viridescere | 001 The Lair

Keeping a secret identity away from someone as savvy as Felicity Smoak had proven to be quite the undertaking and now that she knew, it made things a hell of a lot easier for Oliver. She was quite the executive assistant, as it were, and translating her from his public, corporate life to his private one had proven a very smart move on his part.

He could focus on saving the city and not keeping secrets from someone he trusted and cared about. Of course, it came with its own problems, namely, how to keep her safe. Now that Felicity knew his secret and knew exactly what he was up to in his down time (and, often, that she assisted with in hers), he had a burden to keep her protected and far away from those who might want to harm her. It was just the three of them, really - he, Dig and Felicity - and nobody else shared in this part of his life.

He could tell, sometimes, with the way she watched him that she wanted more. It was an intriguing prospect and one that Oliver himself could never think too much on. What would it be like to be with her, to have her challenging him on a personal level as much as she did on a professional one? What would it look like to see her let go of the million things that constantly ran through her brain and, instead, to see her focus all of that passion and knowledge and intensity on him? He didn't know. He couldn't find out.

If it came across as gruff, he didn't mean for it to, and he tried to tamp it down and push it away as best he could. He spent hours training just to keep from acting on his stupid, irrational impulses where Felicity Smoak was concerned and that's where he was now, hanging from a pipe deep in the basement, trying to focus his attention on his body and his conditioning and not on Felicity Smoak's charming babble.

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Guys like Oliver Queen didn't go for girls like Felicity Smoak; charming, rich, good looking... that was reserved for someone else. He knew it, she knew it. She'd seen the looks he'd given her (mostly baffled head tilts) when she really got going on her babble and chalked it up to the same kind of blank look she got from everyone else when she tried to explain her genius. It didn't stop her from doing it; not because she could help herself, exactly, but because deep inside, she got a kick out of Oliver's confusion. That look he gave. It made her warm on the inside, and not because he was confused, but because he was gorgeous.

Even now, she was talking about nonsense, aware that he wasn't focused on her. Even she wasn't focused on her, but on the man as he did some kind of complicated upside-down sit up thing that she never could. She watched him from the corner of her eye as she puttered around their computer set up, nattering on about this and that and plans for the evening. The specifics weren't important. He'd come down eventually, that perfect mix of sweaty and sexy, and she'd do her best not to stare while he did his best not to notice her not staring.

They'd done it before and she knew he knew, but it was something best Not Talked About.

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