Title: Watchtower Duties
Rating: T
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Chloe/Oliver
Prompt: #012 - Self-Love
Word Count: 330
Summary: Chloe finds a frustrated Oliver and relieves the stress.
Watchtower Duties
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When Chloe walked into the watchtower, she wasn't expecting to find an angry Oliver Queen pacing back and forth, ranting and raving to the seemingly empty room. What surprised her more was that all he was saying seemed to be damaging only to him; a few shots to the ego that obviously had something to do with the bandage across his shoulder. He always seemed to get down on himself when he was reminded of his lack of immortality.
"If you self-hate fest is over with," she called out, interrupting him.
Whirling around, his glare melted and he sent her a half-smirk. "Well I'd try self-love, but I wouldn't want you to get jealous, Sidekick."
She snorted, shrugging off her coat to toss away before she walked toward him, hips swaying. "Nice bandage, Arrow, very stylish."
"What this? It's all the rage in France," he replied, reaching out with his good arm to draw her up against him. He stared down into her eyes. "You know what would perk up my spirits, 'tower?"
"You've had a long night, you think you can handle anything perky?" She lifted a brow, sliding her body up against his as her arms wrapped around his neck.
He hauled her up with his good arm until her legs were wrapped around his waist. "I can handle anything you can give," he breathed lowly against her mouth.
"I dunno... That self-love idea might be better... After all, you do still have one good hand."
He laughed, lifting a brow. "Planning on watching, Sidekick?"
"I'm sure I'll lend a hand or two after you get things started."
Turning toward the bedroom, he grinned, no longer wearing all the worries of the world on his shoulders.
Chloe ran her fingers through his hair, kissing up and down his neck, nuzzling him with her nose. Of all her Watchtower duties, she was fairly certain keeping her favorite green leather hero from being his own worst critic was the best.
