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Sexy Surprise Waiting for You

There's little better than being able to come back to the place you hang your hat. Take your shoes off. Let your hair down. Oh, but wait! You have someone waiting for you - your lover. Or somebody who clearly wants to be your lover, because...

a. they're wearing something incredibly alluring.
b. they're wearing nothing at all.
c. either a or b, but they have their hands all over themselves, and wouldn't you like to replace their hands with your hands?

No matter the case, you definitely should have come home earlier. Now, what's to do with your little gift. They're all yours, you know.

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[Probably waiting for, but either role!]

[Can be either role. No crosscanon deities. No minors (21+)]

[Either role.]

[Probably the one waiting, but can do either role.]

[ooc: Interested in an AU setup where Poe is a star FO pilot and always at Hux's beck and call as his personal pilot when necessary?]

[ooc: Absolutely! Hux is about as affectionate as a brick, especially to subordinates, so you want to have Poe be the one waiting?]

[ Anyone else and he would have known; but this is her. They have different kinds of training. Stealth is one of the areas that she far and away surpasses him at. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t pick up on the soft sound of her breathing or that anyone had been there at all. Oliver sheds his jacket first, letting it rest haphazard on the back of a chair, his mind somewhere else. Letting his defenses down has always been a struggle; eased by the sense of ‘home’, but that doesn’t magically send away all the baggage he carries...no-one probably understands that better than her.

The bedroom is the first place he gets the sensation of not being alone. Except..it isn’t alarm. At least not only that. Fine hairs on the back of his neck raise up; and Oliver can feel his skin breaking out into gooseflesh. His hand finds the light switch, a soft glow illuminating the room, and then his breath hitches slightly. Blonde hair; curves hidden underneath the sheets. Wearing nothing; or very little.

It’s enough to make his adrenaline spike for an entirely different reason. The shock manifests itself on his expression only briefly; his eyes haven’t really left her form and Oliver lets out a shallow breath ]

Sara…[ Her name is low, quiet, they both know as much as her being there is a surprise, it isn’t one that he’ll ever turn away from. Not her. There’s an almost immediate pang of desire ] I guess my place isn’t league of assassin proof. [ The words are playful, lips curling into a smirk ]

[He really shouldn't feel bad. The League of Assassins' stealth training was far superior to Slade's - though that wasn't saying much. The man was about as subtle as the machine guns he was so fond of. In any case, it's easy enough for her to slip into his penthouse suite from the balcony. The alarm system is advanced, but only just enough to entertain her. She really should talk to him about upping protection in the place he sleeps at night.

But she'll save that for later. She hasn't come here to lecture him, or do much talking in general, really. Neither of them are particularly fond of heavy conversation, and when they're in close proximity, it's... not exactly a priority, either.

She's already grinning when she hears the sound of his footsteps, the shuffle towards the bedroom door as he unwinds after a likely long day on the streets. She cants her head at him sweetly at he enters, and damn if all the trouble of getting here isn't worth the look on his face. Worth the sound of her name on his lips.]

Apparently not. But I like to think the surprise is worth the security breach.

Surprises are something I’ve become pretty good at avoiding. [ To have taken his eyes off sara at the point would have been a herculean effort. It’s her...a reminder of the talent she’s always had, even before the gambit, to keep him on his toes ] I’m glad I didn’t manage to miss this one.

[ The security breach is worth it; none of the alarm bells are going off in his head that would have been there under any other circumstances. His reactions are different in nature; more base. Resisting her, back then or now, has never really been possible. The buttons on his shirt come undone quickly before it’s shrugged off altogether. She doesn’t need a reason for being there; the why isn’t important, not when she’s this close.

And then he’s at the foot of the bed, hand clutching the sheet to pull it back, and reveal the present waiting for him underneath. He knows the scars on her body with the same familiarity of his own; can remember the things that make her gasp and tremble, or how she could leave him feeling more spent but satisfied than anyone else ever had.

When she’s away, it’s almost easier to forget how much he’s missed this, missed her, but now...his body’s reaction speaks for itself, his gaze unwavering ]

I think I’m ready to show you how worth it that it is.

Good to know I'm not losing my touch. [She's grinning as she watches him cross the room, partly triumphant that she's managed to get the jump on him and partly in anticipation of what's to come. After so much time in isolation, so much time spent underground in this part of the world or the other, she can't deny that she's missed him. The way he moves, the quiet gruffness in his voice, the way the hunger gleams in his eyes when he looks at her. She can already feel the ache, the need in her growing now that he's so close - now that he's finally right here in front of her.

She wets her lips as he shrugs off his shirt, shifting onto her back and propping herself up by her elbows as he tugs the sheets away. The cool air raises goosebumps on her bare skin - or maybe that's the anticipation again - and she keeps her legs crossed for a moment before spreading them just slightly, just to give him a peek.]

Hope so. 'Cause I haven't gotten any more patient since last time.

((So I have a silly idea - Barry comes flashing into Star City to get Oliver for Reasons, turns on the light and oh hey that's not Oliver in bed?))

[ooc: ha, I like it! Mind starting?]

It had been desperation that had driven Barry to race all the way to Star City to find Oliver. But he'd been lied to again. Manipulated again. Jay had lied to all of them and Barry couldn't let the cracks show to the team in Central City. They had to see him holding things together so he could find a way to go after Zoom and end things once and for all.

So he went to talk to Oliver, the closest thing Barry had to a mentor that, you know, hadn't lied to or manipulated him.

Call him distracted, but he barely notices as he skids to a stop inside Oliver's loft. Whoops. Didn't mean to phase through the door there. The speedster pads into the bedroom, reaching for the lamp. "Hey, Ollie.."

Ohgod. That's not Oliver. That's not Oliver at all. Oliver might be blonde but he doesn't have curves like that and Barry scrambles back, expression wildly embarassed. "Ohgodohgod I'm so sorry!"

The thing about sneaking into a vigilante's bedroom to wait for them in the middle of the night is that it takes a long, long time until they're back from patrol. Sara's been curled up in Ollie's bed for the better part of an hour, and she's starting to think she won't see him home until sunrise.

She's fiddling on her phone, toggling between texts and attempting to figure out how to play Angry Birds, when suddenly - very suddenly, someone in a red leather onesie materializes in front of her.

"What the fuck-" She reaches instinctively for the bo staff leaning on the bedside table next to her, though his nervous stammering at least stops her from attempting any real damage. "This is the part where you start explaining or get put down."

Edited 2016-04-16 06:20 (UTC)

"Oh crap, I'm so sorry," he stammers again, feeling his face flush red with embarrassment. Oliver was going to kill him. "I.. I was looking for someone else. I didn't.. crap. I'm just gonna go.. wait out here."

Barry doesn't speed out of the room but he does race to stumble backwards and into the living room, tearing off his cowl. Nice. He comes all the way see Oliver for some help and manages to possibly wreck what was going to be a romantic encounter for the vigilante.

Super smooth, Allen.

Well. Waiting out in the living room wasn't exactly a sign of imminent danger. Despite whatever teleportation mojo he was packing, she was pretty sure she could take him in a fight.

She's dressed in a minute or two, in the black leather getup but not the mask - it seems kind of silly to put it on, now that he's seen... so much of her. Still, she grips the twirls the bo-staff in a hand as she makes her way out to way he's waiting, canting her head at him curiously.

"So? Wanna start explaining?"

Black leather. Bo staff. Oookay. So she's probably not just Oliver's girlfriend. Barry pulls back the cowl and scrubs his hand through his hair. "Yeah, I.. um. God this is awkward."

"My name is Barry and I'm.. I'm a friend of Oliver's from Central City. I had kind of.." don'tstaredon'tstaredon'tstare "I needed his advice."

He chews on the corner of his lip. "I probably should have called first. I'm so sorry."

Her brow furrows as she glances him over. The red leather getup, the lightning bolt, the phasing in unannounced. Crossing her arms over her chest, she shoots him a smirk.

"Flash, right? Or is The Flash? Ollie mentioned you. Didn't say you liked to drop in unannounced, though." She clicks the bo staff in half and stows them at the holster behind her back before reaching out a hand. "Sara."

"Lance, right?" He tugs at his glove awkwardly, peeling it off and tossing it aside before he shakes her hand. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I.. I got a little sidetracked about things and didn't realize how fast I was going."

It's a lame excuse, but there's an earnest enough look in his eyes as he shifts. "Ollie kind of helped me out when I woke up, when I realized what I could do. I thought I could come here for advice and I totally didn't mean to mess up.."

"Don't tell him? I've already been shot in the back once. It really sucks."

"Ollie's team is giving our full names out now, huh?" She smirks, reaching out to give his hand a firm shake. "No harm done. Guess it happens when you try to surprise a vigilante at home."

She grins at him, at how shifty and awkward and uncomfortable he is under her gaze. He's funny.

"From what I hear, he's cut back on doing any permanent damage with those arrows these days, so you may be safe," she says, circling around him towards the kitchen to dig into the fridge for a beer. "But I'll play it safe and take the naked part out of the story when I tell him you dropped by. Want one?" She holds a spare bottle up for him, twisting the cap off another and taking a swig from her own.

Hey, he pays attention. Really.

"Thanks. He might have gotten away from permanent damage, but I've been shot before by those arrows. Not really a fan." And no, he's never ever going to let Oliver live that down even if the vigilante had been trying to make a point. "Yeah, thanks." It won't do anything for him but it gives Barry something to do with his hands and for now he'll take it.

"Ollie's helped me figure out a lot of things while I get used to this.. trying to help people. I really didn't mean to screw anything up, I just needed to talk to him."

"He actually shot you?" She cocks a brow, eyeing him curiously before taking a pull from her bottle. "Maybe it's 'cause you didn't knock."

She slides a beer over to him, then hops up to sit on the counter.

"Yeah, he's good with the advice. Except for when he needs to take it himself." She shrugs. "He'll probably be on patrol for another hour, at least. I'd offer to talk in his place, but I doubt my advice will be all that helpful."

[Walking in.]

[Care for a space pirate who's been making things interesting on her planet while working on pirating enough to get his ship repaired and get back to annoying the Empire?]

[that might work. my only problem is how young he is. would you be willing to age him up about ten years?]

[Sorry, RL things slowing me down... but yeah, we can do that, if you rather! Did you want to start, or did you have any other requests/ideas?]

[Would you mind starting, since she's the one walking in? I know nothing about him or his canon. :D? ]

[Sorry I'm so slow, RL has been busy+stressful, but here is a thing at last!]

Surely, Ariadne had heard about the rising star of piracy whose name had been made so quickly in her ocean, earning a reputation for ruthlessness, cunning, and somehow getting away with the seemingly impossible--she had even encountered him before, once or twice, so she's know his additional reputations for flamboyance and as an utterly shameless ladies' man at least were very well deserved.

Even with that preparation, however, and no matter how he might have hit on her in the past, she probably hadn't expected to find him relaxing lazily in her chambers, his customary leather coat, boots, and pants casually arranged off to the side, and him apparently in an open dress shirt, her bed sheets, and his wide-brimmed plumed hat, which was set atop his face to block out the light. Judging by the way the sheets draped over his body, if he wore anything under them, it wasn't much. With one hand, he nudged the hat upward just enough to peek out from under it when she entered--and flashed a cheeky grin at her, as though he somehow belonged there and she was the one intruding.

"Captain Wednesday, lovely as ever. It's been awhile."

[More than likely the one walking in on the scene, and trying to figure out what is going on.]

[ Finn feels highly uncomfortable, sneaking into Rey's bunk, taking off his clothes, hiding them in the fresher, then slipping into her bed. But Poe had said she'd like it. He'd said it would be a good surprise for her when she gets back to base. He fidgets as he waits, trying pose after pose, waiting for the door to open. ]

[It'll be a good hour before Rey comes back to her bunker. Poe was inquiring about his jacket (well, Finn's technically) and Rey swore she still had it in her bunker. She wanted to get it cleaned before returning it back to him. She isn't paying much attention until she goes into her bunker and does a double take at seeing Finn in her bed with the covers up.]

Hi?

[Weird, just weird....but it makes her smile and shake her head at him.]

What? Got lost on the way to your bunker?

[ He tries to still when he hears the door open, arranging himself up on his elbow, facing Rey. ]

Huh? No, I...

[ He purses his lips, shaking his head. ]

I was trying to surprise you.

Well, it's quite a surprise.

[There's a soft chuckle, turning her attention away from him to look for the jacket Poe wanted. Well, it was Finn's now, so perfect timing. She could give it back to Finn who could give it to Poe.

However, it dawns on her that Finn is in her bed...and he was waiting for her. Now she slowly turns back to him with a confused look in her eyes.]

Why were you waiting for me and why are you in my bed?

[Was he taking a nap? Because he had to clothes underneath the sheets, right?]

[Can go with either role since John isn't the most forthcoming of people. Could be using this to seduce information out of a person or be seduced.]

[ can be either role. ]

[Definitely the surprise, likely wearing a signature babydoll negligee. OTA.]

[open to either, but preference for eric to be the one walking in.]

Edited 2016-04-15 13:25 (UTC)

[ Fighting off the feelings that came with drinking a vampire's blood proved to be more difficult for Stiles than he ever imagined. He'd heard stories of how even members of his pack had formed some kind of bond with vamps after they'd had even a drop of their blood and they were werewolves for Christ's sake. Stiles wasn't anything more than a human and ever since Eric saved him little more than two days ago it was all Stiles could do to not crawl out of his damn skin.

Dealing with teenage hormones was bad enough, but dealing with them on top of apparently every sexual fantasy he's ever had paling in comparison to the ones that brought him out of his deep sleep into where he's either humping his bed or has his legs up and swears he feels Eric thrusting into him? Dealing with those bring Stiles to a point where he can't take it any longer. Enough so that when he gets in his Jeep and drives to Fangtasia it's without any feeling of regret or shame.

Stiles finds himself alone in the empty club, still too early for anyone to be showing up, but he knows Eric should be along soon enough. He's been here enough times to know the man's routine.

So, he waits for Eric on the vampire's throne. He's naked and hard, trying pose after pose until his leg is up on one arm of the chair. This would be sexy, right? ]

[ either role! ]

[ooc: Probably walking in, but open to either.]

[Either role works for me, but having him walk in would be a nice twist.]

_{[Surprise him! Just brace for mild bewilderment.]}

[ ooc: Warning for all the rusty voicetesting! ]

Sango?

[Miroku blinked in surprise when he saw her. The woman he not so secretly loved doing something he only dared to imagine in some of his fantasies.]

You um... you do realize this is my room right?

[He checked his surroundings again just to make sure he was right about that.]

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