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bakerstreet2014-10-28 11:37 pm
pancaked) wrote in bakerstreet2014-10-28 11:37 pm
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You really wound need my guidance. Felicity Smoak at my mercy...you have my word, I'll abuse it just enough to make you beg for more. And then we'll go even a little further.
I'm not afraid of a little blood. And no apologizing...reciprocation is very much important. I'm planning to leave marks on your thighs, your neck, anywhere and everywhere I can.
I'm not afraid of a little blood. And no apologizing...reciprocation is very much important. I'm planning to leave marks on your thighs, your neck, anywhere and everywhere I can.
I like to think of it as...intense caring, instead of stalking.
Fifteen minutes is good. It's just me, Digg and Roy called it a night a few hours ago.
[ Even though it's pretty obviously it's only been him since the first text, he still feels the need to clarify. Especially with how cold he's been to her since the date. Oliver isn't exactly proud of it; his way of dealing, compartmentalizing everything. She told him to stop dangling maybes; his life is a mess and he needs Felicity. Outside of that, he's running on instinct.
Part of him is wondering whether he should actually put a shirt on. For the moment, he's pacing across the foundry. Why does she always make him feel that way? It's intense. A different kind of adrenaline than he gets from being the Arrow. ]
Fifteen minutes is good. It's just me, Digg and Roy called it a night a few hours ago.
[ Even though it's pretty obviously it's only been him since the first text, he still feels the need to clarify. Especially with how cold he's been to her since the date. Oliver isn't exactly proud of it; his way of dealing, compartmentalizing everything. She told him to stop dangling maybes; his life is a mess and he needs Felicity. Outside of that, he's running on instinct.
Part of him is wondering whether he should actually put a shirt on. For the moment, he's pacing across the foundry. Why does she always make him feel that way? It's intense. A different kind of adrenaline than he gets from being the Arrow. ]
I'd be completely in your hands. Totally dependent, and that's not something I do often. But I trust you. Even with the darkness over my eyes if trust your every touch, your every word, your every breath. You could just guide your fingers in to my mouth and I'd suck them so enthusiastically for you just because I could.
Good. There are some spots on my lower back and ass that desperately need some color, it's far to pale. If I don't get questioned about my boyfriend at work the next day I am going to be thoroughly disappointed.
Good. There are some spots on my lower back and ass that desperately need some color, it's far to pale. If I don't get questioned about my boyfriend at work the next day I am going to be thoroughly disappointed.
I didn't call it stalking. That one still goes to my new boss.
[ Oh, great, now she's bringing Ray Palmer into this. Good going, girl. ]
Never mind. And I figured, if you're sitting on the bed. I don't think anyone's actually caught you *in* that bed.
... not that Roy or Diggle would actually be looking.
[ Possibly Laurel. Maybe. ]
[ Oh, great, now she's bringing Ray Palmer into this. Good going, girl. ]
Never mind. And I figured, if you're sitting on the bed. I don't think anyone's actually caught you *in* that bed.
... not that Roy or Diggle would actually be looking.
[ Possibly Laurel. Maybe. ]
He's stalking you?
[ It's probably more of a joke than anything but he's glaring intently at the phone ]
Maybe I should pay Palmer a visit.
[ What? He can put an arrow in someone without killing them. And Ray will probably be fine only being able to use one leg for awhile ]
No, you're right. Maybe you'll be the first.
[ It's probably more of a joke than anything but he's glaring intently at the phone ]
Maybe I should pay Palmer a visit.
[ What? He can put an arrow in someone without killing them. And Ray will probably be fine only being able to use one leg for awhile ]
No, you're right. Maybe you'll be the first.
Edited 2014-11-01 10:36 (UTC)
There are other things we need to concentrate on. Returning home should be our main objective.
I'll only take as much advantage of it as you want. Though, blindfolded, dependent on me...there's not a better time to memorize every inch of your body, Felicity. Maybe I want to witness your enthusiasm...and maybe it won't only be my fingers.
It's a problem I can take care of. Especially your ass, I've already got a few ideas on how to add color, and spanking isn't out of the question.
It's a problem I can take care of. Especially your ass, I've already got a few ideas on how to add color, and spanking isn't out of the question.
I think he backed off once I took the job. I think he was irritating, or maybe infuriating, not dangerous. Not a threat.
[ She can fight some battles on her own, Oliver. Or lose them on her own. Whatever. Using the QC resources again, even if indirectly, couldn't be a bad thing, now could it? She only has to worry when her new employer will actually ask about all the long stories. She needs to be careful. Palmer is smart, scarily smart. And she's not thinking about him right now. She's just. Not. ]
[ Instead, she's sort of blinking at the last part of the message, one foot mostly in her shoe. She's not the first. She's never first. Second, maybe, and - hard to deny it - with Oliver the count might go into the triple digits. Or something. And yet he typed that and it's confusing. She shrugs on her jacket and finishes typing. ]
Better than the floor.
[ Hits send, and groans at the realization of the double entendre there. Why is everything so... complicated!!! ]
[ She can fight some battles on her own, Oliver. Or lose them on her own. Whatever. Using the QC resources again, even if indirectly, couldn't be a bad thing, now could it? She only has to worry when her new employer will actually ask about all the long stories. She needs to be careful. Palmer is smart, scarily smart. And she's not thinking about him right now. She's just. Not. ]
[ Instead, she's sort of blinking at the last part of the message, one foot mostly in her shoe. She's not the first. She's never first. Second, maybe, and - hard to deny it - with Oliver the count might go into the triple digits. Or something. And yet he typed that and it's confusing. She shrugs on her jacket and finishes typing. ]
Better than the floor.
[ Hits send, and groans at the realization of the double entendre there. Why is everything so... complicated!!! ]
When it comes to you there's hardly anything I don't want. You know that, right? Have I made it clear ?
I think you should. Take advantage and study as much as you can. There'll be a pop quiz later in the week. And yes, I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. I can't wait to try the different tastes.
I have the utmost faith that you can. Spanking, hm? Some would get the idea that I've been a bad girl. Though if I'm sore enough that I can't sit down at my desk I can't find it to complain. Might have to call in a sick day.
I think you should. Take advantage and study as much as you can. There'll be a pop quiz later in the week. And yes, I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. I can't wait to try the different tastes.
I have the utmost faith that you can. Spanking, hm? Some would get the idea that I've been a bad girl. Though if I'm sore enough that I can't sit down at my desk I can't find it to complain. Might have to call in a sick day.
[ The texting is easier; lately when they've been in the same room, the tension has almost been palpable. His fault, by in large, and all the mixed messages aren't going to make things any easier. But she's is light; and he knows in his heart that Felicity would have supported his decision not to kill. She understands him, probably better than anyone.
Now he's holding the phone in one hand, walking across the foundry, thinking about taking some of this tension and aggression out on one of the training dummies. He shouldn't flirt with her. Then why did he want to? ]
Would you prefer it on the floor?
[ There's a slight delay to the next text; for someone who prides themselves on self control, he's not showing much of it ]
I could make arrangements.
Now he's holding the phone in one hand, walking across the foundry, thinking about taking some of this tension and aggression out on one of the training dummies. He shouldn't flirt with her. Then why did he want to? ]
Would you prefer it on the floor?
[ There's a slight delay to the next text; for someone who prides themselves on self control, he's not showing much of it ]
I could make arrangements.
[ They can't help it. Even when the words are meant the most literal way, they just carry more weight. On the other hand, there were situations where it helped take away the weight of what's happening elsewhere. ]
[ Like the death of a loved one. ]
Oliver, I bought you that bed. Which part of that suggests I prefer it on the floor?
Do you prefer it on the floor?
[ She hasn't actually slept on the floor since MIT. ]
[ The other thing, either. ]
[ Like the death of a loved one. ]
Oliver, I bought you that bed. Which part of that suggests I prefer it on the floor?
Do you prefer it on the floor?
[ She hasn't actually slept on the floor since MIT. ]
[ The other thing, either. ]
Maybe you're full of surprises that I've yet to uncover.
[ All of this is probably a terrible idea; he should be telling Felicity important things, or trying to figure out what exactly it is that he wants, instead of this. But honestly? It's the best he's felt since what happened to Sara. And there might even be a slight smile on his lips ]
Walls usually work better than the floor. For me.
[ And there went any chance that he could mean something else by that ]
[ All of this is probably a terrible idea; he should be telling Felicity important things, or trying to figure out what exactly it is that he wants, instead of this. But honestly? It's the best he's felt since what happened to Sara. And there might even be a slight smile on his lips ]
Walls usually work better than the floor. For me.
[ And there went any chance that he could mean something else by that ]
As stubborn as I can be, I'm starting to get the message. It goes both ways. Having a...hard time thinking about something I wouldn't want to do to you.
Pop quiz...you realize this is just giving me some kind of classroom fantasy? You'll have more than a few different things to taste.
Who says you haven't been bad? Sometimes spankings are appropriate. I don't plan on you being able to sit at your desk...or even being able to walk right. Sick day may be inevitable.
Pop quiz...you realize this is just giving me some kind of classroom fantasy? You'll have more than a few different things to taste.
Who says you haven't been bad? Sometimes spankings are appropriate. I don't plan on you being able to sit at your desk...or even being able to walk right. Sick day may be inevitable.
[ ... okay, she's not walking or driving, if he's going to do this. That means a cab. (Not walking because, contrary to some evidence, she does have self-preservation instincts. Not driving, because too distracted.) ]
[ She hails one, and gives the driver directions, her voice a little choked, because now she can't stop thinking of hi weight pressing her against a wall, the searing kiss from outside QC turning into deeper, sweeter ones, or at least less pain-filled. And, no, Felicity, get a grip of yourself, that's just not on, no maybes, but she wants it. Sue her. I girl can want things, even if she knows better than to think they're actually going to happen. Not after... ]
[ The hospital, probably. Whatever. ]
I can imagine.
[ She can. She is. She should ask if anything happened while she was away, but she's not. ]
[ ... in for a penny, in for a pound. ]
Just walls, or shower walls?
[ She hails one, and gives the driver directions, her voice a little choked, because now she can't stop thinking of hi weight pressing her against a wall, the searing kiss from outside QC turning into deeper, sweeter ones, or at least less pain-filled. And, no, Felicity, get a grip of yourself, that's just not on, no maybes, but she wants it. Sue her. I girl can want things, even if she knows better than to think they're actually going to happen. Not after... ]
[ The hospital, probably. Whatever. ]
I can imagine.
[ She can. She is. She should ask if anything happened while she was away, but she's not. ]
[ ... in for a penny, in for a pound. ]
Just walls, or shower walls?
That's good to hear. I would of hated to have to buy a billboard of something to make it obvious. All good things, all good things. Here's to hoping it's not the only thing that's hard. Heyyo.
I knew it was inevitable Id have to dress up like a teacher some day. I've been preparing for this moment. And yes, glad to hear it.
I'm always on my best behavior , what could I have possibly done to wrong you ? These are all great plans. I might just call HR now and fake my sickness. This cough sounds really bad. I may have to be out for a couple of days...
I knew it was inevitable Id have to dress up like a teacher some day. I've been preparing for this moment. And yes, glad to hear it.
I'm always on my best behavior , what could I have possibly done to wrong you ? These are all great plans. I might just call HR now and fake my sickness. This cough sounds really bad. I may have to be out for a couple of days...
Edited 2014-11-01 11:25 (UTC)
Walls, shower walls...both.
[ One of his defense mechanisms is being able to divide his life in half; what effects the Arrow doesn't necessarily have to effect Oliver Queen. Sometimes it's the only way he can stay sane. But her she's the one thing he can't stop thinking about. As painful as the memory is, he can still remember how soft her lips were, the way they tasted ]
Depending on the other person, pretty much any flat surface works.
[ Now he's stealing a glance at the side entrance that they always use to get into the foundry. It's just going to be the two of them. He's the one that initiated this. No running away from it. A deep breath. ]
Like..a petite blond with a habit of working skirts. Just for example.
[ One of his defense mechanisms is being able to divide his life in half; what effects the Arrow doesn't necessarily have to effect Oliver Queen. Sometimes it's the only way he can stay sane. But her she's the one thing he can't stop thinking about. As painful as the memory is, he can still remember how soft her lips were, the way they tasted ]
Depending on the other person, pretty much any flat surface works.
[ Now he's stealing a glance at the side entrance that they always use to get into the foundry. It's just going to be the two of them. He's the one that initiated this. No running away from it. A deep breath. ]
Like..a petite blond with a habit of working skirts. Just for example.
There's been plenty of hard things since I started thinking about you in that costume.
Maybe it's the good girls that need a little corruption? The punishment doesn't always fit the crime. Or maybe I just haven't seen you bad yet. A couple of days off, though. You do that and I'll take care of you. You won't have to leave the apartment.
Maybe it's the good girls that need a little corruption? The punishment doesn't always fit the crime. Or maybe I just haven't seen you bad yet. A couple of days off, though. You do that and I'll take care of you. You won't have to leave the apartment.
[ This will end in tears. For her. Again. Tears that she's hiding when Oliver is yelling at Diggle. Tears alone in her apartment. A long story getting even longer. ]
[ She can tell him no. She can avoid answering the text, and when she gets there, she can be all business. And she knows that he'll give her that dismayed look, a hurt face, but he won't push. Until the next time something happens and they turn to each other, and the tension builds up again. Maybe it'll be easier if they just. Go ahead and go back to 'can't really be with you' in the morning. Or whatever. ]
[ Felicity just doesn't know. ]
It's usually dresses, really. Not that it matters that much. I mean, I could've done the whole jeans-and-t-shirt thing, but it wouldn't have been enough to be just one of the guys, so I just stuck around with what I like.
[ ... so she babbles. ]
[ She can tell him no. She can avoid answering the text, and when she gets there, she can be all business. And she knows that he'll give her that dismayed look, a hurt face, but he won't push. Until the next time something happens and they turn to each other, and the tension builds up again. Maybe it'll be easier if they just. Go ahead and go back to 'can't really be with you' in the morning. Or whatever. ]
[ Felicity just doesn't know. ]
It's usually dresses, really. Not that it matters that much. I mean, I could've done the whole jeans-and-t-shirt thing, but it wouldn't have been enough to be just one of the guys, so I just stuck around with what I like.
[ ... so she babbles. ]
See, I knew you'd like the costume. Go me and my planning skills. Well done team Smoak.
Oh and you think you're up for the task, Mr.Queen? You think you can corrupt the innocent and perfect Felicity Smoak? I don't know if you could handle me bad. I think it myth break your brain.
Good thing I get paid sick leave at my new job. I can't believe you are willing to cater to my every need. How sweet of you . I'll pay for the food we order in. It's the least I can do if you're gonna be pampering me the rest of the time.
Oh and you think you're up for the task, Mr.Queen? You think you can corrupt the innocent and perfect Felicity Smoak? I don't know if you could handle me bad. I think it myth break your brain.
Good thing I get paid sick leave at my new job. I can't believe you are willing to cater to my every need. How sweet of you . I'll pay for the food we order in. It's the least I can do if you're gonna be pampering me the rest of the time.
Felicity...
[ There's a pang of guilt in the pit of his stomach; a heavy feeling in his chest. He could tell her right then to go back home and Oliver knew she would. It would hurt; and he's caused plenty of pain in her life, in their lives, saving them from the inevitable heartache would have been the right thing to do. The noble thing to do. Something he's been trying to stick to...but he's just tired of being the one to carry that weight. He wants her; needs her. ]
I couldn't ever see you as one of the guys. I never have.
[ A million things he wants to tell her. That he does want a life. That the thought of his body being the one on the foundry table terrifies him. Or...that Oliver wants what Digg and Lyla have, and he wants it with her. ]
[ There's a pang of guilt in the pit of his stomach; a heavy feeling in his chest. He could tell her right then to go back home and Oliver knew she would. It would hurt; and he's caused plenty of pain in her life, in their lives, saving them from the inevitable heartache would have been the right thing to do. The noble thing to do. Something he's been trying to stick to...but he's just tired of being the one to carry that weight. He wants her; needs her. ]
I couldn't ever see you as one of the guys. I never have.
[ A million things he wants to tell her. That he does want a life. That the thought of his body being the one on the foundry table terrifies him. Or...that Oliver wants what Digg and Lyla have, and he wants it with her. ]
[ She laughs nervously at that text, then locks her phone, slips it in her purse, and pays the cab. She's walking into the foundry when she answers, a shaky smile on her face. ]
Okay, that one, I actually knew. I mean, even before the date when you talked about it. Though for the longest time I thought that I was just. Confusing you. And making you laugh. And sometimes forcing you to come up with ridiculous excuses, though I guess that tapered off once you took to bleeding in the back seat of my car. Not that I want you to go bleeding, there or elsewhere. Like. Ever.
[ She'd like to hear the part where you're not enacting some sort of suicide wish anymore, really. As long as that lasts. And, fast as her mouth is moving, her eyes are taking him in. Shirtless and impatient and everything. ]
Okay, that one, I actually knew. I mean, even before the date when you talked about it. Though for the longest time I thought that I was just. Confusing you. And making you laugh. And sometimes forcing you to come up with ridiculous excuses, though I guess that tapered off once you took to bleeding in the back seat of my car. Not that I want you to go bleeding, there or elsewhere. Like. Ever.
[ She'd like to hear the part where you're not enacting some sort of suicide wish anymore, really. As long as that lasts. And, fast as her mouth is moving, her eyes are taking him in. Shirtless and impatient and everything. ]
[ Just the soft clack of her shoes on the flooring is enough to make his heart hammer wildly against his ribcage. There's no going back now. She's there; and one way or another, Oliver knew they were going to deal with the tension that's been building. His arms are down at his sides; maybe he should have grabbed a shirt, heavily muscled torso and chest seems ready to launch into action at a second's notice ]
No. [ When on a mission, Oliver tends to completely cut her rambling out, but when it's just the two of them, it's endearing. Cute. ] There's was...always something more to you. Than just being the IT girl at Queen Consolidated. Or my partner.
[ A small step forward; the distance between them closing, he's looking down at her, taking her in all at once, meeting her gaze after ] Do you want to know the truth?
[ The question is more rhetorical than anything. Letting out an unsteady breath, he lifts one hand, brushing a few errant strands of blond hair away from her face ] The person I am, the things I've done...I couldn't understand how I would ever be able to deserve someone like you. That didn't...doesn't stop me from wanting.
No. [ When on a mission, Oliver tends to completely cut her rambling out, but when it's just the two of them, it's endearing. Cute. ] There's was...always something more to you. Than just being the IT girl at Queen Consolidated. Or my partner.
[ A small step forward; the distance between them closing, he's looking down at her, taking her in all at once, meeting her gaze after ] Do you want to know the truth?
[ The question is more rhetorical than anything. Letting out an unsteady breath, he lifts one hand, brushing a few errant strands of blond hair away from her face ] The person I am, the things I've done...I couldn't understand how I would ever be able to deserve someone like you. That didn't...doesn't stop me from wanting.
[She mostly stands in place, sure if she moves her nerves may make her back out of this. Her hands curl into the end of her jacket, but Thea is just as strong willed as Oliver is. She manages to keep herself together despite the spike in the pulse when he moves closer. She won't let him get the best of her.]
I'm here, aren't I? Not afraid of you. [For whatever has happened to him, and all the secrets he's keeping from her, Thea believes he's the only one she can trust. Roy broke her heart, and Moira just can't be trusted as much as Thea wants to.]
I'm here, aren't I? Not afraid of you. [For whatever has happened to him, and all the secrets he's keeping from her, Thea believes he's the only one she can trust. Roy broke her heart, and Moira just can't be trusted as much as Thea wants to.]
[Lucky for Roman Peter has been sporting half a chub most of the day and happened to text him at the right time. The idea seemed too tantilizing to turn down. Which is why he's currently on his knees in front of the other boy, one hand stroking him as his mouth envelope the head of his cock. His tongue slides underneath, making its way down slowly. He sucks at the tip, moving in a little more so his mouth is right above, making a better angle for Peter to take him in his mouth. For now though he just concentrates on the head, knowing how good it must feel.]
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