I was listening to a favourite song of mine and suddenly I had endless ideas for Olicity one-shots based on "Stay the night" by Hayley Williams and Zedd. So here's number one. I hope you enjoy it!

They never talked about it.

It started the night after Oliver saved her from Slade. That fight had been the most difficult yet. Slade had kidnapped both Sara and Felicity. His goal had been simple; make Oliver choose between the two most important women in his life. Slade had underestimated the Team though and it had cost him dearly. He hadn't anticipated the arrival of Nyssa to save Sara or the Mirakuru antidote that Felicity had developed with the help of Barry Allen. He'd been pulled into a fight with Oliver, Roy and Diggle and hadn't expected the syringe that pierced his skin. By the end of the fight, by the time Oliver killed him, he was no longer a super soldier; he was just a broken man with a broken neck.

That was the first time that Oliver Queen snuck into her apartment.

She was still sore from the fight when she woke up two mornings later. She was in the middle of her morning routine when she realised that something was different. She wandered throughout her apartment and had almost given up when she caught it. The barest hint of Oliver's scent lingered in the air. She followed the scent to the couch and realised that he'd slept in her apartment. She glanced over at the window which he'd closed and somehow locked on his way out.

She didn't say anything to him about it when she reached the office. She shot him the usual smile as she walked into his office and prepared him for the day. They went through the usual motions like nothing had changed.

He came back the next night and the night after that. Life went on and neither of them mentioned it. She thought he might believe she didn't know. Nothing was ever out of place and he always arrived after she was asleep and left before she woke up.

She wondered once or twice if he just missed Sara. She'd left Starling City with Nyssa after the showdown with Slade and all signs pointed to her never returning. Felicity put all jealous thoughts from her mind when she realised that his reasons didn't really matter to her. When she looked closely enough, which she did more often than she probably should, she could see that the bruises beneath his eyes were less defined. He seemed less weary, less tired.

So she said nothing.

After a week and a half of waking up to the lingering presence of her boss, friend, hero and sometimes crush, she realised maybe he didn't plan on stopping.

It had been a long night on the comms at the foundry. Oliver had come back a little more battered and bruised than usual. He had been silent as her hands dutifully and gently tended to his wounds. He thanked her quietly before she left for the night.

"Sleep well." She breathed out before climbing the stairs and driving home.

That night she left a pillow and a blanket on the couch. She went through her usual night routine and fell asleep quickly.

The bedding was folded exactly the way that it had been the night before. But as she raised the pillow to her face, she breathed deeply. The scent of his body wash, sweat and something entirely Oliver assaulted her senses. Felicity smiled before moving to get ready for work.

She arrived at QC and there was a cup of coffee, exactly the way she liked it, waiting on her desk. She could feel his intense gaze on her and she smiled. Felicity glanced up at him through the glass, but his eyes had moved to the screen in front of him.

She left different bedding and a clean pillow on the couch each night. Her laundry bill had certainly gone up but she couldn't find it in herself to be upset about it. The tiredness had long since left his eyes and his smile came more easily. She also felt safer knowing that he was sleeping out on her couch each night. His presence chased away the Slade-filled nightmares and she wondered sometimes if maybe she did the same for him.

She was laying on her couch one day watching Doctor Who. It was a rare day off and she planned to enjoy it. She stretched out and her feet met resistance as they hit the end cushion. Her eyebrows wrinkled for a moment as she realised just how small her couch was. More of a loveseat really. How did Oliver manage to sleep on a couch that was too short for her? Her mind ran over various scenarios until images of a very shirtless Oliver curled up on the couch played on a loop. She let out a shaky breath and shook her head. That's enough of that.

It had been three months and they still hadn't acknowledged the fact that Oliver Queen spent only moments each day away from her. Neither of them said a word when she spent nearly two month's salary on a plush, leather couch that was long enough to accommodate a man taller than Oliver. Her salary as his EA was exorbitant and she'd decided that the money was definitely worth it. Even if she herself was never at home often enough to use it. It was worth it.

The morning after the couch arrived, there was coffee, a breakfast bagel and the largest bouquet of flowers she'd ever seen waiting on her desk. She busied herself finding a vase big enough to contain the wild assortment of beautiful and colourful flowers. She knew before looking that there would be no note. She could feel his eyes on her as she ate her breakfast and sipped her coffee. Typically, his attention was elsewhere when she finally turned to look into his office.

He had an important meeting that afternoon. As she raised herself onto her toes to straighten his tie, his hands fell to her hips. His thumb rubbing small circles on her left hip and the smallest of smiles were the only acknowledgment she needed.

Things changed when Felicity was taken hostage by a frantic Sebastian Blood. She'd made the connection between Slade, Cyrus Gold and the Mayor. Oliver had hooded up and followed her directions to Blood's base of operations. She'd heard his roar of frustration over the comms before he told her that the place had been abandoned. He'd been upset when he returned for the night. She'd said goodnight and headed home. She was thinking about how to make him feel better when she was grabbed from behind. She was just feet from her door but a tiny pinprick told her that she wasn't nearly close enough. Her last thought was that Oliver would be there soon and he'd know.

She spent the next twenty seven hours strung up in a dingy basement about a block from Verdant. Her legs were tired and her arms burned. She was glad to note that despite Sebastian's knowledge of her involvement with the Vigilante, he knew nothing of Oliver's identity or where their base of operations was. She listened tiredly as Blood rambled about Slade Wilson and master plans. He seemed to consider himself to be something of a hero and she barely concealed her snort of amusement. The guy was a wackjob. Turns out that gorgeous Laurel had been onto something after all.

The window shattering and covering them both in glass was their only warning that Oliver had arrived. Blood had been prepared for it, had kept a gun trained on her from the moment he'd taken her. She could see the hard lines of tension and feel the waves of fury rolling off of Oliver in spades. He didn't say a word even as Sebastian threatened him. There was an arrow protruding from Sebastian Blood's eye socket and one in his chest before he could pull the trigger. She watched as the man dropped and the gun clattered out of his hand to land at her feet.

She stared at the dead man for a few moments before lifting her head to look at Oliver. He was staring at Sebastian and his shoulders were heaving as he fought for control. She reached for him and winced when the manacle yanked her aching arm back. The clang of metal brought Oliver's attention to her with a jerk. He was suddenly in her space and she couldn't quite catch her breath. His hands worked on her bindings as short puffs of warm air left his lips and caressed her forehead. She felt herself relaxing despite the pain in her arms and legs, and her forehead dropped against his chin. His body went rigid for a moment before his hands began working more quickly. Her hands were suddenly free and with nothing to hold her up she fell forwards. He caught her and crushed her against his hard chest. Her cheek rested against his vest as she listened to his racing heart.

She woke up the next morning in her own bed and realised that things had changed. His scent lingered in the air above her and her eyes caught the chair that was not beside her bed the day before. He'd been upset enough to leave evidence behind.

She knew she shouldn't go into the office. But she'd already missed a day during her kidnapping and she needed to see him. So she stepped off of the elevator and walked into her office. Her tired arms wouldn't cooperate for a moment as she tried to take off her jacket and place her purse beside her desk. He was furious, she knew without looking up at him.

She raised her chin and walked into his office. He was glaring at a spot over her shoulder as he stood from behind the desk and moved to stand in front of her. She waited until he'd gotten himself under control and was able to look at her. His jaw was tight and he looked exhausted. She doubted that he'd slept since before she'd been taken. Her fingers were moving along his jawline and she must be more tired than she thought because she doesn't remember raising her hand. She watched her fingers brush a trail across his relaxing jawline for a few moments before her blue eyes raised to meet his. He was staring at her intently and he'd never been harder to read. She dropped her hand and stepped back.

"Thank you." The words didn't seem quite enough and she wasn't even sure if they covered everything she was feeling. Thank you for saving me. Thank you for staying last night.

"Always." His tone was tight but sincere.

She saw the promise in his eyes and nodded.

She moved the chair out of her room that night and placed new bedding on the couch. She woke up the next morning to the sound of her living room window closing quietly. She smiled at the thought of him oversleeping before rolling over to turn off the alarm that was set to go off soon.

It only took a few days for those bruises under his eyes to fade this time.

She began setting her coffeemaker to go off at 6:30 every morning. She left her second favourite mug, a Movember gift covered in moustaches, on the counter each night for him. And every morning she'd awake to half a pot of coffee and her Tardis mug in its place.

She was halfway through hacking into the bank account of notorious drug dealer when a laugh escaped her lips. She covered her mouth as another giggle fell out. Oliver and Roy glanced up from where they were sparring but she shook her head before burying her face in her hands.

"What's so funny?" Diggle asked behind her.

She took a moment to calm herself down before making up a lame excuse about hacker lingo. Her lie fell flat and she could feel Oliver's eyes on her curiously.

She couldn't very well tell them that she'd imagined what her neighbours would say if they ever caught the Vigilante sneaking in and out of her window every night and morning. She and Oliver had never discussed it and she doubted that Dig would approve. Roy for sure would make a joke that would make even Oliver blush.

She left a key on his pillow that night. And it was gone in the morning.

There were no gifts waiting on her desk that day. But when Felicity walked into his office Oliver stood before her with an unreadable look on his face. He reached forward and pulled her into his arms. She was surprised but she wound her arms around his neck. His arms pulled her closer before his forehead dropped to rest against hers. His blue eyes were wide and full of emotion as he stared down at her. Her heart was crashing in her chest and she could feel the speed of his pulse under her fingers.

Oliver took a deep breath and then another before he lifted his lips just high enough to press against her forehead. Her eyes closed until he took another deep breath and pulled away. Felicity's eyelids fluttered for a moment before she smiled up at him.

"So, what's on the schedule for today?" He asked smoothly as he made his way back around his desk.

Her hands brushed down the sides of her dress before she answered him.

His arm was wrapped around her waist and his hand lightly gripped her hip as he steered her through the crowd. Her eyes carefully tracked the movements of the people around her and she heard him chuckle.

"Relax, Felicity. This is a work function." He teased lightly.

She laughed. He was right of course. It was just that usually when he was guiding her through a room like this, and she was dressed the way that she was, they were on a mission.

Although it could be argued that their roles at QC and the functions that went along with it, were missions themselves. Felicity certainly wasn't a real EA and Oliver was reluctantly a CEO.

They made their way around the room as Oliver schmoozed investors and board members. They had finally gotten rid of Isabel Rochev and Oliver needed to make sure that he had the full support of the bigwigs. Felicity remained by his side and provided colour commentary and the names of anyone he'd forgotten. And if his hand never strayed from its place on her hip, well she wasn't complaining.

After two hours of talking to countless guests she found herself being pulled onto the dance floor. She shivered as his hand grazed lowly across her back before settling on the other hip. She placed a hand in his and rested her palm against his shoulder. She nearly stumbled as he pulled her closer. She knew that she should be worried about propriety and gossip. The whole company thought that he spent his nights at her place anyways. Which he did, technically speaking. They just didn't spend their nights together together.

A sigh escaped her lips. He raised an eyebrow in question but she simply shook her head. He replied by pulling her further into his body. Her hand moved to his neck and her thumb rubbed absently against the skin there.

A shudder ripped through her body as his fingers traced the bare skin of her back. He smiled against her temple. She rested her cheek against his shoulder and enjoyed the moment. She ignored the whispers and the knowing glances. And so did he.

When he walked her to her door that night she fought to roll her eyes. He dropped a kiss to her forehead before leaving. They both knew he was coming back. What was the point of all the pretense?

Her agitation only grew as she pulled off her ball gown. She understood why they hadn't said anything at first. She even kind of liked the cloak and daggery feel of it all. She loved having a secret, something with Oliver that no one knew about.

But they'd been doing this for almost a year now. She'd given him a key to her apartment for God's sake. And there was nothing to show for it.

She stood in the middle of her bedroom in her underwear with her hands on her hips. She needed more. So did he.

This place they were in was kind of awesome, but it was also nowhere. She hadn't dated in over a year and neither had he. They were standing still.

They were going to have to talk about it.

She threw on a long t-shirt and laid on top of her covers, waiting. Her front door opened just an hour after he'd dropped her off. She heard him quietly moving around in the living room and then there was silence. She waited a few minutes before she got up and walked out of her room.

He was sitting on the couch with his elbows resting on his knees and his head buried in his hands. His clothes were folded neatly on her coffee table, leaving him in only a pair of boxer briefs. Felicity's eyes widened as a wave of lust shot through her. She'd seen him in just shorts before. But the sight of him in his underwear in her living room was so domestic. Did he always sleep like that? She gave her head a shake.

She stood in front of him for a moment before stepping forward and placing both hands in his hair. He had yet to look at her and she wondered if he was angry or embarrassed. Her hands slipped from his hair to land on his jaw. She pulled until his hands dropped into his lap and his chin raised. He took a deep breath before his blue eyes caught hers.

There were words that needed to be said. Things that needed to be worked out. But that could all wait until morning.

"Come to bed." It wasn't quite an order but it wasn't a request either.

She watched with amazement as his blue eyes darkened. His hands shot out and landed on her hips. She bit back a gasp as his palms moved over her the straps of her underwear and under her shirt until he found bare skin. A low growl tore through his chest before he dropped his forehead to lean against her belly. His hands caressed the skin of her hips and her lower back as his hot breath puffed against her stomach.

"Are you sure?" He mumbled against her navel.

She waited for a moment, trailing her fingers through his hair.

"I think it's time. Don't you?"

Everything after that was a blur of hands and lips and teeth. Whimpers and groans, grunts and screams filled the apartment. He was everywhere and he took her with him. Words and assurances of love were whispered against skin and screamed to the heavens.

They didn't leave her bed for two days. And he spent every night afterwards in their bed.

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