A Coliver 2×08 Coda (note: gets very very slightly nsfw under the cut)
“So, Mr. Hampton,” Connor says through a grin as he props his head up with a hand. “And questions on the material covered today?”
His pulse is still pounding through his veins and he hasn’t quite caught his breath yet but Oliver still chuckles. “Maybe a few,” he says.
“Really?” Connor lets the word drag out and his grin spreads even wider. He trails a hand down Oliver’s side and over his stomach, his fingertips lightly dancing over the skin. “You didn’t think the lecture was thorough.”
“Oh no. It was very thorough.” Oliver bites his lip a little, trying to go for coy but he’s smiling too much wide for it to really land. “I just still have some questions. Some…details that we might have to go over it again.”
“I can see that,” Connor concedes. His fingers pass Oliver’s heart and Connor pauses to press his hand flat against Oliver’s heart to feel it beat against his palm.
Oliver lifts a hand to brush the hair off Connor’s forehead. “Maybe it’s something we could discuss in office hours.”
“Office hours?” Connor repeats in disbelief. When Oliver just nods, Connor busts out laughing, his head falling down on Oliver’s shoulder.
“What?” Oliver asks, suddenly doubtful. He thought he understood the game they were playing but now Connor’s laughing so hard he’s almost crying.
“Nothing. It’s just…office hours,” Connor manages to get out through through the laugher.
“Why is that funny?” Oliver demands. The doubt is gone from his voice only to be replaced by a twinge of embarrassment.
“No. It’s not. I’m sorry. It’s just-” Managing to quell his giggles, Connor props his head back up with a hand. “It’s just…” Whatever excuse or reason Connor’d been prepared to give fled from his mind when he looked down at Oliver. Oliver, lying there on Annalise’s desk, looking happy and sated and safe. “I love you,” Connor whispers. He still isn’t quite used to saying it yet.
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