If excitement is what you're after, there's much nicer ways to find it than that.

( She laughs, quiet and soft, which turns into a hum of contentment thanks to the way he's playing with her head. It's nice--soothing. She continues to lean into his touch, her breath fanning warmly against his jawline as she reaches over to pull the blanket over them. )

I guess I did--and I guess I also won't complain whenever you make good on that.

( One corner of her mouth twitches upward in amusement. The feeling fades into something quieter, gentler; empathy. Her scars aren't visible, but they're very much a part of her. And not all of his are visible, either. Hardship is a thing they both have in common, and she'll never see him as anything other than strong and admirable for having endured it.

The fact that he doesn't walk on eggshells around her given her own losses means more to her than she'll ever be able to express. Few at home could ever understand. Because he does is one of the many reasons why she's fallen in love with him. Kara shivers, eyes intent on his as his lips touch the palm of her hand. It burns pleasantly, causing her smile to make a swift return. )

Oliver... thank you. For the record: having you in my life if more of a gift than I'd ever expected to receive.