Just a little drabble based off off Blood Rush episode 1.
It had become his favorite time of day.
There was a point sometime after his last meetings, while he sat writing reports, and reviewing the day's information, and data charts, where it was just the two of them, with no interruptions. Everything began to wind down. He'd be in his office, Felicity at her desk. The building got quiet and the sky darkened.
And then Felicity would put her headphones in.
It always started out slow. She'd begin by bobbing her head up and down, and he could see her mouthing the words to whatever it was she was listening to through the glass wall separating their offices.
But pretty soon, she'd be moving her shoulders as well, pushing away from her desk and spinning in her office chair, before pulling herself back and typing something on her computer. She was an endless flurry of bright color and movement, dancing to music he didn't hear but wished he could.
She was always so caught up in her own rhythm that she never noticed him watching her. He'd constantly get distracted, and just end up staring, a small grin lighting up his eyes, dispelling the exhaustion, if only for a moment or two.
He kept telling himself he should go out there, tell her she could take out the headphones and just turn the volume up. He kept telling himself that he should find out what it was she was listening to, learn the songs, and sing along.
He kept telling himself he should go out there and just dance with her. He wanted to just dance with her.
Watching Felicity dance had become his favorite part of his day. And one of these days, he would do more than just watch.