"You are absolutely incredible," Oliver says, turning onto his side to face Harper fully. His fingers trace gentle patterns along her hips where the blanket has settled. "I have never been with anyone who gets that turned on by being so close to getting caught." His expression turns more serious as he looks down at her. "But for real– next time we are ordering pizza instead of Italian so we can actually enjoy it without worrying about interruptions." Harper laughs lightly. "Just go get out food," she orders with a smile. Oliver groans dramatically at her command, though the smile playing at his lips betrays his amusement. "Yes ma'am," he says with mock formality, pulling himself up from the sofa with obvious reluctance.
Oliver grabs his sweatpants from the floor and pulls them on quickly before grabbing his wallet from the coffee table. "I will be right back," he promises, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her forehead. "Do not move from this spot. I want you exactly like that when I get back." Oliver walks over to the front door and opens it, revealing a young delivery girl with blond hair tied in a pony. Her impatience melts away when she sees him. "Oh, uhm. Oliver Williams?" she asks shyly and a light blush creep up her cheek. His expression shifts from annoyance to surprise as he takes in the young delivery girl's reaction. Her cheeks are flushed a bright pink, and she is clearly flustered by seeing him shirtless and dishevelled.
"Yes, that is me," Oliver says cautiously, reaching for the bag of food she is holding. His own cheeks flush slightly at the realization that his hair is probably a mess and he has clearly been in the middle of something intimate. "I am so sorry to bother you," the girl stammers, her blue eyes darting from his chest to the floor and back up again. "I just– you phone kept going to voice mail and I thought maybe you forgot about the delivery." She shifts her weight nervously from one foot to the other, clearly aware of the intimate scene she is interrupting. The bag of food smells delicious but Oliver can't focus on it right now– his mind is racing with how much noise Harper and he had been making.
"Thank you," Oliver says quickly, taking the bag from her hands. His movements are slightly awkward as he tries to maintain some semblance of professionalism while standing there in just sweatpants. "Keep the tip." The delivery girl's eyes linger on his bare chest for a moment longer before she forces herself to look away. "Of course, Mr. Williams. I am sorry again for… well, for interrupting." Her blush deepens as she realizes how obvious their activity must have been. As she turns to leave, her gaze flickers past Oliver's shoulder into the apartment. for a split second, she catches a glimpse of Harper curled up under the blanket on the sofa, hair messy and skin flushed from their recent activities. A knowing smirk touches the corner of her lips before she quickly looks back at Oliver. "Have a good night," she says with a hint of amusement in her voice now.
Oliver closes the front door and Harper giggles lightly. "Oh God," she says embarrassed and pulls the blanket up to her chin. He leans back against the closed front door, letting out a breath of laughter at her mortified expression. The sight of her hiding under the blanket like a shy kitten is endearingly cute. "Don't hide from me," he says gentle, setting the food bag down on the coffee table. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about." His own amusement is clear in his voice as he walks back toward the sofa. He sits on the edge of the couch and reaches for a corner of the blanket, tugging it down just enough to reveal her face fully. "Besides, I think she probably figured out exactly what we were doing in here." His fingers brush against her cheek affectionately. "And honestly? I think she was more flustered by seeing me half-naked than anything else."
"That is what is embarrassing," Harper says shyly. "I have never… been in this position before." Oliver's expressions oftens immediately, his amusement replaced by genuine tenderness. "Hey," he says quietly, shifting to sit closer to her on the sofa. "There is nothing embarrassing about this." His hands find hers under the blanket, lacing their fingers together. "Being with someone you trust enough to let you guard down completely– that is not embarrassing. That is special." He brings their joined hands up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against her knuckles. "I have never felt this comfortable with anyone either," he admits quietly. "So, we can both be awkward about it together." His thumb strokes gently over her skin as he studies her face in the dim lighting. "But I love seeing you like this– all shy and flustered after we have just had mind-blowing sex."
"I feel like a teenage or something," Harper mutters and sits up. "Getting swept away in the moment like that…" Oliver's lips curve into a warm smile as he watches her sit up, the blanket pooling around her waist. The sight of her flushed skin and slightly dishevelled auburn hair makes his heart do something funny in his chest. "A teenager?" he repeats with amusement, scooting closer to wrap an arm around her shoulders. "I think we are both well past our teenage years, sweetheart. But I can't deny that feeling– that complete loss of control because you just can't keep your hands off each other." His free hand comes up to cup her jaw gently, tilting her face toward him. "There is nothing wrong with getting swept away in the moment. In fact, I think it is one of the most honest things we can do." His thumb brushes along her bottom lip softly. "And for what is it worth? You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen when you lose control like that."