Title: These Forever's
Category: Smallville
Rating: T
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Chloe/Oliver, mentioned Chloe/Jimmy
Prompt: Strangers by pipersmum
Word Count: 484
Summary: On the day of her wedding, Chloe Sullivan woke up and realized something startling.
These Forever's
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On the day of her wedding, Chloe Sullivan woke up and realized something startling. The man she was going to marry, the man lying asleep next to her, the man she was going to vow to be together with and love for the rest of her life... felt like a complete stranger to her. He didn't know her the way he should and she didn't know him the way she ought to... If they were walking past each other on the street with blinking signs screaming every little and big detail about each other, they wouldn't know each other, they'd be complete strangers, they'd keep walking and never look back. Because Jimmy Olson wanted to marry a Chloe Sullivan that wasn't who was lying next to him. He didn't understand her like a husband was meant to.
Which is why while he slept peacefully, she wrote him a note, an explanation, and then she left. She left their apartment, she left him, and she left any ideas of marrying him behind her.
She was sorry, but not enough to go through with marrying him.
Five years later, she'd wake up next to a different man on the day of her wedding. She wouldn't write any notes, she wouldn't pack any bags and she wouldn't for a second consider that they might be strangers or that she couldn't go through with a lifetime of him. She would roll over in the green sheets that clung to her naked body and wrap her arm around his waist. He would sigh, his eyes still closed and his mouth quirking with a smile. "What happened to no seeing the bride before the wedding?" he would murmur tiredly.
She'd slide her leg over his waist and climb on top of him. "We'll have to call off the wedding, I guess," she whispered huskily.
His eyes opened and with the ease of a trained hero, he turned them over, smirking at her shriek as she lay sprawled beneath his broad form. "Not a chance, Sidekick. You're marrying me today." He leaned down, pressed a kiss against the valley of her breasts and nuzzled her sweetly with his nose. As he gripped one of her thighs and rocked his hips against hers, his length brushing against her slit, she moaned. "Any objections?"
She shook her head back and forth and gripped his shoulders, drawing him in. "I love you, Oliver Queen," she said, staring up into his brown eyes.
He kissed her lightly and took her hand, their fingers twining, her engagement ring winking in the early morning sunlight. "Enough to say forever?" He didn't look worried; they both knew her answer.
She tipped her chin and felt the faint scratch of whiskers against her lips. He'd need to shave before the wedding, but not before they had a little fun first. "Forever," she breathed, capturing his lips.
She meant it.