They had a ritual they did every night before they went off to fight the next morning. They always had sex. It started off the first night they went to take down one of Zod's soldiers, they weren't sure if they'd come out alive. So it was like a last hooray type of thing. Then they just continued doing it. Maybe they thought it was a good luck sort of charm, or maybe they just liked enjoying each others company for those few minutes (well about a half an hour...) and feeling like someone needed them. They never questioned it..
Chloe sat up from the bed, she reached down to wear she had tossed her tee shirt on the way to the bed however long ago. She pulled it over her head as she tried to spot her pants. She spotted her black briefs and got up and slid them over tall toned legs.
"What are we doing?" Oliver asked suddenly from the bed, he had the blanked pulled up just barely above his waist and sat propped on one elbow.
"Well I 'm trying to find my pants," Chloe said looking through the piles of clothes oliver had randomly around his room. She was getting tired, she wanted to get back to her room. That was another silent agreement of their little ..well whatever it was, they never slept in the same room. They'd go wherever (Chloe's room, Ollie's room, closet..) but they'd never sleep together, always parted ways.
"No I mean we..us..as a couple." Oliver asked, he looked quite serious and kind of confused. It was a sweet little awe puppy dog face.
Chloe smiled and chuckled to herself about his cute little face. He was so boyishly handsome. "I ..are we a we?" Chloe asked in return. Miss Planner never really thought about the prospect of being a we with Oliver. She just thought it was.. a fling maybe. A short time thing. Like her kiss with Clark before the world ended the last time. She always seemed to kiss guys..or do a little more than just kiss, whenever she thought the world was going to end. If they survive she should probably go check that out.
"Well we've slept together 33 times." Oliver said.
"I honestly don't know if I should be awed that you cared enough to count, or scared because you actually did."
"I'd be awed, but that just makes me look better." Oliver said.
Chloe laughed, and nodded. Where the heck where her pants?
"Chloe, can you come over here for a sec." Oliver asked. Chloe nodded and went to stand by him. "All those other times I knew deep down we were gonna make it. But...i have a bad feeling like we may actually die tomorrow."
"I've already slept with you, I don't know what else you want me to do?" Chloe asked raising her eyebrows.
He nodded his head over to the other side of the bed. She raised her eyebrows again. Then her eyes brightened as she thought about it, she laughed. "Oliver Queen's not actually asking me to spend the night with him, is he? The King of Players asking little ol' me to spend the night. Hmm" She said.
"So..." Oliver asked.
"I want you to say it." Chloe said smiling getting glee over the fact he just asked her that.
"Will you..you know." Oliver tried.
She shook her head.
"Will you, Chloe Sullivan, spend the night with me?" He asked. She paused. And he added, "Please."
She laughed one last time and walked around to the other side. "I hope you know i'm wearing my shirt and my underwear, or no deal." She said with a shrug.
He laughed, then nodded. "Deal. As long as you realize I'm not gonna wear anything."
She smiled, and got into the bed. She scooted the bed over next to him and put her head on his chest as he put his arm around her.