Everything before was highly noted by Quinn, and she knew that Oliver was soaking up every detail as well. He had proven over and over again that he paid attention. As always, the man spoiled her, getting her bag, getting her door, and even lifting her up to carry her into the house. She loved every moment, gladly letting Oliver worry about everything after she’d been so tightly wound. It was like she just let go of everything, like a trance but it was just how calm he made her feel. Then they were kissing and her head spun as fireworks danced behind her closed eyelids. She thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of his soft lips against hers as she kissed back, holding onto him but not to hold herself up in any way. Oliver had her, she just wanted to have her arms around him, touching him in some way. The kiss wiped the previous conversation, and she relaxed in Oliver’s arms as he carried her further inside. Her eyes opened when he spoke again so she could look at him as she spoke. “I ate lunch earlier. The headache is already getting better, thank you.” She wasn’t surprised that she was already feeling better. “Keep this up and I’ll stay all weekend,” she teased, but really she wanted to stay. She knew he’d say that was the point too.
The way Quinn relaxed in his arms brought a smile to Oliver’s face. It wasn’t lost on him, the way she, in a sense, gave over control to him in some ways when they were together. Outside of...This, Quinn Fabray was the definition of an Alpha Female. A Queen. And HBIC. A perfectionist. A control freak (a fact he sometimes thought she took pride in admitting). But here, with him...She truly didn’t need to be anything other than happy. Oliver recognized it. And he hoped she knew that he would never do anything to break that trust. The way she held onto him when they kissed made Olive’s heart beat faster. He looked into her eyes as she spoke, his expression melting into one of shock. “Woah, woah. Did you just say you haven’t eaten since lunch? No wonder you have a headache, colombe. Alright. tell me what you want. I’ll have it delivered.” He said, his tone making it clear he wouldn’t hear an argument. “Good. I’m glad you’re feeling a little bit better.” He said, bending to press a kiss to her forehead. “Go ahead, you know I won’t say no to you. To time with you.” Oliver said sincerely, his tone and expression genuine. “Plus, at least here, you don’t have to worry about the werewolves.” He offered as a backup, but with a hint of teasing in his tone. Reaching the top of the stairs, Oliver made his way to the left, stepping into the last room in the hall, on the right, and into his bedroom. Placing Quinn down gently, he held onto her while she steadied herself on her feet...And after. “Alright, Princess. I’m going to start the bath. You go ahead and get ready, and add as many bubbles as you want. I’ll order the food, get your bag, then, while you’re warm and cozy in bed, I’ll get the food when it arrives. Sound like a plan?” He asked, smiling down at her.
