Author: Me
Title: Restless
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: PG
Pairing: Chloe/Ollie
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue!
A/N: I could have sworn I'd posted this already so forgive me if I have.

She was restless, a long day and night of working as Watchtower for the Justice League made her tired but unable to sleep. So here she was padding around the kitchen of Olivers mansion on the outskirts of Star City. The boys were all sleeping, even Bart which meant that she had peace and quiet for the first time in many hours. Finally she finished making herself a mug of hot chocolate having decided much to her chagrin that coffee was probably not the best option and was about to head up to the guest bedroom she was currently occupying when she heard a noise out in the corridor.

Walking out she was surprised to see Oliver's tall muscular frame appear in her line of sight, "Sidekick!" he was obviously as surprised to see her as she was to see him, "whatcha doin'?" Chloe lifted up her cup, "couldn't sleep so I thought I'd try an old family remedy." His long strides ate up the ground between them and he leant down to inhale the scent, "smells great," he said his voice sounding so tired that Chloe almost ordered him back to bed. "Come on," she would have tugged on his sleeve but since he only had on a pair of boxers that was a little difficult, "I'll make you one."

She could feel him following her back into the huge kitchen and he leant against the counter beside her while she worked. Neither of them spoke but it wasn't uncomfortable and while she worked, such as it was, she sipped on her own. Handing him the mug she looked up at him, a mock stern expression on her face, "now bedtime," one hand rested on his back and she pushed him towards the corridor before picking up her mug again. "Comin' with me?" he asked looking over his shoulder at her a half smirk on his face. "Maybe next time," she answered in response shaking her head at him. Nighttime conversations often took on a more salacious tone between them but it had never gone any further than words.

"You're killin' me here Chloe," she stifled a giggle as he placed his hand over his heart. She gave him another gentle push, "go, we've got another long day coming." They walked in silence up the stairs onto the landing, her room was two doors down on the left, his one on the right. "Night Chlo," he said as he stopped to look at her, Chloe stood on her tip toes to kiss him on the cheek but it got lost in translation and lips brushed against each other.

The first time was an accident, the second was on purpose, deep, filled with longing and pent up desire, her hand rested on his stomach while her other continued to grasp onto the mug. It could have been seconds, minutes or hours that they continued to kiss for she didn't care it just felt so good and when they finally pulled apart she was left gasping for breath.

Judging by the look on his face Oliver was just as stunned as she was and for a few seconds neither of them spoke, "Wow," she said finally, "quite some goodnight kiss," her fingertips played lightly on her lower lip before she reached up and placed a featherlike kiss on his cheek, "see you in the morning." Before she could do or say anything else Chloe turned and walked swiftly back to her room, shutting the door firmly behind her. Now she definitely wasn't going to be able to sleep.