Would You Love Me Less? > Arrow / Flash x Reader

Chapter 30

The music in Verdant was blaring the latest tunes as loud as physically bearable. I waded my way through the mass of drunk party people in hopes of finding Oliver in all of this. Maybe he'd be at the bar with Thea? I almost reached the bar before I heard a feint voice accompanied by a hand grabbing my arm.

I whipped around quickly to see Oliver with a content smile on his face. I always loved when he had that sweet smile. Normally I only saw it when he spoke to his sister or his mother; it was the smile of Oliver Queen forgetting for even just a moment that he was a vigilante... Must be nice.

He said something to me, making me point to my ear in confusion followed by a loud, "What!?" I saw Oliver laugh in response, although I couldn't hear his laughter over the music. He brought his lips closer to my ear and sent a chill up my spine when I felt his warm breath, "We need to talk. Outside?"

I nodded, letting him grab my hand and easily maneuvering the both of us through the crowd towards the exit.

I finally got some peace and quiet outside of the venue. I also got the opportunity to see how adorable he looked wearing a suit other than the Arrow one. Oliver gently rested his hands on both of my shoulders, "Y/N, something happened today."

Why is he acting so weird? What happened?

I decided to repeat my question out loud, "What happened?"

"Mm... Not important." He winked. "Do you want to have dinner with me?"

His question threw me back so much that it forced my words to spew out of my mouth faster than I could think of them, "Dinner? Like a dinner, dinner? Or like, just a dinner? Because if it's a dinner- dinner, then does that mean like a date? Like, a date- date?"

Oliver started to giggle at my flustered rambling, "Not like a date... a date."

He used a finger to gently grab my chin and close my parted mouth, "A date-date." He clarified with one last chuckle. I smiled wide in return. Oliver and I had spent many confusing nights together, but never a night out in public on an official date. "I would love to."

The whole 'I'm a member of the League of Assassins' talk can wait until a bit later. Right?

Oliver wrapped his fingers into mine, "Great... How do you like Table Salt?"

Excuse me?

"Um, are we going to be eating salt?"

Oliver chuckled once more, leading me towards a limo that had a driver standing beside the open door. "No, that's the name of the restaurant."

Oh wait, that must be the place that opened up a few years ago in downtown Starling City. "You mean the place Laurel deems 'ridiculously expensive?'"

Oli gave a "Mmhmn." in cue that he didn't necessarily care to discuss how much it costed- or more like didn't care about the money, because why would he? He's the richest man in the city.

"Oli, I am unbelievably underdressed." I pointed out, looking down at my jeans and tank-top. "Okay, we can just stop by your place before... I don't mind waiting."

I tried to pace my excitement when I reached the front door of my house. Whatever gave him the change of heart, I was grateful for it.

I picked out a full length dress to wear- tags still hanging off the side. To be honest, I bought that dress back in Central City when I left the League in hopes that I could put the past behind me and ditch full range pants.

I brushed through my hair a few times, then sat on my bed to put heels on. Just as I finished, I caught a glimpse of my book-bag that contained my suit in it. I paused and stared at it for a minute, "I don't need you tonight." I said to it, shaking my head.

I got up and grabbed my purse, but then looked back at the bag as if my gut was tugging my attention back to it. "Okay... But you're staying in the limo."

I grabbed the bag, then joined Oliver back in the limo. I was met with a "Wow!" making me blush instantly.

"What? Never seen a woman in a dress before?" I teased. "I've never seen you in one." He replied with a devious smirk. Nice one. "I can dress up!" I protested, attempting to push him over by his arm. "Uh-huh... Here I was thinking your closet consisted only of jeans, tank tops, and combat boots. Besides,-"

He leaned in and ripped the price tag off of my dress, holding it up with a wide smile, "Something tells me you don't dress up for much."

I shrugged while hiding my embarrassed blush, "Well maybe now I have something worth dressing up for." I caught Oliver staring contently into my eyes with his dark blue ones. What has gotten in to him?

Before I was allowed to think any more about it, I found Oliver holding the back of my head in his hand and his soft lips pressed gently against my own. I leaned into the kiss, denying my hands to opportunity to touch him so I could practice resisting him until my leg had healed.

Oh, hell- it's just one kiss.

Or two. Or three... Who's counting?

I finally let my hand to trail from running in his hair, to resting on his thigh. Doing this gave Oliver the go-ahead to use his free hand to grip my thigh under the slit in your dress. Luckily, he grabbed the leg that didn't have a bandage wrapped around it.

Oliver only pulled away from my lips when the limo stops in front of Table Salt. He used his hands to fix his suit jacket and tie; the driver opened the door moments after.

I was left out of breath while Oli got out of the limo first so he could offer his hand as help getting me out. I gratefully accepted, leaving my book-bag in the seat.

Two hours later, Oliver and I enjoyed dessert, which I barely had room for. Oliver never made reservations; the moment he walked in, the staff pushed him up to the front of the waitlist. It paid to be a rich man in the city.

"Is it weird?" I asked in an open-ended question. Oliver tilted his head curiously, so I continued. "Is it weird that we haven't talked about, y'know-" I whispered "Team Arrow?" To conclude my question.

I watched as his smile faded, "I just felt like we had other things we could talk about... and I was right; I have had an amazing night with you, Y/N."

My smile of his response made up for how much of his had faded. I started to play with my straw as a nervous tick. "I have to admit, I was thrown off when you asked me out for dinner."

Oliver raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, "Really?"

The waitress placed the receipt book in front of Oliver and thanked the two of us for stopping by. As she left, I heard Oli's phone beep a few times.

He groaned and let his hand surf his pocket to retrieve the phone. I could visibly see his face turn into Arrow mode. "Diggle is in trouble... We have to go." He stated.

The two of us got up, having already paid. "Is it okay if I get the limo to take you home? I really need to go..."

Since when did Oliver ask for permission? Unless this was his subtle way of telling me he didn't think I was ready to help. I nodded in response, "Yes, but what is happening?"

"Something about the League of Assassins... I can pick you up when I'm done." Oliver disappeared on his bike after the explanation.

Uh oh...