"I'm not taking no for an answer. So, strip," Felicity ordered.
She reached for Oliver's leather jacket, but he stepped back out of her reach. Oliver felt his face redden, and he attempted to reign in the flood of images that raced through mind. This was not the time to fantasize.
"Maybe it would be better if-" he began, but Felicity cut him off.
"Oliver, you can't get shy every time I have to stitch you up! It's either me or the hospital, and I doubt you want to explain where you got that cut."
"I am not shy," he grumbled.
This time when Felicity reached for his jacket, he didn't move. Her eyes were concentrated on his injury, and was taking care not to have his jacket brush over the cut.
"I know. I watched you work out nearly naked for 2 years," Felicity grumbled as she removed his jacket and reached for the disinfectant.
Oliver couldn't stop a smirk from spreading across his face. "I was wearing plenty of clothes," he argued.
"Says the man who doesn't even wear a t-shirt under his leather jacket." Felicity rolled her eyes, and patted the cut tenderly. "I'm surprised you don't chafe. Those pants are really tight too," she cut herself off.
She closed her eyes, and exhaled. "Let's pretend I didn't just talk about how tight your pants are. Totally inappropriate. I mean, it's not because we are- but given the current situation…"
Oliver reached up and grabbed Felicity's wrist, causing her rambling to trail off. "Felicity, focus," he said slowly, smiling at her.
"Right." She shook her head, smiling. Oliver let go of her wrist, and she returned to mending the injury in silence.
"And I do wear underwear under these," Oliver said, grinning at the blush that spread across Felicity's cheeks.