The first thing Oliver heard when he entered the basement was Diggle apologizing. Then came Felicity’s quick response, “No, you’re doing great, just relax a little more.”
Oliver followed the voices and found the two of them in workout clothes standing on the mats. Dig had a hand on Felicity’s hip and his other hand held hers. Some Frank Sinatra played from somewhere.
“Don’t look at your feet,” Felicity said. “Look at me.”
Dig took a wrong step and crushed her foot. Oliver snickered. They noticed him for the first time. Felicity gave him a stern look and shushed him. Dig raised an eyebrow, daring him to laugh again. Oliver raised his hands in surrender, folded his arms, and sat down on the edge of Felicity’s desk to watch.
“Okay so one of your biggest problems in dancing is a strength in fighting,” Felicity explained. “You need to let your partner know what your next move will be, which, of course, you don’t want to do when you fight.”
Dig nodded. “How do I do that?”
“Pushing your hand forward, or raising your knee just before you take a step, or by putting pressure on my back.” Felicity pointed to each place as she explained. “That means your hand needs to actually be on my back though.”
It might have been the first time Oliver had ever seen Dig blush.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing,” Dig hurried to say. “You’re just not wearing a lot, so my hand would be resting on…”
“My skin?” Felicity gave a laugh. “Who knew you were such a prude!”
Oliver laughed with her and Dig smiled good-naturedly. “Okay, that’s enough," he said. "You can both shut up now.”
“Do you want me to run and change? I can.”
“It’s fine, let’s just do this.” Dig placed his large hand on her lower back.
It was then that Oliver fully took in what Felicity was wearing. A fuchsia sports bra and short black workout pants that only just covered the curve of her butt. With each step she took her hips moved and Oliver found himself nearly hypnotized by her swaying posterior. He’d never once held her as close as Dig was now. Well once, but they were swinging over a huge drop, not moving together like that. He imagined his hand where Dig’s was on her pale back, pinky finger on the waistband of her little shorts. So easy to just…
“Why are you guys doing this, anyway?” Oliver practically yelled.
The two paused to stare at him.
“Carly asked Dig to be her date for a wedding,” Felicity said.
“Where there will be dancing,” Dig added.
“So I offered to share my limited knowledge with him so he can wow her on the dance floor.” Felicity smiled. “Few things are sexier than a man who can dance.”
Oliver, once again, thought about showing her his dance moves.
“I’ll settle for not stepping on her feet,” Dig said.
“You’re doing great! One or two more lessons and you’ll be a pro.”
Dig looked at his watch. “Those lessons will have to wait, unfortunately. I’m meeting Carly for dinner.” He headed to the bathroom to shower and change.
Felicity turned to Oliver. “I saw you smirking. You think you can do better?”
He stood up. “Oh, I know I could.”
“Mr. Queen, I’m afraid you’ll have to prove it.” She held a hand out to him.
The thoughts he’d been having about her came back in a rush. “Maybe another time.”
“I dare you.”
“Are you serious?” He took a step toward her. “What are we, six?”
“I double dare you.” She smiled with her tongue between her teeth.
Desire ruled sense and he stepped onto the mat. “I’ve done worse things on a dare.”
“I have no doubt.”
Oliver took her outstretched hand and reveled in the moment when his other hand touched the soft skin of her bare back.
“Oh wait.” Felicity pulled back a step, reached into her sports bra, and pulled out her phone. “Music.”
Though trying to be a gentleman, Oliver failed, and stared at her chest as she put the cell back in place.
“Hey, my eyes are up here,” she teased when she caught him looking.
The song started and he bobbed his head to catch the rhythm before he led her in the first few steps.
“Wow,” Felicity said. “You weren’t kidding. You do know what you’re doing.”
“I took a ballroom dance class.”
She laughed so loud it rang through the rafters. “Seriously?”
Oliver smirked. “Great place to meet chicks.”
“Of course that was your motivation.”
He spun her around and pulled her back flush against him. “Some women think guys who can dance are sexy.”
Felicity swallowed. “So I’ve heard.”
The next time he spun her he dipped her. She threw her head back, exposing that long gorgeous neck of hers. He couldn’t resist, he leaned over and kissed it.
When he pulled her back up he expected a reaction of some kind, but she acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Something about their dance was showing off her confidence, a side of her he’d never seen before, but wanted to see again and again. He wanted to see every side of her and learn everything there was to know about her. Every last thing.
He could tell the song was about to end, so he spun her one last time. This time, when he pulled her in Felicity swung her leg up so her knee was on his hip, her leg wrapped around him. Instinctively he put his hand on her thigh. She’d thrown her arms over his shoulder and the two of them were closer than they’d ever been before.
It would take absolutely no effort at all to lean down and kiss her. Suddenly the most interesting question in the world was What does Felicity Smoak taste like? He stared at her bright pink lips, then back at her eyes. She was so calm. A little breathless, but that was probably from the dancing, not their proximity.
The bathroom door opened. Felicity tried to pull away, but Oliver held her tight. Her eyes went wide and she finally looked as frazzled as he felt.
Dig didn’t even react to seeing them that way. “I’ll be with Carly; call if you need me.” He stopped halfway up the stairs. “Try not to need me.”
“Bye, Dig.” His voice was so soft he doubted he’d been heard.
Felicity slid her hands from his shoulders to his chest and pushed away. “Night. Tell Carly I said hi.”
Oliver followed her with his eyes, watching her bend over to pick up her clothes. “What are you doing tonight?”
He waited for the embarrassed rambling that usually followed statements like that, but none came. She looked at him with an arched brow.
“You have a tendency, I’ve observed, to jump into bed with a woman and worry about the consequences later.”
He put his hands in his pockets, not disagreeing with her.
“Oliver, you’ve been thinking of me for about five minutes. I’ve been thinking of you since the day we met.” She held her clothes tight to her chest. “I’m not a one night stand.”
That hurt. “I’m not starting anything I’m not prepared to finish.”
Felicity looked disappointed in him. “I don’t want to be a girl you finish with.”
He walked over to her. “That’s not what I meant. I’m not walking into this blindly. I know what I’m doing. I know what I want.”
“Do you? That’s a first.” She moved toward the bathroom. “You don’t know the first thing about wooing a girl like me.”
She smiled. “Yup.”
“Sounds like a challenge, Felicity.”
She shook her head and kept walking.
Now, how did one go about wooing Felicity Smoak?