Bring Me to Life
Chlollie
NC-17
A prompt -"shower"
Chloe and Oliver had had that discussion. Ok it was a ginormous argument about her power. At first the little injuries, a cut here, a scrape there, a knife gouge to the left of that, were benign. Until the first time that she died in front of him as she healed the bullet wound in A.C's belly. After that it was on like Donkey Kong. The last of it being when they fought before a mission and her words were simple,
"Its who I am, its what I do. Either love me or leave me," she spoke. That simple phrase rang in his head the entire mission. Things were going well and the team was on the way back to the van when a shot from a security guard caught Oliver in his lower spine, a through and through wound. The guard was subdued and Chloe who now wore leather gloves on missions was at his side,
"Shhh," he spoke. "Its not….unghh so bad." He grimaced in pain.
"Oh shut up green bean." She spoke pealing off her gloves. "You are not leaving me like this. Not when I don't know if I won our argument or not." She kissed his forehead. He tried to protest when she put her hands over his wound and the heat from her hands and the cool from her tears sent sensation searing through his body. "Warm me, when I wake up, please, warm me." She begged and in an instant all was dark.
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Oliver had been sitting by her side for 37.5 hours. His phone calls were diverted to his lawyer, no one or nothing was going to pull him from her side. The time for her to be gone was never consistent and the guys were starting to think she wasn't going to wake up. Oliver banned them from her presence so long as that talk continued. He was about to go and get a glass of water when he heard the gasp and she sat bolt up right in bed.
He was at her side immediately and crushed her to his chest. "Thank God," he whispered. She was shivering and clutching to him like a life raft.
"Warm me Ollie, I'm so cold." She spoke in an almost childlike voice. He nodded and released her only to toss the blankets back and scoop her into his arms. He carried her into the shower and set her onto the counter next to the opulent stall. He turned on the water and set the temperature then gently and ever so reverently took off her pajamas, like she was a porcelain doll that would shatter if mishandled. He was in sweat pants and t shirt. He scooped her naked form off the counter and carried her into the shower. Not caring if his clothes got wet, her warmth was his priority. He held her under the spray and whispering soothing nonsense into her ear. "Couldn't loose you," she sobbed.
"I'm not angry for you saving my life." he spoke as she slid her hands under his t-shirt. He hissed at the sensation and she managed to pull the garment off his body. "I'm angry at me for not telling you I love you or thank you." He held her face in his hands and kissed her as if there were no tomorrow.
"Love you too." She moaned. His hands wandered down her petite frame leaving a wake of heat in their path. She gasped when his wandering hands found her chest. "Please," she begged. He kissed her lazily as his hands massaged and kneaded her flesh into a frenzy of want.
"We," he started to speak as she began to slide his sweatpants down his thighs, and then grabbed his arousal firmly in her hand. He stumbled slightly and pinned her to the shower wall, "ungh…may not always agree, but I sw-swe—oh godd.." he was interrupted by her dainty fingers massaging his length. "Swear that you will know, ungh…that I love you." She looked up at him with innocent eyes and nodded then proceeded to climb up his body wrapping her legs around her hips forcing him to reposition and when he did, he slid into her and nearly fell over. "Chloe," he whispered breathless.
"Shh, I may have saved your life," she moaned as he began to move within her, "But you bring me to life," she purred…..