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"A baseball game. How the hell did they follow us into a baseball game?"
“The Bratva have eyes and ears everywhere.”
Oliver and Felicity quickly mingle in with the crowd, attempting to go unseen through the masses.
“Come here.”
He pulls her into a souvenir shop. Blue and white Dodgers paraphernalia lines the walls. Small children gaze around in awe, holding onto their parents with hands that are not currently stuffed in a foam finger or holding a plush toy. Oliver quickly grabs a baseball cap from one rack and a Dodgers hoodie from another. He throws them on the counter to be scanned along with more than enough bills to cover the price.
“Let your hair down and put this on.”
Apparently she isn’t moving fast enough because he reaches out to slip the elastic from her hair before she gets a chance to do it her self. Oliver briefly runs his fingers through the strands, spreading her golden hair around her shoulders. Then he fits the cap onto her head before slipping on the hoodie and pulling the hood to cover his own.
“Keep your head down. Don’t make eye contact with anyone, okay?”
Felicity nods in understanding. Once Oliver surveys the surrounding area and deems it clear, the two journey back into the crowd. Their pace is slightly faster than that of those around them as they make their way to the rendezvous point on the other side of the stadium where Diggle is waiting for them with the car.
“Damn it.” Oliver curses under his breath but loud enough for Felicity to hear him from where she stands at his side.
“What’s wrong?”
“Two of Alexi’s men up ahead.”
Felicity acts quickly, grabbing Oliver’s hand closest to her and pressing herself against his side. Her other hand comes up to rest against his chest, over his now rapidly beating heart, and she tilts her head to rest it against his bicep.
“What are you doing?”
“Public displays of affection make most people uncomfortable. Unless these men are complete voyeurs or have no sense of social etiquette they’ll look away.”
“That’s pretty smart.”
Felicity doesn’t look up but she can hear the pride in his voice and is sure he’s smiling, despite their current on-the-run status.
“I tend to be such from time to time.”
He chuckles under his breath and it causes her mouth to tilt up in a smile. Their current exchange must help them with their ruse because the pair goes by unnoticed by the two members of the Bratva. Felicity is about to let out a sigh of relief when they round a corner until she feels Oliver tense. She’s about to ask him what’s wrong when he speaks.
“Kiss me.”
“What?”
“There’s another one up ahead, coming this way. Kiss me, Felicity.”
“I, uh – “
Before she can list the many reasons why that is a horrible idea, Oliver ducks down and presses his lips to hers.
It’s soft at first. Mouths closed and lips simply pressed against each other. Felicity’s eyes are still open wide in shock while her hands lay limp against his chest. Then Oliver’s mouth begins to move against hers and she’s pulled into the sensation. Her eyes slam shut as he takes her bottom lip in between his own, sipping at it gently. One of his arms wraps all the way around her small waist, hauling her body to his, while the other reaches up to cradle her jaw between his thumb and forefinger. He angles her head to deepen the kiss, knocking the cap back on her head. The hands she previously had lying on his chest fist his shirt in reply and pull him even closer.
Oliver’s tongue slips out, begging her for entrance that she grants him wholeheartedly. It massages against her own, eliciting an embarrassing whimper from Felicity that she should never be making in public. He answers back with a low groan that vibrates against her mouth. It’s desperate and needy and oh so hot and Felicity can feel her body ignite with heat. It spreads through her veins and reaches all the way to her toes, causing them to curl, before concentrating in her lower abdomen.
When Oliver’s lips part from hers, both of them desperately panting for air, their surroundings come back to them. They stare at each other for a moment, wide eyes still dark with hunger for the other. It’s startling for Felicity, seeing the affect she has on him. This whole time she had assumed that the attraction she felt was completely one-sided.
“I, uh… is he gone?”
Her words bring about the sad truth that what just happened between them was a cover. They are trying to make an escape and all that kiss meant was to be a distraction and throw their followers off the trail.
“Yeah, I think so.” Felicity is about to pull away from Oliver when his hold tightens. “But it wouldn’t hurt to make sure.”
He molds his mouth back to hers.