Drabble Request from Goodinthewoods: Olicity! Oliver offers to train Felicity and they get sweaty and handsy...once again, take it as far as you'd like!

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"Can't I just watch you work out on that instead? You know, work out vicariously through you?" Felicity tried, gesturing at her favorite piece of Oliver's exercise equipment, the salmon ladder.

Oliver sighed and shook his head. This was her fifth attempt to get out of their training session today and they had only been in the Arrowcave for ten minutes. Patience, he reminded himself. "Mmm, I don't think that's how it works," he said, covering his irritation with sarcasm. "Come on, Felicity. You agreed with Diggle and I when we said it would be best if you started some training, to keep you better prepared for the kind of things that tend to happen to us."

"Yeah, and by 'training' I thought you meant stopping by the gym a block from my apartment once a week or so," she insisted, hands on her hips. "Like, a little treadmill action or some yoga."

"Yoga." Oliver deadpanned. "You think 'yoga' will help you if you get attacked on a mission or someone tries to kidnap you. Again."

Felicity rolled her eyes at the exasperation in his voice. "Okay, maybe not, but still. You and Diggle's brand of training is not really something I am prepared to handle. Remember the last time he tried to train me, cause my lower back sure does?" she grumbled, her hand unconsciously rubbing her back.

Oliver sighed again as he looked to the ceiling, seeking the energy and tolerance he would need to get through the day. "Look, how about you just let me go through some basic self-defense moves with you? Nothing hard, I promise," he cajoled, trying to move the session along; they would be there all night at this rate.

Felicity twisted her mouth in thought, contemplating his offer. Oliver was most definitely a stubborn man, if she didn't acquiesce now she had a feeling her workout options would become less favorable very fast. "Fine," she sighed, dropping her bag unceremoniously to the floor. "But if you give me a sore back then you're gonna be the one to fix it!" she declared, pointing a polished blue nail at him. Her eyes widened and her finger dropped as she realized the possible implications of what she had just said. "Uh, I mean- never mind, let's just start you working me out, er, working out! With me! You working out with me!" Felicity said, stumbling over her words as she tried to fix her mistake, only to make it worse. "Oh god…" she whispered as she ran her hands down her face, turning away and pretending to fiddle with her water bottle.

Oliver merely raised an eyebrow at her verbal slip. He allowed a smirk to cross his lips as she turned away, shaking his head in amusement. He was quite used to Felicity's lack of a brain-to-mouth filter by now, yet the slip ups still secretly amused him. He found them, dare he say, cute, though he could never let her know that. He cleared his throat, dismissing the thoughts and moving over to the mats. "Whenever you're ready," he called to her.

"I don't suppose you'll take 'never' for an answer?" she asked as she grudgingly approached him.

"Nope." he said, smiling as he began the lesson.

A couple hours of basic techniques, and far too many breaks for Oliver's liking, and he was satisfied that she knew the moves enough to put them into practice. Felicity, however, did not agree with his assessment.

"But it's only the first day, and you promised, 'nothing hard,' remember?" she complained as he moved in front of her.

"This is nothing you aren't ready for," he assured her. "Trust me."

Felicity looked at him dubiously but made no further complaint.

"Now, I'm going to come at you, and I want you to react how I've taught you, alright?" Oliver said, dropping into a fighting stance. At her blank stare he ducked his head down to catch her eye. "Hey. You can do this Felicity," he assured her, smiling at her encouragingly.

She tentatively returned his smile and bent her knees, bringing her hands up in front of her.

Oliver began slowly, throwing slow punches and jabs, letting her get used to sparring. He was pleased that she was able to keep up, blocking and dodging his movements. He threw in words of encouragement as they practiced, noticing her confidence and abilities seemed to increase after each positive sentiment.

After a while he began integrating more complex moves into their mock fight. He barely had a moment to think he was perhaps moving a bit too fast as he moved to sweep her foot out from under her when she overcompensated for her change in balance and crashed into him, knocking them both to the ground. Oliver took the brunt of the fall, landing hard on his back with Felicity landing on top of him. It knocked the wind out of both of them for a moment, putting an abrupt stop to their sparring match.

Oliver raised his head, meaning to apologize for pushing her too far, too fast, but found himself face to face with Felicity, her nose barely an inch from his. Her face was flushed, from their work out or their current predicament, he wasn't sure. He could feel every curve of her body pressing into his and he was enjoying the feeling far too much for someone who was trying to distance himself from these sorts of feelings. This was dangerous territory, but Oliver wasn't sure he had the strength or will to do anything about it.

Fortunately for him, Felicity's brain kicked in before he did something he would regret, or worse, something he wouldn't. Her eyes had flickered down to his lips briefly before widening almost comically and she was suddenly pushing off of him, scrambling away, apologies flooding from her mouth. She refused to meet his eyes as she got to her feet and rushed to her bag. She feigned an important voicemail that she just had to check and hurried up the stairs and out of the room.

Oliver let his head drop to the floor, a deep sigh leaving his lips as he closed his eyes. Training Felicity is going to be much more difficult than I expected, he thought, opening his eyes and staring up at the ceiling once more for a few seconds before pushing himself off the floor, preparing for her return.