Prompt: demands
"I have some demands," she says to Oliver, arms crossed, mouth set into a frown.
It's the lack of a smile that allows the dread to worm its way into his mind; she's always smiling. Suddenly he's not so sure about the two of them being alone in the lair tonight. He's seen her when she's angry, and she always looks a lot like this. If there's one thing he knows, it's that a very angry Felicity Smoak is the last thing he wants to see in his lair. She can be pretty scary when she wants to be.
Oliver tries to fight off the feeling, opting for the best response in the given scenario. "Before I hear you demands," he replies dryly, "I want to make sure the hostage is unharmed."
A hint of a smile breaks through her expression, which allows him to take a deep breath. Maybe it's not as serious as he originally thought; she wouldn't smile if she was angry. "Cute," she says in a tone that indicates the opposite. "But I'm serious—I have some demands. Otherwise, I'm going to lose my sanity around this place, and I'm not sure I can take any more of this."
Oliver crosses his arms, bracing himself for the onslaught. "All right," he says after a long moment, quietly urging her on.
Her hands start flying immediately, and she starts talking at that ridiculously fast pace. "Look," she says abruptly, a little too loud, "this is the fifth time this week I've found junk on my desk that doesn't belong to me—and it's Tuesday." She picks up a series of tubes littered between the keys of one of her keyboards. "While I do appreciate how awesome your girlfriend is with bodily fluids"—she balks, mouth opening without sound for a moment—"and I didn't mean that the way it sounds, but I'd appreciate it if her centrifuge tubes stay—hey, crazy idea—in the centrifuge! And then Diggle! Even Diggle! I love him, don't get me wrong, but..." She picks up a towel draped over her chair with two fingers as evidence, but then she flicks it across the room. "My chair is not a towel rack, Oliver!"
Before he can get a word in edgewise, she pokes him in the chest, which startles him; she's usually more careful to maintain a distance between them. "And you, mister," she continues, suddenly hot again, as Oliver balks at her tone, "are the worst of them all!" She picks up the shaft of an arrow lying across the desk, behind her keyboard. "You have a place to make arrows"—she points to the other side of the lair where his quiver lay, and the space in front of it—"right here! Why you have to do it at my desk is beyond me!" She frowns as she finally notices the bottle of antiseptic and a set of packed sutures lying near her left computer. "And, don't get me wrong, I don't mind patching you up around here when you come in, but at least put the supplies back when you're done!"
She crosses her arms again, more calm this time. "What I did sign up for was to help you with this mission of ours." Oliver doesn't think she notices the way she says our mission, not his mission. "That's why I put up with your temper, and the death, and the heartbreak of some of the things we do. That's why every day I go to work and do a job that doesn't require a single ounce of my brainpower." She says it without malice, for a change. "But what I did not sign up for is to work as your maid!"
He holds his hands up in defeat for a moment before deciding to rest them on her shoulders. "Felicity," he says quietly, "I'm sorry. We should respect your space more than we do. It's just that there is a lot that happens here, and we don't always have time to work at our designated stations."
"I get that, I do," she responds instantly, "but could you clean up your stuff after you're done? I don't mind you using my desk—it's the mess that drives me insane."
"I'll take care of it," he assures her, picking up the towel from the floor, the arrow shaft, and the medical supplies from the desk, moving away from her desk to put them up.
She smiles. "That's all I ask," she responds.
He thinks it's funny, because he'd do anything for her, and all she asks of him is to clean up after himself.
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FanfictionFandom: Arrow (TV 2012) A series of one-shots based on ten (deceptively evil) one-word prompts from Halcyon Impulsion on FanFiction.