Hello! This one-shot is what I consider a fun drabble. It was fun to write and if anyone seems OOC here, it's because I wanted to keep this light and funny. I'm still tempted to write angst but I'm enjoying the change so far.

Thanks for everyone who reviewed and followed the story so far, you guys keep me going.

I got the prompt for this chapter from InkPaperDoll488. Hope you like it!

I don't own any arrows. Or the Arrow, for that matter.

Felicity's face is definitely on fire. She could feel the flush all the way from her chest to the tips of her ears. And if she wasn't blushing at first, she sure as hell started to once Diggle walked in. Why is she blushing?

Well, it all started out innocently enough with Felicity coming to the training room to tell Oliver about an update she had. He was shirtless and sweating as he fired arrows at various moving targets. The moving targets were some of the many additions in the new lair. She had come up with the idea to save the lives of future tennis balls. It required a lot of technical work –and Diggle's help with construction- but the effort was worth it when Oliver saw them and smiled at her for the first time in months (It was a few months after Tommy's death and he wasn't doing a lot of smiling back then)

As she arrived to the room earlier, she had averted her eyes from his bare chest and thrust the documents she had found to his face.

"Just point out which one of those locations I should focus on," she said without looking at him "there are too many warehouses in each one. I can't check them all."

You'd think that a little over a year of working with him would have given her some kind of immunity to his muscled body and brilliant eyes, but no such luck. She still caught herself staring every now and then.

As Oliver skimmed the papers, she wandered around the room and fiddled with the various objects. The floor was scattered with all types of training mats and lifting weights. She was just thinking that it's dangerous having all those things lying around, since someone may trip on them, when her shoe caught onto something and she lost her balance. Her arms flailed to no avail in a desperate attempt to right herself.

She braced herself for impact and squeezed her eyes shut, knowing that she'll fall on one of the metal weights and probably crack her skull open. However, the only thing she felt was pressure around her waist then her head being lowered gently to the ground. She cracked her eyes open to find burning green ones staring at her.

Oliver looked torn between mild anger and amusement. His eyes were juggling the two emotions and she prayed that he'd settle for laughing at her; because an angry Oliver wasn't something she wanted to deal with at that moment.

"You could have gotten yourself killed," his voice was flat but she could still glimpse the amusement hiding in his face "what did we say about watching your feet around here?" He sounded like a cross parent and despite his serious tone, Felicity found him slightly funny.. and hot. He's hot when he's angry. Not that she'd ever admit it out loud.

And this is so not the time for that. She internally chastened herself. Damn it, Felicity, focus!

"You should be more careful," he continued without waiting for an answer "you're lucky I was standing close enough to reach you in time."

She opened her mouth to thank him but at that particular instant, his eyes widened ever so slightly and something shifted in his eyes. It took her a moment but she instantly realized why. It just occurred to her that he was still holding her down. His skin was warm were his arm wrapped around her waist, while his other hand supported his weight above her. His face hovered a few inches over hers and his legs and torso were pressing against hers. His pupils were mostly blacks and she knew exactly what that meant.

She had to get up now before she does something embarrassing like blushing. Because she was most definitely not blushing at the moment. Not even a little bit.

Aha. Yep, right. She heard a little mocking voice in her head.

Oliver's eyes momentarily flickered to her lips but before she could react to that or even move a muscle, the door opened and the situation got a whole lot worse.

"Oliver, there's –" Diggle's voice cut off and he groaned "Man, not in the training room." he shook his head as he looked away "don't you two have somewhere else to.. uh.. go?" And now she was most definitely blushing. A full body blush that started at her chest and burned all the way up to her hairline. She hated those most. She wasn't sure what was worse; Diggle's assumption that her and Oliver were actually doing something or that he assumed they'd do that here.

Oliver moved too fast for her to see. One second he was practically lying on top of her and the next he was on his feet and offering her a hand to help her up. He didn't look at her –or at Diggle- as he pulled her up but she could swear that she saw a faint pink dusting his cheeks.

"This is not what it looks like," started Felicity "really. Not at all what you're thinking. Not even close." Oliver lowered his head as she spoke and rubbed the back of his neck. "I just tripped." She said helplessly.

"You tripped." Diggle repeated skeptically then crossed his arms "Let me get this straight. You tripped right into Oliver and then somehow you both ended up straddling each other?" his tone said that he was having way too much fun with this "Well, it's known to happen." He shrugged with a straight face and Felicity was going to kill him just for that. The sarcastic ass.

She stared, speechless, at Diggle. Wondering what could one even say to that.

Oliver cleared his throat then shrugged. "Yes, something like that." He and Diggle exchanged a glance then his lips twitched at the corners. Felicity threw her arms up in exasperation.

"You two are impossible." her face would be permanently colored red if she blushed any harder. "This isn't funny" for once she was at a loss for words and didn't know what else to say, so she opted for snatching the folder –that now lay forgotten on the ground- and heading towards the door. "Clean up that mess before it gets someone killed" she gestured to the floor as she carefully watched her steps.

Once she left the room, she didn't step a foot again in it for a week.

I hope you found that slightly funny because I kinda grinned the whole way through it. Reviews would be most appreciated and if you give me a prompt I'll give you my firstborn child (I honestly don't know what you'd want that for) or food. I'd go for food.

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