"I'm already planning a board game night in my head," Felicity says. "Something you're actually not good at? Gotta make some use out of that one."

That's something she'll plan in detail later. Right now, she's a little preoccupied, the hand on his abdomen moving to slip beneath his shirt. "Maybe we can get something easy like Hi Ho Cherry-O, just so you've got at least a bit of a chance," she murmurs, sliding her palm along his stomach and up the center of his chest.