" Felicity demands, incredulity lacing her tone.

They really shouldn't be fighting.

But Felicity can't help it.

She's frustrated and in a tent and Oliver's acting weird now and this is not fun, okay? This is not fun, at all.

Oliver huffs out a breath even as the silence between them reigns a longer than Felicity expected and, before she can come out with another brilliant argument, Oliver mutters something that sounds a lot like, "screw it."

Felicity has no idea what that means.

Right up until Oliver grasps her hand, tugs her forward so she tumbles against him and he kisses her.

Again.

Dynamite detonates in her brain at the hard pressure of his mouth and Felicity can't do anything except try and get closer to Oliver.

She yanks her hand from his grasp before sliding her arms around his neck and scrambling sideways into Oliver's lap so she can press against his chest. One of Oliver's arms slide around her waist to hold her tightly while his other hand rises to slide into her hair, fisting there as he controls the kiss.

Oh, dear God is he a good kisser.

Felicity pulls away to draw in a breath only to have Oliver pull her back and change the angle of the kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth as his hand releases her hair and grows restless.

Felicity's drowning in the sensation of Oliver kissing her and the way his hands are stroking over her body, pausing when he finds bare skin before seeking more.

Felicity's so caught up in Oliver that she misses the sound of a door opening and she forgets that they're in a miniscule tent that isn't made for adults.

Especially adults who are making out like teenagers.

Which is why, when Felicity slides her leg over Oliver's lap, to straddle him properly, he leans back and the whole tent goes over.

With them inside.

Pulling away from Oliver, Felicity stares down at him, shocked by suddenly being completely vertical.

Oliver stares up at her, his eyes incredibly dark and Felicity leans down to kiss him again when she feels his hands slide down to stroke the backs of her thighs.

She would have kept kissing him too, if, as she leans down, a truly disgusted voice hadn't asked incredulously.

"Gross. Are you guys having sex?"

That pretty much ruins the moment.

The Foundry – 4:45 p.m.

Roy's still laughing.

After she and Oliver had escaped that God forsaken tent and had assured an absolutely disgusted Toby that they were not, in face, having sex, they'd made their excuses to James and Emily and left the party as quickly as they could.

Which had been a mortifying experience in and of itself because Emily had been very concerned about her and how flushed she'd been.

In no way was Felicity going to tell Emily that the reason she was flushed was because she'd been making out with Oliver in a tent.

Emily's concern had helped, though, because it made their story of Felicity suddenly feeling unwell that much more plausible.

James had regarded them with slight suspicion but before he could ask anything, Oliver had shaken his hand and rushed her out of the house.

Where she'd then endured an excruciatingly long and awkward car ride back to the foundry.

Felicity genuinely had no idea what she was supposed to say the entire drive because the only planned thing that had happened that afternoon was getting into James's office.

The rest they'd improvised and, when she'd looked in the mirror in the car, she'd been mortified to discover that she looked thoroughly kissed.

No wonder Emily had been concerned.

Their return to the foundry hadn't made her feel any better, either. Diggle had taken one look at the two of them and raised his eyebrows while Roy had looked between the two of them and demanded to know what had happened.

Oliver had replied rather tersely that they'd managed to get the information they'd needed.

He'd then stalked off to change into his work out gear, leaving Felicity to handle the questioning gazes of Diggle and Roy.

Which, really, was a terrible decision.

Because she'd pretty much blurted out the entire story and now Diggle was chuckling and Roy was holding a table to keep himself upright.

"It's not that funny, Roy." Felicity snaps at him and Roy snorts.

"Are you kidding? It's hilarious. You guys got blackmailed by an eight year old who thought you were having sex in a kid's tent. This is comedy gold." Roy informs her between snorts of laughter.

Felicity can't help but continue to glare at Roy.

It's really not funny.

She feels itchy with the knowledge that she and Oliver only managed to scratch the surface of what they could be together and humiliated because Oliver seems to not be able to look at her and a million other things that she can't think of right now because Roy won't stop laughing.

Felicity's opening her mouth to unleash this all on Roy when Diggle claps the boy on his shoulder and say, "come on Roy, lets go and get something to eat. Felicity needs time to get through the USB and Winter's computer."

Roy looks like he wants to argue.

Right up until he winces a little as Diggle squeezes his shoulder none to gently.

Thank God for Diggle.

"Fine. Fine. What – ow!"

Diggle appears to squeeze Roy's shoulder again and Felicity has to say, she's impressed by the way Digg manages to steer Roy out of the foundry in less than five minutes.

Leaving her alone with Oliver.

Who is nearly to the top of the salmon ladder again.

That means he's done like, three sets already.

Which means he's really frustrated.

Felicity stares at Oliver and suddenly realizes that the bare chest that's glistening as his muscles work is the same one she was pressed against less than two hours ago.

For some reason, that thought makes her go bright red.

Because, well, she hadn't blushed over anything else today, so clearly she was reserving it for Oliver's naked chest.

Which is just bizarre.

Felicity's still staring at Oliver when he drops from the salmon ladder and, possibly, goes even redder when he quirks an eyebrow at her.

Felicity stiffens, a lot, when Oliver walks over to her.

For some bizarre reason, it makes her hand go up to her hair and Felicity realizes her hair is still in the half undone tail Oliver had mussed.

While kissing her.

Not wanting to think too hard about that, Felicity reaches up and yanks the band out of her hair and pushes her hand through it as her hair falls messily around her shoulders.

Oliver's gaze sharpens as he watches her do this and Felicity feels her stomach quiver at the look in his eye.

"Where did Diggle and Roy go?" He asks and she swallows hard because Oliver's still looking at her like that.

"To get some food."

Oliver nods once. "How long do you think they'll be gone for?"

Felicity shrugs. "I don't know. However long they're usually gone?"

Oliver nods again and looks away from her briefly.

He looks like he's concentrating very hard on the wall and Felicity actually starts to fidget as the silence drags on.

Right up until Oliver looks back at her and speaks.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

The question stumps her.

Mostly because she hadn't expected Oliver to ask her that. Or anything remotely like that. Or even speak to her.

She'd been subconsciously preparing herself for either a speech about not hurting her or just not speaking to her at all.

Or ignoring what had happened and putting it down to the whole it-was-for-the-mission thing.

Or leaving.

Actually, Felicity was expecting Oliver to do a lot of things right now that have absolutely nothing to do with asking her out.

She feels a bit stunned.

"What?"

Oliver looks vaguely uncomfortable with her incredulity.

"Do you want to get out of here? Maybe go get some dinner or something? Just you and me?"

Felicity continues staring at Oliver as if he'd lost his head.

She then realizes that she should probably answer him before he takes back his offer.

Because he will.

Because he's Oliver and Oliver tends to overthink things.

Especially things like asking her out after they'd pretended to be a couple for three weeks.

"Yes! Yes, I would like that. A lot." Felicity exclaims just as his brow starts to furrow and Felicity can see him rethinking what he'd just asked.

Oliver looks a little stunned for a moment before his mouth curls into a tentative smile.

Felicity smiles back at him, just as tentatively.

"Okay. Let me go and get changed and we'll go."

She nods and Oliver turns to go and get out of his work out clothes.

Felicity watches him go and wonders what the hell is going on.

Of all the things she expected him to do after making out with him in a tent, asking her out was not one of them.

At all.

Then again, he had said that the last few weeks hadn't been easy on his either.

So, maybe, this whole getting trapped in a tent thing was a good thing?

Maybe.

As long as she doesn't have to go through it again, Felicity feels like she'll be able to look back one day and be grateful they'd been trapped in a tent.

One day that's a very, very, very long time away.

Because, even though Oliver's asked her out and this might the most backward way of starting a potential relationship, Felicity doesn't think she'll be able to go near a tent any time soon.

Or children.

Or Roy.

Because Roy is most definitely never going to let them forget this.

Ever.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Taking the time to leave a review would make any authors day!