Oliver couldn t sleep right, just so many things whirling around his brain. He felt the need to toss and turn, but it was all coming clear to him. He couldn t get Felicity out of his head.
Oliver? A sweet voice asked. Oliver turned in his bed, seeing the beautiful blonde hair of Felicity. She turned her head, smiling at Oliver as she scooted closer to him. He brought her into his chest, and she shuffled back to him, bringing his arms over her. She tangled her hands with his and Oliver rested his head against hers.
Sorry, Felicity. He hummed, and she sighed peacefully as he said her name. Her skin was like silk, soft and delicate, beautiful to touch; he couldn t help but rub his thumb against her hand. She held onto his hands as they were wrapped around her, kissing them whenever she had the chance. Her lips were like her skin, soft and delicate, he could tell that kissing them would be sweet and irresistible to take himself away from.
You know I can t sleep without your arms around me. She whispered blissfully. Oliver rested his chin at the top of her head, pulling a tighter grip on her.
Sorry baby. He whispered back. He was going to rest his eyes when Felicity s hands started to grace up his forearm.
What were you thinking about? She asked, turning around to face him. Oliver moved the hair out of her face, his hand resting on the the side of her face.
I think it had something to do with you. He said, a sly smile coming onto his face. Felicity shoved his lightly, a gorgeous smile appearing on her lips.
Oh you re such a romantic. She giggled. She avoided meeting his eye, then she looked at him, eager. Why don t you kiss me. She didn t ask, she demanded it from him, and he wasn t going to deny her that. His thumb stroked her cheek, and he couldn t take the smile off his own face.
Felicity Smoak. It would be my pleasure. He smirked, and leaned in, his lips lightly grazing hers. Then it all clicked, everything was perfect, her lips were soft, and fit against his like they were made for each other.
Oliver sat up abruptly in bed, his entire body in a sort of heat. He was just trying to piece together what happened exactly, but it wasn t particularly clear to him why he was dreaming about Felicity. Was it because of how she was dreaming of him? Or was he just giving in to something he was denying?
Oliver! Felicity shouted. Oliver sat in his bed for a few moments before getting up and heading to the kitchen. Felicity was in the kitchen, going through the fridge, just out of sight from the tired and confused Oliver. He sat down on the stool, his elbow reaching on the countertop and his cheek sitting on his hand. Felicity emerged from her hidden spot at the fridge, wearing a short silk blue robe, tied in at the waist and revealed just enough of her chest to make Oliver follow her every move. Oliver swallowed hard, unable to focus on anything else but Felicity. That dream had really messed with him. Sorry, did I wake you? Felicity asked and Oliver forced himself to keep track of the conversation. She looked at him, worried, and Oliver figured that she knew something was up by the way he was acting.
Uh, no, I just, weird dream. He started to say, then just admitted what was really going on.
Tell me about it. Felicity muttered, tucking a hair behind her ear. She was waiting by the toaster, but there was silence that echoed through the house that neither of them wanted to interrupt.
Sleep well? Oliver asked, sick of the silence, but chose the worst topic possible.
Relatively. You? She blushed slightly, and avoided meeting Oliver s eye, as did he with hers.
Same. He said, scratching his jaw, feeling his stubbled coming through heavier. Why did you call me anyway? He asked, a yawn following his words. It seemed like the question sparked something within Felicity, and she became less nervous around him, looking up at him with a friendly smile.
Oh, right, did you want a coffee? I m going into the office today, so you should probably get changed.
Right. I ll do that. Give Dig a call. He ll be here in 20. Oliver mentioned offhandedly, and started towards his bedroom. And a coffee would be great, thanks! He yelled as he kept walking, hoping he didn t make a bigger idiot out of himself. Now the only thing he could keep thinking about was Felicity in that damn robe and it was driving him mad.
Oliver s hand clutched the hot cup of coffee, the car bumping slightly over a couple of ditches in the road. Felicity sat opposite him, almost falling asleep again in the back of the car. She needed to drop some things off at the office, but she doubted that she needed to be in for very long. The servers were just coming back up, and the backup hard drives weren t put in just yet, so they had more time away from the office then originally planned, though, Oliver didn t mind.
You two seem exhausted. Diggle mentioned over Oliver s shoulder, who must have seen Oliver drift in and out from time to time.
Not a good night to sleep. Oliver said, rubbing his eye and taking another sip of his almost empty coffee.
If you really don t want a good night s sleep, stay at my house for a night. Sara is keeping me up while her Mom is at work. Diggle laughed, and Oliver chuckled lightly.
How is everything between you two? Oliver asked, just as Felicity was waking up again.
It s alright, I guess. Nothing really has happened. We really just want to focus on taking care of Sara. Diggle explained, and Felicity looked curiously at Oliver. He shook his head, waving slightly to forget what Diggle was on about, and that he would explain later. We re here. Dig announced, and they exited the car.
Oliver didn t have much to do in Felicity s office. She was fixated on uploading her new programs to the system that would make the whole system across the company to run faster and if complications arise again that the software will be tougher and harder to erase from the main hard drives.
Oliver started out by the door, resting against the frame, but after an hour had passed, he was more bored than he had ever been. He didn t usually guard people who had office jobs, he would have more physically demanding jobs. He shouldn t complain, nor would he; he liked spending time with Felicity, but when she didn t move away from her computer it made things a little boring for him.
He ended up on her couch with the overused stress-ball from Felicity s desk. He was tossing it up in the air as he lay on the couch in a very comfortable position. He doubted that Felicity even remembered he was there.
Another hour passed by, Oliver still tossing the ball in the air, and a knock came to the door. Caitlin and Barry stood at the door, Barry just behind Caitlin as she fiddled with the strap on her bang. Felicity whirled around in her chair, her lips picking up into a smile as she saw her friend. She got up from her chair and started to walk towards Caitlin.
Hey Caitlin, what are you doing here? Felicity said, embracing Caitlin tightly.
Did you want you to step out for a coffee? Caitlin asked, and Felicity nodded wildly, holding onto Caitlin s hands reassuringly. Felicity turned to Oliver.
Sure. Is that okay Oliver? She said. Oliver finally sat up from the chair, stood up and button his jacket.
Of course. He said, smiling at the beautiful face of Felicity who almost seemed to jump in excitement.
They had gone out, walked to the coffee stand outside the building and started to walk back. Oliver walked with Barry as the girls walked in front of them. Oliver kept an eye on Felicity constantly, and Barry did the same for Caitlin, neither of them talking, but once Barry sighed, Oliver elbowed Barry slightly.
I kissed Caitlin last night. He groaned out, in a sort of disappointment in himself. He almost seemed ashamed to admit it to Oliver. Oliver remembered Barry from their common boxing class, as well as training him for a short period for fieldwork; so Barry must have thought he was breaking some code that he had built with Oliver.
What? Oliver asked, a little shocked.
I know we have the whole professional thing and all, but when I was dropping her home, she was so damn cute, I just had to. Barry said longingly, and looked back at Caitlin. Oliver had almost forgotten how professional he had to be with Felicity; he just saw her as a friend and that he had to keep her safe, but it slipped his mind that she is also a client and there were always boundaries between bodyguards and clients. Ever bodyguard knew that, but it was so easy for Oliver to forget that with Felicity around.
What happened after? Oliver asked curiously.
She kissed me back. Barry sounded astonished that Caitlin would even consider it.
She didn t hit you or anything? Oliver asked, wondering if it was just Caitlin or did he have a shot with Felicity.
What is your experience with women, Oliver? Barry scoffed, and Oliver elbowed Barry again, harder this time. No. We said it was complicated to date right now, but after this is all over, we agreed to give it a chance. Barry explained, and Oliver nodded slowly, trying to work out how to proceed with things.
Good decision. Oliver said, his fingers drumming against his cup as they kept walking back to Felicity s office. There were a million thoughts in his mind but there was one common factor; They were all about Felicity.
***
Felicity and Oliver went home soon after coffee, and Caitlin had told her about the incident with Barry. Felicity was shocked at first, not understanding how it could have happened, but most of all, moulding over the thought of her and Oliver. It was odd that she had this attraction to him, she blamed it on the dream at first, but there something there, she knew there was.
They were both heading to bed when Felicity caught Oliver yawning from the couch. He was scratching his bare chest and rubbing his face as he yawned longer. He dragged his feet to the kitchen, and Felicity watched him, longing for him to just look at her, give her a sign that he felt something for her, the way she felt things for him. He grabbed a glass of water and then drained the rest of the unfinished contents down the sink. He started to go towards the hallway when Felicity turned off the TV and started to walk to Oliver. They both ended up near the entrance to the small hallway, and Felicity couldn t think of anything else to say when she came face to face with the man she was developing feelings for.
Did Barry tell you about him and Caitlin? She blurted out and Oliver nodded slowly.
Yeah, Barry said so. He said in a tired husky voice. They started to walk down the hallway slowly, wasting time so they could talk.
It s good to find someone like that. She said, hoping he didn t notice her cheeks flushing. You re a handsome guy, aren t you looking for a girlfriend? She let her mouth speak before her mind could keep up. She hated when she did that, especially around Oliver. He shook his head, a smile coming to his face.
I m a hard person to like. He chuckled.
You know, you re not that hard to like. She found it very hard to believe because it took her no time at all to fall for him. She realised what she had said and cursed herself once more. In a purely platonic way. Not saying that you would be hard to like in a romantic way, just- She began to ramble when Oliver laughed a little harder and stopped her from talking.
Felicity, I got what you were saying, you can stop talking. He reassured her, and she took a breath in thankfully.
Thank you. She said a little giddlely. She realised they were both at their respectable rooms, but neither of them retreated in.
Well, goodnight. Oliver said, holding onto the door. Felicity s heart was a little torn, feeling like Oliver didn t want to spend time with her, but she was exhausted too, so she shouldn t have felt bad for him wanting to get sleep.
Yeah, Goodnight. She said. She started to close her door, when she heard Oliver clear his throat.
And Felicity, Oliver said before she could close her door.
Yes? She asked hopefully.
Sweet dreams. He said, biting his lip at her.
Sweet dreams, Oliver Queen. She smirked at her rhyming phrase, which Oliver replied with a finger raised, and his lips tightly shut, a smile soon forming. They both closed their doors, and Felicity went to sleep feeling a little confused, but still happy that she got a smile out of Oliver. She could dream about that smile for weeks.