After shifting in her seat for the tenth time in the past two minutes, Felicity Smoak let out a soft groan. She was trying her best to listen to the speech the senator was giving, but she couldn't seem to find anything interesting to keep her focused on the words coming from his mouth.

"What's wrong?" a quiet whisper met her ear. She flinched slightly before turning her head to look at Oliver Queen, her boss and friend, who had leaned closer to her.

"Nothing," she whispered in response. A few moments later, she shifted yet again. But, before she could even spare a glance at Oliver, he was tugging her to her feet and pulling her through the crowd of tables towards the exit.

"Where are we going?" she hissed in embarrassment. People were watching them with interest and speculation. Oliver refused to answer, and instead pulled her outside into the cool night air. He sent a quick text to Diggle letting him know that they were ready to go home.

"Better?" he asked her with a smile on his face. Felicity couldn't formulate a response at first because she blinded by the fact that he acted on her behalf.

"Yes," she replied after a few moments of staring at him. "Why did you do that?"

"You were miserable, and I couldn't stand to sit there and watch you fidget anymore. If you were bored, you should have said something and we could have left sooner," Oliver said as he removed his jacket and placed it across her bare shoulders.

"Oliver, we were there because your company is supporting the senator's charity. It was rude to just leave," Felicity remarked as he his scent wrapped around her like a warm cocoon.

"And they're still getting our support, but come on. You and I both know we were bored to tears in there. Besides, every time you moved, that dress of yours rode up a little higher on your leg. If we would have stayed in there any longer, it would have taken everything I had to keep from touching you," Oliver admitted as he stared down at her.

"What?" Felicity gawked at him. Before Oliver could respond, Diggle pulled up and Oliver ushered them into the car. Felicity couldn't help but stare at Oliver as Diggle drove them towards her apartment. Things between them had been increasingly tense lately, but Felicity chalked that up to the fact that it had been a while since Oliver had been with a woman. It slightly bothered her that she knew the inner workings of his personal life. But let's face it, when you spend practically every waking second with the man, you learn more than you probably should. There had been several times lately where she'd caught him staring at her, but she always managed to convince herself that he was thinking about Laurel.

A few minutes later, the car came to a stop. Oliver said something to Diggle, but Felicity was too involved in her thinking to actually pay attention. Habit had her reaching for the door handle, but Oliver's hand on her other arm stopped her.

"Don't get out of the car," he said sternly. "No matter what you hear or see."

"What?" Felicity asked in confusion, but instead of answering her, Oliver and Diggle both sprung from the vehicle. She watched through the front windshield as they were approached by what looked to be a group of five thugs. Felicity gasped when she saw Diggle struck on the head with a nasty looking rifle. He instantly crumpled to the ground. A sound of distress came from Felicity and she once again reached for the door handle. Oliver jerked slightly, as if he sensed her movement.

"Look what we have here," a voice called out. Felicity nearly fell out of the car when the door was jerked open beside her. Rough hands grabbed her hair and left arm before moving her towards the crowd. Diggle was lying on the ground and Oliver was standing with his hands behind his head while one of the thugs held a gun to his temple. His eyes followed Felicity's every movement. The fear in her eyes nearly made him come unglued.

"So, I'm assuming this pretty little thing is yours, Mr. Queen?" the thug holding the gun to his head asked with a laugh.

"Let her go," Oliver commanded quietly.

"Really, Queen? You're going to tell me what to do? I have the control here," the man growled before slamming his gun into Oliver's side. Oliver winced and Felicity cried out.

"Please don't hurt him," she pleaded.

"Felicity, close your eyes," Oliver demanded. She didn't hesitate to follow his order, and within seconds the man holding her captive was gone. She heard noises that reminded her of the sounds he and Diggle made when they were sparring. After a few moments, she felt a strong, solid presence in front of her and another one behind her.

"You can open your eyes now," came Oliver's whisper from behind her. When her eyes opened, she looked up to see Diggle in front of her with his gun aimed at one of the thugs. She could feel Oliver's back pressed up against hers and she knew he was doing the same thing as Diggle. The sound of sirens reached her ears just as she turned to press her front against Oliver's back. Her arms wrapped around his waist and she pressed her cheek to the space between his shoulder blades. In just a few minutes, police had arrested the thugs and each of the members of Team Arrow was giving their statements to detectives. Detective Lance had chosen to take Felicity's statement, and he led her to the backseat of the car she had been in just minutes ago. After giving her statement, Detective Lance laid a calming hand on her knee.

"Too bad your friend wasn't here to help you tonight," he said with a wink before walking away. Felicity smirked as her eyes immediately sought out Oliver. He was standing at the front of the car shaking hands with the detective who had been listening to him. His eyes found Felicity's and he made his way to her.

"You ready to go home?" he asked quietly.

"Please," she replied before sliding over in the seat so he could enter the car. Once he was seated, she pressed herself against him and Oliver's arm wrapped around her tightly.

"You're safe now," he whispered against her temple before placing a kiss there. Felicity turned her head so she could look into his eyes.

"I was always safe, Oliver. Whenever I'm with you, I'm safe," she replied before rising up slightly to press a kiss to his cheek. Just before her lips made contact with his skin, he shifted his head and met her lips with his own. At first it was just a simple touching of mouths, but when Oliver drew her lower lip into his mouth, the kiss morphed into so much more. Felicity moaned as their tongues met and danced the most sensual dance she'd ever experienced in her life. Oliver's free hand cradled her cheek while the one wrapped around her came up to caress the area across her ribs.

"It's about time," Diggle said as he started the car. Oliver and Felicity both laughed before he leaned down to kiss her again.