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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 15, 2013 19:44:41 GMT
She walked over to her bed and sat down on it, robe still open.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 15, 2013 19:46:17 GMT
Why the hell not... Ollie took his shirt off and walked over to join her.
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 15, 2013 19:47:45 GMT
She smiled and laid down.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 15, 2013 19:48:39 GMT
Ollie laid down next to her, smiling back.
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 15, 2013 19:50:34 GMT
She got on top of him and reached down, kissing him, putting her hands on the bed beside him.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 16, 2013 2:56:00 GMT
Ollie reciprocated, pulling her legs up.
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 16, 2013 2:57:26 GMT
As she kissed him, one of her hands ended up in her robe pocket. She drew the revolver and placed it against his chest.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 16, 2013 2:58:39 GMT
"Unexpected..." Ollie muttered.
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 16, 2013 3:00:05 GMT
"I'm sorry," she whispered, "I can't let you get in my way."
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 16, 2013 3:01:40 GMT
"Well, this is rather easily resolved." Ollie said. His hand shot up, grabbing her gun hand and pulling it up, while he rolled on top of her. "And it is not solved by shooting me."
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 16, 2013 3:02:44 GMT
She struggled, trying to turn the gun onto him. She rammed a knee up for his chest as well.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 16, 2013 3:03:44 GMT
Ollie took the hit, wincing a little, pinning her arms to the bed. "We could work together."
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 16, 2013 3:04:15 GMT
"Work together?" she hissed, "I don't think you'd want to work with me, with what I'm trying to do."
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 16, 2013 3:06:18 GMT
"I can teach you to focus this rage, to channel it productively."
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 16, 2013 3:07:22 GMT
"I'm productive enough," she told him.
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