Letting go
Moving on is not exactly as easy as she thought it was going to be. It's a process. Some days are easier than others.
Today is harder than some others.
"Hold onto me tight, Felicity." His arm goes tight around her waist. He feels so solid underneath her hands. Solid and safe.
"I don't like this"
"I won't let you fall." He pulls her closer still and then he walks them to edge of the roof.
It is the last time she offers herself to help them in the field. It will be just her and her computers at the lair from now on.
And then they are in the air. A couple of seconds that feel like eternity and they are back in the ground.
"Are you okay?" He doesn't let go yet, which nice and awful at the same time. She's still trying to get her breath back. "You got your hack face on?"
That crackles her up. "Yeah, I got my hack face on." His lips twitch up in a brief smile. "Okay, I'm ready. Let's go".
"Are you in yet?" He paces keeping an eye on the door, the windows and her at the same time.
"Almost" if they weren't under such time constrains she would have like to take a minute or two just admiring the electronic security on is system. It was a thing of beauty really; frustrating, but a thing of beauty not the less.
"Can you hurry?" speaking of beautiful and frustrating things. Really, the man has no patience at all.
"Oliver!"
"Shutting up now" he goes on pacing.
"Yes! I'm in" typing a command after another, she navigates her way to the files they need. "Copying our files... Ha! This is one corrupt insurance company that's going down epically. Got it"
"Great. Let's go"
They made their way back to the hall where the roof stairs are without any problems, so of course is the moment they open the door that they are discovered by happy trigger goons.
"Go, go" He ushers through the door protecting her with his body. Kevlar. She's putting kevlar in that hood of him, the tights as well. People throw bullets at him way too often.
An arrow or two after and they are running on the roof. She comes to a sudden stop at the end of the roof. Her toes are practically on the air.
And then, he is there with his arm around her.
"I got you"
And off into the empty space they go to another roof and then another until finally they touch ground.
"Are you okay?"
"Let's not do that again"
His lips twitch up. "Come on." He grabs their jackets and helmets and makes his way to the bike, or as she likes to call her 'the future instrument of her demise'.
"You know, I never knew I was such a thrill seeker until I met you." she knows she's about to start with the rambling. She always does when she is nervous or just before she has to spend any time holding for dear life from him.
"I won't let anything happen to you." He mounted the bike and extends a hand to help her climb it.
As she takes his hand and then wraps her arms around him, she's sure that letting go will be a long long process.
She'll just have to be strong and remind herself that he doesn't see her like that. He cares, sure, but not like that.
Then the count comes back, and nothing is clear anymore.