Season 3: Rebuilding

3x18: Other Sides

Synopsis: After learning a dark truth about Thea, Oliver struggles to regain balance and find a solution that will earn him back his sister's love before all is lost. When Simon Cross makes it clear he's not about to let Queen Consolidated go without a fight, Oliver is forced to reveal his true colors and up his game.

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3x18: Other Sides

"Uh-uh," Oliver shook his head as he leaned over the backrest of the chair. "That's not me."

Felicity snorted as she leaned back in her seat to glare up at the man behind her. Her blue eyes shone with disbelief. "Excuse me?"

"It's not me," Oliver contended as he met her gaze pointedly. His lips pulled upwards at the edges, but still he frowned and argued, "It can't be."

Felicity shook her head in amusement as she turned back to the video playing on one of her monitors in the foundry. She pointed to the unsteady man in the frame, dancing a humping sort of thing and swirling a pink boa around his head. "That is you, Oliver Jonas Queen, wild and crazy in Las Vegas back in -06."

"No."

"No?" Felicity's grin widened.

"I would never wear leopard-printed pants," Oliver snorted indignantly, though Felicity knew it was mostly for show.

"It's Vegas, baby," she joked in turn and winked at him.

Still, Oliver would not budge. "Nu-uh."

"Please. You can clearly see your drunk face when you dance towards the camera. I particularly like the striptease that ends with you face-palming the ground," Felicity fast-forwarded to the part in question and laughed as she watched it for the thousandth time. Oliver sighed, but his gaze wandered across the woman's carefree expression slowly, memorizing every inch of her smile. "A classic, right there."

Oliver tried hard to suppress his smile as he felt her energy rub off on him. He cleared his throat as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Who else has seen this, Felicity?"

Felicity shrugged. "Just Diggle."

"You swear?"

"Occasionally, sure," Felicity smiled and glanced back at the man's exasperated face. "No one else. Scout's honor. And, as I've already told you, there's no trace left of it online. I erased it all. You're safe."

Oliver swirled her chair around to face him as he leaned against the armrests. A devilish grin spread across his face as he watched her surprised face. "My hacker heroine."

A slight blush crept up her neck and cheeks. Her lips darted to his lips and back to his eyes. "... Always."

Oliver leaned in to capture her lips in a kiss.

Before he could even consider pulling back, Felicity wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips parted slightly and Oliver happily accepted the invitation as he deepened the kiss. She moaned into his mouth as Oliver rose, lifting Felicity as he moved. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carefully sat her down on the table, never once tearing his lips from hers. Desire fueled him onward as he explored her mouth and let his hands roam across her back. Felicity dug her nails into his blue sweater, tugging him closer still. He smiled against her lips briefly before he moved his mouth to leave a hot trail down her cheek and neck. He felt Felicity shiver beneath his touch as he dragged his lips across her skin and-

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Both froze at the sound and sighed in unison. Felicity was the first one to, reluctantly, pull back. Her pupils were wide and black as she held his gaze with a slight smirk. After another second she managed a throaty, "... Saved by the monitor."