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Post by Felicity Smoak on Feb 2, 2014 17:45:23 GMT -6
Felicity slowly blinked awake, and just laid there for a moment, before her mind came back to her. Pushing up she looked around, until her eyes fell on Oliver. "I'm sorry!" She said quickly, before pushing up and looking out side to see it was really dark. What time was it?
Reaching for her tablet---where was it? She stood up and begin looking around, only to notice him getting dressed. "Where are you going?" Had something happen? What did she miss? Did he find a clue?! Without her! Dang it! She didn't want to sleep through the good stuff! She wanted to help him win. How did he not sleep?--She knew how. The island. Everything always came back there. Even so many years later.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Feb 2, 2014 18:43:33 GMT -6
He saw her abruptly get up and quickly apologize for falling asleep, which . . . was not something she had to apologize for. Just because he didn't have normal sleeping habits, didn't mean he expected everyone else to stay awake all the time. He calmly continued to put on his shoes, starting to answer he question. "I'm just going to see what I can find, if anything." Follow the same routine that the crew had; there could be something there.
Especially considering they still hadn't found where they were storing the firearms. Oliver knew that had them, because how else would they effectively threaten a yacht full of people. He rose to his feet and looked at her. "You should go upstairs and get some sleep." It was late, and she needed to rest. She needed to actually sleep through the night rather than just take a cat nap on the couch. They would have another long day tomorrow. "I shouldn't be more than a couple of hours." He didn't want to leave her here alone for too long. Just in case.
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Post by Felicity Smoak on Feb 2, 2014 19:03:32 GMT -6
"No, I'm up. I'm fine." She assured him, "Power nap!" Teasing it, she watched him as he got ready, while trying to think of some way to help. "Do you need me to do anything? I can review some tape or watch you on camera." Or do something that didn't involve sitting here and risking falling sleep again.
"I could . . . . go with you." If he wanted, though she knew there was a reason she never went out with him to the field. Cause she could be a hindrance. Slow him down and all that. Still, it was the same way with him on the computer, he slowed her down if she had to work around him. It balanced out.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Feb 2, 2014 19:42:46 GMT -6
She said she was fine, and that she had a power nap, but he still wanted her to get some more sleep. He had a feeling he wouldn't be able to convince her to though. "I watched the camera feed for a few hours. It looks like most everyone has gone to sleep." Which meant, she didn't have to worry about watching him on camera. She suggested going with him, noticing slight hesitation with that offer. On the one hand, it would help make him look less suspicious if someone happened to stumblr across him with his 'wife', rather than just if he was alone.
On the other hand, Felicity needed to rest, and he didn't want to ask her to wander around with him when she must be exhausted. So he supposed that was his answer right there. "I would much rather you sleep for the rest of the night. We have a long day tomorrow." Because they would need to finalize everything; find out all the rest of the details that they could. He didn't doubt her abilities to do that, he just knew that she would feel better rested if she had a solid night's sleep. And, well besides the work aspect that kept her busy today, he knew that he had also worked her in more . . . intimate ways.
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Post by Felicity Smoak on Feb 2, 2014 19:57:16 GMT -6
He turned her down, as she expected but it didn't mean wasn't disappointed. "No, it's fine! I can just get some work done. See what I can find out about . . . . everyone." Things already done. Maybe she could try looking into more of the electronics here to be ready for tomorrow, and see how she could have some cards up her shelve for when everything went down.
Yeah! There was a plan! . . . or she could end up watching his ever move on camera to make sure no one got the drop on him. Another plan! Maybe a shower . . . while he was gone. She could do that. Moving to sit on the coffee table and watch him, Felicity wondered what he was going to look at. "What parts of the ship are you going too?"
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Post by Oliver Queen on Feb 2, 2014 21:24:49 GMT -6
 She wasn't going to sleep. Even if he went on his own, it was clear that she was not going to get the rest he was telling her to get. She asked what parts of the ship he was going to and he made a mental checklist to investigate a few of the areas he had seen the staff go to. Or well, one particular staff member. "The dining hall, the locker room in the pool, and the gym." The gym being his first stop since he was doing it in logical order of what came first and where he could do the most thorough search at this time. He stood there, watching her for a moment, wondering if she was disappointed by his answer, and if she truly did want to accompany him.
"If you want to come Felicity, you can," he offered. He wasn't going to pressure her either way. The decision was hers. He was going regardless and while he preferred her to get rest, if that was not happening, and she still wanted to do something, then perhaps it was best that she come with him. Besides, it wasn't as if he had ever been overly rejecting of her ocmpany.
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Post by Felicity Smoak on Feb 2, 2014 21:59:10 GMT -6
"If you want to come Felici--," She was moving before he finished her name, as she ran up the steps to change. "Just give me a second!" She called as she only just got the door shut before puling on something that would look casual while they were walking around at night, and still keep her warm.
She came down shortly after when a white tank top, and a colorful shirt that was mostly sheer on. Smiling up at him, Felicity was glad he changed his mind. While she knew she might not be much help, it was still fund to go exploring and get to know the ship. "Ready!"
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Post by Oliver Queen on Feb 2, 2014 22:20:30 GMT -6
Oliver watched Felicity literally leap at the offer of joining him in his exploration. When she ran upstairs, he smiled with amusement, not even waiting long before she rejoined him downstairs. Her genuine excitement only made him continue to lightly smile, even if he still wished she would get some rest while she could. "Let's go," he said as he opened the door for her, putting his hand on her back to guide it out. Once they were in the hallway, he closed the door, making sure it was locked before they began their little venture.
"We'll go to the gym first," he told her, giving her some sense of the direction they would be traveling. "I managed to find a couple other cruise workers that had records. So right now, we have a total of three known accomplices. That should be enough to give us a good lead to find out which others are involved." Because they had more to track now, and hopefully tomorrow could really narrow down the list and find out the exact number of people involved.
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Post by Felicity Smoak on Feb 2, 2014 22:26:45 GMT -6
Oliver's hand on her back made her feel giddy, and she moved to the hall to wait for him, and then walked closely so that he could whisper and tell her what he was planning. Felicity wasn't sure what he planned to find in the gym but she knew she would help.
Walking that way, she linked her hand in his arm when they passed a bell hop, taking up some champagne or something to one of the rooms. They didn't do more then nod at them, and kept going but it was a good excuse to touch him right now and that was what she wanted. "You think the gym might be a good place for them to hide messages?" She asked, suddenly thinking about how not a lot of rich guys often worked out very hard so it would give them a safer place to do things.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Feb 2, 2014 23:13:23 GMT -6
As they walked through the halls, casually passing someone who was taking champagne up to someone. When he was gone, Felicity posed the question of whether he thought they would be hiding messages in the gym. "There is a lot of equipment in there," he pointed out. Including equipment that looked like it had not been used for quite some time. "It is worth checking," he added. They had limited time and so any leads they had, they needed to check.
He had spent time there every day since they had come aboard this ship, and while others joined him, they didn't spend a lengthy amount of time in there. So it certainly would be a good cover location to pass messages if they feared being over heard or were unable to meet in person. Oliver had a feeling that this was how most of the interactions would be taking place. Once they got there, Oliver opened the door for ber to step in before he followed. He looked around at the equipment, mentally recalling what 'Chris' had cleaned and which equipment he had not touched.
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Post by Felicity Smoak on Feb 3, 2014 9:00:29 GMT -6
Felicity had no clue which ones Chris had touched, cleaned, or looked at. She had not paid attention to that detail. So instead as she walked in, she began taking notes of computer things. TVs set for not-local news, and instead one for starling. There was an employee log book that she flipped through. Some blank note pads. Picking up a pencil she rubbed over it to see if she could get the words to show up through the indentations.
Finding nothing, Felicity walked toward the back, were she again saw IT. The massively tall poles that built the sides of the salmon latter. She circled one pole, trying to recall what moves he did to climb to the top. She knew she'd never be able but it was still fun to stand here and just imagine.
There was a bar already in place on the bottom rug, and she reached up to just be able to grasp it. Pulling up she tried to even do a pull up, but only got her noise over the bar before she dropped back down.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Feb 3, 2014 9:28:29 GMT -6
Oliver was inspecting the different equipment that Chris had 'cleaned', trying to see if there were any parts of it that had recently been unassembled and then resembled. So far, no luck; everything looked in tact. Noticing something out of the corner of his eye, he slightly turned his head to see Felicity attempt what looked to be a chin up. He gave a small smile, seeing her struggle with it and began to walk up to her, standing in front of her just when she hit the ground hard.
While she wasn't exactly wearing the best work out clothes, there was no need to do a hardcore routine. He then moved to stand behind her, taking her hands and putting them on the bars, adjusting her fingers to grasp it properly. "Try again," he encouraged, and this time, he would help her move up. Not wanting her to pull anything, he put his hands on her waist and slowly helped lift her as she used her arms to do so as well.
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Post by Felicity Smoak on Feb 3, 2014 21:09:44 GMT -6
Felicity felt herself drop, and she laughed. By the time she opened her eyes, Oliver was there and seemingly laughing at her too. Or at least smiling. He moved behind her and adjusted her hands to hold it better, before moving them down to span her waist. She took a moment to just feel this touch there, and how large his hands were compared to her, before she was able to pull up on the bar.
It was easier, because he was taking most her weight, and doing it like it was nothing. Her breathing hitched, but not from the effort she was putting in. From his touch. As she came down from the last one, her hands moved from the bar to rest over his, letting him lower her. Looking over her shoulder at him, Felicity grinned, "You make it look so easy." And he did. When he did it you thought 'I can try that!' but trying it made you see how hard he was---IT WAS!
Turning she stepped to the side. "You do it." Though she didn't back up to give him space. She wanted to watch, like she always did, only this time up close. This time she wanted to touch.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Feb 4, 2014 9:48:50 GMT -6
Oliver gave a small smile when she lowered herself from the bar and said that he had made it look so easy. 5 years of training had that affect. Besides, this particular routine worked several parts of his joints and muscles so he did it as often as possible -- when time permitted. She encouraged him to do it, aware that she 'liked watching him do that' as she had vocalized such when he'd returned from the island the second time.
So with those simple words, Oliver reached for the bar and lifted himself so that his head was well over the bar. "It's more about technique, than strength," he began to explain to her. It was effortless for him at this point from having done it so long but more importantly, it helped him keep him in shape for his vigilante activities.
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Post by Felicity Smoak on Feb 4, 2014 13:16:48 GMT -6
Felicity watched Oliver as he took her place and lifted himself up. It did look easy, even this close when she had just tried. Almost effortless, even though she could see the muscles under his skin tighten, shiften, and bunch. His hands no longer looked just big, but also deadly, strong--and she missed them.
How strong they looked, and how gentle they felt. He could fend off ten men with no bow, but still some how control his strength and touch her just perfectly. Reaching up she rested her hand over his side, feeling his skin move under his shirt. "Oh, do tell me more."
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Post by Oliver Queen on Feb 4, 2014 22:24:21 GMT -6
Oliver was about to move up to the next stage on the ladder, when he felt -- more than saw -- Felicity's hand touch his side, making contact with his skin. He paused as he looked down at her, her words encouraging him to explain more. With all the barriers he had broken through with her, he knew it was going to be difficult -- if not impossible -- to put those walls back up. It was why he had used all his strength to ensure that he did not break them. But something had happened here, and he could not bring hmiself to regret it, even if he regretted how he had and still may yet hurt her.
He released his hold on the bar and stood on his feet once more, standing in front of her with a slight smile. He knew he should tell her that they should keep moving, explore another room . . . or something to make them stay on task. But all he could do was look at her, in wonder at how a single touch from her could hold so much power over him; could fill his heart with so much emotion, and his body with so much need. "I think I've said enough," he said teasingly, unable to focus on anything else apart from his desire to kiss her.
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Post by Felicity Smoak on Feb 4, 2014 22:45:05 GMT -6
He let go and dropped down beside her, making Felicity take a step backwards, before stepping forwards again, only this time to stand before him. Every other time they had been together it had been because of their emotions getting the better of them. They didn't think. They embraced. They didn't linger, for the need was too great.
Now she wanted to see him laugh. She wanted to tease him. Give him a few moments of a lighter mood when the world wasn't crashing down on him. Reaching up for his shirt, she pulled it off of him, before pulling her shirt just enough to have it pool at her feet. "Help me do it again." She asked, reaching up to stretch and try to get the bar, only this time when his hands touched her hips, there was almost nothing between his hands and her skin, and thanks to the missing skirt her legs were able to wrap around his waist to hold him to her.
She knew that as she let herself fall, and her legs stay around his, that he could feel her moving, both her entire front brushing against his from hip to shoulder, her breast brushing his lips; and that he could also feel her moving where their hips were together. "How's my technique."
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Post by Oliver Queen on Feb 19, 2014 8:22:54 GMT -6
He watched her as she began to lift his shirt, raising his arms so that it could be removed. But more importantly, he watched her as she removed her own shirt, telling him to help her again. Keeping his eyes on her, he put his hands on her hips to help brace her as she held onto the bar, unable to take his gaze off of her. He had told himself so many times that he couldn't do this again to her, and yet every time he was alone with her . . . he failed in staying true to this vow. His fingers spread out, feeling her soft skin, all those familiar feeling she caused within him starting to surface once again.
Letting the bar go, he found his head aligned with her chest. He closed his eyes, taking in her scent, letting his lips brush against skin with every move she made. Every part of her that was touching him made him feel that strong need for her. Every sensual move she made only filled him with so many emotions that all rational thought fled his mind. "Perfect," he whispered in response to her question, though he wasn't sure if he was directly answering her question, or if he was saying what he thought about her. After a few more soft kissing along her chest area, he pulled her down a bit more so that he could kiss her properly, his lips finding hers and passionately yet softly kissing her, holding her firmly against him as his hand went to the back of her head to press her head closer to his as he kissed her, forgetting all else that existed in this world . . . . apart from her.
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