Oliver slid his hand around to her back, fingers working on the clasp of her bra while he held her close. He didn't take his eyes off her, wanting to see every single reaction she had no matter how minuscule. He had been thinking about this for a long time, playing it over and over in his head, and he didn't want to cheat himself by looking away.

Her skin was soft, just as he'd imagined it would be, and it was a sharp contrast to the puckered scars against his own skin. Felicity hadn't been touched by what he'd been touched by and he wondered if she'd be able to deal with the darker side of him, the side that had seen and done things he wasn't proud of. He hoped she would be able to deal with it. He needed for her to be able to deal with it.

"Good so far?"