The casual intimacy of being naked together in Harper's personal space felt natural and comfortable in a way Oliver had not experienced with anyone else. "Perfect choice," he approved as she pulled out a light blue silk night gown. "Action moves are definitely my speed. It gives me an excuse to put my arm around you without seeming creepy." His gaze lingered on her movements as she holds the gown in front of her, the silk fabric draping and catching the light with a subtle sheen. As she lifts it, the material ripples gently, responding to even the smallest motion. She raises her arms and slips them through the straps, guiding the gown upward. The silk glides over her skin with almost no resistance, creating a smooth, continues motion rather than anything abrupt. As the garment settles over her shoulders, gravity pulls it downward, and it cascades along the contours of her body. Oliver appreciates how effortlessly attractive she looks even when simply getting ready for bed. The domesticity of the moment was unexpectedly appealing.
Anna tilts her head slightly and shifts her shoulders to help the fabric fall into place, making small adjustments—pulling the neckline straight, smoothing the sides, and aligning the hem. The gown continues to move subtly even after it is on, the silk fabric swaying faintly with her breathing and any slight turn of her body. Once comfortable she looks over at Oliver, her blue green eyes roaming his body. "I might have a robe that would fit you... but it is purple," she said hesitantly, unable to imagine how he would look in her purple fluffy robe. Oliver's eyebrows shot up in mock horror at the mention of wearing purple, a dramatic expression crossing his face. "Purple?" he repeated incredulously. "Are you trying to turn me into a walking grape? Because I am not sure my masculinity can survive that colour." Despite his protects, a hint of amusement danced in his blue eyes as he considered the proposition. The idea of wearing her robe, something clearly designed for feminine curves rather than his broad frame, held a certain appeal. "Fine," he conceded with a dramatic sigh, pushing himself off the doorframe. "But if anyone sees me walking around in it, I am blaming this entirely on you." He followed her toward the wardrobed lining the hallway that led to the bathroom, his bare feet padding silently across the hardwood floors. The towel around his waist shifted slightly with each step, drawing attention to the powerful musculature of his thighs.
Harper pulled out a soft fluffy purple robe. "Here you go," she said as she handed it to him. Oliver took the purple robe from her hands holding it up with obvious scepticism. "This is... vibrant," he commented dryly, eyeing the fluffy material. "Are you sure this is not some kind of decorative throw blanket?" Despite his complaints, he began pulling on the robe, his movements careful as he navigated the plush, fluffy fabric. The robe material was thick and comfortable. He tied it loosely at the waist, so it opened slightly at the chest to reveal part of his muscular upper body. The robe was clearly too small for his frame, ending high above his knees. "There is no way this is going to stay on," he grumbled, adjusting the too-short sleeves. "I am going to look like a purple marshmallow." The sight of him attempting to wear her purple fluffy robe was comically endearing, his usual serious demeanour completely undermined by the ridiculous fit of the garment. He turned to face her fully, striking a pose with one hand on his hip. "How do I look? Terrifyingly fabulous or just terrifying?"
"Very sexy," Harper said playfully. "You can take if off when we go to bed." She walked into the kitchen. "Want some coffee to go with the movie?" she asked already turning on the electric kettle. Oliver followed her into the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen counter as she prepared two coffee cups, watching her movement with an appreciative gaze. "Coffee sounds perfect," he confirmed, running a hand through his still damp black hair. "And thank God you said I can take this thing off later. I was starting so feel like a human sized plush toy." He crossed his arms over his chest, which caused the fluffy material of the robe to pull righter across his torso in ways that highlighted his muscular physique beneath. despite his earlier protests about wearing purple, there was undeniable humour in his expression now. He watched as Harper made coffee and then they headed towards the living room. She placed the coffee cups on the glass coffee table as she sat down on the couch.
Oliver settled onto the couch besides Harper, the too short purple robe riding up his thighs as he sat. he grabbed one of the steaming mugs from the coffee table, taking a sip before setting it back down. "This is perfect," he commented approvingly, nodding toward her own mug. "You make great coffee." The living room lighting cast a cozy glow over both of them as she got comfortable on the sofa. He stretched an arm along the back cushions behind her head, creating an inviting space for her to lean against if she wanted. "What is your favourite spy franchise?" he asked conversationally, picking up the remote control. "Bond? Bourne? Or are you more into the Jason Statham brand of explosion and broken limbs?" His free hand found its way to her knee, giving it a gentle squeeze through the thin silk of her light blue nightgown. Harper leans against his chest and turns on the television with the remote she took from Oliver. "Have you ever seen MacGyver?" she asked as she opened the online TV streaming application.
Oliver's eyebrows raised in surprise at her question, a genuine amused expression spreading across his face. "MacGyver? Seriously?" he chuckled, wrapping an arm more securely around her shoulders as she leaned against him. "I haven't thought about that show since I was a teenager building pipe bombs in my parent's garage." He watched as she navigated the streaming menu, his fingers absently tracing patterns on her arm through the silk of her light blue nightgown. The combination of her comfortable weight against him and the familiar nostalgia of classic television was surprisingly pleasant.