Felicity walked behind Oliver who was sitting in the kitchen having breakfast, she walked up to him and wrapped her hands around him from behind, and pulled out her phone to snap a picture.

"Press, going to leak this, personal photo, so they can stop with whatever rumours they are saying this week" she began to work on her laptop, it had been three days since she moved in with him, the first day she arranged her room and managed to set up her laptop and was hurt that Oliver had all the money in the world and had a rubbish internet connection. It had been tense the day she moved in but they avoided each other, she had made a schedule of who cooks when and what days they will just order out, she had even made a roster for who cleans and Oliver had just accepted it, happy to have her close and to have her interacting with him. The first two nights she had been swamped with work and fell asleep on the sofa, which she did not mind the sofa was so comfy, comfier than her sofa at home where she found herself asleep most nights and still wondered why she wasn't suffering from a bad back. However come morning she would find herself in her new room, her shoes and glasses off and a blanket over her, she found herself always smiling when she woke because he went to the effort to take her to bed, and after the first night things had eased up a bit and she had found herself arguing with him last night because he had never watched Dexter.

"We going into work together?" he asked casually.

"Yep, just let me finish breakfast" since Oliver had gotten his company back he had asked his old maid and nanny Raisa to look after his apartment and the mansion every now and again, in a weird way Felicity knew that he wanted her around because she was the only family that he had left in Starling. She admires the way he treats her and her heart hurts when she remembers all that he has lost, she admires the way he can still get out of bed and fight and go on living, and she didn't know if she could be that strong.

After a long day at work, Oliver had been in meetings all day and Felicity had to finish reports to send off to new investors as quickly as possible, so when they finally got home they had both been knackered. They all decided to take the night off, unless Felicity's computers pick something up. Felicity took off her shoes and ran to the couch dropping straight down flat on her back, she closed her eyes, she was tired, tired of writing reports, signing and printing, not to mention the printer had kept playing up frustrating the hell out of her. Oliver had gone to his room to change into his pyjama's, he wore loose pyjama pants that were blue with black squares and choose not to wear a shirt intentionally, because he knew that it made her blush. She too had gone and changed into her pyjamas she wore black shorts and a tight sponge bob square pants vest.

"Nice top" Oliver said, smirking at her.

"I would say the same but you are not wearing one" she laughed, trying to take her eyes away from his abs, after 3 years she still admired his body and looked at it. Felicity poured herself a glass of water standing behind the couch where Oliver was slouched on.

"It's better without one, its hot" he smiled, "Besides if you've got it flaunt it right" he laughed.

"Oh really, it's not that great, I've seen better"

"Yeah maybe in your dreams"

"Nope, like I said seen better" she laughed, it felt good to let loose a little.

"I don't think you have, otherwise you wouldn't admire it so much"

"Well … it's the only half-naked body that I always see so why not, anyways now there's Roy and I must say he is …"

"Really, really, Roy is nowhere near this" he looked up at her, tensing his body to show her.

"You are full of yourself aren't you" she did not know where it came from, and why she would do such a thing but she found herself pouring the last remains of her water over him. He looked up at her in shock and she found it hilarious. She held her body as she burst laughing, holding onto the couch as she laughed harder.

"Is that how you want to play this" Oliver stood looking at her, she had wrapped her arms around her body and was laughing silently, she gently took a few steps back as he moved closer towards her.

He ran towards her and threw her over his shoulders, "Oliver Queen … hahah … put me down" she screamed. He walked over to the kitchen and turned the tap on, he turned his body and began to lower her face near the tap, he was glad she had removed her glasses for the night. The cold water washed on her face, as she tried to breathe, her hair soaking wet. She began shout at him to put her down. After a few more seconds he put her back down and turned the tap off as he watched her moving move her hair back as it had begun to stick to her face. She was gasping, looking at him, she turned around and opened the fridge, Oliver just watched confused for a second.

"Felicity" he said slowly, as she popped back from behind the fridge with a pint of milk, he moved back slowly holding his hands up "Felicity …" She just smiled raising her eyebrow, this was different smile he thought, it was more of an evil grin. She opened the pint of milk at threw it at him, some of the contents managing to hit him, as she started chasing him around the kitchen throwing milk at him, he was quick but she managed to get quite a bit on him. "Milk?" he looked at her as she started to drink some milk from the carton, still smiling that evil smile again. He took this as his opportunity and ran towards her, pulling the carton back allowing the milk to pour down quickly on her face.

"Oooo, Oliver" she tried to rub the milk of her face, looking at him she pinched him, and he started to pinch her back softly. Oliver couldn't help but feel a little aroused at seeing the milk over her face, but he pushed that back, he did not need this to get weird, it would ruin everything. He lifted her off the ground again and dropped her onto the sofa, and reached for her feet, he looked at her and started to tickle her feet. She kept trying to push him off as she screamed and screamed at the top of her lungs. "STOOOPP" she begged, she managed to push him off of her throwing him onto the floor, his hand tangled on her legs, drew her down on top of him. She tried to catch her breath as she was on top of him looking down into his blue eyes which looked straight back, in this moment she felt exposed like he was looking straight into her soul. "How did you know that I practically die if you touch my feet" she quizzed him.

Oliver looked up at her, his hand was wrapped around her waist and his other lay on the floor, he remembered he had seen her with Nick, but in that moment he didn't think about Nick and her and him tickling her feet, he just knew that she was ticklish. "I don't know, just thought I'd give it a try, I am really ticklish on my side, my hipbone, weird place but yeah" he said never taking his eyes of him.

"I should probably get off of you, and should probably clean, I really do not want Raisa to have to deal this in the morning it will be unfair" still on top of him, she was unsure, but she was not sure of what she was unsure about, she couldn't understand why she didn't move and stayed on top longer than necessary, it just felt right and he didn't make any gestures to get her off of him. She missed laughing with him, she missed him, she missed how they were, even though she worked so hard to shut out her emotions for the man she was so madly in love, but the one thing she missed the most was her best friend, her friend she could share anything with knowing she would never be judged, knowing he would always make time for her and laughing and joking with him and she missed the very platonic circumstances they found themselves in. She finally got of him and walked to the kitchen cleaning up.

Once they had finished cleaning the mess they made, drying all the milk and water on the floor they stood in silence, looking at each other, it was a comfortable silence.

"I better go take a shower and get ready for bed, tomorrow is a big day, we have the investor meeting with Kord Industries and then we have to attend to charity gala for the children's foundation" Felicity said.

"Yeah, tomorrow is a big day, I got Diggle, Roy and Laurel on the guest list, I thought it would be nice if we all went to the gala and just let our hair down a bit relax, make a donation or two" he smiled gently.

"Yeah, Dig had mentioned it, he said Lyla is coming too, she is excited to see the live orchestra, it will be an unforgettable night … wait you didn't put me on the guest list?" she asked, her eyebrow rose.

"No, there is no need for you to be on the guest list your Mrs Queen" immediately regretting his words, they had just had an amazing night, getting back to the way things were and he had to mention the marriage thing again.

"Is that so, I didn't know it came with so many benefits, does that mean I don't have to queue at McDonald's" she joked.

He started laughing, harder than he had in a while, she didn't react the way he thought she would, this was progress he thought, "I don't know I've never tried, but I don't think the staff or the customers would appreciate it" he joked.

"Anyways, I'm off, good night Oliver" he walked closer to her and brushed her greasy hair back behind her ear.

"Good night" he watched as she walked up the stairs to her room, he had thought about having that much needed conversation, but went against it, they needed to be in a good place again before he could admit everything to her, if he had admitted things tonight, it could of pushed her away further than actually brining her to him. He liked where they were in this moment in time. And he knew he was going to enjoy tomorrow, he was going to enjoy going to a fancy gala with all his friends and his wife.