Felicity wasn't just attracted to Oliver, she felt her entire body hum every time he was within ten feet of her, which made being in close proximity on a regular basis extremely difficult. And while she'd had dreams - actual dreams - about his being in her bedroom and in her bed, it hadn't been quite like this. She'd been more suave, more in control, more... not herself.

When his fingers traced along the strap of her bra, her body responded, tightening in all the right places. It caused the tips of her breasts to tease against the lace of her bra, and she bit her lower lip to avoid making a sound in response to the delicious tease it gave her. Instead, she nodded along to his suggestion.

"We could," she agreed, her fingers curling against him. Without realizing, she'd tried to close what little distance there was between them because yes, this was exactly where she wanted to be, too.