Felicity had been suffering for two weeks. Two week full of her embarrassing herself in front of Oliver and him being vague about things. She was conflicted and confused and she was realising that this crush she had on Oliver was not going to go away. He needed to do something so horrible that it will make it easier to hate him, she just needed that. She wasn t that lucky though.
She sat in her backyard, flipping through her tablet to find the particular code that could be used to locate people quicker. She remembered the locator that Oliver put on Felicity s phone, but she guessed that Oliver put another tracker on Felicity somewhere.
To be truthful, Felicity was hiding from Oliver. He had said that he would like to see how Felicity was like around her boyfriends, and if it was the same way she was around him. This is where it got embarrassing, because Felicity s response was You could sleep with me and find out. That was followed by a lot of stuttering and a bright red face of embarrassment.
She wasn t hiding her crush very well, and he seemed to notice. He would always smirk or raise an eyebrow after he asked a question that could give a risky response, and because of that stupid smile, Felicity would get flustered and would answer inappropriately. She couldn t handle being the only one feeling something, but then again, he would sometimes linger as he looked at her, bit his lip when she tossed her hair. It was little things that made Felicity wonder about him.
The sun was beaming down, which made Felicity question why she was outside, but it was Friday and she wasn t stuck in the office, so anytime was good, really. She picked up her cup of coffee, tapping a few times more onto her tablet. Oliver opened the back door, and Felicity had to pretend not to stare at his arms which were almost bursting out of his blue flannelette t-shirt.
Yes, Mom, yes, I understand, it won t happen again. I will try and organise my clients around your schedule. He said, trying to end the conversation quickly. Felicity couldn t help but giggle as his mother kept trying to talk to him. He said his goodbyes and hung the phone, sighing as he shoved his phone into his back pocket.
What s wrong? Felicity asked, setting down her coffee. Oliver turned to Felicity, a small smile coming to his face before he combed his hand through his hair.
I had to miss one of my mother s party the other day. She gets a bit upset with me when I miss stuff like that. He said, his hands now resting on his hips.
Would you really have gone if you were able to? Felicity asked, knowing ho Oliver felt about his mother s big fancy events. He said he found them over the top for people with too much time and money on their hands.
True. I would have had to dance with someone and I don t really know how to waltz. He said through guiltful teeth. He seemed slightly embarrassed as scoffed at the idea, and he shrugged to play off his embarrassment.
You don t know how to waltz? Felicity asked, trying to figure out how Oliver Queen didn t know how to waltz.
I never learnt. He mumbled, growing a bit bashful. Felicity stood, adjusted her shirt, smoothing out her shorts slightly and arched her shoulders back.
Stand there, hands up, and I ll lead, but you re going to have to learn how to eventually. Felicity said stepping closer to Oliver, who backed away.
Felicity, you don t have to do this. He reassured. Felicity rolled her eyes and pulled on Oliver s arms. He stumbled forward, and Felicity put one hand on her waist, and she held the other. She stepped in another step and Oliver stood up right, somewhat uncomfortable with the limited space between them.
You re going to have to learn sooner or later. Felicity smiled at him. She stepped back, and Oliver stepped forward, his shoe just catching her toes.
Sorry. He apologised. Felicity shook her head, still smiling, stepping to the side, and Oliver followed her. He seemed to be getting it, but his eyes were watching his feet. Felicity picked up his chin, and he nodded. They kept going slowly, but Oliver kept stepping on Felicity s toes every once and a while. He stepped away, frustrated. There isn t any music. He muttered, his tone angry and a little confused as to why he wasn t getting it.
You re doing fine, but if music helps you get it, then it s okay. Felicity rolled her eyes again, tapping on her tablet and flicking through the music selection on the device. She pressed play on The Book of Love by Peter Gabriel. Oliver looked quizfully at Felicity as she stepped up confidently. What? It s what I learnt to waltz to. She said, and Oliver shrugged, stepping forward again.
Oliver seemed nervous at first, his hand shaking slightly as it gripped Felicity s, and as he stepped forward, his hand stopped shaking, and his normal and everyday confidence came right back. He was leading her successfully well, so much so that Felicity was able to pick up her feet gracefully and effortlessly. They were both gliding around the deck of her backyard, and it was only in the early hours of the morning. Felicity began to giggle and his held herself against him, her face fitting into the nook of his shoulder.
The song was coming to a close, the singer s voice still blissfully ringing in her ears as Oliver slowly dipped Felicity down.
Mr Queen, I think you have waltzed before. She giggled, and Oliver shrugged, a smirk coming to his face.
Maybe I was just trying to impress you. He whispered back, and Felicity shook her head, her cheeks flushing.
You don t need to try. She said biting her lip, her eyelashes fluttering innocently. There was that feeling again; that feeling that made Felicity question if there was something more between them. Before she could test that, a loud and continuous knock persisted at the door. Felicity could almost swear at whoever was at the door, and if it was her annoying neighbour who was constantly looking for her cat, she could could definitely swear at her. Oliver lifted her up, and Felicity shuffled to the door. She opened it and saw a small woman, probably late teens, maybe early twenties, with short brown hair.
Oliver Jonas Queen! The small woman yelled, bursting through the door. Felicity stood in confusion as Oliver moved into the living room and was shocked to see the girl.
Thea, what are you doing here? He asked, confused.
You talked Roy into becoming a damn bodyguard, what the hell is wrong with you? She yelled at him again, her tone was angry and scary from Felicity s point of view.
I didn t tell him to do anything. Oliver reasoned, his hands raised in defence.
Oh, Bull! She yelled back at him. Felicity cleared her throat, and Thea turned to her.
Uh, Hi. I m Felicity, you re currently arguing in my house and I don t know who you are. She said, extending her hand Thea, who smiled brightly at Felicity and took her hand.
Oh, my God, I am so sorry for this. I m Thea Queen, Oliver s sister. You must be his new client. He didn t say you were so pretty. Thea mentioned, giving an eye to her brother before turning back to Felicity. Felicity blushed but she shook it off once she realised who she was.
Oh, so you re Speedy. Felicity said offhandedly. Thea turned to Oliver, who was avoiding Thea s gaze with everything he had.
You told her about the nickname? She said through gritted teeth. Felicity leaned over Thea s shoulder and Oliver gave Felicity a warning eye, but Felicity smirked evilly.
I give you permission to keep yelling at him now. Felicity whispered, and Thea put her hands on her hips. Oliver groaned, knowing exactly what punishment he had coming.
Felicity felt like she could make popcorn just watching the start of the argument unfold. Soon, a young guy rushed in, wearing a red hoody, a tired old pair of jeans and a worried look all over his face.
Sorry about this, I m Roy Harper. Thea s boyfriend. He said, his hand scratching the back of his head.
Felicity. So that s why she s mad. Felicity waved, and offered Roy a seat next to her on the couch. The siblings were in the kitchen, yelling and rolling eyes.
She thinks I m going to get hurt. Her brother has been through far worse stuff. Roy said, taking a seat next to Felicity. He seemed like a nice guy who wanted to help but he might be a little too inexperience or unknowing of what real dangers lie in the job.
I think that s why she doesn t want you to do it. Felicity scoffed, but rested a hand on his shoulder. Did Oliver talk you into it? She asked sincerely, trying to work it all out.
More like inspired. He s a tough guy, he saved my live once. Roy said, a dash of excitement echoing in his voice. I m still in training, so I m not a full bodyguard yet, but I m hoping that Oliver will train me. He said, and felicity realised how serious this kid was about doing this. The two then watched the siblings continue arguing, which was getting more heated as the moments passed.
And you left me alone with Mom! How could you do that to me? Five years at war, then you re back and you leave me with her again! You re an ass! Thea yelled. She seemed like she was close to throwing something at Oliver.
You re seriously blaming me for having a job. Oliver yelled back, his voice scary, but it made Felicity feel something odd in her core.
Do they argue like this a lot. Felicity asked Roy, who seemed to have more experience with the family than Felicity did.
No, actually, I think they fight like this only when either of them spends too much time with their mom. He said, and Thea had just picked up a fry pan from the bench, which made the two of them sit on the edge of the seat.
How about we split them up for now and they can resume it another time. Felicity asked quickly. They both stood up and started towards the pair.
I think that s for the best. Roy muttered to Felicity before separating Thea and Oliver.
Thea, why don t you tell me embarrassing stories about Oliver. Felicity said, taking Thea to the couch, who placed the pan down and took a deep breath in.
They kept apart for a long time, and they both seemed to have calmed down. Felicity had a great talk with Thea about Oliver and growing up in their family. Felicity found it cute the way Thea reminisced so easily around her, it was like the fact that her brother trusted Felicity, it was okay for to do the same thing.
Roy and Thea had to leave, which disappointed both Felicity and Oliver, but it there wasn t much they could do about it. It was getting late by the time they finished talking, which Felicity found happened with a lot of conversations she had; they just went on for hours without her even knowing.
My birthday is in January. You re coming okay? Thea asked, but Felicity found it more of a demand than a question, so she nodded politely. Felicity and Thea got on pretty well, so Felicity was happy to go no matter what happened.
Oliver and Felicity were left alone once more, and they both stood awkwardly once the pair had left.
Do you want to watch some movies? It s friday night, what s better than watching several moves that will force me to lose IQ points? Felicity suggested, going towards her movie cabinet and tossing out a wide variety of movies they could watch.
I don t really watch movies. Oliver said, rubbing the back of his neck. Felicity scoffed and sat on the couch.
Every normal person watches movies. And if you refuse to watch these movies with me, I will forever assume that you are a robot or an alien and therefore feel nothing for anything or anyone. She said with a wicked smile which could force any man to do what she said. Oliver rolled his eyes and started to drag his feet to the couch.
You make a persuasive argument. He muttered, and sat down next to Felicity.
They were seat comfortably against one another. Oliver sat close to Felicity, and when she got uncomfortable, she had curled up against his side, her head falling onto his chest. They had gone through a wide range of movies that went from blockbuster smashes to unheard of foreign films. It was about midnight when the last of the movies were coming to an end.
Felicity hadn t noticed at first, but Oliver was stroking her hair, trying to sooth her as she went to sleep on his chest. The feeling that Oliver cared about her was getting stronger, and this entire day was making it worse. All Felicity wanted to do was to see if Oliver felt something. She looked up at him, and he smiled at her with a smile that could make her heart sing songs for days. It was now or never.
Felicity sat up to Oliver s surprise. He turned to her, expecting her to say something, but she wasn t going to. She was going to do something stupid. She leaned into his lips, her lips catching his bottom one. Felicity gripped onto the collar of his shirt and brought him in to get, deepening the kiss. She begged for him to give in, to open her mouth so she could explore it exactly how she wanted to. He responded quickly, his hand resting on her cheek, pulling her in and forcing her jaw to open a little more. They were both letting their tongues roam each other s mouth, and Felicity was hypnotised by how amazing he tasted.
Felicity thought it was all going well and good until Oliver started to move away, and his lips finally broke from hers. Oliver pulled away, breathless and stunned.