9814/Work before pleasure, or.. vegetables before dessert

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Work before pleasure, or.. vegetables before dessert
Date of Scene: 24 January 2022
Location: Starling City - Felicity's apartment.
Synopsis: Sometimes you gotta break a few rules.
Cast of Characters: Felicity Smoak, Slade Wilson




Felicity Smoak has posed:
Place: Felicity's apartment.

Time: Somewhere just past midnight.

Location: A little nook where Felicity has all her tech goodies set up for a little bit of telecommuting.

Sitting in her little swivel chair at her table cum desk, her set-up looks very much like the one in the Arrow cave except that her view is a wall, and not the salmon ladder frequented by men with amazing abs. She has a three monitor display, a keyboard, and her box is under the table running in blue-lights (nicknamed Wheatley). The table is actually devoid of the usual suspects, that is, coffee ring-stains, crumbs or dirty plates. She's neat, thank you, and not someone working out of their mother's basement or in a single bedroom upstairs.

Wearing comfortable lounge-clothes in the form of a form fitting dark tank top and yoga pants with cartoony-y cacti, she's settled in for an early morning's work. Coffee is burbling on the coffee-maker, the aroma filling the air. Pushing up her glasses, and one hand goes idly to the 'chai' that hangs about her neck as she talks to her screen.

"Come on..." she murmurs, "Where are you?"

Picture after picture pops up on her screens, first in grainy display, only to pull to a smaller, more compact yet clearer picture. She's checking red-light cameras that might still be operational in Gotham. One, two are..

"Wow, tax dollars at work, right here.."

Slade Wilson has posed:
Felicity is hard at work.

Whether or not a particular mecenary for hire is aware of Felicity's actions in that she's investigating the Gotham riot, he doesn't say. But rather, Slade is currently exiting Felicity's room, wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a t-shirt, looking at Felicity with one eye open, especially on her work.

He frowns.

She's smart. She's clever. She works with Green Arrow for Christ's sake, and despite his constant on-again, off-again partnership with Oliver Queen, Slade is no idiot. Oliver often knows what he's doing, knows enough that it would be a problem if they came to blows again.

"Hey Felicity."

Slade's voice is calm and collected, gentlemanly in every sense of the word. "You're up early..." he checks the time. "Or is it late? Hm." Slade questions, though he approaches where she sits, as if to investigate what she's doing. "Find anything interesting?"

Felicity Smoak has posed:
And here is Felicity, caught in the middle of what could eventually be crossfire with only a computer to protect her.

"No, no.." pause, "There is like no traffic on the road."

Catching the sound of movement, she turns around in her swivel seat; it's too late to turn off the monitors, and Slade's not stupid. She's a horrible actress, and there isn't much that she can hide that he won't find out about. There's just that //feeling// about him. Feline in his movements, always aware, always.. on. Even when he's not.

A smile comes to her face, and she looks a little apologetic, gesturing with a thumb back to the screens. "Oh, just a little something I picked up. Aaand," Felicity points to the clock, adding with a light laugh, "Early. And, um.. late. I'm not going in tomorrow, I've already decided, so.." She clucks her tongue softly, and her brows raise in inquiry, "I'm not typing too loudly, am I?"

Her face raises up as he closes the distance between them, her expression genuine, warm and happy in his presence.

Shaking her head soon after, blonde hair shifts slightly, and she pushes up on her glasses again, "No. Their CCTV system is virtually non-existant." Which means she'll be asking Thea to shoot some camera arrows around..

"I could tap into the satellites, but that seems like a little bit of overkill. I only do that for the really important stuff." Of //course// she can!
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Slade Wilson has posed:
Always on.

Always active and alert. Be in his line of work, and you're forced to. You never know when that bullet is going to fly through the window, never know when that bomb is going to start whistling through the air as it descends exactly on your location. Always have to be smart, always have to be wise. Even if it means watching thoes closest to you. She was his weakness.

Always a weak point. Gotta be careful trusting people and loving people. They can be used to get to you.

Though Slade doesn't show any of this in his face, even as he approaches her. "Then I have you all to myself? Sounds like a vacation to me." He teases her playfully, not enough to be obnoxious and not quite objectifying, or at least he's not trying to, but he leans over to see what she's looking at.

"Hm. Have you tried routing through the backup system? Can triangulate images based on surrounding feeds. Might be on it's own network." Slade suggests, in a way that may or may not make sense. Though he looks at her with a kindness and a warmth, leaning down to press his lips to hers, ever so soft and sweet, if she permits such a contact.

Note to self, she can tap into satellites.

"It is excessive, but effective."

Felicity Smoak has posed:
"Mmmm, more like telecommuting, but I'll take it," Felicity returns with a slight tilt to her head. Her hand reaches up to gently touch the back of his neck as he leans to kiss her, she returns the kiss, blue eyes closing in the contact, however brief. Once done, her hand drops, her eyes open, and she smiles again only inches from his face.

"Sick days and vacation days were never like this," comes out softly.

Right!

Clearing her throat in an attempt to actually be able to speak without her voice cracking, she turns back around to the screen, nodding as she takes in his words. "That's next. I'm running test draws in the prison's zone, seeing if I can't get the ones that are offline back online remotely. It's slow, and obnoxious, and I've had to put in a few official," she brings hands up to finger-quote the word, "emergency work requests, complete with commensurate purchase orders." She leans back and taps at a screen, a camera showing an obvious CCTV company truck passing through a light on its way to a carefully selected destination. "See?"

A smirk touches her face, and she nods, "You're in the right direction, though. And if it's on it's own network?" The smirk grows, and she shrugs lightly, "There is nothing that is self-contained anymore. Even the old-styles had modems. And if it's a single computer? That's the only time when different methods have to be used to go in. Firewalls are more like.. matchsticks."

Felicity cants her head again, allowing her hair to fall in that direction a little, and she studies his face. The angle of his jaw, the sound of his voice, and she's so very easily distracted, to the point where she has to rouse herself from the brief reverie. "Um.. right. If it is a little network, easy enough to extrapolate who has access, then tap their computers and go in that way. Extra step, but easy enough to do."

Slade Wilson has posed:
"Mmmm..."

Vacation days were -never- like this.

The kiss lasts for more than a few moments. His lips mold with hers like they were made to dance with hers. Lips briefly part, but only for the slightest moment as his hand reaches to caress her cheek. After the kiss, Slade smiles at her. "Did you sleep well?" He asks her. Taking that break from work, from reconnaisance, to see how -she's- doing.

Like did she enjoy last night?

Though she clears her throat and they look at the screen, he hums a little bit. Slade realizes that he and Bane did good work disabling the camera system. Does she know that he's Deathstroke? Is she aware the danger in her doorstep, the danger in her bed? Was she in danger at all? "Interesting." Though he looks at Felicity. "I like watching your brain work."

He tells her. His hand moving along the back of her chair, ergo the back of her shoulders, gently touching the skin there if she permits the contact. "Nothing worth doing is easy."

Felicity Smoak has posed:
There's that tingle down her spine at his gentle touch of a rough hand on her cheek, the lingering feel and scent of him. So very masculine, rugged, and she'd be a fool to think that he's //not// dangerous. He is a retired Major of Special Forces, after all. And, like Marines, there really is no such thing as 'ex'. It's a life.

Her cheeks pinken with the question, a suddenly demure glance away before she returns her attention on him, and the smile broadens as she nods to underscore, "Yes." Even if she did lie awake after, and.. after.

Looking back at the screens, she once again has to pull her attention and shifts in her seat, trying to get comfortable again. Her brain, that thing that Slade is so fascinated in watching, is running a mile a minute, and as it draws steam, work is beginning to get left behind. "My brain? Oh.." and she laughs before she looks back at him, "No one has ever told me that before."

The contact on her back doesn't make working any easier, that tingle down her spine sending a clear and distinct message.

Absolutely the cameras were disabled; she didn't even have to test them to know that. It's in the movies all the time, for what it's worth. Doesn't mean she can't try and pull the history off of them; everything that was there just before 'lights out'. That's not to mention the interior systems. If she's lucky, she'll be able to trace a path, recreating the whole thing. With trackbacks.

And, as she'd told Oliver, a roster of all missing, their home addresses of record, and once again, those all so important traffic cameras.

"Sometimes, I think things are hard to tell me that I really shouldn't be doing it. Red flags for me." Words to fill that silence, and they lilt.. stammeringly. "Because, this?" She gestures towards the screen, "Child's play. All that other stuff is just added steps. Like.. having to stop and get gas before going to the store." Or something.

Slade Wilson has posed:
It's true.

War never changes.

And for plenty of marines, they never left the war. They never left the fight, never came home from deployment. Slade Wilson is one such man. He's always watching, always waiting. Looking. Making a killing for killing, he is someone who has tried to be better...and every attempt has failed. Maybe Felicity is different? Maybe she's the one who will change him, for better or for worse?

Even as she says 'yes', that one word has so much gravity. Slade didn't fall asleep immediately either. There's something to be said about a man's...talents when he has near-unlimited stamina.

<insert whistle here>.

Though he smiles at her even as she seems to have never been complimented like that before. "You've never met a man like me before." Slade tells her, smiling as she laughs. A hand finds a strand of her hair and starts to twirl it. Is he trying to distract her? Maybe. Probably.

"That's because you're a virtual genius. Stuff like this would be child's play to you." He leans to kiss her neck, maybe suck on it a little, if she permits his advances. "So take pride in your achievements, Felicity. They are well-earned. Sometimes? You gotta break a few rules."