[ she shuts down his skepticism with one sentence.
he rubs his hand over his face, takes a breath and stares down at the screen for too long. apparently, giving felicity enough time to tug at the hem of her shirt and draw it up the side of her body. nothing blatantly filthy but suggestive enough that oliver sits straight up in bed, one leg over the side as his foot hits the floor. there's a zoom function he's completely disregarding as he holds the screen closer. she tells him she could ditch the shirt. as if that little flash of skin, a hint of her stomach, the top of her panties isn't enough to get the wheels turning. ]
Keep the shirt on. [ not just because it's green. ] Lose the underwear. That's what I'd hook my thumbs in if I were there to take them off of you.
[ ...in for a pound. he'd feel bad, if literally EVERYTHING didn't turn him on lately. everything. ]
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Date: 2019-01-20 05:50 am (UTC)he rubs his hand over his face, takes a breath and stares down at the screen for too long. apparently, giving felicity enough time to tug at the hem of her shirt and draw it up the side of her body. nothing blatantly filthy but suggestive enough that oliver sits straight up in bed, one leg over the side as his foot hits the floor. there's a zoom function he's completely disregarding as he holds the screen closer. she tells him she could ditch the shirt. as if that little flash of skin, a hint of her stomach, the top of her panties isn't enough to get the wheels turning. ]
Keep the shirt on. [ not just because it's green. ] Lose the underwear. That's what I'd hook my thumbs in if I were there to take them off of you.
[ ...in for a pound. he'd feel bad, if literally EVERYTHING didn't turn him on lately. everything. ]