Felicity started fanning herself with the opera's playbill as she watched Oliver walk towards her with their drinks. The man knew how to wear a tailored tuxedo and damn, with it he wore those delectable suspenders.
He was simply breathtaking. She loved watching him walk with his quiet swagger and confidence. Not to mention the ripple and slide of muscle under his clothing.
Would he be upset if she was arrested for indecent exposure while jumping his bones in public?
How fast could she get him into a dark, private corner somewhere and slide those suspenders off?
"Hmm, I recognize that look. I believe my evening is going to get a lot more interesting." He said with a grin while he handed her a flute of champagne.
"What look? It's just really hot in here with all these people." She replied innocently while discreetly looking for an exit.
Oliver's hand rested low on Felicity's back as he guided her through their apartment door and reached out to switch the lights on. "You were quiet on the drive home."
Felicity moved closer as she placed both of her hands on his crisp white tuxedo shirt and slowly smoothed them across his chest and under his jacket lapels to gently nudge him to take it off. "Oh, I was just having an internal debate about what I was going to peel off you first."
Once his jacket fell off his arms and onto the hallway floor, he laid his hands on her hips to pull her flush against his body. "I guess my jacket won?" he said as he leaned in close and gently began running his lips along the rim of her ear and then down the delicate line of her neck.
Her heart rate accelerated as goose bumps broke out over her entire body. "It…had to go first so I could get to these.." Felicity was able to just get out before his lips found hers.
Her fingers grasped at and tightened around his suspenders as she pulled him towards her and she pushed back into his kiss.
Their need to breathe was the only reason they broke apart. Their lips, wet and soft, still touched as they shared quick, harsh breaths. She pulled his suspenders down his arms so they hung from his waist. "I love it when you wear these."
Oliver's response was to run his heavy hands down over her ass, squeezing and molding. As they reached the hem of her short dress they slipped underneath. His skin warm against hers as he curled his work roughened hands around her inner thighs. "I know baby, that's why I wear them." He said as he effortlessly lifted her up so her legs wrapped around his waist and begun walking them back towards their bedroom.
Her hands clutched at the sides of his head. Her long blonde hair falling across them like a private barrier against the outside world as she kissed him the way she needed to.