Felicity's point of view...

I descended the stairs into the Foundry, my heels clicking loudly on every step. It was becoming a disturbing habit of mine to rush straight from work at Queen Consolidated to the dark but comforting depths of the Verdant Club. But unlike all the other women my age who actually had lives, it wasn't to party the night away in the newest, trendiest bar in Starling City. No, certainly not. I spend my night tapping away at a computer, investigating all the horrible people who have far too much power and trying to concentrate as my boss with body carved by the gods hangs from the rafters above me, half naked, doing pull ups and other strenuous activities that make his physique particularly hard to ignore. Naturally, I find that last part both torturous and thoroughly enjoyable in equal measure. This particular Friday night I found Oliver once again beating the crap out of his weird martial arts training post as though it has personally offended him in some way.

Dumping my coat and handbag on corner of my computer table I turned to see that his will to break the wood in teeny, tiny pieces had not become distracted by my entrance.

"You know, sometimes I wondered what that thing ever did to you." I noted loudly over the constant whacking and grunting. Oh, the grunting.

He continued to pummel the post with increased fervour. Broody mood... noted. I rolled my eyes and turned towards my computers. At least they never got in foul moods.

"Nice to see you too..." I mumbled grumpily to myself as I began checking all my police and news alerts. Usually Oliver's moods never bothered me but it was as though he was constantly forgetting lately just how hard I worked between my day job and helping to fight crime by night, sometimes until the wee hours of the morning. I guess the lack of sleep and any semblance of life outside work was getting to me today, much more than usual. I suppose it doesn't help having a particularly bad day at work with not one, but five particularly stupid individuals in the Queen Consolidated office frying their computers and expecting me to fix them in two seconds, presumably so they could get back to playing solitaire. To add insult to injury, one of them even had the gall to hit on me lewdly as I fixed his computer; obviously thinking that he might as well try to get a quickie from the IT girl while she was in the neighbourhood. I was so preoccupied by my inner musings and furious typing that I didn't even noticed Oliver had stopped training.

"I'm sorry, Felicity," he said from right behind my chair, startling me with his sudden proximity. "It's been a long week."

I rolled my eyes. "You and me both, buddy." I mumbled grumpily.

Suddenly my chair spun 180 degrees, bringing me face to face and uncomfortably close to a hot, sweaty, and suitably contrite looking Oliver.

"I really am sorry." He said again, giving me the puppy dog eyes that make me knees weak and my resolve crumble… among other things.

"I know. I'm sorry too." I sighed and gave him a small smile. "I guess neither of us are at finest tonight, huh?"

I knew I was kind of being a bitch, and resolved to bring back happy, chirpy Felicity. At least for the rest of the night. However, just as I was making this oath my eyes made the fatal mistake of straying from his reciprocating smile to his collarbone as I followed a bead of sweat as it tracked south, over his pecs and down his delicious abs before disappearing at his waistband. Argh, it was far too hard to be chirpy while I was tired, cranky, exhausted and sexually frustrated, all at the same time.

"...your day?"

My eyes darted back up to Oliver's face to see an amused smile. Oops... sprung.

"Hmm?" I asked, desperately trying to draw my mind away from all the inappropriate thoughts running through my mind; many of which involved retracing the path of that one drop of sweat with my tongue.

"I asked you how your day was." Oliver laughed softly walking back over to his training area and picking up a towel.

"Awful." I replied with exasperatedly. "Not only did a large portion of the computers at Queen Consolidated decide to self-destruct today, but my supervisor had me personally deal with each and every mishap because apparently the rest of the IT department is occupied. Then one particularly sleazy accountant took it upon himself to stare at my ass as I reconnected the wires underneath his desk, while simultaneously telling me I should, and I quote, 'come fix his wiring at home'. I mean it might have been a while for me, but no way am I that desperate..."

Oh crap. I did that babble, word vomit thing again. Not only was I complaining about working at his family's company, but I also mentioned my ass and the fact that I was in a sexual dry spell, all in the same breath. Solid effort, Felicity. I think that is a personal best.

I looked up to see Oliver doing his best to not to smile at my embarrassment.

"And... I'm just going to go back to my computers now." I mumbled uncomfortably as I turned my chair back around.

"You know..." Oliver said, leaning over my chair and putting a hand on my desk. "As Oliver Queen, I could just have the sleazy accountant fired... or killed."

Oliver offered with a wicked smile so unlike him, and I wondered if he was even half joking about his homicidal offer. I also thought to myself that his wicked smile might just be my favourites. He was so close and his chest was still so gloriously naked that my heart rate seemed to be reaching critical velocity.

"Um..." I said, nervously clearing my throat. "I think I can handle one sleazy accountant."

"No doubt," Oliver chucked before standing up and walking towards the bathrooms he'd had installed in the basement, no doubt to shower.

What the hell just happened?

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