Disclaimer: the only thing I own is the craziness inside my head, and I have yet to make money out of it.
And then…
"Oh, my God, Ollie. That was…"
"Wow?" she laughs. They are both panting, their skin glistering with sweat. He kisses the inside of her left breast and rolls next to her. "Chlo, how long have we been doing this?"
"A couple of amazing hours of dirty, dirty fun?" her voice sounds amused.
"No, I mean us" he turns to look at her and almost loses his train of thought. Golden hair tousled, swollen lips curving in a lazy smile, green eyes at half mast, she looks too good to be true, a wet fantasy come to life. He swallows calling on his willpower, there is too much on stake here to get distracted, "how long have we doing this?" he moves a hand back and forth between them.
"I don't know. Three months or so?" her brow furrows
"Four. We have been together for four months and a week to be exact." He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, "we need to talk."
"Oliver, if you want to give up the benefits and go back to being just friends and colleagues, you can just say so." And just like that she goes from soft Chloe to hard-to-core Watchtower.
" No! That's not what I meant!" she raises an eyebrow at his outburst and at how his hand that now had her arm in a vice grip. "I don't want the friends part anymore"
"Okaaay" she looks at him at if he has lost his mind. He doesn't blame her; she is not that far off.
"I mean, I do want us to be friends, and I'm not giving up these benefits. But I want more." There, he said it. The truth is out.
"Ollie" she sits up and looks at him with wide alarmed eyes, "are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" She says girlfriend as if it were a bad word.
"Yes, I'm asking you to be my girlfriend" his hand caresses her arm and when she looks at his eyes she is surprised by what she sees there: honesty, vulnerability, and something else that she doesn't dare name.
"You do realize that you are giving up on a perfectly good casual relationship of friends with benefits and no strings attached to willingly get into a relationship with a girl foretold to die in the not so distant future, not without first becoming a cold bitch, right?" she tries to reason with him, and with that tiny voice in her head, the one that is all feelings and impulse, and too romantic for anyone's good.
"Sidekick, you have your own drawer here and the keys to all my apartments and houses. There is nothing casual about us, and there hasn't been anyone else since that first night at your tower." She opens her mouth to argue, but he stops her with a sweet kiss. "The truth is we'll probably both die fighting side by side, might as well live the same way. And I'm pretty sure I can keep you from becoming said cold bitch" he kisses her again. This time less sweet and more hungrily.
"You sound pretty confident there, cowboy" her hand on his chest holds him off her a little. "Are you sure you can follow through, though?"
"Never been surer" he pushes her down to the bed, one hand going to her side and making its way down to her leg.
"This has the potential of blowing up in our faces spectacularly" she widens her legs open to welcome him, though.
"That's a risk I'm willing to take" his other hand grabs hers interlacing their fingers. "what do you say, Sidekick? Are you with me?" he kisses the moles on her cheek and the ones on her right breast reverently.
"God, help me. Yes, I'm with you, Ollie" she pulls his head back up by his hair and crashes her mouth to his. "Always."