[ the stubborn lack of acknowledge how frigid the temperature is doesn’t take away from how much warmth kara is radiating; just the brush of her legs is like coming into contact with a heater. pleasantly roasting. candlelight isn’t the best at revealing oliver’s expression but it’s a far too serious one at the moment ]

Kara. [ important business, apparently. his hand is splayed out on her abdomen, calloused fingertips tracing the skin, and he gives a nod against the pillow ] The only time you’re allowed to wear a hat to bed is if it’s the only thing you’re wearing...and even then.

[ that’s not some weird kink on his side, either. maybe a santa hat. though letting the train of his thoughts continue down that path would make things go an entirely different way. ] How can it be in the twenties outside and you feel like you were just sunbathing?