Hello everyone! So, first of all thanks a billion for the reviews, prompts and follows, it all means a lot. And to my readers from "Open your eyes" *waves* hello again! I was so excited to see the familiar names, you guys are as awesome as ever.

So this one-shot kinda got out of hand. I had a 900-words-approximately fic in mind but then the thing kept writing itself and I'm still not sure how that happened.

Anyway,this is for a prompt by the lovely quisinart4 and I hope you like it.

I didn't own Arrow yesterday. I still don't own it today.

There was something different about her tonight. He had noticed as much the moment she stepped into the lair with her hair down and curled, wearing a fancy blouse he's never seen before and carrying a little plastic bag –which he may have peeked into- that has heels in it.

He thought that maybe she was heading to some party later or meeting a friend so he didn't, or at least tried not to, give it much thought.

However, when she asked to leave early a few hours later he couldn't help but ask. He really shouldn't have.

"So.. you have plans?" questioned Oliver with his back turned to her as he examined an arrow. He had already gone out as the Hood once today in daylight, out of necessity, and wasn't planning on going out again. The arrow he held was an excuse to not look at her. She did look pretty with her hair down. Well, not that she ever looked anything other than pretty to him, but he wasn't supposed to think that.

"Um, yes" came her response from behind and he could tell that she's fiddling with something "Plans. Something like that."

He turned around to find her putting on the heels she brought. He opened his mouth to inquire further but Diggle fortunately beat him to it.

"And do those plans by any chance include a guy?" Diggle had his arms crossed and was leaning against a table. He looked like a protective father sending off his little girl on a date. Oliver wished the same could be said about him but that wasn't the case. He actually felt the muscles in his abdomen tighten at the mention of some guy and his expression shuttered completely as not to betray his discomfort.

"Maybe," answered Felicity with a shrug "a bit. Yes. But you're not running a background check on him this time. That's a mistake I'm never repeating"

"It saved you from a possible criminal last time" muttered Oliver, and Felicity gave up on her shoe's clasp and whipped her head to stare at Oliver in disbelief.

"A possible criminal?" exasperation was obvious in her tone "He had a speeding ticket! One!"

"That's still against the law," Diggle pointed out but he was giving Oliver a warning look, as if to say don't push it.

Felicity scoffed then went back to clasping her heels. "I hacked my way into police records and a military base's system for the both of you," she points at each in turn "so if anyone should be scared, it's him of me"

"You should still tell us his name at least," tried Oliver "just a precaution"

"No I really shouldn't," Diggle opened his mouth but Felicity raced on to finish her sentence "and nor will I tell you where I'm going either. Don't try."

"This is absurd," said Oliver "you're being careless" and he knew very well that he she really wasn't and that he's definitely overreacting but he just couldn't stop himself.

"Alright, so.. Fun fact" Felicity said over cheerfully "I've been out with him once before, so I already know he's not a serial killer" she looked away guiltily as both guys stared in shock.

"That's good then" said Diggle as Oliver exclaimed "What!" at the same time. All three of them looked at each other a bit awkwardly until Digg cleared his throat.

"What Oliver means is why didn't you tell us? We have a policy of checking everyone before we date them" he gave her a meaningful look then added "remember Oliver's psycho ex girlfriend?"

Felicity nodded warily at that but Oliver stood in stoic silence. A second date. That sounded serious. Was it serious? Maybe it was. Maybe she's getting a boyfriend then, he thought. And maybe that's a good thing and he should be happy for her. He really should. So why isn't he?

"I'll check him up myself next time," agreed Felicity "but I'm not running to you every time I meet someone, guys. I already have one father."

Felicity's tone was gentle but firm and both guys nodded simultaneously, although Diggle looked normal while Oliver's eyes had storms raging in them.

"I should go." Said Felicity as she got up "I can't be late, I still need to get a cab to my place since I came here with Digg" she worried her lip between her teeth at the thought and Oliver had to turn away from the sight. This isn't the time to think of kissing anyone. Especially not the girl headed to a date right now. A girl who happened to be a friend and someone he worked with. A girl with a babbling mouth and a great personality. The girl whose smile lit up his days, and the one he made an extra effort to be slightly funny around; so he could get a glimpse of that smile. The girl he most definitely was not in love with. Not a little bit, not at all.

"I'll drive you," he offered off handedly "I was leaving anyway. You don't have to get a cab"

"Oh," Felicity smiled "thanks that would be great!"

As they left, Diggle shook his head at their retreating backs and gave an inaudible sigh; this was getting ridiculous.

The car ride went smoothly and silently. Oliver's mind whirled with thoughts he shouldn't be having but he kept his cool and didn't let any of it show, while next to him, Felicity fiddled with her bag and pretended not to notice his rigid posture. She knew him too well.

Once they slowed down to a stop in front of her building, Oliver killed the engine and gave her a sidelong glance. It eerily felt like he was dropping her off after a date rather than dropping her off to go on one. With another guy. The thought made him internally groan.

"So.." Felicity broke the silence "thanks for dropping me off, it's a nightmare getting a cab far from the club without getting seen."

"Sure," Oliver answered flatly "you're welcome"

"I should go since we're here and –" Felicity trailed off as she gestured in the general direction of her house and Oliver nodded.

"Yes, can't be late for the date" He regretted the words the second they left his mouth, and the fact that they sounded bitter didn't escape him either.

"Are you still mad about the background check?" Felicity sighed "You really shouldn't worry; I already –"

"Went out with him once, yes, I got that" He's being a jerk. He knows that and he wishes she'd just tell him as much and get out of the car but instead she stares at him with a weird expression on her face that would have any other guy squirming in discomfort. He just stares back.

"If this is really about legal stuff and potential criminals," she says with raised eyebrows "then I'd like to inform you that I spend most of my days with Starling's city most wanted, so again, I wouldn't worry about a speeding ticket or even a small robbery. Not that Nathan has ever robbed anything. Nothing that I know of anyway. Not that he may have because he's a nice guy –" She groans "Okay scratch that last part. You get my point"

"I do" He confirms.

"But you still look like I'm going off to war," she muses "so it's not really about my safety… it's something else" she cocks her head to the side with a thoughtful expression he recognizes too well "but what is it?"

He's tempted to nod along for her to get to the conclusion but also to deny everything she's saying –or thinking- and to pretend none of this ever happened. He just waits for her to figure it out.

"Wait" her eyes widen "you can't be…" she looks at him then away "No.. no. That's stupid" she shakes her head "Very stupid. Wishful thinking stupid" her head snaps in his direction and she blushes "oh my god please tell me I didn't say that out loud"

His lips twitch in amusement but he sounds serious as he asks "Wishful thinking on what?"

She's still blushing as she shakes her head and reaches for the door but his hand grabs her right arm to block the movement and the air suddenly feels charged and very much alive.

"What were you going to say?" He doesn't mean for his voice to come out a whisper but it does. "Tell me, Felicity" Her name comes out a soft caress from his mouth and she shivers. She didn't notice until now just how close they were. She didn't notice that he was fully turned towards her and that his breath brushed her cheek every time he spoke. Their lips were literally a breath away. All she had to do is lean a bit further and she'd be kissing him.

"Jealous" she blurted out then bit down her lip. Now she's done it. She wanted to bring up her arms and cover her face but his hand was still clutching hers and the skin where they touched burned.

Felicity expected Oliver to laugh at her or shout in anger. She expected a lecture on them being friends or a pitying let down where everything becomes awkward afterwards.

What she didn't expect however, was for Oliver to lean down slowly until his lips brushed hers. He gave her time to move back or pull away but she only moved closer. Until they were kissing properly. Until the gap between them closed and she was practically straddling him in the driver's seat. Until dates were forgotten and thoughts of any other guy melted away. Until they were both panting for breath and smiling like fools in love. Which, by the way, they were.

And that's how, many years later, when Felicity tells the story of her first kiss with her husband, she'll give thanks to Nathan –the guy she was supposed to meet- and Oliver would try to look offended and assure her that he would have kissed her anyway… eventually.

He'd also deny ever being jealous, as she shakes her head, and assure the kids that "daddy was only looking out for your mommy. No jealousy. Not a drop of it." And they'd all laugh as Diggle rolls his eyes and Felicity mouths "liar".

Felicity would also joke that they got the order of things all messed up; falling in love then kissing and going on a first date after that. But they were never ones for order and as love stories went, she reckoned theirs went pretty well.

After all, she wouldn't change a single line of it.

A/N: So how did we go from jealous!Oliver/date-night to married Olicity? I have no idea. None whatsoever, but I really hope you liked the outcome.

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