A/N So many of you said you loved it until now! I love you all so much!
this chapter is really short, I'm sorry, but there are a lot of great prompts coming up so be ready for unlimited fluff!
Felicity was alone in the Hood-Cave for once. She had already finished the programming she was working on and was now wandering aimlessly about the large hall. When she turned to make her about 3rd round through it, she went by the utility table. Oliver wasn't out hunting but merely upstairs in the club, so the bow and all the arrows and the green jacket were all there, neatly put in their respective places. She turned around and made sure she was still alone, she then slipped of her blazer and took the jacket off of the table. The soft leather was cold under her fingers as she ran her hands all over it, in her head the picture of Oliver wearing it, become a completely different person by just putting on a hooded jacket.
She looked around and slipped it on.
It was way to big, the shoulders to wide and the sleeves way to long. She stepped next to the mirror (one day she just went to Ikea to get one, because basically the only mirrors they had were in the club and she couldn't just pop in and out of her secret employers club that didn't work.) and put on the hood. It covered her face completely. She slipped it back off and looked at herself. She couldn't help but compare what she saw with what Oliver looked like when he wore the jacket. He was so much taller and broader and basically much more everything than her. She still couldn't understand why the billionaire playboy vigilante picked her as his IT assistant of all the people.
"You shouldn't wear other peoples clothes." The voice of said vigilante sounded right behind her.
Felicity screeched and turned around, to only find herself face to face with a broad, T-shirt cladded chest.
"I'm so sorry. Oliver, I just…" She couldn't even babble. That's how embarrassed she was.
"It's ok, I wear your stuff all the time when you're not around." A smug grin lit up Oliver's face while he held out the Blazer she had just thrown on the floor.
"But," He added, trying to slip into the sleeves of it (he couldn't get one sleeve more than up to the elbow) "They're a little small." He stopped trying, the blazer just dangling from his arm.
"When you're not being a super hero, you're actually an idiot." Felicity had gotten over her initial embarrassment enough by now to hit him square on the chest. She then proceeded to take off the jacket and hand it to him.
"Can I have my blazer back now?"