Felicity pinched the bridge of her nose before caving in and opening her drawer from where she took some ibuprofen. She popped one in her mouth and swallowed it with some water. She had no idea if her headache was a residue of her time travelling, or just some after effect of spending the last few days in front of computer screens in order to get rid of porn viruses.

After her nosebleed, Caitlin had insisted Felicity get tests done. She'd protested at first, telling her friend a nosebleed didn't automatically mean giant brain tumor. Caitlin hadn't found it funny. For her friend's peace of mind - and to be honest, her own as well- Felicity had relented.

The results had come back clean.

Caitlin had put her finger under Felicity's nose. "If you say I told you so…"

Felicity had taken her friend's hand in hers. "I won't. I'm grateful I have a friend who takes care of me like you do."

Caitlin had given her a quick hug.

"I have to go back to work but my lunch break is in 30 minutes. You want to wait for me?"

Felicity nodded. "In the meantime can I go the the pediatric ward and watch the babies?"

"Felicity?"

She jumped in her seat, torn out of her daydreaming by Jonas Harper.

"You seemed lost in some pretty deep thought," he said with a smile. "I heard you took a day off to get some medical exam. I hope everything is ok?"

She wasn't sure if she ought to be flattered or offended or even creeped out by his curiosity about her or her private life, but she decided on the first, since his concern seemed genuine.

"Nothing to be alarmed about. Just a check-up," she reassured him with a smile.

"Oh good. Listen, I was wondering...uh…"

Was he blushing ? Felicity's heart rate accelerated and alarm bells resonated in her head. Oh no. I should have seen this coming. Wait, I actually saw this coming.

"Would you like to have dinner sometime?"

She opened her mouth, for once at a loss of what to say, except...

I can't, I'm kind of in love with your dead great-uncle.

But that would probably make the situation even more awkward, so she settled for "I would, but I'm...seeing someone."

He raised his hands with an apologetic smile. "Of course. I understand. Have a nice day, Felicity."

"You too, Mr Harper."

After he left, she looked at the other cubicles but they were thankfully empty. The last thing she needed was for a rumor to start about her and Jonas.

She closed her eyes, longing for the soothing presence of Oliver, the quietness of his house, the sense of familiarity and belonging she felt when she was there with him.

Which reminded her she hadn't gotten a reply yet for her requested days for the holidays. She hoped she wouldn't be denied. And if she was, well...she would take a sick leave, then.

She froze, opening her eyes. Woah. Ok, Felicity, stop right there. Your professional ethics are better than this. Come on.

She definitely seemed to have misplaced her common sense. First, by refusing to go out with a kind and handsome man - granted, he was her CEO which would open a whole can of worms, but still - then by contemplating taking a false sick leave to spend time 70 years in the past with a guy she barely knew.

She put her forehead on her desk with a groan.

"What is my life?"

The ringing of her phone was her only answer.

"Hello?"

There was a pause, then, "Aren't you supposed to introduce yourself?" Caitlin asked.

Felicity sighed. "Oh, right. Felicity Smoak, IT department."

Caitlin giggled. "Not to me, obviously. I know I'm calling you. What's going on?"

"I need a drink."

"It's 9.30 in the morning, Felicity. Did something happen?"

"Yes...no. No health issues, if that's what you're asking. But I can't talk about it here or right now."

"Ronnie has his fantasy football thing tomorrow evening. Want to go Chez Marta? It's been a while."

The idea of spending a nice evening with her best friend at one of her favorite restaurants reinvigorated Felicity.

"Great idea. I'll make reservations."

She really needed someone to tell her she wasn't completely screwing up her life.

"So on one hand we have Jonas Harper. Gorgeous, billionaire, nice guy. Alive."

"Also my boss," Felicity interrupted but Caitlin waved her hand dismissively.

"That's a detail. On the other hand, we have Oliver Queen. Also gorgeous, millionaire - but who's counting?- nice guy too, apparently, but with some issues."

"It's PTSD. Which is quite normal after everything he's been through."

Caitlin made a balancing gesture with her hands. "I sort of understand the dilemma, although I wish I could meet Oliver so I would understand why you're choosing to be with the one who's dead."

The waiter interrupted their conversation by bringing them their entree.

Chez Marta was full, as it was every Friday evening, but the two friends were in one of the many secluded corners for which the restaurant was well known for, allowing privacy which led to many proposals and happy announcements. It was the oldest restaurant in Star City and its cozy atmosphere and delicious food had kept them going for decades.

Felicity dived into her risotto with gusto. Her life might be a reality show but it would be cold in hell before she wouldn't appreciate a good meal.

"I haven't chosen anyone because, well...There's no choice to make. Jonas is my boss, and while he's very nice and great looking, I don't have those feelings for him. And Oliver…" She put her fork on her plate, taking a big gulp of her white wine. "I don't know what I'm doing with Oliver, but then again I don't know what I'm doing with my life, so..."

Caitlin smiled sympathetically. "Ok, you know I support you on this, and you also know I'm worried, especially after what happened the last time you came back. Now you're going to spend what...3 weeks with him? See what happens, take it one day at a time and see how things progress between the two of you, if they progress. And when you come back, you make a decision. Because one thing is for sure, you can't keep doing this for much longer."

Felicity sighed. "I understand and I agree. But what kind of decision am I supposed to make exactly? Staying in 2017 or 1948?" Felicity laughed and raised her glass to her lips, frowning when confronted with its empty bottom. "I already said it a gazillion times, but this is insane. I can't drop everything and go live in 1948. I mean, can I even vote?"

Caitlin chuckled. "Since the 1920's, yes."

"Oh. Good. But irrelevant, since it's not going to happen."

Caitlin smiled at her softly, and Felicity sighed. She wasn't going to like what her friend had to say, but Caitlin's honesty was one of the reasons Felicity loved her and why she was her confidant in this crazy experience.

"You will have to make a choice, if only because I suspect your body won't allow you to do this much longer. You will have to stop before...it's too late," Caitlin said softly, taking her friend's hand over the table. "You think you don't have to, but at some point it's going to be a vital necessity."

Felicity guessed what she was going to say next so she beat Caitlin to it.

"And if...when I do, I have to tell Oliver. I can't leave and never come back without saying anything."

She squeezed Caitlin's hand before letting it go. "Hey, for all I know we'll just stay friends and we'll say goodbye at the end of my stay and it will be the end of it."

She hadn't even convinced herself with that little speech so she wasn't surprised by the dubious look Caitlin sent her.

"I really like him, Caitlin. A lot. I know I barely spent a week in total with him but...I feel it in here," she said, tapping her stomach. "Not sure it's reciprocated, though. And if it isn't, I guess it will make it easier for me to leave."

"I'm not sure what to wish for you here, considering the circumstances...I just don't want you to get hurt."

"I won't. Especially not if we order their famous Tiramisu right now."

Caitlin gave her a look showing she wasn't oblivious to her little deflection, but let it go.

They asked for the dessert menu, and Caitlin pointed out something.

"Did you notice? The restaurant's been open since 1943. If Oliver wants to take you on a date…"

"It doesn't have to be a date. We can just have dinner together."

"Of course," Caitlin replied with a knowing grin. "You know, with all this I think you haven't asked yourself the real question."

"Which is?"

"How long can you live without wifi?"

"Oliver?"

A bit startled, the young man turned around and a big grin appeared on his face when he noticed Felicity on the kitchen's threshold.

"Hey! You just arrived? Wait, you're ok? No headache?"

She shook her head with a smile and walked to him. "Nope."

"Come here."

She slid into his arms, closing her eyes, savoring the feel of his firm chest against her cheek, the comforting warmth surrounding her.

"I missed you," he whispered against her hair and she smiled. She had missed him so much. Those three weeks had been interminable. But now she was here, and she was going to enjoy it to the max. Especially since there didn't seem to be side effects this ti...

Oh no. No, no, no, no…

Her tongue darted out of her mouth and her heart sank when she felt the coppery taste of blood on her upper lips. Why? Why did she foolishly imagine it would be different? The effects were delayed for some reason, but they were still there, just sneaking up on her at the worst time.

"Oliver, don't freak out, but I might have spoken a little too….Aah!"

A searing pain pierced her skull and she bent over, barely aware of Oliver's panicked shouts of her name.

She woke up a bit later, blinking out of her daze, wondering how she had arrived in Oliver's bed. Daylight was pouring out of Oliver bedroom's windows. She blinked a few more times, trying to get rid of the fog clouding her brain. At least her head wasn't hurting anymore, but she wasn't feeling so well.

Oliver was sitting next to her, his back against the headboard. He had a book in his hands, but his vacant look was a clear indication he wasn't actually reading. He noticed she was awake, and the way he discarded the book without even marking the page confirmed her impression.

"Hey." She grimaced at the hoarseness of her voice. Oliver took the glass of water on the nightstand and handed it to her.

"Thank you," she muttered as she tried to raise herself up. She felt terribly dizzy still, and she couldn't help the little whimper escaping her lips. All her muscles ached as if she had run a marathon.

"Careful," he said softly, helping her to take a few sips before putting the glass back. She let herself fall back on the pillow and he laid down next to her, his head resting on one hand, the fingertips of the other coming to graze her forehead. She sighed at the touch.

"I would ask you how you feel, but it seems pretty obvious."

She nodded carefully. "Everything hurts."

"You lost a lot of blood." It was said matter-of-factly but he couldn't disguise the worry in his voice.

"That probably explains the dizziness. The same thing happened when I got back the last time."

He frowned. "What? And you still took the risk to come back? Felicity…"

"I'm alright, Oliver."

"Alright?" He jumped out of the bed, went to the bathroom before coming back holding a towel covered in ugly brownish spots. "I don't know what the definition of 'alright' is in 2017, but my bathroom towel covered in your blood is not what I call alright."

Her eyes widened at his outburst, but the tense lines on his face, the way his jaw clenched and the firm grip he had on his towel made her wonder if he was angry, or scared. Or probably both.

He confirmed the latter when he threw the towel on the floor and came back to sit next to her. She didn't know what to say, so she just looked at him, and he sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout. I just...panicked a little. "

She took his hand. "It's ok, it's a lot of blood. It wasn't that much the first time."

"I wanted to take you to the hospital, then I remembered you don't technically exist here and…" He put his hand over his eyes, a slight shudder shaking his shoulders. "I didn't know what to do."

"I'll have to think of making fake ID papers for next time." she said with a smile.

"Don't joke about that."

"Yeah. So much for thinking...hoping...three weeks would make a difference."

"What happened the last time?"

"I just had a nosebleed. No headache though, or fainting. I did a CAT scan -an xray of my brain - but they found nothing. So when I arrived earlier and I felt fine, I really thought - naively, I know- I was out of the woods."

"Are you feeling better?" His hand took hers, and the tension vanished from his face, as if her touch had the power to soothe him.

She nodded. "Still a bit weak, but better."

"I was thinking of going out to eat, but let's stay in tonight. We can go tomorrow."

She gave him a little teasing grin. She felt comfortable being a little bit flirty."Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Uh...well…" Felicity giggled softly when she saw him blushing. "In that case, I should ask properly. Felicity, would you like to go on a date with me?"

Her heart swelled at his formal tone and the hopeful glint in his gorgeous blue eyes.

"I would love to."

A grin spread his face and she couldn't resist teasing him again. "A date is the least you can do since you already put me in your bed."

He seemed shocked for a minute, his eyebrows meeting his hairline and she bit her lips. Maybe that statement was a bit bold for the time?

But another smile soon graced his lips, this time very different. Not goofy or sweet, but much more...predatory. Especially as his eyes darkened as he leaned towards her.

"Felicity," he whispered and his low, raspy tone sent a shiver all the way to her toes. "If I really had put you in my bed, we wouldn't have time to go to the restaurant."

Her breath caught in her throat. She had been used to a sweet, kind Oliver but this new behavior...she liked it a lot.

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Get some more rest."

"Will we be going to John and Lyla's?"

"There are plenty of restaurants in Star City. We can go wherever you want."

She smiled. "Then I know a very good place."

"I told you I was a disaster in the kitchen." Felicity put the bowl back on the counter with a defeated sigh.

"I noticed, since there's more flour on your face than in the bowl."

"It's not my fault you chose a complicated recipe." she retorted and he half-laughed, half-scoffed in response.

"It's apple pie, Felicity."

She bumped his shoulder playfully and he laughed, wetting a towel. "Come here."

He wiped the flour delicately from her face and hairline. His other hand was on her shoulder to keep her steady and his thumb brushed the softness of her skin. She cursed internally as she felt heat invading her cheek at his touch, hoping she wasn't too red in the face. Hopefully the flour would cover most of it.

"I bet I look like Olaf." she joked.

He raised an eyebrow. "I could confirm that if I knew who Olaf was."

"Olaf is from a Disney movie called Frozen. He's a talking snowman."

Oliver let out a little laugh. "Interesting."

She started singing the first verse of 'Do you wanna build a snowman.' Oliver leaned against the counter, his arms crossed, watching her with a mix of confusion and fondness.

"Seriously?" he asked when she was done.

Felicity shrugged. "I'm a big Disney fan."

"I took my sister to see Snow White. I wanted to take her see Bambi but I was overseas at the time."

"Bambi traumatised me. Especially when the mother was killed. It's too sad. Don't do that to your sister."

"Ollie?"

"In the kitchen! Speak about the devil... It's Thea," he told Felicity as they heard someone come into the house.

Felicity held her breath, anxiety tightening her stomach. Not only was this Oliver's sister, but also the future founder of an extremely successful company, the very same company she was working for, though right now Thea Queen was just a young woman enjoying her life.

Thea appeared in the kitchen with a smile on her face, and Felicity recognized her immediately from the few pictures she had seen, although the grainy, black and white photos didn't do her justice. She had a fresh, impish face surrounded by brown curls. Her smile grew as she spotted Felicity.

"Hi. You must be Felicity. I'm Thea," she greeted her, holding out her hand.

"It's very nice to meet you."

Thea shrugged good-naturedly. "I was curious to be honest. My brother kept yammering on about you," she said, earning a glare from Oliver she completely ignored. "He told me you're from Boston?"

Felicity looked briefly at Oliver, remembering their 'cover' story. "Uh, yes."

"It's so nice to meet another woman who went to college. I might need some advice."

"Thea got accepted into Harvard," Oliver said, putting his arm around Thea's shoulder, not even trying to hide his pride.

"What, like it's hard?" Thea joked and he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Felicity had never regretted not having a sibling until now. Those two obviously shared a strong bond despite their age difference.

Thea refocused her blue eyes on Felicity. "Anyway, if you have some pointers and wish to share them...there wasn't a lot of women at MIT either, right?"

Felicity racked her brain, trying to remember the Institute's history.

"No. A dozen or so. I'm sure you'll do great though. And feel free to ask me anything," she added, although she hoped the questions wouldn't be too specifics.

"Thank you. Oh, and Ollie told me you had some luggage issues...feel free to help yourself from my closet upstairs."

Felicity was a bit taken aback but pleased by the kindness of the other woman.

"That's very nice of you. Thank you."

"What are you doing on July 4?" Oliver asked his sister.

"Hanging on with some friends, and Roy."

Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Roy…?"

Thea rolled her eyes. "Roy Harper. You know."

"I didn't know you were hanging out." Felicity smiled at the protective tone of his voice but Thea just gave him an exasperated look.

"We saw each other at Verdant a few weeks ago. He's the bar manager there. We spent some time together, it's all very new. Please don't get all protective big brother and give him a talk or something."

"I won't. Roy is a good guy. He's a bit older than you, but…"

Thea gave him another look and Felicity couldn't help but laugh softly.

Oliver raised his hands in surrender. "Ok, ok."

"But Felicity is welcomed to come to my surprise Birthday party."

Oliver shook his head with an affectionate smile. "It's not a surprise birthday party if you know about it, Thea"

Thea grinned . "As long as Mom doesn't know I know, we're good. And on that note, I'm off. I'll call you in the next few days," she told Oliver before turning to Felicity. "Bye, Felicity. It was lovely meeting you," she said, shaking her hand again, and Felicity assumed that contrary to the 21st century, people didn't kiss or hug when they barely knew each other.

"Likewise, Thea. Thank you for the invitation. I'll do my best to be there."

Thea left as she had arrived, a whirlwind of energy. Felicity wasn't surprised she had built a multi-billion dollar company from nothing.

"Well, that was my sister," Oliver huffed with a laugh but a fond look in his eyes.

"She's lovely. You two seem very close."

"We are. I'm happy that my years away didn't change that, quite the contrary. She's very bright. She deserves the best. I'm grateful you told me about the company. It's comforting to know."

They exchanged a smile and she briefly thought she could stand here all day looking at this fine man.

"Shall we finish that apple pie?" she said, wanting to go back to more simple tasks.

"Sure. Uh...About Roy…"

She gave him a blinding smile, making a zip gesture on her mouth with her fingers "Nope."

"It's amazing to think they will still be open in 70 years," Oliver said as he closed the door of Chez Marta.

Felicity caught his arm as they walked to the car. "I'm happy I could actually meet Marta. When I first started going to the restaurant she had already been dead for a few years."

Oliver opened the door and she turned to him with a smile.

"I had a really nice time."

Her companion raised an eyebrow. "Who said the evening was over?"

"Oooh, my mistake then." She sat down and he closed the door with a wink, which made her stomach do a little somersault.

This date was going extremely well so far.

Oliver started the car. It was a warm evening, a normal occurrence for the beginning of July. Felicity closed her eyes, enjoying the balmy breeze on her face as they drove. When she opened them after a few minutes, she noticed they weren't driving to Oliver's home.

"Wait, this isn't the way to the house?" she asked as they seemed to leave the suburbs and drove to a more wooded area. "Is this the part where I discover you're actually a serial killer?"

He rolled his eyes with a smile. "It would be the perfect crime though. Nobody will look for you in 1948 since nobody knows you're here-"

"Dig and Lyla know."

"They are my friends, so they're on my side," he replied with a smirk. "And in 2017 they will never figure out where you disappeared to."

"My friend Caitlin knows, but I doubt anybody would believe her," Felicity admitted with a laugh.

"Well, I'm not a serial killer, whatever that means although I can take a wild guess."

They had arrived at a promontory overlooking Star City and Oliver stopped the car. The amount of lights coming from the city was obviously not as strong as in modern times, allowing them to have a spectacular view of the stars, sprinkled all over the dark sky like glitter.

"Wow," Felicity breathed with awe. "I had no idea this place existed."

"I discovered it a couple years ago. Back then I couldn't sleep most nights so I would go for a drive. I ended here one day. I found it soothing."

She took his hand, squeezing it. "Thank you for sharing it with me."

They stared at the sky for a minute in a companion silence.

"Let me know if you're getting cold," he told her, always the gentleman and Felicity smiled.

"I'm good."

She was wearing a light sweater over her green floral dress so there was probably no risk of that happening. And Oliver's presence and the wine she'd had during dinner was enough to keep her basking in a pleasant glow.

He opened his door and went to open the trunk, coming back with a basket in which there was a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

"Time for dessert. Let's do this in style," he said as she let out a little squeal of delight upon seeing the bottle. "It's probably not very fresh but it will do."

"I thought the delicious tiramisu we had at the restaurant was the dessert."

"This is the second part," he winked while handing her one of the flute.

They clinked their glasses. "Let's toast to your holidays," Oliver offered. "Or rather your unusual choice of holidays."

"Hey, who would want to go to Bali when they can stay in Star city in the 1940's?"

He took a sip. "I actually wouldn't mind going to Bali."

She sighed."I've never been outside the US. First I didn't have the means, then with work I never found the time."

He looked into the bottom of his glass. "Hawaii was nice...considering the circumstances. And before that day, of course."

Felicity hesitated, but since he had broached the subject first…"Where were you?"

"There was this restaurant near our base, on the waterfront where we liked to go. We made friends with the owner and the chef, and when we had some time off John and I liked to go help in the kitchen. Well, mostly John, since he was so good at it, I just tagged along for fun, and for a chance to relax. That's where we were when the Japanese attacked."

He was looking in the void, obviously remembering that day, and she didn't dare say anything.

"The restaurant was mostly destroyed, and the chef was killed. I got hurt in the leg - got some shrapnel and glass - and John, who was the only one not harmed, helped me out. He saved my life by getting me out, the restaurant collapsed a few minutes after that."

Felicity took his hand, intertwining their fingers together. "I'll have to make sure to thank him next time I see him then."

He smiled, even though it was tainted with some sadness, and squeezed her hand.

"What you're suffering from, it's called PTSD. Post traumatic stress disorder. I did some research, and it won't officially being diagnosed before another 5 years," Felicity informed him.

"Is there a cure?"

"Antidepressants and antianxiety medication. Only with a prescription though. You can easily get addicted. And then therapy, of course."

"But none of which is available right now." It wasn't a question, more of a resigned statement.

She shook her head before pressing her cheek on his biceps. "I'm sorry, this is a heavy subject, we don't have to t alk about this. It's none of my business."

"No, I don't mind talking to you. I haven't talked to anyone about all of this in a long time. Even with John, we generally avoid the subject."

"You can talk to me anytime," Felicity offered softly. "I'm not as qualified as a therapist, obviously, but it might be good for you to unload some of it."

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, letting his lips linger a bit longer than necessary. "Thank you Felicity. I will. Just...not anymore tonight."

She disentangled their hands and took the bottle of champagne to pour their glasses. "So, tell me what's good at the movies lately?"

Felicity was sitting on the couch, letting the light summer breeze coming from the open window caress her cheeks. She looked at the glass of water she had poured herself, wondering why she did it since she wasn't thirsty.

She was alone in the house, which had been her intention since she really needed to think. They had planned on running some errands but she had claimed a slight headache - which had not exactly been well thought out since Oliver had immediately gotten worried, fearing it was a residue of her time travelling. She had quelled his fear quickly by pretexting she just wasn't used to the heat and it was nothing more than that.

He left reluctantly and she felt a little bad for lying to him, but she needed to be alone.

She couldn't stop thinking about Caitlin's words before she left - she was going to have to make a decision by the end of her trip. When Thea Queen had mentioned her birthday party, Felicity had been excited about it, before remembering it was at the beginning of August, meaning it would require another trip through the mirror.

And she wasn't sure how many more trips her body could take.

There was also, and this was the most important, the matter of Oliver.

What was going on between them? They had shared some really sweet moments the other night, and she would be stupid to deny there was attraction on both sides. There were also deep feelings on hers, but of course she couldn't talk about Oliver's. Because what if he had feelings for her?

What if he asked her to stay with him? Would she be able to do it? Would she be able to completely uproot her life in 2017 and leave everything behind to come live in 1948 permanently?

What would she do every time a big tragedy happened, knowing about it ahead of time but not being able to do anything ? How could she live with the knowledge there wouldn't be much of anything she could do to prevent it? And what of the risk to changing the future? Could it precipitate an even bigger catastrophe?

This was such a momentous decision.

At the same time, the idea of never seeing Oliver ever again created a gaping hole in her heart she was sure would never close again.

And maybe, Oliver didn't share any of the same feelings and she was just tormenting herself with useless, presumptuous questions. Felicity rubbed her forehead with a sigh. Her pretend headache was threatening to become real.

She heard Oliver come back, heading for the kitchen, probably to drop his shopping bags. It wasn't long before he appeared in the living room, a still worried look on his face.

"Hey. Are you feeling better?"

She gave him a reassuring smile. "Much."

He sat in front of her on the table, moving the glass of water aside. "Penny for your thoughts?"

Of course he had noticed something was bothering her, and the thought filled her heart with love and her stomach with dread. Fate had been so benevolent to put each of them on the same path, but also incredibly cruel by separating them by several decades.

An actual lifetime.

She sighed. "I love your house."

If he was surprised by her random statement, he didn't show it. "Technically, it's your house too. Or it will be in 70 years."

"Then I prefer this version, the one where you live in it. The 2017 version feels hollow."

"What surprises me is that I was still living there after all these years. Why didn't I go to a nice retirement home?"

Felicity shrugged, unable to answer him. Another thought occurred to her."Why did you never come find me?"

Oliver laughed. "And say what? Can you imagine 90 year old me coming to see 20 something you with 'Hey, please come see the mirror in my attic?' How long until you call the cops on the creepy old guy with a suspicious offer?"

"Good point. That is not a very good pick up line."

"To say the least."

She bit her lower lip, her eyes capturing his. "It would work better if you used it now."

His eyes widened and his pupils darkened, letting her know he had understood the implication behind her words. She had said them without thinking, but she wasn't about to take it back. Anticipation tightened her belly and she held her breath when he leaned toward her and took her face in his hands. His touch awaked every single nerve ending in her body.

"Felicity, would you like to come see the mirror in my attic?"

She giggled before closing the distance, pressing her mouth against his. They both let out a moan at the contact, a long awaited desire finally being fulfilled.

Felicity put her hands on his thighs, but it wasn't enough. She needed to be closer to him, so she rose from the couch and shamelessly straddled his lap. She absentmindedly felt her knee bump into something but didn't pay it any mind - especially since Oliver's hand, taking advantage of their closeness, had sneaked under her shirt. She let out a breathy sigh when his cool palm wandered over her warm skin, and as her fingers came to lightly scrape his nape a groan escaped his throat and his own digits sinked into the flesh above her hip.

The touch was pleasurable but since Felicity was also ticklish it made her squeak, effectively breaking the moment.

Oliver laughed when he realized what happened. "Really?"

She shrugged and grinned.

He brought his hand to her cheek, caressing it softly, looking at her in wonder. "I've been wanting to do that for a while."

"The feeling was mutual," she replied softly and their lips met again, less urgent but still passionate. She particularly enjoyed the way he was nibbling at her lower lip.

"My butt is wet."

She looked down and noticed the thing her knee had bumped into was her glass of water, which had pooled around Oliver's behind, effectively dampening his jeans.

She chuckled. "Oops, sorry."

"I'm not. That was really worth catching a cold."

"That's not...how catching a cold works."

"I know. I was joking."

She shook her head before reluctantly getting off of him, letting him go change. He pressed a soft kiss on her lips.

"I'll be right back."

She watched him leave, the sentiment of elation in her heart battling heavily with all the consequences this was going to entail.

Things just got a lot more complicated.