Oliver and Kara run into a little bit of trouble on date night.
"How are you still so terrible at this?!"
Kara's exasperated exclamation only added to the heavy embarrassment bogging Oliver down as he stood dead-still with his head in his hands. His eyes were fixated on his right boot, his mind cursing it as if it were an agent with a will separate from that of the rest of the body. The jubilation that came with scoring his first strike of the night was immediately offset when Kara pointed out that he'd stepped nearly a whole meter over the foul line.
Oliver Queen was not good at ten-pin bowling.
"Not good" was honestly putting it politely. Hopelessly inept seemed a more appropriate description of his proficiency. For some reason, this was a game that he simply could not get a grasp on, which was a shame considering how much Kara seemed to enjoy it. He at least took comfort in the fact that although he couldn't challenge her, he could still make her day with how horrible he played.
He turned around to face her, seeing the all too familiar expression of disappointment combined with amusement painted all over her face.
"You're even worse than the last time we played!" she exclaimed.
Oliver slowly walked towards her, momentarily glancing at the monitor above their lane to confirm the lopsided score. Kara – 127. Oliver – 49.
"May I remind you that if this were a knife-throwing competition, I would be soundly ahead," he replied, attempting to regain his recently lost sense of pride.
"But we can't challenge any of our friends to a knife-throwing competition." Oliver raised a hand to retort, but Kara shut him down, knowing exactly what he was about to say. "Besides Alex!"
"A pool game, then," added Oliver quickly, "I'm still great at pool, so we'd definitely mop the floor with everybody else."
"Of course, but I was just hoping that you'd somewhat gotten better at this over the past couple of years."
"Sorry, bowling just really isn't my thing."
"It's okay, tough guy." She smiled warmly, gently slapping his arm in an effort to reassure him that he didn't need to be ashamed.
Kara stepped forward, gracefully building up speed before effortlessly sending her ball towards the newly arranged pins. Initially off-center, the ball's trajectory changed as it spun towards the center of the pins, crashing into them and clearing the area. Strike.
There were still two more frames to be played in the game, but Kara decided that there was no need in hurting Oliver's feelings even more tonight.
"No mas?" she asked.
Oliver nodded immediately. "No mas."
Two years is a long time. With how fast the world moved and how life usually unfolded, a person could go through several life-altering events within that timeframe and in many ways, completely change. Both Oliver and Kara knew that the other had changed in their two years apart, just how much was the question they needed to answer.
They were relieved to find out that they each were very much like the person that they'd previously known and loved. In the early stages of their relationship, nights out like tonight were fairly common. As they grew more comfortable and settled into a real relationship, both were far more content with spending time at their respective homes, lounging about on the couch and watching movies while stuffing their faces with takeouts. Now presented with the dichotomy of feeling a little like a new couple while also retaining the bond and comfort of an established relationship, they'd been going out twice a week to have some fun.
Tonight was the night that Oliver dreaded. It was inevitable, of course, that Kara would eventually ask to go to a bowling alley. As expected, his shambolic showing today reminded him of the many times that he'd costed him and Kara games against Alex and Kelly. Although he wished that he was better, it hardly mattered. Each and every second he could spend with her was a welcome one, and a terrible bowling performance could hardly dampen the fun he had spending time with her.
As always whenever he was in National City, the city seemed calm and had an air of bliss surrounding it. Walking with Kara back to her apartment, they seemed to be the only two on the street at one point.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you earlier," said Oliver, "The Governor came to City Hall to meet with me."
"What for?" she replied.
"He wanted to know if I still had any political aspirations and when I said no, he tried to convince me otherwise."
"Really?"
"Yeah. He even said that I could successfully run for President in 2032, potentially even 2028."
"Oh no, Oliver Queen as POTUS? Nuh-uh. You'd make archery mandatory for the school PE syllabus."
"Hey, that's actually not a bad idea. Archery teaches discipline, patience, composure… Then again, I'd probably make another murderous archer in the process, who we'd eventually have to take down."
"And we've dealt with enough of those over the years, haven't we?"
"Tell me about it. You're even dating one!"
"What can I say? He's pretty charming."
Of the few rules that Oliver and Kara set for their relationship, the one that they just couldn't seem to adhere to was "no 'superhero-ing' on date night", as it just so happened that they would run into some trouble. A car screeched as it pulled up next to them before three men armed with pistols jumped out. They ran in front of Oliver and Kara, blocking their path before raising their firearms.
"Wallet, purse, now!" said the man in the middle. In disbelief that they were actually being robbed, Oliver and Kara both frowned before turning to each other and smiling. "Are you two deaf? Hand them over!"
"Get back in the car and drive away," said Oliver, "Trust me, you'll be better off if you do."
"You think I'm joking? I'll shoot you right here, asshole!"
"Okay, so then do it."
The robber's eyes widened. "What?"
"Come on, shoot me."
Not wanting to waste time by arguing, he pulled the trigger, only to be dumbfounded when Oliver remained unscathed. He fired again, only to achieve the same result. He fired once more to no avail, causing paranoia and hysteria to set in.
"You an alien?!" he asked, now quivering with fear.
"No, but she is," said Oliver as he gestured to Kara, who held up a hand and opened it to drop the three bullets that she caught. Before he had a chance to flee, Oliver quickly grabbed the gun before tossing the robber to the floor and knocking him out with one powerful punch. The other two were knocked out by Kara in an instant.
Neither were worried about their identity. With the concussions that they'd just dished out, the robbers weren't going to remember a single thing. Kara walked back to Oliver, pretending to dust her hands off.
"Well, that's an eventful way to end the evening," she said. With the hint of adrenaline in his veins causing him to lose some mindfulness, Oliver suddenly pulled Kara close and planted his lips on hers, their soft flesh intertwining for several seconds before Oliver decided to break away. His face still hovered close to hers as he spoke.
"The evening isn't over yet," he said, endearingly yet with a hint of animalistic desire.
"You never did make up for that missed date night."
"What are we waiting for then?"
With blood starting to pulse through her veins at an already fierce rate, his words only served to arouse Kara more as she wrapped her arms around him before bursting into flight back to her apartment.
A sudden halt in momentum lasted for no more than a second as Oliver found himself being pushed against a wall. The butterflies that arose in his stomach from the flight couldn't subside. They remained, solely due to the fact that his lips were now tangling with Kara's. One hand wrapped around her waist and the other pulling away her ponytail, working through her now free-flowing hair. Her hands were all over him too, running over his chest before impatiently starting to tug at his shirt and coat.
"Slow down there, Danvers," he whispered, smiling against her lips.
"Not a chance."
He surrendered to her fleeting pace, knowing that he couldn't fight against it even if he wanted to. He shed his coat before raising his arms to allow her to take his top off before she did the same. His fingers trailed down her back, locating the clasp of her bra. It eventually fell, and with her bare chest now pressed against his, his arousal raised to an unprecedented level.
Two years apart was indeed a long time. Neither had moved on nor even attempted to, the result being them both touch-starved. They'd lost out on a lot of time, and that included a lot of time in the bedroom. In the past month, they'd been more than eager to catch it all up, albeit, sometimes not always in the bedroom. Momentarily breaking away to catch his breath, Oliver glanced away from Kara to confirm just exactly where they were in her apartment. They were indeed in her bedroom, much to the relief of the sofa and kitchen counter.
Desire trumping her patience, Kara tugged him to the bed and allowed him to fall atop her. Their lips recaptured for a moment before Oliver's mouth wandered away, finding her neck.
"You ready to apologise?" she asked playfully.
"Oh, yeah," he replied, his voice heavy with a torrid craving, "Although, I should warn you. What I'm about to do to you, Kara Danvers… I might have you waking the whole building up."
"What are you waiting for, then?"
Urging him on, her teeth dug into her bottom lip as his mouth began to trail further down her body.
After their feverish, ardent love-making, Oliver and Kara laid together in bed, still euphoric from their satiating climaxes. She was strewn across the bed, her head resting on his abdomen.
"Sorry for pulling your hair," said Oliver apologetically, having gotten a little too excited at one point.
"It's okay," replied Kara, "Speaking of my hair, I've been thinking of getting rid of the bangs."
"Bangs or no bangs, either way, you look great."
"Not as great as I feel," she replied, more than pleased.
"Does that mean I'm forgiven for missing date night?"
"Yes, you're forgiven," she said before turning over to look him in the eyes, "You, Mister Queen, are a naughty, naughty boy. You sure know how to make me merry."
"I aim to please."
"You certainly hit the bullseye, Green Arrow." She slid forward, lowering her lips to his neck before sliding her hand down his chiseled abdomen.
"I don't know where you're going with this but I've shot all my arrows already," said Oliver.
"Come on, isn't there anything left in that quiver?"
After a moment of consideration, Oliver smiled before turning her over, his body now on top of hers.
"I think I can nock one more," he said, giggling with her as their lips pressed.