tag:dreamwidth.org,2015-01-30:2370077isloremipsumafterallisloremipsumafterallisloremipsumafterall2015-11-06T16:50:04Ztag:dreamwidth.org,2015-01-30:2370077:2875tight fit2015-11-06T16:50:04Z2015-11-06T16:50:04Zpublic0There's always danger in Starling City- and there's always some small space to hide in until it's passed too. (also <a href="http://archiveofourown.org/works/4468487">here</a> on ao3)<br /><br />~~<br /><br /><p>The problem was Laurel, or not so much Laurel as it was her new Black Canary outfit and that in of itself wasn’t a problem more…a distraction.</p><p>A form fitting distraction.</p><p>Felicity groaned, taking her glasses off to rub at her eyes and going back to the code she was trying to alter on the computer; not sneaking peeks where Laurel was conversing with Diggle about something.</p><p> </p><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://isloremipsumafterall.dreamwidth.org/2875.html#cutid1">Read more...</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><p> </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=isloremipsumafterall&ditemid=2875" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments