944 - Slap
Felicity shoved Archer off of her and proceeded to stare blankly at him.
"What the hell?" She asked after a good 10 minutes.
"I tripped?" Archer offered shrugging his shoulders but staying where she had shoved him. Which had happened to be on the floor.
"And by now everyone probably thinks we've had sex or something." The plain way she said it caused him to pale but not at the thought of bedding the girl in front of him.
"You say that like it's not wrong." Archer snapped.
"If your eyes keep drifting downwards every third second you'll find something considerably worse." Felicity threatened noticing him eyes her pajamas, which consisted of a sports bra and a faded pair of boxers.
"They are my Pjs, you are not meant to see them." Felicity added as an afterthought.
"It's not the clothes." Archer said without considering the words and mentally slapping himself when her brow raised.
"Do you really want me to reply to that?" Felicity snickered.
"I'd rather you slap me and we try to forget this ever happened actually." Archer joked as he got to his feet. Felicity stood as well the gap between them closing considerably. Caught in her blue eyes he leaned forward sinking into crystalline pools. Only when his lips met hers did they react.
Crest on the other side of the Mansion heard the resounding crack.
"Took her long enough." She said to a peaceful Twitch.