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The time Felicity wears green.
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Oliver is bored. So, so, bored.

Here he is, in one of his infamous black tuxes, standing in the middle of another prestegious event that he is expected to attend. He's bounced around from person to person, board member to board member, forcing smiles and making small talk.

And he is so, so, unbelievably bored.

Usually it's not so bad, because usually Diggle and Felicity are by his sides, grounding him. Neither, though, are here; Digg being home with a pregnant Lyla and Felicity being God knows where. She was supposed to join Oliver at the function a half hour ago, but still he hasn't caught sight of her.

"Mr Queen, how lovely of you to show up." A Russian voice purrs, warm breath against his left ear.

"Ms Rochev, of course I'm here," Oliver forces a charming smile upon his face as he spins around to face the woman at his back, "this gala is being hosted by my company."

"Well, you usually don't make much of an appearance at our company's functions - or, at least not on time - so, you'll understand why I didn't expect to see you here." Isabel retorts, "Especially not without that little blonde of your's. Where is she, exactly?"

"Felicity is, uh..." He trails off as he tries to think up an excuse to explain his executive assistant's absence. Every idea that enter's his mind, though, reminds him why Felicity found him so easy to see through when he'd first walked into her office and fed her a ridiculous story about a spilled latte and a bad neighbourhood.

"Oh, thank God," The woman exclaims, looking at something over Oliver's shoulder, effectively cutting off his thoughts, "at least she had the good sense to wear a dress that stops below the knee, for once."

"What are you- oh." He turns to see what it is Isabel is referring to when he catches sight of a blonde walking slowly around the edge of the room, wearing a floor length, strapless dress with an empire waistline. As her form moves closer, he notices what he thinks to be gold beading around the bust.

And it's green. The same shade of green that Oliver puts on every night as he patrols the streets of Starling City.

"Oliver, are you still in there?" Isabel's voice asks loudly, clicking her finger's beside the man's ear. Something in him snaps and suddenly he's moving, the sound of Rochev calling his name slowly fading away as he crosses the hall.

And suddenly he's standing a mere three feet behind his girl wednesday, watching as she sways in time to the slow song the band are playing, blonde curls and soft green fabric moving with her.

"Hi." He says, quietly, startling the blonde. As she turns to face him, though, Oliver finds his own breath catching as he takes in the sight of her; if he'd thought she looked beautiful from across the room then up close she's perfection.

"Oh, Oliver, hi," Felicity smiles, warmly, taking a small step towards him. Oliver swears she was at least two inches shorter the last time he saw her.

"You're late." He tells her, then winces as his tone comes out harsher than he'd intended it to and he sees her shrink back a little.

"Yes, well, I had to help a friend out with something before I came." She replies vaguely, taking a sip of the champagne in her hand. It only serves to make Oliver pay zone in on the bright red colour that coats her lips.

"I am so glad you're finally here." Oliver sighs, taking a small step towards her, laying his hand on her bare arm. He has to fight really hard to keep the grin of his face as she shudders at the contact.

"Oliver, if you hate it so much, why haven't you left already? I've never seen you to stay til the end of one of these things before." Felicity pointed out, turning slightly to pick up a glass from the table behind her before passing it on to him.

He took the offered drink from her hand with a smile, lifting it to his lips to take a swig from it as he pondered what she'd said. Why hadn't he left sooner? He's made his rounds, talkd to all the people he'd needed to talk to - except Felicity.

"I didn't leave because you weren't here, yet." Oliver admits, his gaze locking onto hers.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you didn't have to wait for me." She apologises, the corners of her mouth turning down the slightest bit as the guilt of being late washes over her.

"Felicity, I'll always wait for you," He tells her, a gental tone filling his voice as he allows his hand to trail down her arm. His fingers briefly squeeze hers before he takes her glass from her, passing both it and his own onto the tray of a passing waitor, "So, shall we dance?"

A shy smile appears on Felicity's lips as she nods, her soft hand slipping easily into his large, calloused one. They move slowly towards the middle of the packed floor where many of the other guests are dancing and finally turn to face eachother when they're near the middle of the crowd.

There's little space between them when Oliver lays a hand on the small of her back, pullling her closer, while intertwining the other with one of hers. Felicity's free hand moves to his shoulder, but it only stays there for a few moments before it's slipping down onto his chest.

As Oliver holds the blonde close and they move together, he realises that this is what he's been waiting for. This is why he suffered through hours of boring conversations and condesending looks. Why he took dance after dance with the countless women who threw themselves at him.

Pre-island Oliver would have loved all the female attention and instantly taken advantage of the situation. But, now, he has no interest in any of them; the only woman he wants to dance with these days is standing in his arms.

"You look so beautiful." He whispers, tilting his head down so his lips move close to her cheek.

A shiver runs down her spine and she rests her forehead against his shoulder, bringing herself even closer to him. In response, Oliver tightens his hold on her, allowing his fingers to splay across the length of her back.

"Thank you." Felicity replies, quietly, pressing her head further into Oliver's shoulder to hide the blush she knows is spreading across her cheeks.

"No, that's not what I meant," He says, stopping their movements suddenly.

Felicity lifts her chin to look at him for a moment, before she casts her eyes downwards again, moving back to try and get out of Oliver's arms. His hold on her tightens and he leans down to brush his nose along the line of her jaw until she finally tilts her head back to look up at him, tears pooling in her eyes.

"You are beautiful. You're always beautiful."

The way he says it, staring down at her with such a sincere look in his eyes, makes Felicity's heart stop for a moment as she stares back.

"So beautiful." He whispers, finally, his breath ghosting over her lips as he moves closer.

In that moment, neither one cares about all the other people surrounding them or the judgemental eyes that stare at them from all corners of the grand hall. All that matters is what they both know is coming, the tingly feeling that runs through their veins and the butteflies fluttering around in their stomachs.

"Can I kiss you?" Oliver asks just as the distance between them is about to close.

"Yes." She breathes. And that's all he needs to hear.

He surges forward, slanting his mouth over hers as he kisses her. Her breath leaves her in a rush and Oliver takes the oppportunity to deepen the kiss.

They're joined together for what feels like years but must be only seconds before they finally pull back.

"Felicity?" She hears him say quietly. Felicity opens her eyes to look up into his, then feels a pressure on her forehead as he leans his own against it.

"Mhm." She hums, not trusting herself to speak.

"You should wear green more often."

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