A/N I'm sorry I missed yesterday, but I couldn't do the prompt. It'd take to long to explain in an Authors note, but I'm sorry.
Also the next few days I am on vacation but I will upload the chapters (I will write them along the way) at once when I'm back
"Where's Diggle anyways?" Felicity asked. She was spread out on the sofa, legs thrown over the back of it, ankles crossed, her hair dangling over the edge. She was watching Oliver, who was doing his daily training. Shirtless, of course, like always.
"Out." He let go of the pull-up bar and walked over to the IT girl, a smug grin on his face
"Why, do you have anything in mind?" The last few weeks had been full of sexual innuendo between the two, to the point where Diggle dramatically left the room, to 'speak to someone normal'. Both of them liked the other, and both of them knew the other liked them too, but there was just no time to actually get to it. They had hooked up before, but lately there was so much to do, so many bad guys to bring to justice, so many systems to be hacked, that they just didn't have time for an extensive private life. Not even with someone who knew what they really did all day/night.
So it was normal for any of the two to make such a comment. It was, however, not a regular occurrence that they were alone.
They both realised that, at about the same time, Felicity a little bit earlier than Oliver, jerking up from her lascivious position when Oliver was still grinning.
His smile faded as the atmosphere changed from lightly flirty to the realisation that they were alone.
He was now standing right in front of the couch and Felicity's face was not even a foot away from his abs, if she had stretched out her arm, she could have touched the scar next to his navel. She didn't of course. That would have crossed an unspoken line. She didn't exactly know what she was doing right now anyways, so when she looked up she was surprised to see Oliver's eyes dark with something that she didn't know how to describe. She bit her lips, not knowing how to react to this sudden implementation of what they both had been thinking about for weeks. While she was still thinking something else needed her attention again: his weight that was pressing her to the sofa for example, or his mouth capturing her lips. She opened her eyes.
When did she close them anyways?
When did her arms went from being next to her to being wound around his back, clawing into his hair, pulling him closer?
When did she start kissing him back?
When did they go to lying on the sofa, all limbs entangled, making out like teenagers?
She didn't know, and honestly, she didn't care much anyways.