Anonymous requested: Oliver is trying to contact Felicity to help him with technical stuff. Felicity however is in her apartment taking a long bath and her phone's dead. Oliver worries and breaks in and finds Felicity.

Her bedroom window was open and he slipped in silently.

Nothing seemed out of place, which was a good sign, he told himself. Crouching by the door of her room, he listened. The lights were on all through the apartment, but he didn't hear anything. Dread settled in Oliver's stomach. Felicity was never quiet. She was either tapping away at a keyboard, or talking, or humming. Energy buzzed endlessly around her, and this silence felt unnatural.

Something was very wrong.

He'd had a bad feeling when her phone had gone straight to voice mail and then her land-line to her machine. She wasn't online on IM, and she hadn't said she'd be busy. He'd already suited up for the night to patrol, so he'd decided to take a short detour and make sure everything was okay.

He crept through the hall, looking for signs of a struggle, his heart beat deafening in his ears.

When the scream came, he leapt into action.

"Felicity!" he practically roared, kicking the door down and nocking an arrow, taking aim.

He very quickly realized he had made a huge mistake.

"Oh my God! Oliver!"

He spun around, and away from a very wet, very soapy, very, very naked Felicity Smoak.

"Jeez! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He could hear splashing in the bath behind him. He assumed she was looking for a towel.

"You're phone was off, and you weren't available, and I thought something was wrong, so I came to check it out, and why were you screaming?" he asked frantically, his voice louder than it needed to be in his panic.

"There was giant moth, you idiot! I'll scream in my own apartment if I want to!" More splashing. "Argh! Where's my towel?!"

He heard a foot hit the tiles behind him, another splash, and then Felicity was squealing, and he turned instinctively, catching her as she slipped, and hauling her up against his chest.

Oh god.

She was wet and dripping all over his leathers and her cheeks were flushed, from the hot water or embarrassment he didn't know, and she was still very, very naked.

He quickly looked up at the ceiling.

They were completely pressed up against each other, and Oliver would have reveled in the situation under almost any other circumstances. Right now, he was just trying to make sure he didn't make another wrong move and further incur her wrath.

"Oliver," Felicity finally said, voice soft.

"Yes?" he asked, eyes still trained on the ceiling. His voice sounded strained, even to him.

"Um. I'm naked."

"I noticed."

A second went by and he looked down in horror. "I said not noticed, right?"

Felicity's eyes widened, and then, slowly, she smiled.

"Can you, uh, do me a favor and just grab that towel hanging to your right?" she asked, nodding her head towards the wall.

He slowly let go of her with his right hand and grabbed the cloth, bringing it around to drape on her shoulders, and returned his hands to her back. He couldn't help rubbing gently once they were there.

Felicity bit her lip.

"You know, we need to have a talk about boundaries at some point," she said, breathily.

Oliver nodded.

Felicity continued. "Because you can't just crash my personal time whenever you can't get a hold of me."

Oliver clenched his hands, gripping her waist, and she gasped. His eyes were immediately drawn to her lips. The makeup was gone, so there was no bright pink lipstick to distract him, but oh… He was still distracted. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and he was suddenly hyper aware of his surroundings. The humidity in the air, the drops of water trailing down Felicity's neck, the rise and fall of her chest against his… Everything he'd been feeling around her for weeks was heightened, and he was dizzy with the headiness of it.

"I mean," Felicity's voice had lowered to a whisper, "if I'd invited you, that would be totally different." An invitation. Yes, that would be good… Oliver was leaning towards her, and she swallowed visibly. "But, I mean I didn't, so-"

She moaned as his lips touched hers, opening her mouth beneath his, and in seconds he had her up against the wall, the towel fallen and forgotten on the floor. He pulled her into him, the slope of her waist fitting perfectly in his hands, and he made a noise of frustration when he realized his gloves were keeping him from feeling that perfect, slick skin. He bit lightly at her lower lip, tugging it between his teeth, feeling the soft flesh as her tongue traced along his teeth and then-

As suddenly as they had started, Felicity pushed him away with a gasp.

"Nope. No, no, nope, no, not happening, NO."

"Wha-?"

"This is not happening like this. I am naked. And wet."

Oliver failed to see the problem with this. He looked down and caught a glimpse of her breasts, before she made a tiny noise of protest and covered her chest with her arms.

"Turn around," she said, her voice forceful.

He did, and he could hear her pick the towel up off the floor. She came into his line of sight as she stepped towards the mirror, towel wrapped firmly in place.

"Okay. Good."

"I'm, uh – I'm sorry," Oliver said suddenly, his head finally clearing. "I shouldn't have done that. I was out of line, and-"

"Oh my God, please don't say this was a mistake. This was not a mistake."

"But you just said -"

"I said no. Because this definitely wasn't a mistake, yeah, no, wow. But also, a little fast. Buy a girl dinner first!"

Oliver tilted his head to the side, quirking a smile.

"Okay…" he said slowly. "Does take-out count, or…?"

Felicity grinned. "Take out is great. Phone's in the kitchen. I've got movies."

He'd just walked out of the bathroom when Felicity screamed again. He spun around to see her ducking and a little moth flitting around her head.

"Um, can you just do me a favor and get rid of killer moth here first?"

Oliver smiled and reached above her head to grab it.