Title: Apology Accepted
Category: Smallville
Rating: K+
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Chloe/Oliver
Prompt: Jewelry by strgazr04
Word Count: 550
Summary: Chloe resolves to stay angry, but she's not very good at it.
Apology Accepted
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Chloe stared at the small box sitting center on her desk and chewed her lip. Her hands twitched to reach out and see what laid inside, curiosity always was her downfall, but she refused to move. "Jewelry?" she said into the dark room. "You're losing your edge."
"If you can spot me that easily, I really am," came the deep, distorted voice she knew so well.
"Yeah, well, when you spend as much time around heroes as I do, you get used to it." Her lips firmed. "Getting used to those same heroes and their disappearing acts takes a little more work."
He sighed and she heard the flick before the distorter was turned off. "It was an emergency."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "It always is." She remained firm despite the fact that she really did understand why he had to go. It didn't change the looks she received when she returned from the bathroom to an empty table and a bill much too large for her salary to cover. She knew he'd get it later, but that wasn't the point. He could've left a message or come and got her, something, anything but disappearing while she wasn't looking. And it didn't erase the hours she spent worried about his safety, with nothing and nobody to reassure her he was all right. Came with the job description, she knew, but it never lessened the fear.
She felt him slide up behind her; a heat that she probably imagined warmed her back through her clothes and filled her stomach, nudging the butterflies into action. His gloved hand slid around her neck and drew her hair back to reveal it to him. She felt his kiss before his lips even touched her. Her eyes fell closed, her shoulders slackened and she felt her resolve crumbling by the second.
"I'll make it up to you," he promised, voice low and husky, sending shivers down her spine.
Her arm reached back, palm finding his cheek. "You always do," she admitted.
She could feel his grin against her ear.
"Open it," he told her, his other hand sliding to her hip, squeezing it lightly.
Her lips thinned. "I really don't need jewelry." She wasn't much of one for diamonds or jewels or anything, really. She wore the odd necklace or bracelet, but she never understood why apologies begot presents. He should know that by now.
His chin rested on her shoulder. "Just open it, Sidekick."
She reached for the blue box and undid the tiny ribbon before she popped open the top. Her lips quirked with a smile as she lifted out the small piece of paper with his messy writing scrawled atop. IOU - One romantic anniversary dinner with the promise of mind-altering sex She laughed, rolling her eyes. "Mind-altering?"
"Only the best for my Watchtower."
She turned around in his arms and cupped his face wither hands. "You were on very thin ice, Arrow."
He pressed his forehead to hers, his arms sliding up her back and drawing her tight against him. "You love me too much to get rid of me now."
She smirked. "Don't push your luck just yet. Wait until the mind-altering sex is over."
He laughed, lowering his head to slant his lips across hers.
Apology accepted.
