"WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS?" The sound of Felicity's loud voice stopped Digg, Roy, and Sara in the middle of the staircase.
"Felicity…" She didn't let him finish.
"Oh no. Looking at me like that is not going to fix anything." The three on the stairs jumped to the side as they heard Felicity's heels moving towards the staircase. Still lost in thought over the aftermath of their fight, Felicity barely noticed them as she stomped up and out the door. They continued down the stairs.
"Ollie." Sara yelled out almost immediately. He didn't answer, but they could hear him pounding on something, somewhere in the back. She headed back there, Roy and Digg on her heels. Oliver didn't acknowledge them, but he had to have known that they were there.
"Oliver!" Diggle shouted at him.
"WHAT." Oliver turned angrily, glaring at Diggle.
"All I did was say something!"
"And that was?" Digg pressed, trying to get something before Oliver started the silent brooding.
"I don't even know. Maybe something about her and the speed that her computer searches were going?" He shrugged, looking a little chagrined at the situation.
"So you're going to leave now and go see her, apologize, and kiss and make up." Sara left no room for argument. Oliver almost said something else, but seemed to think better of it and instead moved for his shirt and jacket that were laying across one of the tables.
"I'll see you guys tomorrow." He walked out, a resigned look on his face, and missed the looks Roy was giving him and the looks Sara and Diggle were exchanging.
It usually took 15 minutes to reach Felicity's house, but it felt much quicker when Oliver realized he'd already pulled up in front of her house. He gave his head a little shake, trying to pull himself out so he could actually talk to her. Taking a deep breath he knocked on the door. It only took a moment for his ears to catch the sound of her coming up the hallway to the door. When she answered the door, both of them froze. Oliver was just looking at her standing there in a tank top and pajama pants, but Felicity was trying to convince herself to not slam the door in his face. With a sigh she stepped to the side, allowing Oliver into the house; he stopped just past her.
"Look. Felicity." She held up her hands.
"It's fine. I overreacted a little bit." Oliver grabbed her hands.
"No let me finish." She shut her mouth. "I was being an idiot and you didn't deserve to get yelled at just because I was frustrated." He pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I'm sorry." With a smile she allowed herself to relax into the embrace.
"It's okay." She pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Are you going to stay here tonight?"
"Well… I wasn't sure if I was still going to have a girlfriend after this." Felicity snorted.
"Oh, if this was all it took, we would have broken up before we were ever together." He chuckled. "So is that a yes for staying?" She looked at him eagerly.
"Yeah. I'll stay." Her face broke out in a smile so big it felt like Oliver was staring into the sun.
They were walking further into her house to where she had been watching something on Netflix. She settled back down on the couch, and he sat near her, but apparently not close enough because two minutes later she spoke up.
"Sooo instead of sitting on the floor, will you cuddle with me?" He was more than happy to move up and allow her to snuggle up against him.
It wasn't surprising that it took her less than 30 minutes to fall asleep and so he was careful not to disturb her as he moved them to her room. He left her under the covers while he got undressed, and as soon as he was back beside her, she reattached herself to his side.
"G' night Ol'ver" She sort of mumbled. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.
"Sleep well baby." She was back asleep within minutes, with Oliver following behind just minutes later.