Felicity helps Oliver out a little with shaving

He was sitting on the chair she had moved into the bathroom for when he wanted to shave his face. He was too tall for her mirror placement and he hated having to bend to see his face as he shaved.

He could feel her watching him, could see from his peripheral vision that she was bitting her lip, her right hand playing with the industrial bar in her ear. She liked watching him do domestic things. He knew she did. He had overheard Thea and her talking about it months ago. That she loved seeing him in a domestic setting because she knew he never thought he was going to be able to live that sort of life.

That was why he never questioned her watching, because he knew it was important for her to see him like this.

"Is it hard to do that?" she asked him, stepping into the bathroom. He turned to face her, giving her a small smile as she assessed the shaving cream on his face.

"Yes, but I've had years of practice, sweetheart." he told her. She grinned at him, her fingers sliding into his hair.

"Can I help?" she asked him, pushing his body back into the chair and sliding her body onto his lap. He stared at her in shock at first then gave her a hot grin.

"Think you can do so without damaging my face?" he asked her. She gave him a bland look before poking her tongue out at him.

She wiggled around on his lap, picking up a small towel and settling it around his neck and examining the razor he usually uses.

"If I can do more, ah, delicate areas, Oliver, I am sure I can do your face." she sassed him. He chuckled against her, leaning his head back as she started under his chin.

She babbled away as she dragged the razor across his skin. He listened, amused and completely unafraid. He was not worried about her cutting him, he knew she would be careful, and that even if she did cut him, she would fuss over him, in the best of ways.

She told him that he had a really sexy jawline and that she liked his cheekbones. She babbled about his lips, informing him that he had the best lips, lips that gave her the best kisses and orgasms. She didn't even seem to notice the little sexual slip up.

Then she started telling him how sexy he was when he went all Arrow. And that he should keep his stubble because it was hot and she liked the way it felt between her legs.

By the time she had finished telling him that, she was finishing up his right jaw and she was squirming on his lap.

He watched her with heavy eyes, her wiggling and words affecting him. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, her fingers dancing over his fresh face.

"I think we should make this a new tradition in this household." he murmured, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer to his body, her pussy brushing up against his straining cock.

She looked down at their laps with wide eyes, quickly glancing back up at him as a small smile graced her lips.

"Yeah, we definitely should." she whispered, slipping her arms around his neck and brining their lips together.