AN: Okay so I managed to finish this part, and decided to just post it. I had fun writing it, though I was planning on doing it slightly different, but this just happened and... yeah. If Oliver seems ooc, I'm sorry about that - with Felicity, I think he'd just act a bit differently to how he normally is (considering the fact that he's crushing on her in these one-shots). If there's any mistakes or errors, please do let me know - I try to edit it over and over, but I'm pretty sure I miss stuff. Anyway, I'm revved on the fact that Arrow returns tonight, so let me just go squeal about that and let you guys read this! Loving you all so much. xo

"Oh my God, Daenerys you absolute bad ass babe," Felicity spoke out loud as she watched Game of Thrones, her ice-cream carton resting between her knees. She was completely engrossed in the episode, having had no time to catch up with season 3 due to work, being Oliver's personal IT girl, family commitments, IT girl duties, even more work, oh and did she mention the fact that she was cracking codes for Oliver like it was legal?

She tried not to dwell on Oliver. Every time she remembered their encounter, the blush rose straight from her toes. She had gone to the Foundry to talk to him – not kiss him senseless. It wasn't like her, and if anything was proof to go by, the fact that she could still feel his touch after two days was saying something.

Her dry spell was doing her no favours after that sip of glorious water.

"Stop," she muttered to herself, trying to concentrate on the show again. She wasn't going to waste precious brain cells over-thinking about a situation that was done and dusted. It was the first actual day since forever that she had all to herself, and she wasn't going to think. She was just going to fan-girl.

So she carried on watching the show, managing to block out her pesky thoughts about her boss.

"What? How! I refuse to accept – oh, food!" she jumped up, putting the ice-cream carton down and making her way over to her door.

"Winter must finally be over – Oliver?!" she screeched as she gaped at him, standing outside her door.

He sucked in a breath, her appearance throwing him off. There was never a time where Felicity wasn't neatly put together – even when training. But this was something new. There she stood, in a scruffy top that was probably three times her size, long, pale legs on view and thick, fluffy pink socks on her feet. He absently noted that her hair was plaited to the side.

Realizing that he was probably staring for too long, he snapped out of it.

"Hi," he managed to keep his voice steady, "Can I come in?"

Felicity blinked, before moving back a step. Her mind was screaming at her – obviously he would be outside her door when she was looking like she hadn't left her house for months in her oldest top and not even a touch of makeup.

"Sure. Is everything fine?"

"Yes, everything's fine. I just wanted to ask you something – what on earth are you watching?" he suddenly asked, the movement from the TV catching his eye.

Felicity turned around, a frown on her face.

"Oh my God! I knew she wouldn't give one of her babies up like that! My Queen!" Felicity exclaimed as she watched the last scene unfold. Oliver tilted his head, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Daenerys will be the Queen of them all, ruling the seven kingdoms while looking flawless," Felicity sighed, her eyes still glued to the TV.

His chuckle broke her out of her trance.

"Well, I have no idea who she is, but from the look of her, she's deadly," he commented, and Felicity blushed. She was thoroughly embarrassed.

"It's one of my favourite shows at the moment. I'm a complete TV junkie; it pretty much comes with being a super awkward geek. You should watch GoT though, guys dig it too. I mean, there's lots of action, pretty girls, class A boobs on show and swords. Ignore that boob comment. Ignore that too," she flinched as she shut her eyes tightly.

"From what I've seen already, I'd rather stick to Supernatural right now. One at a time," Oliver replied, not mentioning her other comments.

"Before you know it, you'll be hooked, Queen," she said, poking a finger in his stomach. He laughed, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close. It got her complete attention – which was what he was hoping for.

"While I've got your attention off your shows, I want to ask you something. Would you like to go on a date with me, Felicity?"

"Date?"

"Yes. Tonight."

"Tonight?!"

Felicity stood in her bedroom, two hours before zero hour, worrying her lip as she stared into her wardrobe.

"Why do I not have anything to wear?"

Talking to herself was a common thing. Agreeing to go on a date with billionaire playboy turned vigilante was not. Agreeing to go on said date on the same day it was set on was definitely not a common thing at all. Trying hard not to hyperventilate, she delved into her wardrobe.

Her gold dress was out of question. She'd already worn that in front of him once. Her little black dress wasn't exactly the look she wanted to go for either. It was playing it too safe. The red dress she had brought on impulse from a sale was far too risky for her. Ready to scream, she pushed all the dresses to one side of the rack.

And found the winner.

When she heard the light tap on her door, she was just about ready. Slipping her feet into the black heels, she grabbed her clutch, before breathing in deeply.

Here goes nothing.

She pulled the door open, and had the immense pleasure of watching his eyes grow wide.

His breath caught.

He didn't know if it was the dress, or her hair, or the smile on her face. He briefly remembered her in the gold dress, but that was nothing compared to the weapon she had pulled out this time round. In that moment, he was glad that he had made the right decision to ask her out.

She smoothed a hand down the white slip-on dress, the fabric silky and thin. It was unbelievably sexy – the neck line swooping down to reveal creamy skin and the slightest cleavage. His gaze traveled down to her legs, bare from the mid-thigh.

He swallowed, wanting to get his hands on her again.

"You look beautiful," he said honestly, his piercing blue eyes back on her face. She couldn't meet his gaze properly, using her straightened hair as a curtain to hide her red cheeks.

"Thank you. I tried – I mean, you look really good. How do you manage to wear suits so well?" she blurted out, and he laughed.

"Thank you – I think. Ready to go?" he asked, holding a hand out for her. She nodded, and stepped forward, exposing him to her bare back to him when she turned to pull the door shut before placing her small hand in his. He didn't know who had designed the dress, but he was thoroughly thankful for it.

Even though he was sure she had worn it to kill him slowly.

When they arrived at the upscale Italian restaurant, Felicity was absolutely sure she was dreaming. She had only been there once before, and that was for her birthday two years ago. She knew that it was completely out of her price range – unless she saved up a few pay cheques – and couldn't help but fidget as they walked into the pretty little place.

They were seated the moment they walked in, a private booth with candles already lit. She tried not to ogle much, but couldn't seem to help it. Oliver gestured for her to take a seat first, and she slid into the plush curved sofa seat.

The waiter zeroed in the moment they were settled, and Felicity smiled when Oliver gestured to her.

"She loves red wine. The bottle of the best you have."

"I made good use of the bottle you gave me," Felicity commented after the waiter had left, "I finished it while watching Downtown Abbey and making a list of why you were probably the vigilante."

"A list – that does not surprise me at all," Oliver chuckled as she shrugged.

"Yes, lists are amazing. Seriously, they are underrated. They are super useful – but anyway, I made a list. Everything added up. It was either you was the vigilante, or the vigilante's sidekick. Though you wouldn't make a good sidekick – with all the testosterone and muscle you have going on, you just wouldn't be able to follow orders. No offence," she added as an after-thought.

"None taken. Have you always been so honest?"

"Uh-huh. I was born without a brain to mouth filter. My mother's pretty much the same – she's probably worse than me, or maybe I just think that because she embarrasses me most of the time. My dad and brother think it's really funny though, and I think my brother feels very lucky he didn't get the gene," she waved it off, smiling. The wine arrived, and Oliver poured her a glass.

"So it's just you and your brother?"

Their conversation carried on for a few more hours, and Felicity realized that it had been a very long time since she had actually gone out with anyone, enjoyed a wonderful meal and actually talked about simple things. She watched Oliver's face, animated and relaxed, and smiled to herself.

It was a magnificent sight, seeing the Oliver that no-one else saw.

"I like this Oliver," she whispered, unintentionally. His eyes sobered, locking with hers.

"Sorry?"

"I meant – it's nothing. I like seeing you just be… you? You're either Oliver Queen, the billionaire brat or the vigilante. You don't let your guard down much to just allow your actually personality to show. I'm sorry," she rushed out when he didn't say anything, "It's me being silly. Forget it."

Oliver reached for her hand, stopping her from looking away.

"It's not silly. Don't disregard your thoughts like that. You're right, in a lot of ways. I don't have the luxury of just being me. I discovered many sides of me on that island. I witnessed many things too. It changes a person, right down to the core. But… I can't exactly be that person if I want to get through that List. You're the only person who – besides Diggle – sees the different sides and accept it."

It seemed that the only person capable of rendering her speechless was Oliver too.

Smiling, she squeezed his hand, knowing that sometimes, words weren't the answer.

They shared dessert, laughing and teasing each other with stories.

When Oliver walked her to her door, she felt the nerves creep up again. She wondered if she should invite him in or thank him for the night – because if she was honest with herself, and she always was, she wanted him to come inside.

But she wasn't bold as she was honest.

She turned to face him, playing with her clutch.

"Thank you for a lovely evening. It's been a long time since I've enjoyed myself," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"It was my pleasure. Felicity," he began, his hand cupping her face. She looked up slightly, insecurities trying to push through, as if she was sixteen again and dreaming of dating that really annoying jock she thought was cute at the time.

But it was no dream, and Oliver was no jock. He leaned in, letting her anticipate his actions.

She was the one who sealed the kiss.

She let her hands roam up to his strong neck as she stood on her tip toes, kissing his lips in a slow urgency that left them both breathless. His hands held her close, his fingers tracing patterns on her bare back as their tongues mated. It was a sweet familiarity with Felicity, as if he was finally somewhere he could call home. Easing back, he let his forehead rest against hers as they tried to catch their breaths.

"You should go inside before I change my mind," he muttered, still tracing patterns on her back. She arched forward, reveling in his touch.

"You can come inside, if – if you want," she managed to get out, and he considered throwing caution away and following her in.

But he wasn't the Oliver he was five years ago. And Felicity wasn't anybody. She was so much more.

"Not yet. Soon," he said, before laying a soft kiss against the corner of her mouth and letting her go, "Go inside before I stop reminding myself why it's good to go slow."

She fumbled for her keys, and finally managed to pry the door open. Turning to face him again, she smiled, a different kind of confidence surrounding her.

"Good night, Oliver."

"Good night, Felicity."

And with that, she leaned forward, kissing his cheek, before closing the door.

For the first time since leaving the island, Oliver slept soundly.