A/N: Spoilers ahead! Unknown season 2 episode: Drabble from the quick vine that was posted with Felicity wiping blood off of Oliver's face.

Felicity look anxiously between the door and her watch. She'd taken her comm link out twenty minutes earlier when Oliver had said he was done with the mission. Now she was waiting for him to come do his other job as CEO of Queen Consolidated at the annual charity gala held at the Starling City Country Club.

She'd been making excuses and fielding investors, and board members for almost an hour. Her long navy dress was tight to the knees and made walking quickly a bitch, but she'd spotted Isabel Rochev heading her way and she needed to check in with Digg again to find out what was going on.

Ducking down a hallway she pulled the earpiece back out and slipped it on. "Oliver! Where the hell are you?" she hissed.

"Almost there, Felicity." It was Digg that answered, "He changed in the car so he'll be able to come right in."

"Well get him here quick, people are starting to notice, and possibly think he has some sort of prostate problem since I probably told Theodore Martin Oliver had gone to the bathroom more than once." a waiter passed her with a strange look but she just gave him a tight smile and walked to the other side of the hall.

"Pulling up now." Digg said,

"Out back! He can't come through the front!" she admonished and Digg sighed heavily,

"Felicity, I know what I'm doing."

She turned and saw Oliver striding down the hall behind her buttoning his tuxedo jacket as he did. Felicity hurried as fast as she could and intercepted him halfway. She adjusted his bowtie which lay a little crooked and checked his cuff links as she gave him a quick rundown of what she'd told people he'd been doing and who he needed to talk to first.

They came around the corner and were immediately stopped by Isabel Rochev.

"Mr. Queen, how nice of you to join us this evening." she said scathingly

Oliver just gave her a charming smile, "I'm sorry, I was called away unexpectedly."

Felicity stood to the side, eyes roaming the rest of the attendees to see if anyone else was heading their way. When Isabel gasped lightly, Felicity's eyes flew up to see the woman staring at Oliver. "Is that blood on your face?"

Felicity went cold and followed Isabel's eyes to Oliver's face. Immediately she saw there was blood splattered along his jawline.

Oliver to his credit didn't blink. He gave her a lift of one eyebrow and brought his hand up to the other side of his face.

One glance at Isabel let Felicity know she wasn't buying it. Oliver was the worst liar.

Without thought Felicity acted. Her hands flew to Oliver's face, cupping his jaw so he couldn't get away from her. Her thumb rubbed across his stubble, but the blood was dried and stubborn and didn't wipe away immediately.

"Who taught you how to shave, mister?" she blurted out with a laugh, not daring to look anywhere but at him. A lump formed in her throat when she realized what she was doing but she knew she had to commit. Amazingly Oliver went with it. He didn't pull back and he didn't get angry at her.

She ran her thumb under his jaw a bit and...dear god she thought he'd closed his eyes for a split second and leaned into her hand. Swallowing heavily she got the last bit to come off and let her hands fall away.

"Sorry," she mouthed. He gave her a look that didn't amount to anything more than a slight narrowing of his eyes and then turned his attention back to Isabel, ignoring the look the woman was giving her and Oliver. God only knew what she thought about them now.

The rest of the night went off without a hitch. As they walked out at the end of the night and climbed into the back seat of the car where Digg was waiting she sat back with a long sigh.

"We're stocking all the cars with wet wipes from now on." she said without looking at Oliver.

She could almost hear his grin as he settled in next to her, "I don't know. Your method wasn't so bad."