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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 16, 2013 3:35:50 GMT
She hit the floor and lashed her leg out as she rolled over.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 16, 2013 3:38:15 GMT
Ollie's legs went out from under him, and he made the valiant effort to stay on the bed. He failed, tumbling to the floor.
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 16, 2013 3:39:56 GMT
She got on top of him, trying to get a knee onto his throat.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 16, 2013 3:41:11 GMT
He rolled back on top of her, this time on the floor. "We can keep doing this as long as you like. It's not going to work."
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 16, 2013 3:42:12 GMT
"What are you going to do to me then?" she questioned.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 16, 2013 3:44:04 GMT
"I'm going to wait until you are willing to be civilized. Until you are willing to let me teach you how to focus this rage in a productive manner that doesn't involve killing me."
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 16, 2013 3:44:26 GMT
"And how would you do that?"
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 16, 2013 3:48:59 GMT
"I could do something like what happened to me. Leave you here, bound like this, possibly even more so, for a few days. I could go more barbaric, leave you in a dark room for that time. Logic doesn't seem to be working, so I don't have many other choices."
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 16, 2013 3:50:19 GMT
"I'd escape in time," she told him.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 16, 2013 3:52:40 GMT
"Well, if I were to seriously use either of those routes, I'd use a little more than zipcuffs." Ollie said.
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 16, 2013 3:53:28 GMT
"Oh, so you're into that kinky stuff?" she questioned.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 16, 2013 3:55:29 GMT
"Where the hell did you get that?" Ollie asked. "All I said was I'd use more than zipcuffs. Get your mind out of the gutter."
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 16, 2013 3:56:23 GMT
"And here I figured you'd be into that," she told him.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 16, 2013 3:58:03 GMT
He doth protest too much... "Well, do you have a preference?"
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 16, 2013 3:59:23 GMT
"For how I like my sex?" she questioned, "Yes, not forced."
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