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For some reason, it was always with her when things went wrong.

Oliver had taken Felicity with him for another heist that included picking locks (for some reason she was really good at this, and she wouldn't tell him why) and hacking into a stationary computer. Everything had been going smoothly until they had been discovered. It seemed like every time Felicity was with him, something went wrong, just like he wasn't as observant when she was there.

This never happened with Diggle, but Diggle couldn't pick locks or hack computers, so there was that and that was the reason he was taking her with him all the time. And the reason they seemed to get in trouble more was that he was trying to not kill as much. And that she wasn't as good at fighting and far more vulnerable than Diggle was the reason, that he was so protective.

Exactly that.

Not that she was really nice and seemed to understand what he was going through without even asking about what happened on that island. Or that she was pretty. That wasn't the reason at all.

It didn't matter to thin about why they seemed to attract the trouble though because right now they were running down the street hand in hand, trying to outrun the minions chasing after them.

They ran around a corner and pressed themselves against the wall, hoping they would run past.

"Do you think they saw us?" Felicity was still out of breath.

"They only saw me, I don't think they saw you."

Oliver turned off the voice manipulator and pulled of the hood.

"Then they won't mind us when I do this."

And suddenly Oliver was pressed against the wall and felt Felicity's lips against his.

About a thousand ways to react ran through his mind in a split second, a lot of them involved broken necks and/or limbs, but the one he chose was simply kissing her back. It felt different from the kisses he had shared with McKenna, or Helena, or Laurel, or even Sarah. Those had been kisses for fun, or necessity or just because there was nothing else to do.

This was different, the fact that it was meant to distract the ones chasing them to make them think they were just a couple making our in an alleyway was forgotten as soon as it came up. There was too much need in there to be just a diversion. And this need came from both sides of it. Oliver found that his arms were around Felicity's back, one entangled in her hair that was slowly falling out of the ponytail she had put it in for convenience. Felicity's arms were around his neck, one hand playing with the short hair at the back of it, the other clawing into the leather of his jacket.

Their mouths moved against each other like they were meant to be. Like they had to make up for days and weeks and months of kissing that they didn't even know they wanted.

Soon Oliver's tongue was pleading for entrance into Felicity's mouth, gaining control about it as soon as it gained access. After minutes (it could have been seconds… or hours) they broke apart, both panting.

"I think they are gone now." He was still staring at her lips. Her lipstick was completely smudged and he could feel at least half of it on his own.

"Yeah."

He noticed she did the same thing, probably thinking what to do next.

"We can go now."

Neither of them moved an inch.

"Yeah."

Then he leaned down and kissed her again. This time more slowly, almost chastely until she clawed her fingers into his hair and pulled him closer, which was when he couldn't help himself but to turn the both of them around, now pressing her against the brick wall.

When they finally came home to the cave and explained why they didn't get the data from their target, Diggle just stared at them until Oliver noticed he was still holding Felicity's hand. And that they forgot to wipe the lipstick away.