[For Felicity, Feb 10] and they all said i was misled

[likeahero]

After his discussion with Barbara, Oliver spent the rest of his shift on autopilot, his mind running through their entire conversation over and over.

Green Arrow had seemed like such a ridiculous name, coming from Malcolm, but the fact that he actually goes by that name in Barbara's world bothers him. Everything about it bothers him, and though he's glad he knows, he hates that she suspected and knew all about him for however long before tonight. He hates that there are most likely others who know. He keeps replaying his meetings with various vigilantes over the months he's spent here, wondering if a certain reaction here or there meant they recognized some aspect of him -- if they suspected he was their Green Arrow.

The not knowing gnaws away at Oliver, and by the time his shift is done, he's more inclined to wrap his hand around his bow than make nice with Alexei or anyone else. He leaves Lush quickly, and heads home.

Usually when he gets back to the apartment, Oliver slips right into the Arrow and spends a few hours in the city. When he walks in and closes the door behind him this time, Oliver stands in the hall, still and listening for Felicity.

He isn't sure what to do. Barbara's words keep bouncing around in his head, and he doesn't know what to think anymore.

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[one_more_question]

"I'm already planning a board game night in my head," Felicity says. "Something you're actually not good at? Gotta make some use out of that one."

That's something she'll plan in detail later. Right now, she's a little preoccupied, the hand on his abdomen moving to slip beneath his shirt. "Maybe we can get something easy like Hi Ho Cherry-O, just so you've got at least a bit of a chance," she murmurs, sliding her palm along his stomach and up the center of his chest.

[likeahero]

Oliver inhales sharply at her touch and lets it out with a small laugh. He slips his hand higher up her shirt, glad for the looser material of her pajamas. "Can we agree that you cannot talk about childhood board games while feeling me up, Felicity?"

[one_more_question]

It gives Felicity a little thrill, knowing she can get that kind of reaction out of Oliver, especially considering what his touch does to her. She likes to know she's got the ability to give as good as she gets. "Why, is it distracting you from the conversation?" she says with mock innocence as she shifts, moving to straddle his lap. "Because that might have been kind of the idea."

[likeahero]

"Distracting is definitely one word for it," Oliver agrees, a smile on his face as he slides his hands over Felicity's hips. "You always have the best ideas."

[one_more_question]

"This is true," Felicity replies, grinning playfully, her hands sliding over his shoulders and up the sides of his neck. "Like right now, I think kissing you would be a pretty excellent idea." And she does, leaning forward and against Oliver to press her lips to his.