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Felicity POV

"It's your call," he responded with a wide grin plastered on his face. He lifted his glass of champagne back up to his lips taking another sip. His face scrunched up in disgust as the alcohol hit his taste buds once more. He set the empty glass down on the coffee table in front of him.

"That is an extremely dangerous power to bestow upon me," I responded biting my lip nervously. Why was I so nervous? Sure I had nerves on the island, but not like this. You think he might run back to Sara or Laurel. What if the only reason he turned to you was because he thought he would never see the other two ever again? Life or death situations can make people do crazy things. My brain was causing me to doubt myself, and it was doing a great job.

"I live for danger," Oliver said interrupting my thoughts. Oliver's eyes drifted over to my lips. After a few seconds of his fixated gaze, I realized that he seemed to be completely enamored by my lip nibbling. His lust filled gaze caused my stomach to do a barrel roll. Nervously, I cleared my throat causing him to shift his eyes to his glass.

"Here, let me help you onto the couch," I said trying to cut through the sexual tension that was seeming to thicken by the minute. I bent down over him and used the little strength I had to lift him up. My face became buried in his chest as I struggled to pull him up. His body was so warm, and in that second all I wanted to do was stay glued to him forever. Thankfully, Oliver had one good leg and helped me move whatever I was unable to lift. I managed to move him the short distance between the couch and the chair.

"There we go. Let's just set you do..." I lost my footing and came crashing down on top of him. I felt him suck in a painful, sharp breath. I lifted my head from his chest and looked up at him. "Oh my gosh! Oliver I am so sorry! Are you okay?! God, I am so clumsy! You were just so heavy...NOT that I'm calling you fat! It's all muscle and abs... I mean you could grate cheese on those bad boys... Did I just say that out loud? OH my God I did..."

"Felicity," he cut me off before I could make an even bigger fool of myself.

"Yes," I whispered back hanging my head in shame.

"Look at me," he replied putting his hand under my chin. He turned my face to look at his. I was met with a look of yearning. The feeling of our two bodies pressed up against one another suddenly became extremely apparent. His thumb gently brushed against my cheek as his steel-blue eyes began burning holes into mine. "I'm fine," he muttered not seeming to care at all about the pain anymore.

Silence filled the room. My heart was racing like a horse. Neither one of us made a sound, but my brain was not silent. Thousands of thoughts raced through my brain; the main one was KISS HIM.

I couldn't take the silence anymore. I was going to go insane. "Are you sur..." He pulled my face towards his and his lips met mine. His lips tasted like alcohol and chocolate. Without breaking the kiss, I moved into a sitting position onto his lap. He let out a grunt against my lips and I realized I accidentally hit his leg again.

"Shit, sorry," I breathed breaking away for a second. He pulled me closer to him in a way that let me know he accepted my apology. His hands ran through my hair as he deepened the kiss. His teeth grazed against my bottom lip causing me to let out a surprised gasp. He let out a chuckle that tickled my skin as he began trailing kisses down my neck. His hands left my hair and made their way down to my lower back pushing me closer and closer into him.

My fingers worked their way down to the hem of his shirt. He paused his trail of kisses to allow me to lift his shirt up over his head and shoulders. He resumed his heavenly kisses as my fingers ran over his muscular figure. I wanted to feel skin on skin so bad. He seemed to read my mind as his hands reached the hem of my shirt. He began lifting when the doorbell rang. We both froze for a moment. For a moment I considered ignoring it, but then I remembered who it was.

"Shit! I forgot I ordered pizza," I whispered placing my hand over my mouth. Fixing my shirt, and my hair, I got up and headed toward the door. The doorbell rang once again as I snatched my purse off of the coat rack. I grabbed a twenty dollar bill and swung the door wide open. A teenage boy stood waiting with a box in his hand. He had a surprised expression on his face. I must have scared him when I threw the door open.

"Felicity Smoak?" He asked trying to shake off the look of surprise.

"Yup that's me. Here's a twenty,keep the change! Have a good night!" I exclaimed snatching the box out of his hand and replacing it with a twenty dollar bill. His mouth opened to interject but I slammed the door and slid the box onto the counter top.

"Now where were we?" I asked rushing back to the man of my dreams.