More Interruptus Than Coitus
Just One More Side
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Summary: Didn't your mother teach you to knock? A series of Olicity stories.
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"Felicity," Oliver walked into her office, glancing though the messages on his phone—none of which were a reply from her. For being an IT girl, she sure seemed to struggle with using her cell phone.
"You're not answering your phone. I'm officially taking you out…"
Oliver's voice trailed off sort of awkwardly as he realized that she wasn't alone in her office. Well, that was different. A very tall and slender woman with dark brown hair was looking over at him with a rather disapproving look and Felicity looked stunned to see him.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm interrupting." Oliver held his hands up in apology. "I thought you were alone."
"Young man," The woman shook her head in a way that reminded of his own mother when she was looking to discipline a bad behavior. "Your mother must have taught you better manners than that."
"I um…" Oliver swallowed, pocketing his cell phone. "Yes."
"Yes? Just because you have that face is not an excuse for that sort of vulgar behavior it—
"Mother!" Felicity couldn't bear it anymore and jumped from her desk, almost howling in horror. "Mom…"
Well, Oliver thought, this was certainly a side of Felicity he'd never seen. Oliver, there are a lot of sides of Felicity that you haven't seen.
Oliver shook his head once, rebuking himself. Don't go there, particularly not now.
Felicity sighed disconsolately, covering her face with her hands.
Oliver smiled, Felicity's mother. He hadn't really realized—well then again, he'd never really asked her about her family. His business first attitude was something he'd been trying to amend by taking her out for lunch, as much as he felt they were hovering over an invisible like between friendly…and more-so.
They couldn't afford to go there.
"Oh Felicity, don't be so dramatic." Mrs. Smoak said, "Your suitor doesn't look that sensitive."
Oliver chuckled, "Felicity, could you crawl out from behind your desk and introduce us before I embarrass myself any further?"
"Only if you concede to let me jump out of your office window." Felicity said. "Oliver Queen, meet my mother, Dana Smoak. Mom, my boss and the owner of Queen Consolidated, Oliver Queen."
"Mr. Queen," Dana smiled, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry. Please don't hold that against my daughter."
"I would never, besides, it is my mother's company technically. Besides, you were quite right. My mother would never approve—but let me try and amend this." Oliver nodded his head once. "I was coming down here in the hopes of prying Felicity from the mainframe for lunch, so how about we go—all three of us. My treat."
"Oh no. Nope." Felicity shook her head, "If I can manage to remain staying employed here, at this job that I love and that pays me just short of what I'm worth…"
She shook her head.
"Too much work to do."
"Luckily," Oliver leaned over her desk and flashed her the kind of killer smile that used to draw in any woman he wanted. "You have a very understanding boss."
"Why don't I meet you in the lobby dear?" Dana said, grabbing her purse and jacket from the chair they were sitting on. "It's been a pleasure Mr. Queen. Don't let her fool you, we were just heading out."
"Please," Oliver smiled, "The pleasure was all mine."
After Dana was a safe distance away, Oliver nudged the door shut.
"Are you swearing off lunch hour? You know, you do have to take a break by law."
Felicity rolled her eyes.
"You see, I would like to retain some modicum of self-respect, Oliver. So to be blunt, I'm not going to have lunch with you and my mother."
"I can be perfectly charming." Oliver said, "Have you really not noticed?"
Felicity struggled to not smile. His charm was one of his most annoying qualities, four out five times. He knew how to wield it as excellently as his bow and arrow. Or his body. Not that she was thinking about his body often…
"I see my mother three times a year. She spends one weekend, and I spend four months recovering." Felicity said, typing at her computer almost violently. "Your charm or lack thereof is not a factor."
"We'll invite Digg." Oliver said with a nod of his head. "Come on, time to get out of the office."
Oliver held out his hand for her.
"Don't leave me hanging."
"I warned you." Felicity said, getting up and grabbing her purse. "I'm just—I want to go on record as having said that I warned you Oliver."
"That you did." Oliver confirmed. "Thank you, it was so considerate."
Oliver smiled, but it was erased when Felicity spoke again.
"Let's see how funny you'd find it if it was your mother."
"Well, we'll save that for another time." Oliver said, holding the door open for her. "When you're so entrenched that it won't scare you away."
"That's what I thought." Felicity said in an 'I-Told-You-So' voice.
He laughed, "No one likes a know it all."
Felicity rolled her eyes, and Oliver nudged her with an elbow, eliciting a laugh from her as they walked down the hallway.
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