Felicity rolled over and practically smashed her alarm to pieces. She had just had the strangest dream. She dreamed that her two partners in crime fighting had come to her apartment drunk. But it didn't stop there, oh no, she had watched Harry Potter with her boss and not so secret love interest and basically scolded him into taking her on a date. Good Lord, these dreams staring Oliver were really getting vivid. She began to rub her eyes, until it finally dawned on her, "Holy Crap! Oliver Queen is sleeping on my couch." She winced, hoping she didn't say that as loud as she heard it. Evidently, this early in the morning her mental filter was completely shot.

Felicity threw off her blanket and tip toed to her bedroom door. She stopped to silently pray that he was still sleeping, not having anything prepared to say if he was already up. The fates temporarily were smiling down on her because when she peaked passed her door she could see that fuzzy purple blanket rhythmically moving up and down. She couldn't help but smiled at him and closed her door. Turning towards her bed, she looked at her clock and realized she needed to get ready for work. She would have to figure out what to say to Oliver in the shower. She thought about waking him up, but he was the boss. The man could stroll in whenever he pleased. Besides, he was notorious for being late. Oh, the perks of being Mr. Queen. She walked into the bathroom that was connected to her room and jumped in the shower.

'What does one say the morning after? It's not like we even did anything! This should not be this awkward.' Groaning, she racked her brain trying to decide if she was going to pretend to ignore that last night happened or talk about their growing relationship like actual adults. She stepped out of the shower thoroughly perplexed and wrapped herself in her favorite towel. She made her way back to her bedroom and suddenly was overwhelmed with the smell of coffee. 'Did I set the coffee maker yesterday?' she wondered, slightly impressed with herself. She sniffed the fantastic scent in again, this time smelling something else.

"Is that… bacon?"

Disbelief washed over her as she started towards the kitchen. Opening her bedroom door, she saw Oliver's large frame, his back to her, mulling around in her small kitchen.

'I must be still sleeping. Oliver Queen is in my kitchen cooking breakfast.'

Since starting her career with Team Arrow she admittedly had seen some crazy things, but this? This took the cake. She tip toed her way towards him not wanting to interrupt the sight before her, after all he was making bacon… Arms crossed, standing at the edge of the kitchen she finally blurted, "Do my eyes deceive me or is Oliver Queen CEO making his EA coffee and bacon?"

Oliver whipped around to smile brightly at her. "I figured it's the least I could do after my drunken shenanigans and waking you up last night. Hungry?"

"Starved. I'm honestly impressed that you are up right now. Up and being productive, that is. I was sure that your hangover would be excruciating."

"Well if you believe the rumors, I did my fair share of partying once upon a time. I am not unfamiliar with the hangover. We're actually old friends. Though, I did practically crawl to the Advil upon waking up, but that's beside the point. Go and sit down, I'll make you a plate."

Felicity stood frozen still completely shocked at his behavior. This was a man who could snap a neck in one swift motion, notch and release a dozen arrows in 10 seconds flat, not to mention do that salmon ladder for hours on end, but seeing him doing something so… so domestic had her immobile in awe. And to top it all of the man was actually genuinely smiling!

Clearly, he had searched her cabinets before hand because now he navigated her small kitchen with ease. He poured her coffee, already knowing how she took it and filled her plate with scrambled eggs and bacon. He turned back around to see her still standing almost completely still, mouth hanging slightly open.

"It's not like I was cooking crystal meth. Its just breakfast Felicity."

She snorted and finally came out of her shock. "I'm sorry. You just looked so, different. Good different! Domestic housewife looks good on you Queen."

He chuckled and set her plate and coffee on the counter next to where she stood. Still smiling he leaned down to her ear and whispered, "You look really great in that color."

Felicity looked down and realized that she was still clad in only her mint green towel.

"Personally, I usually opt for a darker hue." He continued to tease her, as he took in her barely covered form, his eyes lingering appreciatively on her smooth creamy legs.

"Oliver, you ass! Why didn't you say something!"

"Hey, I'm only human. And excuse me if I figured you would be aware of what you were wearing." She noticed that his eyes didn't leave her legs.

'Oliver was a leg man…. interesting.' That made his decision to sleep with Isabel, the dragon lady, a little easier to understand. Her thoughts so off topic she began to stutter an excuse, "Well, I, I got sidetracked! I smelled coffee! And bacon!"

Oliver smirked, "So coffee and bacon are the key to Felicity Smoak's heart? I'll file that away for later." He finished, tapping his right temple.

"You think you are so cute…." She grumbled, snatching a piece of bacon and turning on her heels to head back into her room.

"Most people call me charming." he called out.

"Yeah, I'll give you charming right up your…" she muttered.

"Did you say something?"

"Nope!"

Felicity leaned against her closed door smiling widely. First, he made that comment last night about her dress for their date and now the man was cooking her bacon. How in the world was she supposed to work separated only by a glass wall with the prospect of their date tonight and all the ways it could end. She took a deep breath.

'You are not an adolescent high schooler. Get control of your hormones Felicity Smoak.' She mental reprimanded herself.

She pushed herself off the door and gnawed on her piece of bacon as she got dressed for work. She couldn't remember the last time she was this excited for anything. Shimming into her skirt there was a knock at her door. "Felicity?"
"Coming!" She rushed over and flung open the door.
"Hi" he said simply, smiling down at her.
"Hi" she responded breathlessly. They stared at each other for a few seconds, drinking each other in, savoring this new openness in their relationship. No more hiding, no more running, no more trying to decipher his words and body language. It was like a fog was lifted from the room and they finally saw each other clearly. It was absolutely wonderful.
Oliver was the one to break the spell, "Dig is downstairs to pick me up. Enjoy your breakfast while it's still warm, I'll see you at the office." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek just shy of her lips as if they did this every morning.
"I'll see you there." Her cheek felt like it was on fire as he turned and walked out her front door. She practically floated over to her counter where her eggs and coffee still stood. Taking a sip of her coffee where he had gotten it perfect, she thought 'I could definitely get used to this'