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Post by laurel on Jan 5, 2014 21:24:07 GMT -6
Laurel'd never been more elated in her entire life. Except for maybe the first time she and Oliver kissed. But this moment was definitely in her top ten. Law school. She'd gotten into fucking law school! Years of hard work, of fighting for the top spot in the class in high school, for getting straight As during her undergrad, and studying her ass off for the LSATs, it'd all paid off now. It'd been worth it, all of the sacrifice of a social life. Now she could make a difference.
She'd immediately sent a text to Oliver, informing him that she'd gotten in and they needed to go out tonight. She'd been so busy studying that she hadn't seen much of Oliver lately, and she felt awful. But now they could make up for it. She'd have the summer before classes started, and they could be together. Tonight would mark the beginning of something bigger and better for them.
Laurel'd asked him to meet her out for dinner, she'd worn her favorite red dress, that hugged her curves in all the right places. Auburn hair fell in loose curls, her make up painted on perfectly, and she waited outside of the restaurant, as patiently as possible, which wasn't very patient at all, really, for Oliver to arrive.
Tag: Oliver
Setting: six years ago
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Post by Oliver Queen on Jan 5, 2014 21:43:44 GMT -6
The second Oliver had recieved the text, he had been beaming with pride for Laurel Lance. He knew full well how hard she worked, and it had payed off. It had always been a dream of hers to go to law school and be a lawyer and Oliver didn't doubt she would be an incredible one. She was always fighting for justice, for what's right . . . and he often lost arguments with her so that was always a good sign for a future lawyer. The second he had found out, he had been planning ways to make this day special for her. Sarah was also well aware so . . . he would not be meeting her today. Today, was all about Laurel. And while he knew it should be like that every day . . . well, he wasn't going to delve into his unfaithful ways. It would be too much to contemplate.
Instead, he got what he needed to get done and before he knew it, the evening had come and he was getting ready to meet her for this very special occasion. Clad in one of his new suits -- and probably spending way too much time fixing his hair -- he headed over to the restaurant where she had told him to meet her at. As he was walking toward the entrance, he paused. She literally took his breath away, standing there in all her exquisite beauty. He wondered how anyone so perfect could exist. This was part of why he could never break up with her. Because every time he saw her, he felt like he was falling in love with her, and falling harder each time. She was an incredible woman in so many ways and he felt fortunate that she was in his life. That she was with him. He couldn't imagine not being with her, and in a very selfish sense, could not stand the thought of her with another man. That, and so many reasons were exactly why he could never end things with her. And of course had no immediate plans to.
She didn't see him and that was probably a good thing. It would give him time to wipe the drool from his mouth which . . . he wasn't actually doing, but still. He wouldn't look all suave if he was just standing there dumbfounded, speechless, and unable to tear his gaze away from her. So he regained his composure and as he began to near her, finally made his presence known by speaking. "Such incredible beauty and brains," he began to say smiling as he walked up to her. Putting his hands on her hips he leaned forward, kissing her lips. Letting the embrace linger for a few moments, he pulled away, a smile remaining on his lips. "How did I ever get so lucky?" He asked her, knowing that he was. Though perhaps didn't value her as much as he should considering . . . what else he was doing, or who else he was doing.
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Post by laurel on Jan 8, 2014 15:50:43 GMT -6
The little red dress hugged Laurel's curves in all the right places, dipped low enough in the front to display just the right amount of cleavage, and the square cut out in the back showed off the little wing tattoo on her right shoulder. It was her favorite, for a lot of reasons, but the top reason was the reaction she got out of Oliver when wearing it. It was like he couldn't take his eyes off of her, and Laurel loved it. She knew that her boyfriend was a flirt, and she tried terribly hard not to take it personally, but any time she could hold his full attention, Laurel snatched it and held onto it tight.
She'd had her back to him, checking her phone for a text from Sara, and it was Oliver's voice that made him known. Grinning, Laurel turned just in time to press her lips to his, hands resting against his shoulders. "Mmm, you are damn lucky, Queen," she smirked, stealing another kiss, her nose brushing against his. "I'm quite a catch you know."
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Post by Oliver Queen on Jan 8, 2014 20:45:33 GMT -6
Oliver smiled at her tease, about to speak but instead occupied his lips with hers when she leaned up for another kiss. "Don't I know it," he agreed, teasingly though with truth. He knew he was lucky to be with her . . . even if he didn't exactly remain faithful to her. It didn't mean he wasn't appreciative of her. Well, that was Oliver Queen's mindset anyway. "Speaking of being a catch," he began to say, as he took a very small step back, taking each of her hands in either of his and holding them out a bit.
"You look incredibly beautiful," he complimented, the words filled with sincerity for he spoke them from the heart. "But I suppose that's nothing new," he added. He raised one of her hands to his lips, lightly kissing the top of it. Oh yes. He was going to put on all the charm tonight. With his upcoming trip, and their cause for celebration . . . he wanted to pay her all the compliments he possibly could.
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