I need jazz songs for groups!! Fast pace plssss and catchy. Also well known songs :)
Confident – demi lovato Cold hearted snake – paula abdul 21st Century Girl – willow smith Boys Boys Boys – lady gaga Cant be tamed – miley cyrus Queen bee – Rochelle diamante Rockstar – Hannah Montana Sassy – kat graham Endangered species – dianne reeves Super C-U-T-E by Audio Threads Perfect day – Hoku We R Who We R – Kesha Poison – Nicole scherzinger BEAT – selena gomez Baby im a star Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friends
“Just once.” Felicity pleaded, pushing out her bottom lip in an adorable pout Oliver simply couldn’t say no to. She was well aware of this fact.
Oliver quirked up an eyebrow, arms crossed over his chest. “Why would you wanna learn how to use a bow?”
“Because. It looks so hot when you shoot it.” Felicity rolled her eyes as if she had just had to explain something so obvious it didn’t need an explanation.
Oliver’s chest rumbled with laughter, the warm sound filling the foundry, echoing off the walls. “Fine.”
He took a step closer to her, getting in her personal space. “But you are going to have to teach me how to hack. Cause that happens to look super hot as well.”
Felicity chuckled and nodded, narrowing her eyes a little as if to defy him. “Alright. You got yourself a deal, Mr. Queen. Sharing our strengths, I like it.”
“Isn’t that what marriage is all about, Mrs. Queen?”
Laughing, Felicity pushed up on her tiptoes to kiss her husband, loosely wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “You are such a sap.”
Oliver’s hands fell to her waist. “Before we take this any further, I think you should start with the recurve. The compound is easier to shoot, but the recurve actually teaches you the skill.”
He pulled away from her, a soft mewl of disappointment escaping from her throat at the loss of his body against hers. He was back a second later, holding the old and weathered bow from the island and a quiver filled with arrows.
“Take off your shoes, you are going to need a strong stance.”
Grabbing his lower arm for support, she did as she was told, toeing off her red Mary Janes. That’s how she lost another five inches in height, her head barely reaching Oliver’s shoulder. Placing his hands on her shoulders he turned her around so they were front to back, holding the bow in front of her.
“Alright, now take the grip in your left hand.” He whispered huskily in her ear, making a delicious shiver run down her spine.
“And keep that arm straight.” He said.
She did as he instructed while ever so slightly leaning into his body warmth, pressing her back against his chest. Oliver pulled an arrow from the quiver strapped to his back and nocked it for her, taking her right hand and placing her index finger above the fletching, and her middle and ring finger under it. His hand hovered over hers on the grip as he helped her pull back the string.
“Now, take a deep breath, focus on your target and just…let go.”
The arrow flew across the foundry before she even knew she had let go. It hit it’s mark, one of the training targets, dead on, just ever so slightly off the bullseye. Felicity jumped up, squealing happily as she threw herself into Oliver’s arms. The bow clattered to the ground and the quiver soon followed as they started pulling at each other clothes before you could say ‘careful with that’.
When they were done blessing every flat surface available Oliver smirked at her and said: “You were right, It really does look hot.”