She did it subconsciously at first, finding herself buying more and more green clothes instead of the usual reds, pinks, and blues that her closet was filled with. It didn’t even occur to her what she was doing until one night she was sitting in her living room, painting her nails a shiny emerald, wondering why.
Of course, it took her about twoseconds to figure it out (she was agenius, after all). She was doing it for Oliver (well, for herself really); she was doing it because if
there was one thing he seemed to notice, it was her wearing green… his green. And when she did, he would
get that look, the one that
said that she was the only thing he was seeing, the one that stated she was
unequivocally, unapologetically the only
one he wanted.
It gave her a thrill to know she
had that much power over him, that much power over arguably the most powerful
man in Starling City.
And well, it gave her a thrill
because this was Oliver, who she’d
had an embarrassing crush on from the moment she saw him. Who smiled at her
when she babbled, and always took her ideas into consideration, who never
thought she was less than what she was. Oliver who, when he was usually so
suave (do people still use that word?),
had been nervous asking her to dinner… who, when they finally got together,
didn’t hide her or how he felt about her for even a second.
And so, she decided to step it up
a notch. She smiled as she went through her jewellery box, picking out something
she’d been saving for the right moment. Without another thought, she pulled out
her thick industrial piercing and replaced it with the one in her hand, before
heading out and towards the foundry.
Of course her plan was slightly
thwarted by another criminal thinking they could endanger Starling’s citizens
when it was under the Arrow’s protection. Fortunately, it didn’t take long to
take care of and the other members of Team Arrow were quick to take the
opportunity for a night off.
As they all slowly trickled out,
only Felicity and Oliver remained. She stayed quiet as he went through his
post-crime fighting routine (the fact
that he even has one says a lot about our lives), she herself shutting down
the monitors and getting ready to leave. Taking a moment to run a few software
updates, she readjusted her ponytail.
Suddenly she saw Oliver freeze in
her periphery, his eyes slowly focused on her new accessory. “Felicity.” He
said, dragging her name out in that way that he knew made her insides into goo.
Finally. She turned
in her chair, adopting an innocent air, despite knowing that he was onto her. “Yes?”
Oliver saw right through her, his
eyebrow rising in disbelief. But he played along, reaching forward to push some
stray hair from her cheek, his thumb tracing of the bar of her new industrial
earring. “What’s this?” He asked, though he obviously already knew, his fingers
tracing the tip of the miniature arrow she had bought a few weeks ago. (She just
hadn’t been able to resist – she had known it would make him look at her the
way he was right now, all smoldery
She smiled at him, cocking her
head to the side as she rose to stand in front of him, their chests a mere inch
apart. “Just something I saw and liked.” She applauded herself internally for
being able to keep her voice so steady.
“Is that so?” He murmured,
placing his hands on table behind her, trapping her between his arms and
crowding her back against it. She found her hands going to his chest, trying to
stay steady as her heart beat faster. Oliver smirked down at her, obviously
enjoying the effect he had on her, thatjerk. “I hope you know this isn’t going
to help your cover.” He continued, acting infuriatingly unaffected.
“At least it isn’t ‘I ran out of
sports bottles.’” She snorted, trying to distract herself from his proximity. “Seriously,
for someone who spent years surviving on an island, another few training in a
super spy agency, you had some really
bad excuses. Even I can come up with something better than that and I have the tendency to stick my foot in my mouth. I even
did it literally once, after one of my heels broke and I went falling down some
stairs. Let me tell you it was not pretty,
or in any way attractive.” She winced at her babble, turning her eyes away from
his amused gaze (this was not how this
was supposed to go) and instead focusing on his chest, her fingers playing
with the zipper of his leather jacket. “Which… is not the point I was making.”
She cleared her throat. “Point is I
can make a good excuse… and I like it.” She referred once again to the arrow
that decorated her ear, bringing her gaze back to his. Oliver still said
nothing, content to just look at her, which only caused her to get more
nervous. “And I hope you do too, because otherwise this whole thing would be
really embarrassing, because I’ve been waiting for weeks to wear it and I
Finally he put her out of her
misery and swiftly cut in. “Felicity.” He said simply, laughter in his voice.
Her mouth immediately snapped shut, only for
him to lean in and cover it with his own. She immediately sighed into his kiss,
winding her arms around his neck to bring them to a more even height. She felt
his arms wrap around her as well, pulling her flush against his chest, one hand
lifting to cradle her head, fingers tangling in her hair. She gasped when he
moved from her lips across her cheek and to that sensitive spot by her ear.
“I love it.” He whispered gruffly as he pulled
back from her heated skin.
Felicity, impatient, just let out
an approving sound before yanking his head back up to assault his lips. He
pressed her against the desk, causing it dig uncomfortably into her back, but she
found she couldn’t care less when he shifted down to the juncture of her neck,
his stubble grazing her sensitive skin.
After a while, he headed back to
her lips. “No green today?” He murmured against her mouth.
Felicity felt that odd power
surge through her again, bringing her face up to his ear. “Nowhere you can see.”
At this, Oliver’s eyes flashed
and darkened and he swiftly kissed the living daylights out of her. He only
pulled back when she sufficiently dazed, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
omg fuck off lol. i also bought a denim jacket frm greenshed in the city today and the lady selling it to me was talking about spilt milk and how everyone was wearing denim overalls and I was wearing denim overalls today n I don’t know if she was mocking me or what so I said something about denim and got outta thereee