Beware! Spoilers for upcoming episodes! This was actually part of another fic, with the working title "snippet fic". But somehow it became more than a snippet. So, here it is:

A Couple Mission

She was chewing on her lip while she was typing away on her laptop. Her brows furrowed slightly. He loved watching her work. That strand of hair fell into her face again. He wondered how many seconds it would take her to tuck it away. 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, ...

"Oliver!" She turned to face him, getting rid of the strand at the same time.

"What?"

"Could you stop staring at me? Also: move to your side of the bed. I'm really trying to work here!"

"Well, there isn't really anything we can do before it strikes again, so maybe you should take a break."

"And wait until it kills the next couple? No, thanks."

"What do we know about the couples it attacked?"

"I already told you that 3 times!"

"Well, tell me again. Maybe there is something we are missing."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, boss. All couples stayed in this particular Bed and Breakfast. They all stayed in different rooms and they were all of different ages and ethnicities. They had different jobs, schools, hometowns. There are zero connections."

"But not all couples are attacked."

"Yes, the housekeeper told me that most couples are not attacked. Also, none of the victims were married."

"So, maybe it only attacks couples that live in sin?"

"Yeah, I guess. But not all of them either. You do have a point, though. All victims lacked some items of clothing when they were found..."

"So, they were about to get it on?" He grinned.

She rolled her eyes and turned her eyes back to the screen. "Yeah."

There it was again: that strand. And it was hanging dangerously close to her eyes. He scooted closer.

"Maybe we have been going about this wrong way." He tucked the strand away, and his hand remained on her cheek. He was smiling at her in a strange way.

"Oliver, I'm not going to sleep with you!"

"You won't have to. If we're right, that thing will appear long before that."

"No!" She slapped his hand away.

"Am I that repulsive that you can't even pretend to make out with me?" Was there really hurt in his voice?!

She sighed. "I don't find you repulsive."

"But...?"

"I'm not going to make out with you just for a case, either."

"Come on. Try it. Maybe you even end up having fun." He clapped her laptop shut and put it on the nightstand.

"Hey!" she protested.

He was already leaning over her. She couldn't help but look into his eyes. He was leaning closer. His lips were about to touch hers. This whole setup was wrong. She thought about turning away but didn't. Instead she closed her eyes. It was soft, way softer than she expected. Just a touch of his lips. His hand on her neck. She caught herself kissing him back before she knew what she was doing. She felt a tingle in her stomach when his tongue met hers.

Damn it! She didn't want to enjoy this! One of his hands was touching her hip. Their kiss grew more intense. She slowly scooted down, so that her back wasn't leaning against the wall, but laying straight on the mattress. His finger slipped under her shirt, as his mouth moved to her neck.

She couldn't suppress a moan. This was going to far! Where was this thing? She could feel his tongue on her neck. His hand was almost at her bra. What were her own hands doing? Oh, right. Caressing over his back, until she grabbed his butt. He moaned.

A shiver ran through her. Did they forget to close the window? He helped her up, so they could get rid of her shirt. Then he was kissing her again. His hands were all over her. She shivered again. There was a draft. She opened her eyes to check the window and shrieked.

Oliver froze. He turned around to come face to face with this figure. A woman. Her skin was really pale. She was anything but human. Suddenly their door flew open and something threw her out of the window, crashing it in the process.

"Clark?"

The voice was coming from the hall. What the hell was that? Chloe knew that voice.

"Oh my god!" Lois was standing in the doorway. Chloe was pretty sure, she wasn't talking about the broken window or the unhinged door.

To be continued...