A/N: The thought of Oliver Queen wearing a rented tux just didn't sit right with me. Hope you enjoy! And please let me know what you think!

Oliver hurried into the loft, taking the steps two at a time. He only had half an hour to get ready before they had to leave for the benefit.

"You're cutting it close!" Felicity called from the bathroom as he entered, already toeing off his shoes as she made her way out, hair piled on top of her head, make up mostly finished wearing nothing but a silver robe that seemed much too short just then.

"I had to run by the rental place and there was a line." he explained, nodding to the thin plastic garment bag that lay over one arm.

Felicity looked at it with a slight curl of her lip, "Oh no. No no no. That won't do." she said, plucking it from his grasp and tossing it on the bed without another look.

"It's a formal event." he protested.

"And Oliver Queen has never worn a rental before in his life. I'm certainly not going to allow that to start now, not on my watch." she said sternly, "Closet. Go. Consider it a 'You're going to have to wear a tux a lot while you're running for mayor' present."

With a small shake of his head he opened the closet door to see a crisply pressed tuxedo waiting for him.

Felicity peeked around his arm, laying her head against his shoulder, "So much better."

"Felicity...the rental would have been fine."

"No, it wouldn't. They never fit right. And now that I get to go to one of these with you, I just couldn't let that happen."

"And how do you know this one will fit?" he asked, turning and drawing her into his arms.

"Oh, well I got the name of your old tailor from Thea. They still had your measurements on file. But…" she trailed off, looking up at him through her lashes as her hands skimmed up his chest, "I may have suggested they put some extra room in the arms because, these," she added with a poke to each of his biceps, "these have definitely gotten bigger."

He grinned down at her, "They have?"

"Oh yeah. The salmon ladder missed you."

His hands smoothed over the silky material of her robe, cupping her hips and moving downwards as she stepped in closer.

"As much as I'd love to continue this, you can't be late." she sighed, lower lip coming out in a pout that he couldn't ignore even if she was right.

His mouth moved over hers, until they were both considering just how late they could be when a door slamming from downstairs made them pull back.

Oliver's forehead rested against Felicity's, "That's Digg, with the car. Still not sure he's back on board with the whole bodyguard thing."

"I told Alex to hire extra security, John's got enough to worry about right now." he said, not wanting to let her go quite yet.

"We'll get this figured out. But first you have to put on that suit." she said pointing over his shoulder towards the tux.

She took a step away as he turned back, already tugging his shirt from his waistband.

"Oh, but don't forget my favorite part."

He turned to see her with the robe pooled around her feet, wearing nothing but a black lace bra and thong set with a pair of suspenders dangling from one finger.

The citizens of Star City would have to get used to their mayor being a little late.