( a nearly limitless collection of powers at her disposal; and the most understated one has nothing to do with kara's heritage. soft, alluring words. how was he meant to turn down any request? it plays a considerable role in how they've ended up at the energy festival; tucked away into the intimate settings of a private room, air thick and heavy, carrying a city's worth of desire. for all of his experience, no parallel jumps forth, new territory for both.

drawing a breath, relaxation follows, a slow moving wave, gently lapping over his being. her question brings out a smile; taking the reins in a given situation is second nature, part of who and what he is. ) I think... ( the touch on her arm, light and guiding, directing kara towards the bed, the type that looks as if you would sink right into it upon contact ) That the birthday girl deserves to be taken care of a little.

( the party she threw for his, still fresh in memory, makes oliver want nothing beyond giving her something to remember. a show of appreciation; the ability to make how deep his feelings venture obvious in ways that don't require words )

Close your eyes, Kara. ( they've developed this trust together; her patience winning his over, allowing him to open up, and the reward is in moments like these when he knows she'll oblige the request. he waits until she does; carefully selecting one of the chocolate spearmint cupcakes, sweet aroma tickling his nose ) To start with... ( sweeping her hair to the side with a free hand, he lifts the dessert, the icing close to her lips ) Try a bite of this.