RP for reporters_lane

[star_cityson]

Oliver rolled his shoulders back, trying to relax a bit, and walked out of his 'armory'. Closing everything up, he walked over to the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he moved. He retrieved a bottle of water from the refridgerator and took a drink before glancing over at the pile of unread notes on the counter

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[reporters_lane]

There were pros and cons to living separately. The pros were that she could do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted and not have to be accountable to anyone. The cons were that it worked the same for him.

For three days, she'd tried to get a hold of him, calling or stopping by to leave messages. Finally, after yet another sleepless night, she decided to just head over to his place, and wait until he showed up.

Unfortunately, for her, she fell asleep while waiting, and it wasn't until she heard noises in the kitchen that she realized he was finally home. At three in the morning. Fuck.

Stumbling out of his room, she glanced at him on the couch. "You remember you have a home," she said, eyebrow raised. "How fantastic. I was thinking I'd have to check under the bridges for you, seeing as you weren't calling me back, jackass. The fuck, Ollie. Seriously."

[star_cityson]

Closing his eyes, Oliver recapped the water and set it down on the table in front of him before turning around slightly to look up at Lois. Lifting a hand, he gave a short wave that he knew would likely drive her insane.

"I think you could rest assured I wasn't under a bridge, Lois," he quipped, wincing inwardly. Lack of sleep or not, he knew better than to get snippy...particularly when he was actually in the wrong. "Look...I had some things I had to take care of. You know who I am, Lois. Sometimes, I'm out of reach. That's just the way it is. I don't do it purposely to piss you off."

He stood up slowly and walked over to her, hoping he wouldn't get punched.

[reporters_lane]

She didn't reach out, no matter how hard she wanted to. She was mad, damnit, and wanted to stew in it.

Unfortunately, this was hard when she saw how tired he looked, how careful he was moving. Still.

"I get that, I do. I still worry, especially when I'm the one writing the fucking articles talking about what you've been up to." Lois sighed and crossed her arms, making no move to step closer. "You can't give me a sign? Smoke signal even? Get Wally to speed a note over to me? Anything?"

[star_cityson]

"A smoke signal? Really?" He managed a small smirk, and looked down slightly, attempting to mask it. Taking a short breath he shrugged and shook his head. "I know, and I'm sorry."

He stepped back, moving over to lean against the back of the sofa when he saw she wasn't going to touch him...not even to knock him back a few steps. Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked up, regarding her. "I'm an asshole. This is nothing you don't already know, and I can apologize a million times...and you'll know that I'll do the same damned thing again next week or next month..."

"I'm genuinely sorry you were worried."

[reporters_lane]

"Hmph." She returned his comment with a glare, but once he'd settled himself back down on the bed, she snuggled up right close to him.

"I can't help if it I don't have any cooking skills," A grin blossomed on her face, and she returned the light kiss he'd given her earlier. "I just have other, more amazing attributes, that's all."

[star_cityson]

He 'hmmed' slightly and slipped an arm around her waist. "You do have some rather amazing attributes...for which I am sincerely appreciative." Grinning, he reached up with his free hand and ran a finger slowly across her cheekbone. "Who needs cooking, anyway?"

His lips turned up in a playful smile as he removed his finger, replacing it with his mouth and ghosting a kiss over the side of her face.

[reporters_lane]

She let out a little giggle, proceeded by a definitive eye roll.

"Ha, you can't take it back now. No more cooking lessons or anything else then. I don't need to learn, I can microwave and order take out just fine, thanks." Turning her face, she caught his lips with hers, her hands running slightly on his face.

"You should grow a beard."

[star_cityson]

Surprised, he chuckled as he replayed her words in his head. Truthfully, he couldn't care less about cooking or take-out...all of that was inconsequential. Her remark about the beard however...

Smirking, he lifted both brows high on his forehead as he continued to laugh quietly. "Really? You have a secret thing for Grizzly Adams I need to know about?" Lifting up his chin, he rubbed his unshaven jaw across her cheek.