I find myself a little overloaded with Olicity ideas lately. Which means it's difficult to continue my other stories. I figured the best course of action would be to have a one-shot series (so that I'm not constantly continuing one-shots). All of these are loosely based on or inspired by songs that I love. This one is 'I wanna dance with somebody', the cover by Ben Rector. Listen to it, it's the best.

Enjoy!

I wanna dance with somebody

I wanna feel the heat with somebody

Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody

With somebody who loves me

Oliver Queen leaned against the bar and raised his wineglass to his lips. The pull of his suit jacket was now unfamiliar and he did his best to ignore the discomfort that he felt with the tie wrapped around his collar. He savoured the flavour of the red wine as it filled his mouth. Felicity had chosen well.

"Mr. Queen." William Branson acknowledged him as he passed by with a nod. Oliver nodded back, amusement hidden as the elderly gentleman paraded his 'wife of the month' around the ballroom. The man certainly wasn't Oliver's favorite board member but he had been influential in bringing Oliver back into Queen Consolidated. He was a shrewd businessman and he'd been a good friend of Moira's. His taste for young blondes and smoking jackets brought to mind Hugh Hefner rather than Donald Trump. Though, he supposed that he would take support wherever he could.

It had not been an easy year.

After the dust had settled, Starling City had been a different place. The corruption in the Mayor's office had caused outrage amongst the populace. The details of Isabel's part in the 'Starling Riot' had only been revealed to the public recently. Oliver knew that Felicity Smoak had carefully leaked the details online. He knew that she was the real reason he was once again the CEO of his father's company.

Upon learning of Isabel's involvement in not only the riot but also in Moira Queen's death, the media had clamoured to support the only remaining Queen in Starling City. Demands had been made of the ailing QC as stockholders threatened to bail out.

He had only been CEO for two weeks now. This fundraiser was his first official event since he'd been renamed as CEO. Felicity had been busy for the past two weeks planning and organizing the event down to the last detail.

His eyes roamed the room in search of his blond assistant. She had been buzzing around speaking with all of the important investors and guests for several hours now. A flash of green caught his eye and a smile graced his lips as he found her.

She was stunning. She'd chosen an arrow-green floor-length gown with black lace embellishments and no back. Her long blond curls hung loosely against her bare back and shoulders. Her makeup was light and her lips were painted a brilliant red.

She'd had the attention of every male since she'd first arrived to the party.

The woman was a Godsend.

The last year had been a test upon the team and on the two of them in particular. Oliver had gone to work for A.R.G.U.S as he worked to get his family's company back. Felicity had begun doing contract IT work and John had become a driver for a wealthy family with adorable twin girls. Gone were the days where the three of them worked together day and night.

And he'd missed it.

The call from the acting CEO of Queen Consolidated and the prompt job offer upon his arrival had been a relief. But as he stood in the office that had once been his, he'd wondered how he could possibly do it without his team. There had been days before Slade's return where he needed Felicity and John more in that office than he did in the Foundry or on the streets.

He'd been sitting in his old chair, staring out at the city when a familiar sound greeted him. His head swivelled to face her old desk as the sound of high heels clattered towards him. A grin stretched his face as she walked through her former office and into his. His face must have shown surprise as she snorted and placed her hands on her hips.

"What? You thought you could actually do this without me?" She had teased, brows raised.

He'd simply shaken his head, sure that his words would betray him in that moment.

He watched as she moved from a particularly curmudgeonly investor to speak with the CFO's assistant. Felicity threw back her head and laughed at something the woman had said and Oliver's breathing stuttered. Her curls brushed against the naked skin of her lower back and his fingers twitched.

Shaking his head, he turned back towards the bar. Catching the bartender's eye, he said. "I need something a little bit stronger, I think."

The bartender grinned and handed him a scotch, on the rocks. Without tasting it, he knew that Felicity would have ordered only his favorite scotch. He wasn't disappointed as the familiar liquid burned a path down to his chest.

His eyes remained on her and he wondered if he looked as predatory as he felt in that moment. The fact that the men in the room had only looked and never approached her seemed to confirm his suspicions.

Logically he knew that he had very little right to feel possessive of the beautiful blond woman. She'd given him the opportunity more than once. He was a coward though, and had only smiled as she rambled on about his declaration of love and how real it had seemed.

The orchestra struck up another tune and Oliver found himself crossing the room. He placed his hand on the patch of exposed skin that he'd been staring at for several hours and pulled her to his side. Felicity's friend left immediately and Oliver's hand turned Felicity into his body. Her hand had reached out to rest on his chest without conscious thought. Her brows were puckered in concern and Oliver had the sudden urge to kiss the concern away.

"Is something wrong?" She asked, tone laced with worry. "Roy said that he could cover for you tonight and-"

Oliver shook his head and led her onto the dance-floor. "Dance with me."

It wasn't a question but it stopped just shy of being a demand. His thumb brushed against her spine for a moment before her frown faded and she placed her free hand in his. His eyes met hers and he began to lead them in a slow waltz.

"This is my favorite song."

Oliver's lips twitched upwards. "I know."

The smile that his words elicited was blinding. Not for the first time he wondered just how on earth he'd found her.

"You're beautiful." He told her solemnly.

Her eyes sparkled and he knew that his wording hadn't gone unnoticed. She wasn't just beautiful tonight in her green ball-gown. She was beautiful in the lair with her ponytail and sweaters. She was gorgeous in the office in her 'secretary skirts' and she was beautiful in the pjs she slept in every night.

"So are you." She replied dreamily, giving him only a moment to smirk before shaking her head. "I mean, well you are actually kind of beautiful. But we both know you're ridiculously masculine and manly and um hot? Wow, it's a little warm in here."

A chuckle rumbled deep within his chest as he pulled her closer. She dropped his gaze and rested her cheek against his shoulder. A sigh escaped her lips as his fingers brushed tenderly against the bare skin of her spine.

One dance turned into two and after several long minutes, everyone in the room stopped keeping track. As Oliver swayed with Felicity in his arms he realised that this was everything he'd ever wanted. And as her fingers absently scratched at the base of his scalp he decided that he was done fighting it, fighting her. His eyes caught Dig's and the two of them shared an understanding smile. Dig nodded in approval before taking his leave.

The night was winding down and the guests had begun to trickle out. Oliver pulled away from Felicity after the last song ended and tangled his fingers through her own. The two of them made their way through the thinning crowd and headed for the exit. No words were spoken as he helped her into the black car, though he never dropped her hand. Dig was silent as he drove them towards Felicity's apartment.

Oliver's hand covered the smooth skin of her lower back as the elevator stopped on her floor and they walked towards her door. Felicity unlocked her door before turning to face him. She smiled softly up at him as he reached out to cup her cheek gently.

"Tonight was a success, huh?" Her words were disarming and he found himself grinning.

"You'd make quite the event planner, Miss Smoak." He replied with a wink.

His smile dropped as his thumb brushed across her cheek. His gaze fell to her lips. "It wasn't a lie."

"Hmm?" Felicity hummed in question as she enjoyed the feeling of his hand on her cheek.

"What I said, last year. In the mansion." He clarified. His eyes rose to meet her now alert gaze. "It wasn't a lie. Slade did take the wrong woman."

Felicity frowned. "I asked you about it. On the island."

Oliver gave her a sad half-smile. His hands cupped her face softly. "I wasn't ready. It was too much. But-" He paused, searching for courage.

"But?" She breathed out hopefully.

"I'm ready now."

Felicity's hands fisted in the lapels of his tuxedo jacket. "You are?"

He took a deep breath and nodded. "I loved you then and I love you now, Felicity."

A breathy sob passed through her lips as tears fell from her eyes and over his hands. "I love you too, Oliver. I always have."

The tension that had filled his chest for the past eight years loosened. He felt moisture gathering in his own eyes as he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

"Hey, Oliver?" She whispered as she snuggled deeper into his chest.

"Yeah?" His fingers traced mindless patterns against her naked skin.

Felicity pressed her lips against his tattoo, against his heart. Oliver closed his eyes and revelled in the feeling of it. The last several hours had been everything, and still not enough. He could spend the rest of his life in her arms and still need more.

"What changed?" She asked finally.

Oliver smoothed a hand over her curls as he thought over his answer. Even now he wasn't entirely sure. Nothing had changed per se. She had been his right hand from the first moment they'd met. He'd seen and coveted her light from the beginning. She'd been beautiful even before he'd first seen her. She'd worn green before and she'd dazzled the pants off of everyone she'd come across.

And yet he'd finally given in.

"It was your favorite song." He answered at last. "And before I knew it, I was touching that patch of skin I'd been staring at for hours and I was pulling you onto the dance-floor. Nothing changed, not really. It's always been there. I just didn't fight it this time. I'm sorry it took me so long."

Felicity reached up and traced her finger over his eyebrows. "I'm not. I wasn't ready back then either."

Oliver pulled her closer and wondered where he'd be without Felicity Smoak. A little snore escaped her lips and he buried his grin amongst her curls.

It didn't really matter. He was here now.

I wanna dance with somebody

With somebody who loves me

Any thoughts? Thanks for reading!