(either tumblr’s being stupid or someone accidentally sent this prompt to my mainblog, so i’m using a textpost)
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“… slept with him last night.”
Oliver’s ears perk at Felicity’s voice and he pokes his head out of her bedroom.
She laughs and he can’t help but smile at the sound.
“No, it was alright.”
The smile’s gone and he’s a little affronted. She thinks he’s alright in bed? She came three times!
That night, he pays extra attention to getting her off at least twice before he even undresses.
When they’re done hours later, panting and sweating, Felicity rolls over and rests her head in the crook of his neck, placing a kiss on the underside of his jaw. “Mmm,” she hums.
“Better than ‘alright’?” he asks smugly, his ears still ringing from her pleasured moans and whimpers.
“Hm?”
“I heard you this afternoon. You said I was ‘alright’ in bed.”
She looks up at him with a frown, but there’s a glint in her eye. “Is that what all this was for? To prove me wrong?”
He looks away and up at her ceiling.
“That wasn’t what I was saying, you know. Diana was asking about your post-sex cuddling.”
She’s smiling at him when he turns back to her.
“I understand that you need your space.”
Then she does something worse than what he thought she said earlier today; she rolls away from him.
He pulls her back and tucks her into his side. “I don’t need space, I need you.”
She’s smiling as he kisses her lips gently.
