Personal valet to the Arrow

Personal valet to the Arrow 

AN - This was suggested by a friend on FFnet and was posted there and dedicated to her! TBH, I don't think it's quite as funny as she wanted but I enjoyed it so I hope you do too! I also hope everyone else enjoys it! :) As previously noted, this is a "bonus scene" from episode 2x20 Seeing Red so there are spoilers for that episode; however, this particular scene is a somewhat unlikely addition and pure Olicity! 

DISCLAIMER - I would love to lay claim to Oliver but alas I cannot - CW's Arrow belongs to others.

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Felicity kept a hold of Oliver's hand that was draped over her shoulder as she tried to keep them from falling over. He still couldn't put his weight on the injured leg and she was struggling under the added weight - there was no getting around the fact that all that muscle was heavy. She huffed lightly then stepped back and watched as he remained propped against the table for the moment. 

She wasn't surprised when he decided to get dressed as the Arrow so he could do his part and even though she didn't agree, she helped him anyway. She pulled the drug bottle out and had just started measuring the appropriate dosage when he took it and injected himself. She then turned away as he limped toward the back to get dressed. Felicity paced nervously as she thought about all that could go wrong and she remained lost in her thoughts until she heard him call her name. 

"Felicity." Oliver called out more loudly the second time even as he cursed himself for needing her help. The drugs had taken care of the pain but had not allowed his knee to bend. 

"What's wrong-" Felicity stopped speaking and burst out laughing. Oliver was seated on one of the bathroom benches, shirtless, boxes briefs only, with his green leather pants in his hands. He was glaring at the pants as if they were somehow to blame for the fact that his injured leg wouldn't bend but he quickly switched the glare to her as she laughed. 

"Felicity, if you even-" Oliver growled but then stopped as Felicity's laughter grew louder. Despite the gravity of the situation he found himself fighting a smile. He also realized that while he wasn't embarrassed he was a little unnerved by her presence even though he was the one who had called for her. Oliver didn't know why but he wanted her a little on edge too...at the very least, he wanted her to stop laughing. 

"I imagined saying this to you under different circumstances - platonic circumstances, of course." He grinned when Felicity finally stopped laughing. She was caught between embarrassment and anger now and he watched as she nervously pushed her glasses up higher before the anger won out and she glared at him. Oliver smothered his grin and continued to tease her, "I need your help with my pants." 

Oliver was deliberately vague but as Felicity's eyes dropped down to his lower body he suddenly no longer felt like teasing her. He was caught off guard by the tension that invaded his body, the awareness. Felicity was his partner, Sara was his girlfriend, and all of their lives hung in the balance - focus, Oliver reminded himself. Despite all of the logical reasons, Oliver couldn't look away as Felicity's eyes traveled slowly back up his body and he was completely mesmerized as her mouth opened slightly and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. 

Felicity tried to find the humor of the situation, she even allowed her mouth to open so she could ramble inappropriately but no words came out and she ended up running her tongue over her lips instead. She stared into Oliver's eyes as they darkened with an emotion that she couldn't begin to process. She wasn't surprised by the tension that invaded her body as she had always been more aware of Oliver than was strictly appropriate but she chastised herself anyway. Focus Felicity - Sara, Roy, Thea. Felicity took a deep breath and tried to shake off the sensual lethargy that seemed to weigh down her limbs.