"Where is my Edward Cullen?"
"Where is my Damon Salvatore?"
"Where is my Christian Grey?"
For your sake, jail I hope.
#even I’m a little gay for Felicity
Set me free, leave me be. I don’t want to fall another moment into your gravity. Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I’m supposed to be. But you’re on to me and all over me.
oliver and felicity’s height difference
Chem and the sciences are not my forte but hey I tried. Also, this took a turn I was not expecting AT ALL. So yeah…
The Chemistry Between Us
“Okay so you want to pour thirty milliliters of the sodium chloride concentration into the beaker.”
Oliver looks back and forth between the myriad of test tubes held in the rack, trying to discern which is the solution he should be going for. This is his third time doing this lab, having switched partners once his teacher realized that the dynamic duo of Oliver Queen and Tommy Merlyn would not get anything done together, and he still can’t tell the clear liquids apart. The tubes are all labeled with the contents’ atomic symbols instead of their full names and while he knows the basics, it still takes him a little bit longer than average to figure out.
“It’s the one marked NaCl.”
“I know that.”
Quickly locating the tube, Oliver grabs a plastic measuring cylinder and begins pouring. Of course, the warmth of his lab partner’s body pressed against his side immediately distracts him, the smell of her shampoo invading his senses.
Felicity Smoak is unlike any girl he’s ever met. She’s beautiful by any definition of the word, shining blonde hair, bright blue eyes, delicious pouty lips that are always painted a bright shade of pink… and the glasses. The glasses send his imagination running rampant. Oliver would be lying if he said he hasn’t woken up at least once within the past three months hot and heavy from the image of bending her over the lab table as she looks back at him with nothing but those damn glasses on.
But what really gets him is how she refuses to put up with any of his shit. Like right now for instance.
“Did you switch shampoos?”
“Your hair smells really good and I was wondering if you switched soap or something.”
“Are you high off lab fumes? Focus, Oliver.”
The only reason he hasn’t given up completely is because every time he says something like that to her, a rosy tint colors Felicity’s cheeks and her lips twitch in an effort to suppress a smile. God, she’s beautiful when she smiles.
“Are you watching to see when the bottom of the meniscus hits thirty?”
“I’m watching something curvy, but it’s definitely not the meniscus.”
“Oh my God.”
Oliver can’t help but laugh at her exasperation. This has sort of become a running joke between them. He takes every opportunity possible to make ridiculous come-ons and she attempts to keep them focused on the task at hand. He really is trying to learn from this lab, but there’s no harm in making it a little fun for both of them.
Not to mention that there’s truth in everything he says to her. He’s got it bad and the only way she’ll really accept his affections is through jest.
Turning back to the cylinder, Oliver pours until he’s measured out the correct amount, and then moves to add the solution into a glass beaker.
“You know, one of these days you’re going to give in to my charm and dazzling good looks, Smoak.”
“Don’t hold your breath, Queen.”
Seeing as the school day has yet to begin, there’s no one else with them in the lab. Felicity had agreed to meet with him before school two or three times a week in order to help him catch up with the class. So far they’ve been making great progress on it. But that’s not all Oliver wants to make progress on.
“No, seriously, what’s it gonna take for you to realize that I’m not just joking around with you?”
“Oliver, I… We’ve been over this.”
It’s true, they have. He just refuses to accept it.
Taking one step forward, followed by another, Oliver moves into Felicity’s personal space. He leaves enough room so as not to overwhelm her with his proximity but still gets close enough that he can feel the nervous energy emanating from her body.
“I know what my reputation is, okay? But I’m trying to turn that around. You know that. Even Tommy has commented on it. I’m trying here but you won’t give me an inch.”
Her eyes flutter shut for a moment as Felicity takes a deep breath in to steady herself before swallowing hard.
“Oliver, I can’t.”
Without realizing it, Oliver has taken another step closer, effectively crowding her into the lab table. His hand lifts of its own accord to cup her cheek, an action that catches them both by surprise. Felicity stares up at him, eyes wide and captivating, drawing him in as he whispers his next words.
“What are you so afraid of?”
“I would never do anything to hurt you, Felicity.”
They’re close, so unbelievably close that he can almost taste her on his lips. It wouldn’t be the first time. Memories from their drunken kiss at Tommy’s party three nights ago play in his mind and Oliver wonders what it would be like without the numbness of alcohol in their systems. What would she taste like without the bitterness of beer on her breath? What would she feel like pulled flush against him? What sounds would she make as he worshipped her body?
His name escapes her mouth like a plea but he can’t tell if it’s one of desire or one of warning. Both of their eyes fall shut as his nose grazes hers and bumps against the rectangular frames of her glasses, top lips just brushing against one another.
The sound of the first school bell has them jumping away from each other like they’ve been set on fire. Oliver’s jaw clenches in frustration, his hands fisting by his sides as Felicity hurriedly begins cleaning up their lab station.
“Uhm, yeah, okay. Everything is good here. We just have to leave the, uh, solution to sit for forty-eight hours. You can handle wiping the table down right? I just remembered I have to be… somewhere. Okay. I’ll see you later, I guess. Bye.”
Felicity hightails it out of there, hastily grabbing her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder as she exits the classroom without so much as a glance in his direction.
All Oliver can think as he watches her blonde ponytail disappear out the door is that he really fucking blew it.
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