Even though I love Oliver and Felicity, I feel it's important for there to be that sense of chase between Oliver and Felicity. I love a slow burn because I find that once I get what I want, I don't want it anymore! So have some Raylicity. This is a version of the Raylicity kiss but without Oliver walking in. Poor Oliver! :( I think it's a one shot, let me know what you think.

Felicity watched as Ray Palmer strolled into her office. She felt so guilty leaving him to help the team when he'd gone to so much trouble to get her to come to dinner. He didn't look angry though; there was another look on his face. Something she couldn't quite define.

"Thought I might find you here," He said as Felicity looked back to her computer.

"I thought I'd get a jump on that server inscription you asked for." She clasped her hands together and turned to look at him. An apologetic and slightly uncomfortable smile crossed her lips, "Trying to, you know," she turned in her chair, "make up for ruining your deal tonight." She said sadly. If she could control the words that came out of her mouth, most of her problems would be non-existent.

"Your definition of ruined is vastly different from mine." He said, letting out a long breath. "The Carter's are gonna sell."

Felicity was taken aback; she thought she'd completely ruined his whole, charming Ray Palmer pitch, which, no doubt he'd rehearsed. "That's amazing."

Ray shrugged, "It's all thanks to you."

Felicity smiled warmly, why did he always make her feel so great and so smart? She turned out of her chair and sauntered around her desk. "But really, I should be thanking you."

Ray watched her hips as she made each step. The way they swayed from side to side in that perfect blue dress. He had to buy her more dresses, he decided. He had good taste.

"No just for the job, but," she smiled and brought her hand to the necklace Ray had given her to wear. "For this amazing, expensive necklace." She ran her hands over her collarbone and smiled, she knew it was on loan but she liked to mess around with him. "You have to take it back, don't you?"

"Mmm, yeah." He gave her a lopsided smile, "Kinda do."

She chuckled, he like how relaxed she was. He couldn't think of any other woman he'd rather take to dinner. He wanted to take her out again, but he knew it wasn't professional. He knew she only went to dinner with him as a co-worker and nothing else. He watched her reach for the clasp and stepped towards her, "Let me help you."

She knew it wasn't really an offer or a question; he was going to help her anyway. She felt his warm hands at the back of her neck and he undid the clasp and she thanked him.

"Felicity Smoak, you're…" he searched for the right word but his mind for some reason could trying two coherent thoughts together, "different, from any woman I've ever met."

Her blue eyes met his and she felt the necklace leave her neck, but he didn't step back. "You deserve all those things, and more." He saw for the briefest of moments, her eyes flicker to his lips. He looked at her's, hesitating for just a moment for deciding. He was Ray Palmer for godsake, he was a go getter.

He leant his head towards her and when he felt the softness of her lips, his eyes dropped closed. He felt her shock and a second later, he felt her relax. She was sweet, delicate and passionate all at once.

She felt his large hands on her, one at the spot where the necklace he held once joined together and the other at her waist. His fingers clasped tighter as he tilted his head forward to get more from her and she melted into him and just as it started he was mumbling an apology and moving away from her.

Felicity didn't understand. Why was it that every time she kissed someone, it was like a toxin that repelled them.

"I'm sorry, um," His hand moved away from the back of her head and she watched in confusion as he spoke, "I meant to keep tonight platonic."

He didn't want to upset her, he didn't want to stop kissing her but he didn't want her to think she was hired because of his attraction to her. He'd never hire someone for that reason. He liked her, but he needed to give it time. "I should go."

"Ray?" He hand rested on his lapel as he turned away from her.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He nodded at her and smiled, he knew he'd just ruined everything they built in that one line.

"Ray," she said, reaching for his arm to bring him back. "You can't just kiss me like that and walk away."

He dropped his head and let out a small chuckle, "I didn't want to scare you." He raised his head and cocked his brow, "We're in your office." He looked around her, "What if someone saw us?"

"You're the boss," she smiled, "I'm sure you can't get in trouble." She joked, wondering if he was going to just turn her down like every other guy she thought she had a shot with, but instead he stepped back towards her and took her hand.

"Will you come with me?" He asked, looking at her intently. She nodded, letting herself be pulled along the top floor of Palmer Technologies towards the elevator. A spark jolted inside of her as the elevator doors opened to reveal the empty space. He pulled her inside, "This is very adolescent of me, Miss Smoak, but would you like to make out in the elevator?"

She let out a smooth laugh and shook her head, "Just close the doors already."

He pressed the close button and then the round and red stop button that would keep the elevator closed until he restarted it. She stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do and suddenly reminded herself of her teenage years when she'd play seven minutes in heaven.

"Come here," he said, turning to face her, his dark eyes on hers. Melting her thoughts. She obeyed and stepped towards him, as he wrapped one hand around her waist while the other sat lightly on her hip. He leant down and nipped at her lips once, taking her bottom lip between his and gently letting go. She moaned into his mouth and he did it again. That's when she moved her hands up to his lapel and tightened her grip. She needed him.

He turned them around and she felt her back hit the elevator wall as he pressed into her. His hands pulled her tight to his body and she wrapped both arms around his shoulders. Her lips parted as his tongue jolted into her mouth, he felt her hand gripping his hair as she pulled him closer. He needed her too, in more ways than one.

"Felicity," He breathed, his lips ghosting across her jaw and down her neck, "I feel like," he kissed her neck and she tilted her head to give him more room as she felt her self weakening, "we're getting," he kissed her again, "carried away," he told her and she shook her head, he moved up to her ear and placed tiny kisses on her lobe. "You should tell me to stop."

"I don't want to." She sighed and the low and throaty tone of her voice made Ray's need for her grow. "You're good at this." She mumbled, her voice dripping with desire, "You're an overachiever."

He laughed as the hand on his hip slowly moved upwards and stopped just under her breast. "I go after what I think is valuable, Miss Smoak." He hummed as his other hand moved to her collarbone. He looked at her and down to her chest, he wanted to see more of her milky white skin. He desperately wanted to drag down the clasp of her dress and pull it down her body with his teeth. He wanted to hitch both of her legs around his waist and thrust into her as she called his name. "Felicity," he moaned as he brought his lips back to hers, "If we keep going, I won't be able to stop."

"Oh," Felicity murmured, kissing him again then pulling away to look up at him, "Party Pooper." She hated to admit it, but she knew that if they kept going that the only way it would end would be with her calling out his name in climax. She wanted that, but she knew she wasn't ready for it. She'd never slept with someone she hadn't been in a relationship with. She never would. She loved to kiss though, boy, she loved to kiss and Ray Palmer was great at it.

His hands dragged back down her body and sat on her hips, "That was the best secret make out session I've ever had." He gave her his goofy smile and she looked up through her lashes.

"Me too." She smoothed down his lapels and let out a contented breath. "Do we really have to go back to work now though?" She mumbled.

"No," he laughed, "You're going to go home and get some sleep because tomorrow night we're having dinner. Just us, no boring people. Unless you think I'm boring."

"You're definitely not boring," she said, "unless you don't give me a goodnight kiss, cause that will be boring otherwise."

"Oh, I'll be kissing you Miss Smoak." He assured her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before reaching over to restart the elevator. He heard it powering up again and with a ding the doors opened. He followed her out and towards her office where she placed her clutch bag under her arm and stepped back towards him. She had a dangerous smile. Dangerous because it made him want to do bad things. Things he definitely couldn't do at work.

"Goodnight, Ray." She stood on her toes and kissed him and a moment later she was in the elevator headed down to her car. He watched from his window as she climbed inside and started the engine before moving down the street towards her apartment. He couldn't wait to see her again.