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"Hello?" Oliver asked as he answered the phone he had.
"You have my phone," a female voice said to him, a very familiar voice.
"And you are?" Oliver asked.
"Felicity, Felicity Smoak," Felicity answered, "and who are you?"
"I'm Oliver," Oliver answered.
"Well Oliver, where are you?" Felicity asked.
"A woman taking control, I like it," Oliver said with a laugh, "I'm on my way to a friend of mine's wedding in Canada," Oliver said.
"Where in Canada?" Felicity asked, as her heart started to beat that she might be able to get her phone back soon, if this man was in Canada.
"In Vancouver," Oliver answered. He knew it was the woman from the airport, and what a stroke of luck this was that their phones had been switched.
"The internet gods are looking out for me!" Felicity said loudly.
"What?" Oliver asked with laughter in his voice.
"It's just a saying I have," Felicity explained. "You're going to Vancouver, so am I! When are you going to be there?"
"Our plane lands in an hour," Oliver answered.
"This is too good to be true, my life is on that phone," Felicity said.
"Okay," he said, "So I guess we meet. Swap phones and go about our merry way?"
"Excellent, so when can we make this happen?" Felicity asked.
"That anxious to meet me are you?" Oliver asked.
"Just my phone," Felicity said.
"I'm not sure you know this yet, but we do know one another,"Oliver said.
"What?" Felicity asked, confused.
"At the airport, we bumped into one another," Oliver explained. "You left me a thank you on my cheek."
"I remember," Felicity said. She couldn't believe that it was him, the handsome stranger.
"How about we meet for dinner tonight?" Oliver asked.
"I just want to get my phone back," Felicity said.
"Come on, have one coffee with me," Oliver persisted.
"Alright, where?" Felicity said finally, a part of her was anxious to see him, while another knew this was not a leisure weekend. It was her friend's wedding, and she couldn't stay long as she needed to be back at the hotel by eight.
"Thierry's? Say around six?" Oliver asked.
"I'll find it," Felicity said.
"Felicity," he said,"consider it a date."
And before she had the chance to remind him that it was not a date, he had hung up. She slid the phone shut. Slowly. She smiled as she arrived at her hotel a few seconds later. She thought of how his voice was like Irish cream liquor, creamy smooth and, oh so bad for your balance unless in very small doses.
As she made her way to her hotel room, she ran into Thea, "Felicity! I was so worried you wouldn't make it."
"Sorry, I'm late," Felicity said.
"It's no problem, as long as you are here. I couldn't imagine marrying Roy without you by my side," Thea said.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Felicity said.
"How was your flight?" Thea asked as they walked into Felicity's room. Thea sat on the bed as Felicity went to the bathroom to freshen up.
"Great, I literally had to run onto my plane," Felicity called out.
"Why is that?" Thea asked.
"Because I ran into this man from the airport," Felicity said as she walked out, and was twisting her ring on her right hand.
"No! Tell me all about it!" Thea insisted.
"I bumped into him and would have fallen to the ground, except he caught me and I looked into those blue eyes of his and it was just..." Felicity trailed off as a smile grew on her face.
"Just...?" Thea asked.
"Just enchanting," Felicity said. "I mean, I can't even remember what he said to me now, but I do remember those eyes of his. I heard the last call for my plane and I had to leave, but before I left I kissed him on the cheek and ran onto my flight."
"Felicity! Why didn't you get his number?" Thea asked.
"I got more than that," Felicity said as she went to her purse, and held an object in her hand, "I got his phone."
"What? How did you end up with his phone?" Thea asked.
"When we collided, our phones fell and I picked up the wrong one," Felicity said.
"Please tell me you called him," Thea pleaded with her.
"I did, and we're meeting in an hour for a coffee," Felicity said.
"Here! Here's in Vancouver?" Thea asked.
"Yes, I can't remember exactly why, but he's here," Felicity said, "Am I crazy?"
"No, at the very least it's just a simple meet up to get your phone back," Thea said. "What's his name?"
"Oliver," Felicity answered.
Thea smiled, "You didn't get his last name?"
"Oh my god. No, I was so distracted by his butt, I mean his voice, I mean-" Felicity said.
"He must be really dreamy, Felicity," Thea said.
"Yes, he is," she admitted. "He filled out that suit so perfectly."
"I see," Thea said.
"Probably even better without it," Felicity said under her breath.
"What was that?" Thea asked with a smile as she turned her head to look at her.
"I said, that he does," Felicity covered quickly.
"So what are you going to wear?" Thea asked.
"What I have now," Felicity answered.
"Oh no, we can do better," Thea said as she went to her suitcase.
"We?" Felicity asked.
"You're meeting up with a hunk and you need to show off those legs of yours," Thea said as she found a dress for Felicity, a deep red one that has this amazing zipper that started around her waist and zipped down to one of her thighs. Thea made her put it on and paired it with a black jacket and pair of black high heels.
"Now go meet him and if I don't get a complete rundown on every second I'll never forgive you," Thea said as she kissed her on the cheek.
"I'll be back in time for the reception, I promise," Felicity swore to her.
"I know you will, now go," Thea said as Felicity they headed out of her hotel room and to the elevator, as the doors were closing Thea she said, "Oh, and I don't see your lipstick smudged, I'll be let down."
Felicity laughed as she rode the elevator down and over to the cafe, when she arrived at the cafe, she saw Oliver at a table. He was even more handsome than she remembered. More blessed by the gods of all things extraordinary. Across the cafe their eyes caught and held, and time stood still. Pacific blue, she thought with an internal sigh, like the clear ocean.
He stood up and moved from his table slightly, smiling at her. She took a breath and walked towards him, letting her hips sway just a tiny bit, and biting the side of her mouth in the process, "Hello Oliver," she said
"Felicity," he said as he stepped in front of her.
She must have swayed towards him, or maybe it was an optical illusion, but he suddenly felt closer. And then he was leaning in towards her. She instinctively lifted her cheek for a friendly peck, but instead his lips landed on hers. She blinked in shock for a good second or two before his mouth began to move over hers.
As her eyes fluttered closed her hand slowly made its way up to land gently upon his chest. His arm slunk around her back to pull her closer. And right there, in front of a street full of bustling pedestrians, everything floated away, leaving only the taste of him, the scent of him, the feel of his heavenly lips. Her hand curled into his shirt, an she hoped against hope that would be enough to keep her from collapsing in a puddle at his feet.
When the kiss broke, her eyes opened. A small smile lit his, his dimples clearly evident.
"Well, what do you know?" he said, his voice low, rumbling, pure sensuality.
Needing to catch her breath and regather her scattered senses, she slid her hand away and put a few inches of space between them. Then she pulled his phone out of her clutch purse and held it out for him on an upturned palm.
"Right," he said, closing his eyes and shaking his head as though he'd completely forgotten why they were really there. He opened his jacket, once again revealing a broad mass of starched white shirt and enveloping her in a wave of his light but wholly masculine scent. She breathed deeply.
He found her phone and held it out to her. Her left palm tickled as he slid his gently from her grasp, while her right hand immediately soaked in the warmth still remaining in the phone she now had back in her possession.
"So," Oliver said, "Now that the formalities are out of the way, shall we?"
Formalities? Kissing her to the point of melting her knees from the inside out was to him a formality? Boy, oh boy. What was she letting herself in for?
He held out an elbow. She tugged her hand into a tight ball to get the feeling back before placing it in the crook of his arm. He tucked her tight against him, drawing her close enough so that she could feel his body heat as he led her to a table, pulling her chair out and then sitting down across from her.
"Can I get you two something?" a waitress asked. They both ordered an espresso, which was brought to them very quickly. As Felicity was enjoying hers, she looked up to see his eyes slid up to hers, connected. Actually, it was more as if they clashed, sending little sparks of heat all over her body.
She'd had crushes before, but for the first time in her whole life she was absolutely in lust. He created in her urgency that beat down every other wholly sensible qualm. She hung on to her drink with both hands to stop herself from taking him by the hand and dragging him to the nearest dark alley. Hard bodies, slick, sweaty limbs, and nothing left the next morning but the lingering scent of day old aftershave.
"I have to admit, I'm thrilled that we bumped into one another," Oliver said.
"Like it was meant to happen," Felicity said softly.
"Yes," Oliver said, "So tell me about yourself, Felicity."
"I live in Atlanta, I own my own bridal boutique, which I love going to work everyday," Felicity said.
"That is always a huge plus in enjoying what you work for," Oliver said.
"And what sort of work do you do?" Felicity asked, though she already knew.
"I'm in the financial sector," Oliver said.
"And I'm sure you enjoy going to work every day, making lots of money," Felicity said.
"I do enjoy my job, I also enjoy what my success is able to do for others," Oliver said.
"You pay it forward then?" Felicity asked.
"Quite often, I'm able to donate often and volunteer every chance I get to help someone else," Oliver said, "as someone once helped me a long time ago."
Felicity smiled at him, the way he was with words. "So you're here for a wedding?"
"Yes, someone very special to me," Oliver said with a smile.
"I am too, my friend Thea is marrying the love of her life and I designed her wedding dress and the bridesmaid dresses," Felicity said.
"And that explains why you were in a rush to leave my arms," Oliver said.
"Well, there was that," Felicity said.
They continued to talk, and when Felicity happened to look down at her watch, she realized she needed to get back to the hotel, "I'm sorry, but I must go."
"Can I get you a cab?" Oliver asked.
"Oh, you don't need to do that," Felicity said as Oliver paid their bill.
"It's the least I can do," Oliver said as he got her a cab. He opened the door for her and as she turned to look at him, his hands went to her shoulders and he brushed a light kiss over her mouth.
Once it was over, she opened her eyes and looked up at him, "Will, I see you again?"
Oliver smiled and replied, "I have a good feeling you will."
Felicity smiled and said, "Well, you have my number."
"Indeed, I do," Oliver said as she got into the cab and he closed the door and watched her drive off.
Felicity arrived at the hotel, and started towards the dining hall Thea had booked, as she walked in she saw a lot of familiar faces around the room. She grabbed her a glass of champagne and was heading towards Thea and Roy.
"Felicity, it's good to see you," Roy said as he gave her a huge hug.
"You too, Roy," Felicity said as she moved from the hug.
Thea smiled as she said, "Felicity, I do think your lipstick might need a touch up." Felicity blushed at Thea's reminder.
"Ah, Felicity, there is someone I want you to meet," Roy said as Felicity turned to look at Roy, "Here is my best friend, Thea's brother, Oliver Queen. Oliver, this is Felicity Smoak."
Felicity opened her mouth in shock at seeing him here. She had hoped to hear from him again, perhaps tomorrow, even with all the wedding festivities going on, but had never dreamed it would be like this.
"It's an pleasure, Felicity," Oliver said as he bent down and took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles with those lips of his. A knowing smirk on his face as he did so.
"And you too, Oliver,"Felicity said with a smile on her face.
Thea said with a wink at Felicity, "Oliver, I think you have something on your lips...it looks like red lipstick."