Felicity Smoak was a nervous wreck. She had pretty much been a nervous wreck since putting her clothes back on, but it seemed to get worse with every step she took as she and Sara Lance returned wordlessly to their apartment. The whole trip felt like a blur, Felicity's MIT graduating mind repeating over and over again all the reasons why what they had just done was a huge mistake, and all the reasons it wasn't, that it was a miracle she didn't have some kind of meltdown and would word vomit everything that was going on in her head.
Somehow she managed to maintain her cool, waiting until the door to their apartment was closed before saying something, and even then Felicity managed to keep herself to one point and with her voice sounding not too panicky, "Didn't you just break-up with Oliver?"
"Weeks ago, and we were never really dating. Ever." Sara clarified, looking thoughtful as she added, "We just had sex a few times. He was never someone I truly wanted. I'm not even sure why it happened the first time, other than the fact he was hot, and rich, and I might have been mad with Laurel about something. Then, when I got back, it was just... easy. Then it wasn't... I started remembering all the reasons it could never work out between us. Like the fact we'd both rather be with a gorgeous blonde with the cutest little nerd glasses."
Sara reached up to caress her face while giving her a little smile which threatened to melt Felicity's mind, among other things, but she forced herself to stammer, "There, there are strikes against... this, us, too. Like we live together."
"I crash on your couch." Sara shrugged, "There's a bed waiting for me at my Dad's. And Oli's. And maybe even Laurel's. So I can totally leave if you want me too."
Felicity barely listen to Sara's answer. She knew right when she had said it that it was a weak response, but it was the first thing that popped into her head at that moment. She followed up with a better reason, "We're, we're friends."
"We are." Sara agreed, stepping forwards, "And if you want us to stay that way, I can live with that. But this is me telling you I want more. If you're willing to try."
For a few seconds Felicity just stared at her friend, and then she mumbled, "Why, why didn't you just, just-"
"Ask you out?" Sara offered, then when Felicity nodded The Canary smiled and said, "Because you would have over thought it and freaked out, kind of like you're doing now, and given me the nicest, sweetest, cutest rejection ever. Since I didn't want that I figured I'd try a different approach, and at least show you how good I can make you feel, if you'll let me."
Blushing for what felt like the millionth time tonight Felicity stammered, "How... how, how did you know I'd be, you know, into it?"
Trying and failing to resist the urge to laugh Sara replied, "Seriously?"
Somehow blushing even more Felicity groaned, "You totally caught me staring at you, huh?"
"Did you seriously think you were being subtle?" Sara grinned, getting even closer as she flashed her prey a sly look, "But it was other things too, like the way your body responded when we were sparring. Even before I got you down on the mat for the first time I knew I could make you cum if I could just-"
"Ok, ok, ok, OK!" Felicity blushed, looking down and struggling to continue protesting as this gorgeous woman stared at her, "So yeah, I like you too, but I'm not exactly experienced, and I, I, I... I wouldn't want to disappoint you."
"You couldn't, even if you tried." Sara smiled softly, taking Felicity into her arms, "Before Nyssa, I hadn't been with a girl either. I hadn't even really seriously thought about it. But Nyssa opened my eyes to this whole different side to me, and it was scary but it was also exciting, and I really, really want to do the same for you. And if, if you just give it a chance... I promise you won't regret it."
Felicity gulped, stared at Sara for a few moments, then murmured, "I send you to your death on an nightly basis. It's bad enough now, I couldn't imagine doing it if you were my girlfriend."
"Oliver is the team leader. He's the one making those decisions. You provide Intel. That's it." Sara countered.
"I'd still have to listen in and watch you fighting for your life though." Felicity grumbled, lowering her gaze.
"You have to do that now anyway. And, not meaning to sound harsh, but I'm pretty sure that part sucks regardless of whether we're dating or just friends." Sara pointed out, "Besides, that's one of the reasons Oliver hasn't gone after what he really wants, despite how much I pushed him to do so."
"You did!" Felicity exclaimed, looking up with wide eyes.
"It was the only way I could feel ok about making a move on you." Sara shrugged lightly, "I mean, I get where he is coming from, but the fact is life is short enough without us putting our lives on the line, and because we do we should enjoy every little bit of happiness we possibly can. Because yeah, one day you might have to see me die, or Oliver, or anyone else on the team. Felicity, I might have to watch YOU die, and I'm already so smitten with you it would break my heart, regardless whether we're together or not. It's one of the sacrifices we make to help the innocent people in this city."