And here is the Olicity version of this theme. Starts out sounding the same, but then branches off a bit to get to the Olicity moments. Again, only relation to the first chapter is the theme. See what you think!

Felicity sighed as she sipped her drink, hoping the cool liquid would curb the heat pressing against her skin. It had to be close to 90 degrees inside the seedy nightclub in one of the worst area of Metropolis. But of course it was packed to the gills, people pressed against each other like sardines. She'd lost track of Chloe about a half hour ago, although she was pretty sure her friend could take care of herself. Plus, that was half the reason they'd gone out tonight, to try and forget about the men making their lives hell. And while she gave Club Zero an "A" for its drinks, the insane number of people inside had to be illegal.

She'd managed to stake out a seat at the bar somehow, but had spent the better part of the last half hour fending off drunken advances. It didn't help that her own body was so wired that every move made her tense. Add to that the fact she'd had several more drinks than usual, to beat the heat, she told herself, and she was feeling nicely buzzed.

Unfortunately, this also meant her mind had focused back on Oliver. Which was the exact opposite thing she'd wanted to happen when she'd headed for Metropolis for the weekend. She wanted to forget how hard it was getting to see Oliver every day and night and not give into her growing feelings. To not give into the urge that made her want to run her hands across his incredibly sculpted chest and back, planting kisses along each scar she came across, hearing him moan with desire at the feel of her lips on his skin.

It wasn't helped by the fact that he was in her space more, taunting her more, as if he knew she was struggling not to react. What was even more frustrating was that this all came more than three months after he'd given her the whole "I can't be with anyone I could care about" speech. She knew he wasn't ready for a serious relationship of any kind, but with the way he was acting around her, especially after Barry and the whole 'you're my partner' conversation, she was getting a bit hot and bothered. Because really, she couldn't be reading him wrong, right? And if so, what had changed his mind?

Her body temperature rose as forbidden images began to sweep over her. She groaned, taking a long sip of her drink again, realizing she was not succeeding at cooling down. Trying to focus her attention on something else, she began to look at the crowd around her.

Unfortunately, there were so many bodies packed so tightly together that she couldn't see much of anything. Which was probably a good thing at the moment since Chloe had told her that this was one of those 'anything goes' clubs. Evidenced by the couples of all ages and genders obviously uncaring of their audience as they engaged in various carnal acts on the dance floor, or in the dark recesses along the back wall.

Normally, that would have made her slightly uncomfortable, hell, if she were honest it would have sent her running for the hills. But tonight, for some reason, it only increased the longing she felt to actually be touched by someone. To feel a hard, strong body pressing her against the wall, to make her moan with want and desire before screaming out her release.

And not just any hard strong body.

Oliver.

She sighed as she let her imagination again turn to her erstwhile boss. Over the past few months, the sexual tension between them had risen to a fever pitch, added touching and teasing notwithstanding. Both were aware of it, but neither was, it seemed willing to actually act on it. She would take blame here as well. She was terrified of what giving into this desire might do to their partnership, their friendship. She was pretty sure it scared the hell of out Oliver as well.

But it was getting increasingly more frustrating to deny what was obviously ready to explode between them, be it as partners, people who cared about each other, or whatever they were. All they could do was exchange longing looks when the other thought they weren't looking, tease each other constantly with small touches or brushes of the hand across skin or against a neck, a light shoulder massage when one or the other was extremely tense. Her body would heat, imagining what would happen if she crossed the distance between them and pulled him into her arms, kissing him with all the passion that had been building inside her for the past year and a half. Imagined what his hands would feel like on her body, stroking places that had been cold and untouched for so long.

Imagined what it would feel like to lose control in the strong arms of Oliver Queen, aka The Arrow.

Closing her eyes, she held the cool glass against her neck, feeling several drops of condensation sizzle against her heated skin, before slipping down her neck into the top of her low cut blouse, sighing as the icy liquid trickled down her chest, easing the heat a bit.

Her body suddenly tensed as she felt a heated gaze lock onto her from across the room. Her body temperature shot past the boiling point as that intense gaze remained focused on her. For some reason, she kept her eyes firmly shut, reveling in the pure feeling of being watched.

Hot.

Heated.

Intense.

Burning.

Finally dragging her lids open, she was not surprised to find herself ensnared in a pair of familiar deep blue eyes that seemed to sear themselves into her soul. Something inside her had known it would be him, no matter if she hadn't told him where she was going this weekend. No one else had the power to electrify her body with just a look.

Her breath caught as she dragged her eyes from his and ran them down his body. All hard muscle and sinew, his long lean body radiating a strength and power she couldn't help but feel drawn to. His short hair looked much darker in the smoky light of the club, making it seem a dirty blonde in some light, almost black in others. He wore a tight pair of jeans and a dark sweater that outlined every muscle in his arms and chest to perfection. She swallowed hard, feeling her body temperature rise again as he moved towards her.

Make that prowled towards her. Like a hunter in sight of its prey. He stalked her. She was only surprised he wasn't carrying his bow.

She decided she had no desire to move as he drew closer, instead keeping her eyes locked on his as he approached. Her mind was awash with questions, wondering what in the world he was doing here, how he'd known she'd be here tonight. But all the questions were lost as she found herself fighting back a moan as she felt his heated gaze slide down her body, lingering on her chest, then hips and thighs. Somehow managing to remain upright, she found herself holding her breath and her questions as he finally reached her side. The intense desire, obvious in his eyes, stunned her.

"Dance with me."

It wasn't a question as his deep voice washed over her like honey, seeming to ensnare her with the resonance behind each syllable as he held out his hand. Looking deep into his eyes, she knew this was extremely stupid, dangerous and foolish. She had no clue what this would do to them. To their lives. To her own fragile emotions. But damn it, if she didn't want him more than her next breath.

Letting out a shuddering sigh, she reached for his hand, letting him pull her off the bar stool and into the crowd. Saying nothing, he led her through the throngs of people on the dance floor, his grip on her hand never loosening.

When he finally found a spot near the center of the floor, he pulled her to him, her back to his front, and banded his arms around her waist. She gasped at the feel of him, his desire for her evident as it pressed against her lower back. She struggled to breathe as she felt him move with her, instinctively relaxing into him, moving her body against his, delighting at his low groan as she rubbed against him.

His lips were planting kisses against the nape of her neck as his hands slid up her waist and brushed the sides of her breasts. She whimpered, laying her head back against his shoulder as she turned her head to nuzzle into his neck, his stubble scraping sensually over her tender lips. Her body liquefied as she heard his moan, his hands gripping her waist tightly.

A second later, he whirled her around his arms, the move leaving her breathless. Anything she might have said was lost in the look she saw in his eyes.

Desire. Hot and strong and needy. For her. Only her.

"Come with me."

She didn't think to question him, simply gave him her hand and let him pull her across the dance floor, her legs trembling as desire washed over her.

She wondered what in the world she was doing, risking everything for this one man. But she followed him without question as they made their way towards the back of the club. Her heart rate accelerated as he pulled her into a dark corner, hidden by fake trees, blocked from everyone's sight.

She gasped as he suddenly pulled her to him, moving until her back was against the wall. Before she could gather her senses, those sensual lips she'd spent far too many nights dreaming about, were crushing hers, and her entire world exploded into fireworks around her.

Without thinking, she kissed him back, her tongue tangling with his as his hands slid across her neck and into the top of her blouse. She moaned against his lips as his hands began to stroke and knead her sensitive skin, all while continuing to learn every corner and crevice of her mouth. He pressed her back against the wall, his hips grinding against hers, the evidence of his desire rubbing against her thighs.

She whimpered as she felt his hand move from her waist up under her shirt to stroke over her breast. Even through the thin lace she wore, she felt her nipple bead and tighten as he pinched it. Her nails dug into his back as she arched against his touch, fire licking through her veins.

She could feel herself liquefy, wanting nothing more than to feel all of him. Consequences be damned. He'd sought her out, he'd made the first move. She'd be damned if she didn't respond. As she reached down to struggle with his zipper, she cried out as he pulled back slightly, those incredible eyes boring into hers.

"Do you want this?" The sensually whispered words nearly sent her over the edge, the desire in his eyes so intense she could hardly breathe. Desire for her. She didn't know why he was here, why he'd chosen tonight, why this seedy little bar.

But she did know she was tired of fighting her feelings. Tired of trying to resist what she felt for him every day. He might not feel the same tomorrow, this could be a crazy moment of passion, but if it was, she was going to embrace it.

No questions. No worries. No thinking. Just tonight.

"I want this. I want you," she whispered, hearing him growl as his lips slanted over hers again and his hands slid to her thighs and under the hem of her entirely too short skirt. She cried out as he suddenly pulled out of the kiss and latched his mouth onto her collarbone, nipping and biting the sensitive flesh as if he couldn't get enough. All the while his hands slid higher up her thighs, taking her skirt up with him. There was no foreplay, no time for discovery, nothing but heated feelings and emotions.

Time for that would come later. Tonight, there was only the desire and the need, both kept inside, kept waiting, for far too long.

She cried out as she felt him slip his hand between her thighs and stroke his fingers over the now soaking wet lace that covered her center. Arching against him, she lifted her leg to wrap it around his waist, pushing herself into his touch, needing more. He obliged and with a deft move, slid the lace halfway down her legs before giving a sharp tug and dropping it to the ground. Before she could think, his hand was back between her legs and he thrust one, then two fingers into her moist warmth, his thumb raking back and forth over her clit.

She was so close to the edge she could taste her release. But she didn't want to go over alone. Besides, she needed to feel him just as much as she needed air at the moment. Freeing one of her hands from its death grip in his hair, she slid it down his body and under the hem of his sweater, raking her nails over his abs as she moved straight for his zipper.

His growl as she struggled with it, finally stopping a moment to simply cup him through the material, loving the way he surged against her, turned her on even more. Finally managing to get the zipper undone, she reached in and grasped him, earning a strangled gasp as she started a quick, hard motion with her hand, the same pace his fingers were moving between her thighs.

She cried out as she felt him pull back, his eyes wild as they gazed into hers.

"I need you. Now."

The words nearly sent her crashing over the edge. With a small nod and a tiny whimper, she gave him the permission he'd asked. She felt him lift her, both her legs coming up to wrap tightly around his waist as he positioned himself against her.

For a moment, their gazes locked. This was it. No turning back. Things were never going to be the same.

Then, with a harsh growl, he thrust home.

She cried out as he filled her, hard and strong and absolutely wonderful. It had been too long since she'd had a man inside her and Oliver was more than she'd dreamed. Much more.

She cried out again as he began to move.

His strokes were quick and hard, each one driving deeper and deeper. She paid no attention as each thrust shoved her hard against the wall, the pain lost in the pleasure of his hard, quick moves and the feel of him pounding into her. The pressure built and built, like a rising tide about to break.

"Oliver, please!" was all she could manage as she felt herself ready to crest, knowing she needed release desperately.

"Felicity. Mine." The possessive words, accompanied by his hard thrust sent her over the edge. He muffled her cry by taking her lips again. She felt herself flying, lost to everything but the pleasure around her, filling her, absorbing her. Pleasure she knew only this man could give to her.

He continued to thrust against her, once, twice, three times before he shuddered and fell apart in her arms, her name dragged from his throat as he tore his lips from hers and buried his head against her neck, arms holding her so tightly to him she could barely breathe.

She held him close as they both slowly came back to awareness, and he gently lowered her to the ground. They quickly straightened their clothes before Oliver pulled her back into his arms. For a moment, they stared into each others eyes, the lust and desire gone, replaced by something else entirely. She nearly cried at the love she could see reflected in his. She'd seen it growing over the past few months, shining in his eyes, reflected in hers, unacknowledged because of who they were and what they did.

But none of those times compared to what she was seeing now. No words were spoken. Nothing verbally acknowledged. But as she let the answering love she felt for him shine back at him for one brief moment in her eyes, she knew no words were needed.

She sighed as he leaned in and kissed her sweetly, pouring all his love into the kiss. She felt her heart sing as she returned his kiss, deep and strong and hoping it conveyed all she couldn't say. She stared into his eyes when he pulled back. For a long moment, their gazes simply locked on each other, eyes expressing what words couldn't. Neither knew what happened next, or where this went, or what it meant to their lives, to Team Arrow, to their partnership.

Then, in a surprising, yet perfectly fitting gesture, he raised her right hand to his lips, planting a heated kiss on her palm, his eyes never leaving hers. In his gaze, everything was said and she knew that no matter what, they'd go forward together.

"Let's get out of here." His words were deep and gruff and a wave of fresh desire suddenly hit her again. She could only nod as he grabbed her hand and once more began to pull her through the crowd and towards the door. She couldn't help the grin that crossed her face as she caught Chloe's gaze from where her friend was sitting at the bar. Giving her friend a wave, getting a thumbs up in return, she turned her attention back to Oliver. She was suddenly extremely excited for what the night would bring.

So, there's the Olicity version. More romantic yes, but hey, something to appease the Slade and the Olicity in me! Hope you enjoyed!