One thing I will never be over is Oliver’s left hand when he
wraps it around Felicity’s back right before he picks her up.
… his fingers graze her hair, a soft, cool contrast to
her heated skin. She pants his name their breath mingling, making the air hot. She
arches into him, pressing her lips to his temple and forehead, dropping tiny, loving kisses
along his hairline. She wraps her arms around his head, cradling him, pulling
him closer. He wants to touch her everywhere and anywhere at the same time. He
drags his hands her spine, reveling in how her gentle muscles react to his
touch. He kisses her chest, tasting her, eliciting the most beautiful
breathless whimpers from her. His tongue traces her collarbone before he dips
his head, his stubbled chin slipping over the top of her breasts. He wants to
lean her back and wrap his lips around one of her nipples, but at the same time
he wants to keep her close, wants to feel every inch of her pressed against him
as tightly as possible.
She’s life and light and sunshine and happiness and purity
and it’s more addicting than he could have ever dreamed.
Her hips rock against him, her heated core grinding against his
hardness, the seams of their pants pressed tightly together. Hot needy desire
rockets through him and he moans her name in such a way that it makes her
shiver, sending goosebumps erupting across her back. His skin burns for her,
his body yearns towards hers…
One hand slips down over her hip, sliding over her
delectable ass that he’s been dreaming about for years now as he wraps his other
arm around her back. She surrounds him, taking over everything, drowning him in her
love and for that one single second, he lets go, he gives her all that he is,
letting her in so completely that he doesn’t know where she starts and he ends.
He needs to be closer, needs to feel as much of as her as he can, needs to cherish as much of this - of her - as possible because some tiny part of him knows that this moment - this precious, perfect moment where everything he never though he’d get, everything he never believed he deserved - won’t last forever…
The moment that really, really slayed me here was when his fingers slide under her arm,
over the sensitive skin there, brushing against the inside of her left arm. It’s
so intimate, startlingly so. They’re both naked, in so many more ways than the physical sense,
and every single time I see his fingers slipping under there right before he
picks her up, right before he digs his fingers in to hold her closer, it strikes me again how incredibly tender this moment is.
This scene is so magical, so intense, so intimate and gorgeous and beautiful and loving and it still kills me dead.
Let me tell you something about this scene. Let me analyze this for you. Because there is no scene - not one, not the episode with the date, not the episode with the dance - none of them that compare with this scene and let me explain why; this scene is all but physical, spoken proof that these two characters were in love with each other. And if this is what it all led to, and this is how it ends, then this show wasn’t really a comedy after all.
I know you’re not happy, Angela. I know there are things that you think about me that you’re afraid to say. I’m gonna to make it up to you. I’m gonna get everything settled, once and for all. You’ll see that I can be the person you want me to be.
In a world where you share in the pain of your soul mate, it shouldn’t be hard to figure out who your intended is supposed to be, especially when you’re both in constant peril. But amazingly, Korra and Asami find all sorts of ways to deny what their pain receptors are telling them.
(Soul mate AU where they can feel each other’s physical and emotional pain to a degree.)
Is it all in my head or was it something I said? Because I’m trying to forgive, and now I’m trying to forget, You’re telling me all of this, no more hearing of it, It was all just a lie, was it all just a lie? Now I’m walking away cause everything that you say All that you ever tell to me is lies.