Tumblr Prompt: Huddling together for warmth by Anonymous

Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, John Diggle

The air misted in front of Oliver's face as he exhaled. Inhaling brought a sharp sting to his mouth and nose. Getting trapped in a meat locker had not been part of the plan.

"I'm s-so c-c-cold," Felicity stuttered beside him. She was huddled on the floor, legs tucked as close to her body as possible while he tried to see out the small frosted window on the freezer door. There was no way he could see to open the door from the inside. The hinges were even on the outside. They would have to wait for Diggle.

"Digg will be here soon," he told her. "Can you try calling him again?"

Slowly, she pulled her hands from underneath her arms to use her phone. "No," she said dejectedly. "The signal's too low. I don't even know how we got through the first time."

"Well, there can't be that many giant freezers in this place. He'll be here soon," Oliver said reassuringly. He sat beside her on the cardboard box they had pulled apart so they wouldn't be right next to the metal of the wall or concrete floor.

"This entire warehouse has dozens of climate controlled freezers," Felicity pointed out.

"But how many of them are storing meat? John will find us soon." Oliver said, glancing over at her shivering beside him. She was getting colder. He had already given her his overcoat. He pulled off his suit jacket her laid if over her legs. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her into his lap. "We'll be warmer this way," he told her softly when she looked at him curiously.

Jaw chattering, Felicity nodded, and made him wrap his outer coat around both of them.

"This was t-terrible undercover work," Felicity said after a moment.

"It could be worse," he replied, "could be summer with you in one of those sleeveless numbers."

She smiled slightly at that. "Be thankful for small blessing. They should really have handles on the inside of these freezers."

"That I can agree with."

Oliver thought back to his years on Lian Yu. There had been times where it got cold, but never meat locker freezing, and he'd always been able to do something to get warm. Holding Felicity close to him, he couldn't help but think if she had been there with him, things wouldn't have been so bad.

His life now would probably be very different though too, and he wasn't sure he wanted that trade.

Felicity shift on his lap and snuggled in closer to him and Oliver knew if he had to die, this was the best way to go.

"Does this not bother you?" she asked suddenly. "The cold, I mean."

He shrugged. "It would get cold on the island sometimes," he answered. "And holding you helps," he added softly.

Felicity stared at him, her lips slightly parted. He could mutter something about shared body warmth, but did he want to give a logical explanation? His eyes flickered to her lips. Even in this freezing cold she looked adorably kissable.

The opening suction of the freezer door drew their attention and Diggle stood in the frame. "You don't know how many of these I checked to find your –" he cut off taking in their positions. "Should I leave you two alone?"

Felicity stood awkwardly on cold legs. "If you don't have the heater running, John, good luck getting into your email this week," she told him, hobbling out of the freezer on numb legs.

Diggle held out his hand to help Oliver to his feet. "Sorry, man."

Oliver shrugged heading toward the warehouse entrance.

"I could lock you two in a closet if that's what it takes for you to make a move," the older man offered. "Be warmer than the freezer."