lisasstar: Oliver asking Felicity: Did you sleep with him? Felicity slaps him. Hard. She attempts to slap him again. He grabs her hand. Did you? He asks her again almost in a whisper. Felicity shakes her head no. She asks him why it matters. He tells her: Because it would kill me. I love you. Do you understand? She says yes. He kisses her.

This wasn't supposed to be a prompt, but I saw the Tumblr post and couldn't help myself. Enjoy. :)


Oliver heard the heels of Felicity's pumps on foundry's concrete floor before he saw them. He jumped down from the salmon ladder and sighed, knowing that his heart pumping wildly in his chest had nothing to do with the workout he'd just endured.

He checked his watch, aware that she'd been on a date, to find that it was just before midnight. He wondered why she was back so soon, or there at all, because if Felicity's mood earlier that day was any indication, this wasn't just a date. It was a fifth date, with Ray Palmer, the new CEO of Queen Consolidated. Oliver hadn't seen her that excited since he'd sold his BMW to outfit the new Arrow cave with state-of-the-art computer equipment.

His heart clenched a little at the thought of another man making her smile so brightly.

She passed, acknowledging him with a small smile, and sat down at her computers to check the facial recognition scan that she'd started running before leaving for her date. Oliver's eyes roamed over her — All long legs and purple dress and blond hair, which was down and falling around her shoulders in loose waves. He ached to touch her; to sweep the hair from her shoulder and press light kisses along the column of her neck, down to her collarbone.

Oliver shook himself from his reverie and wondered again why she was sitting here tonight. The need to know what happened between her and Ray overtook him so quickly that he couldn't stop himself from asking. "Did you sleep with him?" Not knowing was killing him. He suspected the answer might kill him anyway.

Felicity's chair spun around and she stood, lifting her eyes to meet his, and then she reeled back, slapping him hard across the face. "How. Dare. You?" She bit out, her hand moving on its own volition, ready to slap him again. But before she could land a second blow, Oliver reached up and caught her wrist, pulling her flush against him.

"Did you?" he asked again, his voice barely a whisper against her face. He knew it was none of his business, but he really didn't care.

Felicity swallowed thickly and was acutely aware that she was pressed up against Oliver's bare, solid chest. Their proximity to one another made her head swim. She shook her head, no. "Why does it even matter to you, Oliver?"

He felt wetness pool at the corners of his eyes as it dawned on him that she really didn't understand what she meant to him. All this time he'd been waiting for the right moment, until he was ready to be the man she deserved. But he realized in that moment that he was out of time. It was now or never, and Oliver chose now.

"It matters, Felicity," he said softly. "It matters because it would kill me. It matters because I love you."

Oliver's eyes searched Felicity's imploring her to believe him. "I love you, Felicity. Do you understand?"

She was immediately glad that she was already so close to him, because without warning Felicity felt her knees buckle from under her. Her right hand was still held in Oliver's grasp, trapped between their bodies, and she gripped her left hand onto his bicep to steady herself. She wanted to look away, but it was impossible. He meant it. She knew it the first time he'd said it, but she didn't believe that he'd ever let himself believe it, let alone admit it to her.

"Yes." Her whispered response met his ears at the same time his mouth crashed into hers. Oliver let go of Felicity's wrist and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her off the ground. She took her cue and wrapped her legs around his hips, one of her shoes clattering to the ground as he pushed them up against her desk.

"Oliver," she breathed, pulling back slightly. Felicity looked up into his eyes and blinked a few times, and then, as if a fog had lifted, she wiggled her way off the desk and ducked under his arm to where her shoe had fallen. "I have to go," she said, hopping toward the stairs as she fought to get her foot back into the stiletto.

Oliver spun around, completely baffled by Felicity's response. He was about to follow her up the stairs and beg her not to go, until she stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned back to face him. She touched the tips of her fingers to her lips, which were still on fire from their kiss, and crossed back over to him in a few deliberate strides.

"Don't.. Don't move. I have to tell Ray that I can't see him anymore. I promise I'll be right back," she said, grabbing his face in her hands and kissing him again. She pulled back and rested her forehead against his. "Don't move."

And he didn't. He'd made her wait long enough for him. Oliver Queen was a patient man, and for Felicity, he'd wait forever.