Disclaimer: nope, SV ain't mine.
N/A: just a little something that wouldn't leave my brain alone until it was written down. Ok, back to hw now…
Slippery Slope
She can feel his chest rising with every breath at her back; his arm on her waist feels right somehow, safe, comfortable. She feels like crying and laughing at the same time. Hello slippery slope from which I'm going down with no brakes. Oh, it's that a tree I'm about to crash into? She wishes she could blame it all on him, but she saw it coming the moment he bought her that spoon and even more when she actually opened the box, and she didn't stop it, not really. Now there are more than a dozen spoons from around the globe hanging on her wall. One for each vacation together, little weekends and moments stolen away from their busy schedule, some of them from missions that became excuses for time alone. The last one he actually had it specially made; they don't sell those in remote parts of the Himalayas apparently. She sighs deeply when Oliver mumbles something unintelligible and his arms tighten around her, holding her even closer to his chest. She looks intently at the bathroom wall and imagines that she has Clark's x-ray vision. She imagines that she can see clearly through the wall: the garbage can sits next to the sink and in it the stick with the plus sign rests innocently as if it didn't just turned her world completely upside down. Forget the tree. They are about to go through the ground and hit subterranean levels of complicated. And she still has no idea how to tell him.