"I can feel your breath on my neck, and I don't like it." Her voice dragged out the syllables, thoroughly annoyed. Her blonde hair was tied up in its usual ponytail, exposing the curve of her neck to his eyes. Her fingers tapped away at the keys dextrously, extra slowly now to annoy him. "I don't care who you think you are, you either get up on that salmon ladder or you leave." She stated firmly, eyes never leaving her screens. As his lips approached her neck, she single-handedly pushed his head away, all while tapping code into her machines. "What are you doing?" She asked, irritated. She slapped his hands away. "What are you doing? Seriously?"
"Trying to kiss my wife. What are you doing?" He asked nonchalantly, his hands rubbing and squeezing her shoulders, planting soft kisses on the shell of her ear.
"Oliver!" She snapped, spinning in her chair to face him. He suppressed a grin, his victory having been won. Leaning against the edge of the desk, he trapped her between his arms and captured her bottom lip in his. With a muffled protest, she pushed at his head. "Stop!" She pulled away, spinning back to face her monitors. His hands returned to her shoulders, doing funny things to her pulse. "Oliver..." Her voice low with annoyance.
"You're not doing anything important." He chuckled, leaning down to place kisses on her jaw. She butted his head gently away with hers.
"On the contrary, I am doing something much more productive and important than you have been for the past fifteen minutes." She hissed, her eyes glued to her screens.
"I would argue against the idea that depleting one of my ex-girlfriend's funds is a productive and important use of your time, but then again, I'm not a certified mental health specialist." He laughed, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.
"I'm not only depleting her funds. Oliver, she's having sex with a known criminal. I'm merely...facilitating his capture. So stop distracting me." She growled, slapping his hands away yet again. With that, his hands disappeared from her body, and he deliberately walked in front of her, slowly taking off his shirt. "W-what...what are you doing?" She stammered, eyes finally leaving the screen. Reaching up, he slowly stretched. He leaped up to reach the bar.
"You said to use the salmon ladder." He grinned, showing her his teeth. She bit her lip, quickly looking back to the screen she had been working on. Without a moment's hesitation, the clanking of the metal-on-metal began, with the blonde IT specialist now being seriously distracted from her work, her eyes flitting to her husband's body every couple of minutes. Finally, after twenty minutes, she let out a yelp.
"Yes!" She pumped her fist in the air. Oliver dropped down from the bar and shot her raised hand a look, eyebrows raised. She pranced around him in her short skirt and high heels. "I did it, I did it!" She sang, squealing as the archer growled and caught her around the waist.
"Can I kiss my wife now?" He rumbled, before proceeding to press his lips against hers. She nodded enthusiastically, looping her arms around his neck. She squeaked when he picked her up.
"Where are we going?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Bathroom." He mumbled, his lips occupied with her neck. "Shower." Her head tilted back as he kissed his way up her neck. "I still can't believe you got rid of all her financials." He shook his head.
"Really? You can't believe that I would do that?" She grinned predatorily, still clinging to his neck.
"Oh, alright, on second thought I guess you are pretty scary when you need to be..." He allowed.
"Damn straight I'm scary."