Five sentence ficlet response to being given an initial sentence prompt.
Felicity doesn't know what he's doing, but she likes it.
She has no intention of stopping him. After all, she's well aware that he's the experienced one in this field, from many years of friendship and watching from the sidelines.
Yet now she's the one on his bed, not studying as usual but lying on her back with a very eager Oliver hovering above her, the mattress dipping as he presses her further into it.
She's lost all coherent train of thought around the time his mouth drifted from hers to explore the soft skin of her neck; has barely been able to mumble his name in forms of gasps and moans ever since his hand got lost under her clothes.
Now as she writhes under his touch all she can do is hold onto him for dear life, wondering at the back of her mind why the hell they haven't been doing this all along.