Okay, I had promised a cookie to the first person who guessed the song I based the last chapter on. The winner of this cookie was EvelinBarnes. And because it is not practical to send 1 cookie from Belgium to Brazil, she got to pick the song I based this chapter on.

I have to admit, it took me a little longer to write it, wasn't totally sure where the story would go. But all in all, I'm pretty pleased with it. I hope you guys and you Evelin, are happy with it. I've already got an idea for the next song, but I might make that a little game as well.

So, here's my Olicity version of 'make a move' by Gavin Degraw.

Ps: I decided to put in a literal cookie as well, just because it was funny

He'd never been addicted to anything in his life. Sure, he'd tried all kinds of different stuff with Tommy for fun. But he never got too far into those things, even in his adolescent ignorance acknowledging the dangers that came with addiction. And after he got back, he just wasn't the same person anymore.

That's why she caught him so off guard. Like she snuck into his mind, set up camp there, and refused to get out. It had started that very first meeting, him showing up with his 'latte' riddled laptop. Her cocking her head to the side, laser-sharp eyes piercing his as if to say want to try that again? He had kept going back. Like a junky looking to get his next fix.

He tried really hard to keep her at bay, but to no avail. She infiltrated every part of his life, both of his lives, and became an essential piece in his world. She didn't just offer some comic relief, with her inappropriate babblings. She didn't just bring the genius to the team. She also brought light and hope and air. And she did all this, without even realizing it. Without him even realizing it. It didn't help that she was incredibly sexy as well. She'd even changed Oliver's definition of what sexy actually meant.

One time, just after he'd gotten back from the island, she'd found him on the floor in the basement, leaning his back against the glass case that held his suit. He was drunk, wallowing, still hurting from Tommy and the Undertaking. She'd shaken him, which had shocked her as much as it had him. She'd told him that life was too short to spend it with regrets. There was no point looking back because the darkness would get the chance to catch up. Look to the future Oliver, and just do better this time. He'd blown her off then. But lately he'd been wondering if she might have been right. And when he pictured his future, somehow, she'd always be there. Motivating him to do better.

It had been a slow couple of weeks on the arrow front, which shouldn't have bothered them, but it did. Like it was the calm before the storm. Felicity insisted on running checks and searches and all sorts of other technical things, so that she would be prepared whenever.
That meant a lot of nights just waiting for her computers to give her whatever information she needed.

She'd brought in a chessboard one night, as a way to occupy herself in between searches. And she had found a fantastic match in Diggle. He might not look the type, but his chess game was up to par with that of the resident tech genius. He not only loved the game but he also had the tactical insight needed to win.

Oliver on the other hand, wasn't much of a chess-player. Sure, he knew how to play, but the game had always been to slow for him. The build-up taking way too much time, way too much thought. He was more of the shoot-first-think-later type. And that didn't work well while playing chess. Which was why he only played Felicity once. She'd beaten him while simultaneously checking her e-mail, breaking into a federal database and eating a very big, very gooey chocolate cookie. And he went on to punch some dummies. Hard. He didn't mind his partners playing the game though. He rather enjoyed watching their silent fight over board domination.

She'd grown so much since the first day she came down here, the moment she let him turn her into a criminal. She'd been through a lot. Mostly because of her association with him, both as Oliver and as vigilante. She'd chosen to become a more active part of the team, and accepted all the consequences that came with that (even if he hadn't). Even had the gunshot scar to prove it.

He'd once told her it would be better for him not to be with anybody he really cared about because of the life he led. But both she and Diggle had proved, many times over, that it wasn't just the life he led. It was the life they all led. The life they shared. They were linked into each other's lives on every level.

So one night, while he was hanging from the ceiling, doing upside-down crunches, it hit him like a ton of bricks. He didn't have an excuse anymore not to be with her. He couldn't put her in any more danger then she was already in. And at least if they were together, he'd have a legitimate reason to watch her sleep at night.

But would she agree? Would she even want to be with him, after being brushed off so many times. After Laurel and Isobel and Sara? He dropped down the ceiling, deciding to be better this time. To be better for her, and to have her decide. He wiped the sweat of his brow and went to stand next to her, as she was picking up her stuff to go home.

He put a hand on her shoulder, causing her to jump a little. She turned around, and when she opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong with him, he put his lips on hers. The kiss was a little stiff at first, because he'd caught her completely off guard. But she soon leaned into it, wrapping her arms around his neck. After what seemed like only a second, they broke for air. He gave her a little wink and his trademark grin, and walked into the bathroom.

Felicity was completely baffled. How? What? Why? What? What had just happened? Her mind kept churning and trying to come up with a reasonable explanation as to why Oliver had kissed her. Not that she didn't like it. Oh no, she had liked it a whole lot. Even more than she would like a bottle of 1982 Lafite Rothschild (which he still owed her, by the way).

When she got in the office the next morning, she'd all but decided to either confront him about it, or pretend it hadn't happened. It strongly depended on how strong she was feeling when she saw him.

Only, when she looked in his office, he wasn't there. There was a little box on her desk though. She opened it, and a big grin slid across her face.

Inside the box, lay a beautiful chess piece. It was a jade Queen, with a note that simply said, your move.

You can probably tell that i focused more on the literal lyrics than the sexual undertone that the song represents. I started a milion times over, but just didn't find the way to translate the subtext as well. I hope the ending is enough to satisfy you all for the moment, and of course, you're always free to imagine Felicity's move :)

As usual, feel free to drop comments below, I look forward to your input on the stories!