Author's Note: Wow, it has been really a while...I also can't believe it and I'm sorry about my absence. But as you can see I managed to write a new chapter…YAY and I also want to thank to everyone who is supporting me. To everyone who has read, reviewed, followed and favorited my story. It really means a lot to me, thank you so much. This is the next chapter and I hope you like it.

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Chapter 6: HAPPY BELATED VALENTINE'S DAY

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Oliver knocked on the door of Felicity's apartment. When it opened, he gasped silently, her appearance throwing him off. She was standing there, wearing a pair of black and white polka-dot boyshorts and an eyelet-trim cami. Her hair was wet, hanging down around her shoulders, and she wore no makeup. He assumed that she had taken a shower only a few minutes ago.

He couldn't help but notice she wasn't wearing a bra under her pajamas. Her nipples were starting to show through the material. She is cold, he thought. Her skin… He noticed how soft it looked, that bare porcelain skin of hers. And her legs. Her long legs. He wondered what those legs would feel like wrapped around his waist as he drove into her—

Whoa! Where did that come from? He shook his head, trying to erase the image of them together.

Oliver liked Felicity. She was funny, smart, and kind of adorable when she babbled, even if there were moments when she tried his patience. He had to admit that she was attractive; not in the way all the other women he had come across in the past, but she was. In a different way. Still, he had never thought of her in that way. Besides, he couldn't afford any distractions right now.

"Oliver? What are you doing here?" she said, surprised.

Snapped back into reality, he smiled. "Well, keeping my promises of course." he replied, showing her the bottle of Lafite Rothschild 1982. "You don't really think I would forget about that, now do you?" He nervously tapped his fingers on the bottle, waiting for her to say something. "Can I come in?"

"Of course, yes...sure!" Felicity stepped aside to let him in and closed the door behind him.

He walked into her apartment and turned around to face her. "I hope I'm not disturbing you, but I wanted to see how you were doing after last night…How you're dealing with…everything."

She looked at him. "Well, under the circumstances…I'm doing well. I mean it shouldn't be a surprise with all excuses you told me—not that I believed them in the first place, because let me tell you, they were ridiculous and you, Mister, are such a bad liar. Did you really think I or someone else would have bought them? Also the fact that the Vigilante showed up shortly after the young billionaire Oliver Queen came back from the dead…"

Without even realizing it, Felicity was pacing back and forth, wringing her hands. "Maybe someone would say that is a coincidence, but I don't believe in that. There are no coincidences." Not giving any attention to the man in front of her, she continued. "The laptop with bullet holes, the black arrow…"

"Felicity."

"It makes everything clear. How extremely stupid of me not to have thought of that."

"Felicity, will you stop pacing around?" Oliver said with a demanding tone.

She stopped, glancing up at him with a questioning look. "Hmm?"

Finding a bemused Oliver, she realized what she had done and looked away. "I'm sorry."

She bit her bottom lip and looked up with raised brows.

However at the realization that she was only in her pajamas, her face had reddened, "Sorry, I—could you give me...um…a minute…" She motioned to her clothes.

Oliver had tilted his head slightly and subtly raised his eyebrows. He nearly told her that it was a little too late for that, since he had already seen what there was to see. Instead, he gave her a little smile and nodded. "Yeah, sure."

Felicity went to her bedroom. For a moment she considered completely changing her clothes, but then she put aside the thought and grabbed her robe.

Flipping through the channels, Oliver came across an old movie. It was from the early nineties. He had seen it before. It was a time travel romance movie with Mel Gibson. He knew this, because his mother had shown him a few times. She loved that movie. It was about a test pilot who got his body frozen in time as he didn't want to see his loved one die after a car accident. His body was discovered decades later.

"Time waits for no man, but true love waits forever."

"What?" he said as he looked at her. She was wearing a blue silk robe, tied off at the waist with a neat bow. Her wet hair was now twisted in a clap clip. She was holding two glasses and a corkscrew.

"It's the slogan of the movie," she said, handing the corkscrew to him and settling herself on the couch beside him.

"Have you seen it?" he popped open the bottle and poured a small amount into the glasses and handed her one.

"Are you kidding? It's one of my favorite movies." she said before they clinked their glasses together before taking a sip of wine.

Of course she would, he thought. He shouldn't be surprised. All women love romantic movies.

"Mm, it tastes delightful, Oliver," she gushed. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." he said, smiled slightly.

"So, I'm not really into romantic movies, but this… I don't know. It kind of affected me. A man who has everything loses his love in an accident. Everything changes. He's heartbroken and unwilling to face life alone; he decides to volunteer for a top-secret cryogenics experiment. Being frozen and forgotten for fifty years. Then being accidently reawakened, lost and out of step. All the people he knew are dead. But in the end in turns out that his love had survived after all and he finds her. And finally," she paused. "he takes the courage to ask her the one thing that he never could; to marry him, and she accepts..."

It reminded Oliver of his time on the island. How at that time, Laurel, his first love, was in his thoughts every day. How she was one of his main reasons for surviving at all. And what he would have done if he got the chance to get back to her, but that was before he changed. Before he had done all terrible things to survive…

In a comfortable silence, they watched the rest of the movie and drank the expensive wine.

At the end of the movie, Oliver looked at the blonde IT girl at his side. He thought her eyes were a little bit watery. She had sighed and turned to him with a little smile. She looked pleased and at that moment he thought she looked more beautiful than ever. He couldn't help but smile back at her.

A familiar old song made him snap out of their daze. The billionaire noticed that the credits had started to play. The song was "The Very Thought of You" by Billie Holiday. He smiled inwardly, knowing what to do next.

He stood up and looked down at her, watching her face turn from a pleasant smile to one of confusion. "Oliver?" But then she widened her eyes when she saw him holding out his hand.

"Dance with me?"

Did Oliver Queen just ask me for a dance? ME? I must be dreaming.

"I—I don't think that is such a good idea, Oliver." she said nervously.

"Dance with me." he repeated more assertively.

"Oli—"

"A dance, Felicity. Just a dance." he said. His tone left no room for argument.

Yes, I'm in my bed and dreaming of Oliver Queen, because the hottest bachelor in Starling City would never ask me to dance with him, right? Besides, it wouldn't be the first time. But then if it was a dream, it wouldn't be so bad saying yes, right? So, why not enjoy it, while I can… She shook her head. What the frack is wrong with you? Are you even listening to yourself?

She looked at him and placed her hand in his, trying to ignore the twisting feeling that grew in her stomach. She swallowed hard. "O-okay,"

He gave Felicity a smile and guided her to the center of the living room, where there was enough room for them to dance. The young man grasped her waist, his touch sending sparks up her spine, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering in time with her rapid heartbeat. Oh, crap, she thought, I don't think I can handle this…Too—too close. And they started dancing…

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The very thought of you

I forget to do

Those little ordinary things

That everyone ought to do

I'm livin' in a kind of a daydream

I'm happy as a queen

And foolish though it may seem

To me that's everything

The mere idea of you

The longing here for you

You'll never know

How slow the moments go

Till I'm near to you

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They continued dancing in silence, enjoying and losing themselves in the music. Not even realizing, Felicity had drifted closer to him, holding his shoulders a little tighter and leaning her head against his strong chest. Oliver had run his hands down her back, pressing her closer to him and lowering his face to her head and breathed in her scent. He groaned inwardly, closing his eyes and opening them again. God, she smells divine.

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I see your face in every flower

Your eyes in stars above

It's just the thought of you,

The very thought of you, my love

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They swayed carefully to the music and as the song drifted to a close, he stepped back and looked down at her face. He cupped her face in his hands gently, his thumbs caressing her cheeks as he stared at her, smiling softly as her eyelashes fanned downward as she closed her eyes in pleasure. Then he trailed his thumb along her cheekbone, down, down, down until he was caressing her bottom lip. His eyes flicked down to her slightly parted lips, lips he wanted to kiss.

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I see your face in every flower

Your eyes in stars above

It's just the thought of you,

The very thought of you, my love

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Felicity couldn't still believe what was happening…being so close to him, her lithe body against his, feeling his strong body through their clothes. His body heat radiated into her, making her aware of him and… She had begun to shiver and struggled to make sure her legs didn't tremble.

"Oliver?"

Oliver seemed startled. His eyes slowly slid up her face to meet hers. "Oliver, I…" She licked her lips, never taking her eyes off his. His eyes glittered with some emotion she could not fathom, but it was gone instantly.

The young billionaire noticed the way Felicity's eyes dropped to his lips in fascination and smiled inwardly at the fact that they were thinking the same thing. Leaning closer, seeing how she closed her eyes, waiting to being kissed, he kissed her forehead warmly letting his lips linger for a few…

"Happy Belated Valentine's Day, Felicity." he said.

What? she thought.

"I know that was yesterday, but after what happened, I—"

"Oh, it's okay. It's not like I had any plans, so no worries." the I.T. girl said, her voice a little rougher than she intended. What just happened? Did I misread it? Well, I suppose I did. As if Oliver Queen would want someone like me.

"Thank you," She swallowed and inhaled a breath, smiling softly. "Thanks for the dance and…for visiting. I had a great time."

"It's the least I could do," he answered. "Um… It's getting late. I should go." Oliver nodded as if to say goodbye.

Felicity nodded back, watching the billionaire cross the room and head towards the door.

Hand on the doorknob, Oliver turned around to face her. "Goodnight, Felicity." After giving her a little smile, he left.

Blinking, Felicity stared at the door in confusion. What just happened?