Oliver Queen (mynameisoliver) wrote in toboldlyrpg, @ 2017-06-24 19:32:00 |
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Rose was exhausted. She knew she was probably lucky she hadn’t gotten worse, but between her training in security, which was often as physically intense as her sessions with Dimitri had been and the extra shifts she’d been asked to take with the janitorial and mess staffs, she barely had time to get a good night’s sleep these days, let alone have any fun. Now, in one of her few moments of actual free time, she was actually cursing her inability to visit the lounge, probably for the first time since her punishment had started. She hadn’t had much time to miss it, but despite the ache in her bones from all the work she’d been putting in, she craved that social interaction right now. She hadn’t been banned from seeing the few friends she’d managed to make here or anything, but she hadn’t had much time for just hanging out with them, either. It was almost like being back at Court, before her arrest. That thought might have made her smile if she wasn’t so damn sore. Rose made her way to her quarters, hoping Jaina or one of her other roommates might be home. The girls she had been put in with were all pretty cool, but it was Jaina she had bonded with the most. Being able to hang with her might satisfy that craving from some kind of social interaction. What she found instead, though, as she approached D-34 was Oliver Queen leaning against the wall next to her door and holding a bottle of [...] Rose couldn’t make it out, but it was a safe bet it would get her nice and drunk. “And they say chivalry is dead,” she called out to him with a grin. Oliver had been sitting in the lounge, trying not to think about why he kept thinking about Rose. She was ten years his junior and she was his friend but there was something else there and while he could usually push it out of his mind, the fact that he’d been worried about her with the extra work she’d been doing didn’t help a lot. He was just about to go back to his room when Jaina walked over to him and handed him a bottle. “Rose will be home in about ten minutes,” she said. “That’s the best vodka I could find. I think you both need it.” and she walked away. Oliver stared after her and shook his head. Who was he to question a Jedi? Making his way to Rose’s quarters, he stood outside the door and soon he saw her coming down the hall. “Chivalry is not dead, it’s just been in a coma for a couple of centuries,” he said. “And you can thank your roommate for this. Jaina said she thought we could both use it and she also told me that you’d be here soon so I didn’t look like a creeper standing out here. Does the fact that she can figure out where you are feel kinda weird or do you get used to that whole Jedi thing?” Rose got a closer look at the bottle and her grin grew. “That looks like the good stuff,” she commented with interest. “I’m glad chivalry decided it’d napped long enough.” She made a mental note to definitely thank Jaina, even if she suspected a part of it was making up for subjecting her to that damn annoying cat. She shrugged at his question. Lissa could pretty much sense a lot about her, even though the bond was one way. Hanging with spirit users got you pretty used to people knowing things they really shouldn’t. “She might just know my schedule,” she offered, “but it’s kind of a pain in the ass having a friend you can’t lie to.” Her admission was half-joking, although sometimes it was a pain. Nodding toward the bottle of vodka, she attempted a slight change of subject. “We gonna go somewhere and drink that or what?” “Where can you go?” he asked. “Are you restricted to your quarters when they don’t have you playing Cinderella? I know Jaina’s not home but what about your other two roommates?” It didn’t matter to Oliver, he would go wherever she wanted to go, he just didn’t want to get her in any more trouble than she was already in. “We could go to my quarters, I have no idea where my roommate is. I haven’t seen a lot of him to be honest.” Rose shook her head. “No, they didn’t say I couldn’t go anywhere,” she said. “Except for the lounge and, you know, the places none of us are supposed to be. Which apparently includes the armory.” She gave a wry chuckle at her own joke. “I don’t know if anyone else is home,” she admitted. “We could go to yours or find somewhere else.” She hadn’t had a lot of time for exploring lately, so she didn’t know where that could be. “Shame we can find a nice beach somewhere,” she added, shaking her head. “I know it wouldn’t be real fresh air, but it would be nice to pretend for a while.” “You know, I might be able to swing a beach,” he said thoughtfully. “Come with me.” he grabbed her hand without thinking and headed for the turbolift. Oliver hadn’t actually used one of them yet but he’d heard about the holodecks and he knew that there were simulations already programed into them so maybe someone had thought to make a beach. When they reached the holosuites, he stopped at the first one and looked at the list of instructions on the wall beside the door. Obviously they’d been placed there for the travelers who wouldn’t have a clue how to use them. “Here we go. Beach at sunset. That sounds good.” Oliver pushed the buttons that were listed, spoke into a box and when the door opened, they were greeted with a gorgeous sunset and a deserted beach. “Well this is perfect,” he said as the door slid shut behind them. “And thank god it’s not Lian Yu. Although I’d be the only one who would have asked for that particular island and I’m not that much of a masochist.” Looking around, Rose grinned at him. “Kind of feel like I should have some fruity drink with an umbrella now and maybe a cabana boy, but this is seriously cool,” she quipped. The view was gorgeous. It wasn't exactly like being on a real beach but it was pretty damn close. “I guess Jaina thought she might look more suspicious slipping me a couple of mai-tais,” he said as he walked further into the room. “This is impressive. Everything, the sounds the way it looks, it’s easy to forget that it’s not real, isn’t it?” Now that he knew this was possible, Oliver wondered what else could be done with these rooms. He could think of plenty of places that he wouldn’t mind seeing again or that he’d never been. “I guess that means I'll have to settle for you as my cabana boy, huh?” She flashed him another grin at that, already feeling more relaxed by the realism of the beach atmosphere. Walking toward the water, she stretched and then reached a hand up to rub at a knot in her shoulder. The last week was taking a toll on her body, not that she hadn't put it through worse, but this was nice. It was a great pick-me-up. Oliver watched her as she walked toward the water, trying not to let his mind wander in places it didn’t need to go. He was attracted to her but she probably thought he was too old for her. At least they could be friends, he thought, as he put the bottle down and walked up behind her and started rubbing her shoulder. “Your muscles are tight,” he said. “You’ve been working too hard.” “Mmm, that feels good,” she murmured as she leaned into his touch. That felt a lot better than her awkward attempts to rub the kinks out herself. He had a better angle and Rose would have to be blind not to realize he was hot, despite what she'd said when Tony had suggested it before. Besides, it felt good being touched by another human being, period. It had been weeks. “Tell me if I need to move,” he said. “I wouldn’t want to miss a spot.” The truth was that Oliver had been looking for an excuse to touch her. The occasional casual brush of the hand or bumping into each other was not nearly enough and while this might be the cheesiest excuse in the book to touch a woman, it was working so he wasn’t going to complain. “How’s that?” he asked. “Your hands are magical,” she murmured, closing her eyes and letting herself enough the feel of his fingers rubbing the tension out of aching muscles. She needed it after the last week. Being stuck in that corridor for 3 days had been no picnic and neither had all the extra chores she'd ended up doing afterward. Rose had taken her punishment without complaint, but that didn't mean it had been easy or that her body wasn't aching as a result. She was glad, at least, that it was almost over. In the meantime, tonight was a nice reprieve and she made a silent promise to thank him and Jaina both. She was lucky to have found friends like them here. “Why thank you. I’ve always been told that I give a pretty awesome massage,” he said and dug his thumbs a little tighter into her shoulders but not enough to hurt. Oliver could tell that she was loosening up some and he was glad. She had to be exhausted from the extra work she was doing but he had to hand it to her, she wasn’t complaining. “I had a feeling you were a tough cookie and you certainly proved it, you put out fire and everything. It’s a shame that you got punished when you really saved the ship. If that fire had gotten out of control, it would have been a disaster.” Rose shrugged. “Yeah, but I was technically in a place I wasn't supposed to be and it could have been worse. They could have pulled me from training or locked me up or something. Two weeks is nothing. It's half over already.” Somehow, it went the same as her punishment at Court had been been everyone thought she'd dragged Lissa and she Eddie away for a wild weekend in Vegas. That had been a legitimate threat to her future with no finite timetable. This was only two weeks. It was nothing, really. No worse than any number of detentions she'd served at St. Vladimirs. “Your reputation is well earned,” she admitted, groaning softly as his thumb pressed into a particularly sensitive spot. It hurt a little, but in a good way. She knew in another moment it would feel awesome. “That’s a good way to look at it. You’re a lot more patient than me obviously,” Oliver knew that patience was not his strong suit, it never had been despite all he’d been through and the training he’d had. While he was a little better than he once was, he still had a long way to go. He gave her shoulders another squeeze and then let go, turning her around to face him. “There….” he was about to ask her if she felt better when the sun touched her in a certain way and he couldn’t say anything else. She was beautiful and he couldn’t help himself, he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. Rose laughed out loud at the notion that she was anything resembling patient. “Trust me, I'm not,” she said, shaking her head slightly. “I've just faced a lot worse than 2 weeks of cleaning up after people. This isn't so bad in comparison. She was almost disappointed when he stopped the massage, but when she caught the way he was looking at her, anything she might have said died on her lips. She stared back, wondering what he was thinking. Rose being Rose, she probably would have asked him or more likely just made some kind of joke if he hadn't kissed her. The look he'd been giving her had started to fill her with a warmth that had nothing to do with the very realistic simulated sun and his lips, they picked right up where his eyes had left off. Rose found herself melting into the kiss and forgetting everything else for the moment. This was the first pleasurable physical activity she'd had in weeks and damn did it feel good. He hadn’t intended the kiss to last that long since he had no idea what she would do but when she kissed him back, Oliver put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. It was a picture perfect romantic moment on the beach, with the sunset and he nearly forgot that it wasn’t real, that it was a simulation but Rose….Rose was real and when they finally broke apart, he gently ran his thumb over his cheek. “I confess, I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks but I was afraid you’d punch me.” Rose laughed again. “That's fair. There's usually about a 50/50 chance.” She grinned up at him, leaving her arms loosely around his shoulders. Despite her joke, there was almost no chance of her punching him right now, at least not unless he did something stupid. “We've only been here for a few weeks,” she commented, tilting her head to the side a little. “Don't tell me you were trying to get me drunk so you could have your way with me from day one.” Her eyes sparkled and her tone implied she was teasing, which she was. Rose was sure there was more to their friendship than him trying to get her naked. “No, I was not trying to get you drunk so I could have my way with you,” he smiled at her. “When I saw your post on the network,, I liked you, I liked your sense of humor. It seemed like we might get along and you wanted vodka so you got points for that. The wanting to kiss you part? I’m not sure when that happened. Definitely when I found out you were okay during the Red Alert. When you told me where you were, I wanted to come make sure you were safe but of course you were because you can take care of yourself but yeah, I definitely thought about kissing you as soon as I saw you again.” Rose was actually kind of touched by that. She wasn't as used to people worrying about her as the other way around. It was nice to know he'd worried, even if they both knew she could handle herself. “So, you held off for almost a whole week?” Rose grinned at her own joke. “That's an impressive display of patience, Mr Queen.” She was teasing him now, but she didn't think he'd mind. “If you’d known me before this, you’d understand that it shows an admirable amount of restraint on my part,” he said with a grin. “I’m not known for my patience. My manners have improved though over the years, I will admit that much.” “Hey, I usually feel pretty good if I manage to wait 5 minutes to go after something I want,” she offered with a grin. “I'm not really known for my patience, either. Or my self-restraint.” Hearing he was the same way just made her like him more. “So does this mean that I’m something you want?” he asked. “Because I’m perfectly fine with that if you are.” Rose was the first person besides Sara that Oliver had ever bonded so quickly with. They had a lot in common even if they’d never spoken about most of it, it was there beneath the surface and they knew it and understood one another without words. “Maaaybe,” she responded coyly, smirking up at him. If she let herself think about Adrian, she might feel a little guilty, but truthly she did want him. He was hot, but it was more than that. She felt this kind of connection with him, like he understood parts of her not many other people did. Besides, it felt good to use her body for something fun. It probably gave away that her coyness was feigned, but she leaned up to press her lips to his, kissing him in a way that probably suggested he was definitely something she wanted. Oliver got the message and returned her kiss without hesitating. He had no idea what it was about her but he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about her when they weren’t together. When they had to come up for air, he held her close for a moment, his lips in her hair before he spoke again. “I have no idea how long these simulations last. Maybe we should drink the vodka before the lights go out or whatever. And Jaina went to all the trouble to steal it.” “We should definitely drink the vodka,” she agreed. She had no idea how long these things lasted, either, but she also knew that it was late and they were both going to have to sleep eventually. Besides, it had looked like some pretty good vodka and they couldn't let that go to waste. “Let’s sit down,” he said and was surprised to feel how much it felt like an actual beach. “This is amazing. I wish they’d just let us live in these rooms. We could make it look like home or maybe like the home we wished we lived in.” Oliver wasn’t sure where home was any more. He couldn’t go back to the Queen mansion if he ever got home and he spent most of his time in the lair. “If you could make your dream home, what would it be like?” he asked as he handed Rose a glass of vodka. Nodding, Rose sat down with him. She couldn't help agreeing that living in a space like this could be cool, even though her only complaint about her quarters was her roommate’s damn cat. “I [...] don't know,” she admitted, stumped by his question. “I guess I've never really thought about it.” There weren't many times in her life when Rose had given a lot of thought to her own wants, period. She'd been brought up to put the moroI first. The therapist they'd made her talk to at school had asked her about things that she wanted and it was true that a part of her had started to resent Lissa for having to come first in her life, but that wasn't enough to change a lifetime of knowing she needed to sacrifice her desires to serve as a guardian. Things like dream homes didn't matter when you'd always have to go where your charge was. “Nothing complicated or fancy,” she decided as she brought the glass to her lips. “I've never really been into the material stuff.” “I used to be,” he admitted. “Because I grew up with it but after the island, that stuff doesn’t matter to me any more. I just want the people I care about to be safe and to have what they need. Material things don’t mean much when you’re not safe.” Rose nodded. “I never had that stuff, but [...] there was this guy, this bad guy, who’d give me fancy dresses and jewelry and it felt- it didn’t really feel good, I guess. I definitely wasn’t safe with him, even if I wanted to pretend I was.” It was a really vague description of what had happened in Siberia when Dimitri had been strigoi, but she couldn’t tell him the whole truth and the point still stood. “I’d rather have the people I love around me than any of that stuff.” Oliver nodded. “Yeah, I’ve come to that conclusion too. I had to live through hell to do it but I see now that’s what’s important isn’t something you can buy.” He leaned over and kissed her lightly. “We should probably go. Someone might be checking and find out you’ve violated curfew or something.” He grinned. |