AN: So I know this has been LONG awaited. I am the worst. lol So sorry! I was kinda in a lull and I started a new job that leaves me with no free time really, so I slacked hardcore. However, with all the new Olicity goodness floating around, inspiration has hit! This is a short update but the more will be posted super soon! Hope this makes you smile!

"Morning Miss Smoak."

"Good morning Jay!" Felicity waved at the security guard as she sauntered into QC with an extra hop in her step.

"Looks like you are having a very good morning Ma'am." He replied, clearly trying to hide his smile.

"Just had a excellent breakfast is all. Most important meal of the day." She threw over her shoulder. She turned in the elevator and winked at him as the doors closed.

Arriving at the top floor humming to herself, Felicity made her way to her desk right outside the glass walls of Oliver's office. Starting up her computers she heard the elevators ding. Her heart nearly leapt out of her throat at the prospect of seeing him again.

'Get a grip Smaok.'

She let the breath she was holding out when she saw only Dig walking towards her from the elevator.

"Good morning sunshine. Where's your other half?" She asked him with a smile.

"I have no idea." He answered shrugging his shoulders.

"Wha… did you not pick him up? And as his diver, didn't you, you know, drive him here?" she questioned as her hands mimed using a steering wheel.

"Yeah, I got him here. When we got to the lobby he told me he needed a second and I gave him one. My job is to get him from point A to point B, I stopped chasing that kid a long time ago."

She smiled, remembering all the stories Dig had shared about when Oliver gave him the slip. "Fair enough." She allowed.

John took the seat in front of her desk and watched her as she busied herself reviewing the days schedule and appointments. After a few seconds of comfortable silence he deduced aloud,

"You got laid."

"John!" She scolded him, mouth gapping wide open at his brashness.

"You're smiling ear to ear!" he pointed out laughing.

"We didn't even kiss!" she countered, feeling the need to defend herself. Though she knew she was innocent of any R rated acts, she was furiously blushing.

"Well, tell that to your face."

"Nothing happened, I swear." she said as she put her hand up in Scott's honor.

"But…." He prompted.

She sighed, he was her best friend, at this point he could read her like an open book. There was no lying to him. "We have a date tonight."

"Oh boy." He groaned.

"What?!"

"You're an intelligent girl Felicity, this has the distinct possibility of ending in awkward and uncomfortable mess."

"Would you relax. It's just a date. If you didn't want anything to happen, " she said pointing at him, "you should have stayed."

"Yeah, so I can add professional babysitter right next to black driver on my resume."

She snorted and responded, "Speaking of, don't you have crossword puzzles to or something? This EA has meetings to schedule and billionaires to wrangle."

The corner of his lips turned upward, as he rose from his seat to leave. Turning around towards the elevators he called out behind him, "I'll see you for lunch, Smoak."

"Favorite part of my day!" she yelled back.

After about ten minutes Felicity once again heard the familiar ding of the elevator. Looking up, she immediately took in Oliver's extraordinarily handsome form walking towards her in his dark grey suit.

"Good morning Miss Smoak." He greeted her warmly.

"Good morning Mr. Queen." She replied standing up from her chair. "Excellent choice of suit today." She said smirking.

He shot her a smile that could cure cancer and asked, "So what's today look like?"

Felicity spent the day with her head down and her nose glued to her tablet. She was acutely aware of how gorgeous his tailored suit made him look, how intense his blue eyes were when he was focused on something and how good he smelled when he brushed passed her. All her brain could think about was how much she wanted him to ravage her on top of all those boring files. Because of all these perverse thoughts, she focus all her energies and efforts into the aforementioned boring files allowing for eye contact only when absolutely necessary.

At five pm when the last meeting was adjourned and the last 1 percenter's hand shook, Oilver made is way to Felicity's desk.

"Hey." He started standing on the other side on her desk.

"Hey." She responded with shy smile as she stood up and out from behind her desk. T-minus 2 hours until the big date, 'hey' was all the English she could think of. So sue her.

He took a few steps towards her leaving only a few inches between them. Personal space was evidently not in Oliver Queen's vocabulary, but Felicity was not complaining.

"So I made the plans for tonight per your gracious allowance and as much as I love seeing you in that dress, dress casual tonight, preferably pants."

"So tonight there will be no usage of zippers?" She hoped she didn't look as crest fallen as she felt.

She felt his hands grab her hips and pull her closer. "I never said that." He said huskily, his breath tickling her ear. His left hand slid down to cup her ass. "We're riding my motorcycle tonight and I don't want all of Starling City to see what's mine." He punctuated the sentence with a hardy squeeze. Felicity bit her lip, almost drawing blood in order to keep her composure and not jump him right then and there. "I'll see you at seven." He gave her butt a quick tap and turned on his heel. Watching his perfect ass in that perfect suit walk away, she thought, 'Yup, officially dead.'