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A Chloe/Oliver fic.

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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Smallville.

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A/N: Well, I pretty much had a screaming fit when Chloe traded herself for Oliver in tonight's episode. But, it gave me the motivation to get back to writing, so here we are.

This is just a short one that I've been meaning to write for a while. Takes place in the middle of season 9, established Chlollie.

I hope you guys like this one, I know I'll love writing it.

As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!

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Easy on the eyes? It was a fairly large understatement, but ... yeah. She could go with that.

There were many things that she loved about her Ollie. Not the Oliver Queen that the high society crowds believed him to be, and not the green-leather-toting vigilante that the papers loved to morally question. No, her Ollie was a mix of the two.

Not that anyone else would ever know that. Not even Lois or Clark - who were both aware of Oliver's alter ego - would ever know him like she did.

She could talk for hours about the many things that she loved and admired about him, she could fill an entire issue of the Daily Planet with meaningless chatter about the wondrous man that he was. But she couldn't do that. She couldn't gush about the hero within, she couldn't sing to the high heavens about how she'd finally found her guy, the one that she was truly meant to be with, who understood her like no one ever had, and who she would lay her life on the line to keep out of harm's way. No, she couldn't rant about all that, because as far as the outside world knew, Oliver Queen had only just started seeing Chloe Sullivan, interim Director of the Isis Foundation.

The press had no notion of their true relationship, as far as they knew, Chloe and Oliver were a fresh, new item. Just getting to know each other.

So, at one of those stuffy corporate events that Oliver hated so much, but tolerated much more considerably with Chloe on his arm, she got to talking with some of the other women there. They wanted all the details on their front-page relationship, wanted to know all the dirty little secrets.

Chloe, of course, was doing her part in fielding the questions, but couldn't resist one when Oliver sidled next to her and wrapped his arm around her waist.

When asked what she first saw in him, she didn't tell the woman that his selfless bravery had won her over, or his breath-taking aim with a bow and arrow. She didn't tell them that it was his heroism or penchant for flattering leather. She didn't give them the list of reasons why she was falling more in love with him everyday.

Chloe simply cocked one eyebrow, grinned mischievously up at him, and replied, "Well, it didn't hurt that he was so easy on the eyes."

The small crowd around them chuckled, and Oliver gave her a look that told her he knew what she was really thinking. Their eyes spoke volumes to each other, and even though he replied with an equally humorous remark and a saucy half-grin, his eyes told her that he saw so much more in her.

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The end.

Like I said, just a short one.

What did you guys think? Like it, hate it?

Reviews are appreciated, flame if you must, but constructive criticism is much more useful.

Until next time ...!