Life Bites (the_hotness) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-07 01:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, jubilation lee (jubilee), oliver queen (green arrow) |
"Ribbed, flavored or smooth?"
Who: Jubilee and Oliver
What: A party, and leaving a party, and there might be mile high club joining. Also some srs talk, surprisingly!
When: Night! After Jubilee talks to Rahne
Where: A party, and then Ollie's plane
Rating: R for skimmed over sexy times.
Jubilee had some free time. There was an event the gynmastics team was hosting, a sort of party. A chance to cut loose before the final weeks of training took away what little free time they had. She'd put on a slinky yellow dress that hugged her like a second skin. The only thing she couldn't do was drink - she didn't want any issues with the Olympic Committee and fake IDs, mostly.
Oliver had only been too happy to attend when he'd gotten his invitation. People he used to know were here, but there were also a whole host of younger atheletes who didn't know exactly how bad the rumors about him were. So, it was a chance to hang out among these people and do his thing without having them be totally turned off. That was a good thing, considering most of his old friends were kind of annoyed with his current streak of...whateveritwas.
Jubilee was pretty open minded, and accepting of quirks. She was also determined to not go home alone, if for no other reason than to alleviate her fears regarding her vampire dreams.
But Jubilee being Jubilee, she was still herself: Energetic, excitable, and bold, "And then the Hotness was like 'no way jose, get your slimey hands off of me' and then she was like.. punch! Pow! Kapow! Bam! It was awesome."
Those three things? Qualities Oliver was into, to say the least. And as for the rest of it, well, okay, he had a thing for women who were able to hold their own. Which was, he thought, most women if they felt confident enough to do that. Few of them were confident enough to loudly talk about themselves in the third person when it came to that context though, so yeah. He was interested and from where he stood nursing a drink, he watched her for a while. Pretty. Very, VERY pretty. Really, he should head over and say hi.
Pretty, and flexible. Jubilee stretched, "So then. The Hotness did this backflip thingie." She bent backwards, then straightened, "There's not really enough room to backflip." She looked sheepish.
"Hey, how about over here?" Oliver suggested, since he was wandering by and close enough to hear and not look creepy. "The furniture looks moveable." Was she wearing underwear? Maybe she wasn't wearing underwear! He figured she had to be legal so he was allowed to think those thoughts.
"Hey! Awesome!" She bounced over, "Okay, move that there, and that there. Here, hold my heels." She handed them to Oliver.
Oliver went about moving the pieces quickly and then snagged the heels. "This I've gotta see." he informed her, grinnng.
She winked at him, then performed a series of somorsaults, flips, backflips and cartwheels. Alas, she was indeed wearing underwear, and miraculously avoided any sort of wardrobe malfunction.
Ah well. It was probably better that way anyway. You know, so there could still be some semblance of respect there. Not that Oliver didn't respect women, but, you know. Things like this were probably easier to build a conversation from. He was good at those when he had to be. When she had finished, he started clapping. "So, Let me guess what YOU do." he grinned.
"Be awesome?" She grinned back, "If so, dude, you guessed right!"
"You make it look so easy too." Oliver approved of that. He really, really did. "If they gave out medals for that, you'd win for sure."
She looked at him like he was retardiated, "Uh, they do? I'm going for gold!"
"Oh yeah? You'll win it then, no questions."
Jubilee smirked, leaning forward, "Don't try so hard. Just get the Hotness a drink."
"And what would the Hotness like?" Oliver asked, ready to comply right away.
"Something I'm not allowed to have," She replied, waggling her eyebrows at him.
"Well, shit." Oliver drawled. "Tell me you're at least eighteen so I'll know if I can make a pass at you or not."
Jubilee held up two fingers, "Two oh."
"Oh thank you all that is holy." Oliver glanced upward for a second as he said that. The fact that he was sixteen years older than her wasn't really phasing him at all. "In that case, why don't I go ahead and get that something you shouldn't have?" Wink wink.
"Why don't you go ahead and do that. I won't tell anyone. I promise." She then smacked him on the ass like 'go make me a sammich bitch.'
Oliver would have made her a sandwich too, if those had been around. Well, okay, so there were little tiny ones but those had annoying and lame fillings so, you know. Anyway, he wandered over, decided to go with some kind of girly fruit drink for her, made sure it wasn't too strong, so she didn't pass out or get in trouble, and made his way back over. "There we go." he told her. "Hope that's okay. I should have asked but..."
"That's fine." She sniffed it, "No roofie. Good! I like being awake for it."
"Roofies?" Oliver looked apalled. "now, I might have a rep and I might like sex a little too damn much for my own good, but I don't..." he shook his head. "The idea of ramming it into someone who didn't want to do it too...." That was clearly disgusting from the look on his face.
Jubilee burst out laughing, "You're okay." She leaned back against a table, then scooted onto it and crossed her legs.
Oliver shrugged and tugged out a chair for himself with a leg before perching in it. "So. Does the Hotness have a name? Sorry I'm not exactly up on everybody going in this year." He mostly knew the ones from his own sport.
"You can call me Jubilee." She winked at him, "My parents had a sense of pride."
"Jubilee, huh? Nice." Oliver grinned. "Looks like they got a lot to be proud OF." Lame line. Really lame line but it was the kind of cheesy thing that might just work.
"Lame. Why don't we blow this joint?" Somehow she managed to look entirely innocent.
"And I can escort you somewhere of course." Oliver managed to look more dashing than scoundrel at the moment. Well, dashing scoundrel, maybe. "We can try my place, my plane, or somewhere else." he added in her ear.
Jubilee shivered, "..you have a plane?!" Well, she was sold.
Oh yeah, Oliver had a plane. Okay, so it was technically a business plane, but that didn't mean anyone else used it for anything, and it was his business, so yup. "Why don't I take you to see then?" he quickly made excuses so that they could head out.
Bumping her hip against his and sliding an arm around her waist, she respondedin more ways than one, "Yeah. Lets do that."
Oliver got them out of there and into his spacious green car that he'd parked near the front, then got them headed over to a nearby private airport where the Queen Diamonds jet was waiting. "Annd here we are." he stepped around to get the door for her.
She got out of the car and stared at the plane, "Ohmygodbbq!"
"Right this..." Oliver stopped, amused at the reaction. It never got old to have somebody notice and appreciate it. "It's even better when you're in it, flying over something. Not that I've got a pilot here at the moment but I'm still hoping you'd want to come in." Grin.
"No going a mile high?" Jubilee turned to him, taking his tie and pulling him closer.
"Tempting, trust me." Oliver grinned. "Another time? Who knows."
"You don't know how to fly your own jet?" Jubilee? Was an enabler.
And Oliver? Was happy to be enabled. "I DO have the license." He assured her, arm going around her shoulders as he steered her toward the plane. "Maybe a quick ride then."
Jubilee flashed him a wicked grin, "Well I'd like to blow off some steam."
"Oh really now?" Oliver moved up into the cockpit. "There might even be room for that."
She shouldn't have worn underwear. That's okay. It wouldn't stay on longer!
It might not even stay in the plane at that rate. For now though? Oliver stepped back to guide Jubilee up front and then started messing with his controls. Good thing he'd laid off the booze tonight, he decided, liking his instincts.
She sat down in the copilot's chair, resting her feet on the console. If only she really had firecracker fingers, this would be even more awesome!
Oliver fumbled through some pre-flight manuvers, including getting permission to head out and a clearance and got them up and in the air, where he settled in to circle a bit. It wasn't exactly ground shattering, but hey, he just owned the thing. "So. Jubilee." He leaned over to look at her a moment. "New this year, aren't you?"
She nodded her head, "Yeah. I was supposed to be in oh eight, but I was hurt when I was 14 and it ended my career for a long time. This is pretty much my one and only chance!" She planted herself into his lap.
Oh ouch." Oliver nodded in sympathy. He could imagine what it would have been like to have lost his shot and it was not a good imagining. "Well, you're back after all that, means something."
"Got my parents watching from the big place in the sky, so I'm going to get a gold. Maybe mutiple golds but I'd settle for the bars!"
"Oh geez. I'm sorry to hear they won't...I mean, my mom was gone when I took gold and that was...kind of hard." Oliver almost stumbled a few minutes there, as he tried to come up with something really worthwhile to say to that. "But good to know you know they're there."
"Mob hit," She explained. "That makes me The Batman." She rested her head on his shoulder, admitting, "It is hard."
Oliver found himself playing with her hair, and feeling bad about the fact he'd wanted to make this a quick sexcapade at first. He could, and should, be doing more than just that. "Guess so." he agreed at the first part. The Batman." And he smiled a tiny bit. "Always struck me as kind of an unhealthy reaction to share with other people. Like that's the only way you can respond."
She sat back, and punched his chest lightly, "'Killed in a home burglary' sounds so boring."
"Okay, yeah it does," he agreed. "But you know the whole going off to fight crime in a costume bit." he shook his head. "That's what's just a little hard to believe there. Like anybody thinks of that as a response."
"If I got powers, like ...fireworks from my fingers, I'd totes fight crime." She grinned at him, "Or make money at the mall. One of the two."
"Fireworks from your fingers? I'd have to be a little nervous then." Oliver grinned back. "Somehow, that' work for you though. Maybe just your name says that, but well, it fits."
She gripped his tie again, pulling his face close to hers, "Don't have to have literal fireworks to make 'em with my fingers, dude who still owes me his name."
That's true" Oliver shuddered pleasantly as she did that, and moved a hand to tilt her face a little towards his so he could give the girl a proper kiss. "I'm Oliver. Ollie, most of the time actually."
"Ollimmmmmm....." Okay, yeah. Guys were awesome. He was even less creepy than she'd worried about!
Oliver? So not creepy. Well, a few people might have found this creepy, but Oliver was immature for his age and was hot, so that took a lot of that away. And really the gap between their ages was just on the okay side of creepy and didn't scream that he had any Lolita type issues to explore so that was a plus. And then, well, there were other things to go along with doing here.
Jubilee was legal, and had no problem with an older man. She didn't even ask his age, mostly because she didn't want to know, and she wanted to make 100% sure she still liked it with a man. Still kissing, she undid his tie.
And Oliver set to work on getting her at least more comfortable. Given the room they had in here it was kinda hard to manuver, but if there was one thing you'd learned at his prep school, it was how to unhook a bra.
Jubilee was quick to make a pile of clothing on the other chair. She grinned at him approvingly, "Nice."
"Lots of practice." Oliver assured her, "Probably too much for you to really want to do this if you knew the number so I'll shut up about that now." And he just went in for a kiss instead, though this time planted on her collarbone.
Jubilee shivered, "Cover the lizard and we don't have a problem."
"Ribbed, flavored or smooth?" Oliver was packing, so to speak. Though, really, you never knew. The one place he drew the line was glow in the dark. That was just cheesy.
"Depends on where you're putting it," She replied, snerking and holding his head against her neck.
She had actually brought some of her own, but fun time condoms were way better.
Weren't they just? Oliver went digging for the nearest condom storage, which was in a little compartment, and then unearthed, let's see, green with his company logo that he'd had printed up for everybody at the last corporate picnic, extra sensation ones, and self heating... Huh. He'd check the dates and go with whichever needed to be used first if that was okay.
"Why don't we use 'em all up," Jubilee suggested playfully.
"Know what?" Oliver smirked and started to slip one of them on. "You're my favorite new person ever."
"Yeah, lets just see if you can keep up with the Hotness in Ultimate Hotness Mode."
"Ultimate Hotness Mode? I could go for that." Oliver thought that he'd do well, but then he wasn't a gymnast either...
That was okay! Jubilee had enough flexibilty for both of them!
And what Oliver lacked for there, well, he had a mouth and he was very very good with that mouth. And he spent a LOT of time fletching arrows so he was good with detail work...detail work, and sex, once you learned the person you were with, weren't that different, really.
...Oh yeah. Jubilee was very, very pleased with her choice.
and Oliver? Was also pleased. Great way to top off an evening! And he might even get a bonus friend out of it, given they'd been having an okay conversation before that. Worked for him.
Jubilee would never admit it, but she wasn't that experienced. Still, she understood the basics and had a vivid imagination!
Those were just fine, actually. Oliver had had the experience, but...it was never the kind of thing you wanted to start with right away with a new person. Tended toward akward when you got tangled together and had to get help unknotting yourself from the other person.
She was an avid reader of smut. So nothing to worry about except an over active imagination!
Right then. Straightforward, fun and simple. Oliver's type all right! Well, and he might have thrown a few fun party tricks into the mix too.
Party tricks?!
In some cases, he had literally learned them at parties. So yeah.
Jubilee was sprawled in Ollie's lap when all was said and done, napping contentedly. And the airplane was beeping at them. Something about low fuel.
Yeah, that would be a problem, wouldn't it? Looked like they had to touch down. Oliver smiled at Jubilee as he moved to get the plane down, careful not to wake her, and then, well, he had a suite back there, and it would just be rude to leave her curled up like this all night. So he scooped her up to carry back there instead.
That would be a really..surprising and pleasant wake-up call!
Which was what Oliver was going for. Hey, the sheets in here had a great thread count and it was a lot more comfortable so, might as well, right? Oliver got her onto the bed and then curled up himself. Good night.
Jubilee snuggled in. Good night!