Mine.

Holy shit.

She's in my shirt...holy shit..

Suddenly it was like my brain short-circuited or something... Wait...thats probably all the blood rushing from my entire body to places that most definitely aren't my brain.

But can you blame me?

She's in my shirt!

I think I said that already.

My tiny blonde hurricane stole my shirt

Like my heart wasn't enough.

Look at me, Oliver Queen billionaire playboy (reformed) by day, Arrow by night thinking like a fucking romance novel...

Put that on a list of firsts.

That's the thing though with Felicity.

Everyday brings a whole new set of firsts.

And I love it.

Hell screw the beating around the bush.

I love her.

And you know what?I'm done running away from her.

Looking at her make pancakes I feel an obligation to go...well...help.

Right after I check her out of course.

The way the shirt has been rolled up at the sleeves, the way it ends quite a few inches below her adorable butt and the way everytime she tries to adjust her glasses with her elbows because her hands are messy...the shirt rides up...up...keep going...

What?! I said I was a reformed playboy, not a saint!

Besides, it was raining yesterday so I asked her not to drive alone and to stay with me.

In my shirt.

I seriously need to stop saying that.

Its not like anything happened..

I really need something to happen.

So do other oh so uncomfortable parts of me..god..I need a shower...a north pole kind of shower.

She's rubbing off on me.

Not in the awesome, finally I will make you scream my name way...but in the holy crap I'm rambling inside my head way.

This isn't good.

Which is why I've made a decision.

Which mid-way to her I realise may be a horrible idea, but hey, my brain was busy undressing her.

I crept up to her and slid my hands onto her waist while growling her name in her ear.

She has mentioned (mid one of her rants) how she loves my "Arrow voice" and going "grrr" when I talk, so that's my weapon of choice as I grab her, turn her over and onto the kitchen counter.

Now I've got her where I want.

With her legs apart and me between them, one hand on her thigh and one circling her below her breasts, pulling her closer...