It had been a long night for Team Arrow. They had been tracking a series of weapons deals, trying to trace the source with little luck. By the time Oliver had gotten back to the Arrow den after turning in yet another middle man to the Starling City PD, Felicity was struggling to keep her eyes open. Since Diggle had already left for the night, Oliver offered to drive Felicity home, and in return, she invited him in for a cup of tea.

Normally she would have been eager to simply head right for bed, but she knew that Oliver was frustrated that despite stopping another weapons deal they were still no closer to finding out who was supplying the weapons. Oliver followed her into the kitchen as she filled the kettle with water and set it on the counter, flipping the switch at the base.

She hadn't bothered to turn the light on in the kitchen; the moonlight streaming through the window was enough to illuminate the small space. She leaned back against the counter and looked over at Oliver. In the moonlight his blue eyes shone in a way that she hadn't noticed before, and as her gaze drifted to his arms and his chest, she was struck by how the shadows playing across the room seemed to highlight just how defined his muscles were. Felicity knew that she was staring, but she was too tired to care, or to stop herself from doing it.

However, Oliver seemed to notice her staring and stepped towards her, brow furrowed.

"Felicity? Are you alright?" he asked.

Felicity shook her head quickly, trying to focus. "Of course. I was just wondering what kind of tea you wanted. I was thinking maybe chamomile."

"Chamomile sounds good," Oliver replied. "But you might want to plug the kettle in first."

He reached past her, and as he plugged in the kettle, his arm brushed across hers. She could feel the heat radiating off his body as he moved closer, her own body heating up as well.

Felicity's heart was pounding as he stepped back and she began to wonder what kind of tricks her sleep-deprived brain was playing on her. She usually had better control than this. Felicity felt flushed and prayed that the darkness of the room would prevent Oliver from noticing.

"I'm sorry that it didn't go well tonight," she said, struggling to find her voice.

"It may not have gone as expected, but that is still one less weapons dealer on the streets of Starling, and I am going to take that as a win," Oliver said.

As he talked, Felicity found herself staring at his lips and had to force herself to look at the floor before he noticed. She needed to regain some semblance of control over herself.

When the kettle began to whistle a moment later, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Oliver asked.

"Yeah, just tired."

"Well then, let me help you."

Oliver stepped closer to Felicity, reaching behind her to take down the box of tea bags. Felicity turned to unplug the kettle and take down two mugs. In her awkwardness, reaching up to the second shelf, she stumbled slightly, bumping into Oliver. She turned around mumbled an apology. He put a hand around her waist, steadying her and she found herself touching his chest with the palm of her hand. As their eyes met, they both dropped their hands and stepped back.

"Let me get the cups," Oliver said as Felicity stepped aside.

He took down two cups and began to pour the tea, spilling water on the counter. Felicity grabbed a cloth and began to wipe up the water as he muttered an apology. He reached over to take the cloth and his forearm brushed up against Felicity's breast. Goosebumps began to form across her skin. Felicity heard Oliver's breath catch as he gently grabbed her arm and turned her to face him, his eyes darkened and boring into hers. He ran his other hand down the side of her face, stroking her cheek and she leaned into his touch.

Felicity's heart was pounding and she started to feel out of breath. She reached a hand out to his waist to steady herself, leaning in closer. Then before either of them was even aware of who had moved first, their lips met. The kiss was hungry, demanding and Felicity parted her lips, arms reaching around Oliver's waist to pull him closer. He held Felicity's face in his hands, gently stroking her cheek, then her hair.

He kissed down her jawline to her neck and Felicity moaned as Oliver let out a low growl, biting her neck gently. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back for a moment until his mouth sought hers again. His left hand gently cupped Felicity's breast and she felt overwhelmed by the sensation, unable to remember the last time she'd felt this way. Her knees grew weak and she thought she might fall, but Oliver's arms moved to her waist and he lifted her up onto the counter with ease. Felicity wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer and kissing him deeply.

All she could think about as the blood thundered in her ears, was how much she wanted him, how good his lips and hands felt on her body. Felicity was practically trembling from the overwhelming sensation of his body against hers. She slipped her hands under his shirt, running them across the taught muscles of his back, as he began to work the top button of her blouse.

Felicity leaned back and held out her hand to steady herself, knocking over one of the cups of tea in the process. The spill seemed to break the spell; Oliver dropped his hands, stepping back and Felicity slid off the counter.

"That was-" Oliver began.

"Unexpected," Felicity supplied.

"That it was," Oliver replied. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me there."

"It's been a long night," Felicity said, reaching for a cloth to wipe up the tea.

"It's been a long year," Oliver replied. "And it's been a long time that I've wanted to kiss you."

Felicity looked up at Oliver. "What?"

"I have wanted to kiss you for a long time," he repeated.

Felicity opened her mouth to respond, but found herself yawning instead.

Oliver chuckled. "I think maybe we should save this conversation for another time."

Felicity managed a nod.

"How about Saturday night?"

Felicity gaped at Oliver for a moment- had he really just asked her on a date.

"Felicity?"

"Yeah, sorry. Saturday night would be great."

"Good." Oliver smiled.

"Good," Felicity repeated, nodding.

"I think I should probably go now," he said. "Let you get some rest."

"Okay."

Oliver stepped forward and gently kissed her again.

"I'll see you tomorrow Felicity."

"See you tomorrow Oliver."

Oliver turned and left, leaving Felicity to wonder if she was awake or dreaming.