A/N: I love it when you're in a conversation and someone says something that immediately births a "plot bunny" in your head . . . and it leads to a fun story with our adorkable Felicity.

Disclaimer: I'm just playing around in CW's and DC's awesome playground.

Feel Me

Aiming high, Oliver released the bowstring and watched the carbon arrow fly across the span of the alleyway and burrow into the concrete at the top of the seven-story building. Tugging at the cable attached to it, Oliver looked at Felicity.

"Hold tight," he said, putting one arm around her waist.

She looked up at him. "As always."

Felicity had done this so many times by now in their quick getaway runs that it was becoming second nature to her. She loved how her body would mold like clay to his as they sailed to safety.

Tonight was no different. Their data collection missions always seemed to go smoothly as she hacked her way into computers and obtained top-secret files. The problem always started when they were ready to leave. All hell would break loose. Like tonight.

Oliver gave one last tug on the cable. "3 . . . 2 . . . 1," Oliver warned.

"Gee, you sound like me. Did you just have an inappropriate thought, Mr. Queen?" Felicity didn't have to look at Oliver to know he was in serious eye rolling mode right now.

They leaped in unison into the still, night air against the backdrop of a clear sky full of stars.

"Beautiful stars!" Felicity couldn't help but admire them even though the circumstance wasn't optimal.

"Sorry - lil' busy right now, Felicity," Oliver grunted as he propelled them toward the other building.

Two henchmen employed by their latest target from "the list" busted through the barricade Oliver had used to block the door to the rooftop. Guns raised, the men chased after them, stopping at the edge of the roof. They fired their guns into the air, bullets zinging past Oliver and Felicity. Felicity was positive one of those bullets sliced a section of her hair off. She'd have to check when – if – they got back to the Arrow Cave.

They landed on a balcony, but their momentum caused them to roll roughly into a large glass window. The glass broke and showered them with hundreds of pieces of sharp glass. They scrambled onto their feet and ran into the safety of the office building. They made it through the labyrinth of hallways and stairs and down to the street.

As they approached Oliver's car, he opened the doors with the remote and they hopped in, not bothering to look behind them. The gunshots had stopped, but that didn't stop Oliver from speeding like a Daytona 500 driver into the night.

They reached their lair in record time thanks to Oliver's mad driving skills, and Felicity finally felt like she could take a breath.

"Ouch!" Taking that breath hurt her ribs.

Oliver walked over to her, a look of concern spread over his face. "You're covered in cuts."

"Yeah, well, that's secondary to my ribs hurting from that fall onto the balcony right now. And look at you – you have a few cuts, too."

"Let's get you fixed up first." Oliver lifted his hand to her face and gently touched her cheek with his thumb where a sliver of glass was embedded. "Sit down while I grab the first aid kit."

The Arrow Cave's first aid kit was more like taking a trip to a hospital's emergency room. It was stocked with everything and was ready to handle most any medical issue. The word "kit" really didn't do it justice as they housed their medical supplies in four rolling toolboxes.

Oliver took his time tending to Felicity's cuts, making sure to remove all the shards of glass.

"Okay – that's done. Lift up your shirt."

"I bet you say that to all the girls." Felicity earned another eye roll from Oliver. She really needed a tally sheet to keep up with them.

He examined her ribs, pressing into each of them with his fingers. Felicity bit her lip and closed her eyes, wishing she were not so ticklish. Relieved that none of the ribs appeared broken, Oliver decided all they required was wrapping for a day or two. As he reached over to the "kit" for the Ace bandages, he groaned.

"What is it?" Felicity asked.

"Jus' my shoulder," he tried to rotate it but winced from the effort. "Must've bruised it crashing onto the balcony of that building."

He worked through the pain in his shoulder to wrap Felicity's ribs. "Okay – it's your turn. I need you to feel me."

"All over?" The words flew out of Felicity's mouth.

She immediately grimaced at her comment and cursed herself, doing her own eye roll. Oliver stretched his arms out to his sides, palms up, like he was about to be frisked. He tilted his head, and his lips curved into a small smirk enjoying, as always, Felicity's lack of self-control with her inner thoughts.

"Whatever it takes," he replied, grinning wide at her expense.

A/N: As always, thank you for reading this story. I like to combine action with some Olicity. Let me know what you think! :))