To Build a Kiss

One-shot: Nothing to Something

"Ohmigod, Oliver . . . talk to me," Felicity said, her voice laced with concern. "Oliver . . ."

That was his special phrase for her when he needed information about the bad guy du jour or the layout of a building. But tonight it was different, and the information she needed was to know that he was okay. That he was . . . alive.

"Oliver!" She repeated, her voice rising. Panic set in her heart and raced through her veins. She tried rebooting the comm system. Not hearing his voice had her on the verge of tears.

"I'm here," Oliver said, and he was. Literally.

Felicity spun around in her chair, her loose curls sailing through the air around her. "Oh . . . my god, Oliver. You really had me worried after I heard gunshots and then . . . complete silence after that."

Oliver reached inside his Arrow jacket and pulled out a mangled comm. "About that . . ." he said and smiled.

"Ohhh . . ." Felicity breathed deeply. "That must have been . . . close" she choked on her words, hot tears escaping down her cheeks now "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing. Really." He tried to reassure her.

She wiped at her tears as she left her chair and closed the distance between them. "Damn it, Oliver. Your nothings keep me up at night."

"Hey -" he started to speak but looked down into her eyes and stopped. Boldness settled in her and she held his gaze, not caring if he looked into her soul and saw that she loved him. She knew he loved her but was too stubborn about crossing the line he had drawn for himself after Russia. They stood, both thinking the same thoughts, the electricity between them crackling.

He almost died tonight.

And Felicity couldn't let go of that fact. She didn't want to let go of him. The bullet that zinged mere millimeters from his jugular as it sliced through the wiring of his comm gave her clarity.

And courage.

If anybody was going to make a move, it would need to be her. Determined, she took one final step bringing herself flush against his body. There was no mistaking her intention. Fisting the front of his jacket, her pent up feelings took over.

Felicity grabbing his jacket was all Oliver needed. That one move, that one touch broke his wall of reserve, but he let her make her move. Her assertiveness made his pulse quicken, and he was sure she could feel his heart beating under her fists.

She wasted no time in pulling him down toward her. The smallest sigh escaped her lips as she planted them over his. She breathed in his scent as she took his bottom lip between her own, savoring the taste of his skin.

The feelings, the love, and the thoughts Oliver had been harboring for Felicity rushed to the surface of his being and he returned her kiss. He reached his hands up to base of her neck, her skin soft under his touch. He swept them along her neck so that his fingers could lace through her silky hair and cradle her head.

"Felicity," Oliver breathed her name over her skin as his lips trailed up her jawline to her ear, and he tasted the salt from her recent tears.

She tilted her head back. "Mmmm . . ."

His lips were hungry and made their way down her neck. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice full of emotion.

"For what?" She gasped as he stopped to suck at the soft indentation of her collar bone.

He lifted his head and his blue eyes met hers. "For turning nothing into something," and their lips met again, as they would continue to do throughout the night.

A/N: I believe all of my one-shots in this collection have been with Oliver making the first move for the first kiss, so I thought I would write one where Felicity takes on that responsibility. I hope you enjoyed it. :)