Stalking, Kidnapping, and Flirting or Oliver Queen Has No Respect for Chloe Sullivan
Summary: Neither one of them can remember the last time they got along. There has to be a reason for it.
Notes: This will probably be three chapter. Four at the most.
"What in the world are you doing?"
Chloe jumped up from where she sat on the roof and stared at the Green Arrow. "You scared the hell out of me." Behind the hood and the glasses she was able to make out a frown. "How did you find me?"
"Your cell phone. One night when I found you sleeping at the computer I rigged it with a tracking device."
"What?! I really don't think that is legal."
She stood in front of him, her face now reflecting the frown on his and hands on her hips. He wasn't concerned about it though. "It was Clark's idea. Probably a good one considering how much you run off on your own. And besides, who are you to talk about what is legal." Before she had a moment to yell at him again he nodded towards the small telescope. "Is that mine?"
Chloe blushed slightly. "Yea, I borrowed it."
"Right." He figured they were even then. He invaded her privacy and she stole his things. Sounded like a bad relationship. "What are you doing?"
"Oh! Work." Chloe spun around and kneeled back on the ground. As she lined her eye up with the scope she continued. "Partially work, partially helping Clark out. I get the story he gets the bad guy."
"I thought I got the bad guy." He squatted behind her and tried to look in the direction the telescope was pointing but he saw nothing more than lights and tall buildings. Even his glasses weren't enough. "Let me see."
She had heard the sound of his leather but when she turned around she hadn't expected him to be so close. She was sitting propped on her hip, knees bent, in an effort to look a little respectable since she was in a skirt. Since he was only squatting behind her she found herself looking up into his face, at least what she could see of it. "Go ahead." He propped both hand on the ledge on either side of her and leaned forward. The leather of his suit rubbed against the skin of her back that was exposed by her camisole causing her to tense. Then his body leaned against her, forcing her to put her hands on the surface of the roof to stay in place. Then his face was next to her. He wasn't looking at her but he was close enough that she could hear him breath. What was he doing? They were never that close.
"It's just a woman, cleaning." He pulled his face back from the scope and looked down at her. She had been looking at him but looked away before their eyes could meet. She was once again looking at the building through the scope.
"Yea, I know. It's her boyfriend I'm waiting on. I want to see if he'll show up. Haven't been able to locate him."
He wanted to ask what the guy had done but he couldn't help but get a little distracted by their proximity. They weren't usually in to much physical contact. He could feel her body against his, felt the bare skin of her arm as his arms had settled against the ledge, and could feel her body move with each breath. What the hell was he doing? Before he was able to find out he stood up and walked away from her. "Does Clark know you're out here?"
"Please." Chloe stood up and folded her arms. As she did so she became painfully aware of the cleavage she'd pushed and quickly dropped her arms. "Why is it always okay when I'm doing work for one of you but when I do it for the other it isn't?"
"Whatever. Come on." He moved forward and started packing up the telescope.
"Where are we going?"
"I'm taking you home." After he was through he stood back up and began walking to the door.
He walked right past her. Didn't even ask if she wanted a ride. Just told her. She hated him sometimes. "Taking me home? How?"
"I got here didn't I?" Oliver opened the door and held it open. When she didn't move to join him he frowned.
"You got here on your bike Oliver."
"Yea, so?"
"So? I'm not riding on that thing." He must have lost his mind.
"Why? There isn't anything wrong with it. Probably safer then taking a cab." Yet she still didn't seem swayed by his reasoning.
"Safe? Right. I'm wearing a skirt! You don't ride bikes in a skirt." Of course he wouldn't think about that. He was a guy.
She did have a point, but he couldn't help that. "Come on."
Chloe growled and grabbed her jacket. She was so tired of being bossed around by him. "You're so cranky." She spit out as she walked passed him.
"You're not exactly god's gift to the human race either."
She couldn't believe she let him push her into this. Getting on his bike was probably one of the most embarrassing things she had ever done. Not only was it difficult in heals but if Oliver wasn't sitting in front of her the world would have a great view of her pink underwear. The fact that it was him in front of her made it even worse. His leather wasn't all that comfortable, but that wasn't what bothered her. It was the fact that she could feel it all the way up the leather rubbing all the way up the inside of her thighs. Did he even realize the position they were in.
He probably should have just called her a cab. It would have probably been safer for her than what was going though his mind. When she mentioned wearing a skirt he thought she was being ridiculous. It wasn't like he was going to peak. He wasn't that desperate. Now he got it though. As soon as she was behind him he glanced down and realized her skirt had ridden all the way up her thighs and was dangerously close to her hips. She attempted to scoot back a little to pull it down but once he took off she had no option but to scoot closer again to hold on. He knew women, he knew about skirts. Why hadn't he known about this? "We're making a stop."
"Why?" But he didn't say anything. Any embarrassment was overcome by her anger. She was so tired of him bossing her around. When they stopped near an alley she was the first to jump off.
"I'll be back. Do not move."
All three words were punctuated in a way that made her want to slap him three times for each one. But he just walked off. She wasn't a child. When he was far enough away a man came out of the darkness. They talked for a moment then he handed Oliver something and that was it.
"I need you to check what's on this." He held up the mini disk. "Then I'll drop you off."
"You did this on purpose! That's why you were looking for me and that's why you said you'd bring me home. You had no intention of bringing me home. You invade my privacy, lie to me, and now you kidnap me!" He was so infuriating.
He should have been a saint for dealing with her nonsense. "Don't flatter yourself. Now come on."
Chloe mumbled to herself the whole time she climbed onto the bike. Then she growled as she yanked on her skirt. "I hate you."
"The feeling is mutual." He gritted out as he started his bike. Just to be spiteful he gunned it.
When they arrived at his place they both went up in silence. Even as she loaded the disk nothing was said. Oliver wasn't to sure what this new animosity they had between them. They had gotten along before, more like co-workers than anything. Then, sometime within the past few months, it seemed they did nothing but annoy one another. She'd didn't seem too pleased to help him recently although she obviously jumped at the chance to help Clark. He couldn't help but frown.
It seemed lately whenever he was around her she couldn't breathe, she was suffocating. It wouldn't have made sense if she hadn't recognized the growing knot in her stomach while sat in a very suggestive, uncomfortable position on his bike. But he seemed to have no trouble. She tried to concentrate on the disk but it was impossible with him standing so close. If she would have leaned back she was sure her back would have touched his chest.
"What've you got?" He questioned and leaned in over her shoulder.
"Back off." She elbowed him in the stomach. "You are invading my personal space."
He glared at the back of her head but backed off. After a few moments of silence he released an impatient breath.
"Stop it." Chloe spun around in the chair and stood up. "There is nothing encrypted. You're free to click away to your hearts content. I am calling a cab." She stood up and headed to her purses but his hand on her shoulder stopped her.
"I'll bring you home." It was the least he could do after practically kidnapping her. "In a car."
She was tempted to say yes. But her pride won out. "No, I'll just call a cab." When she turned again to head to her purse he grabbed her hand.
"I said I would bring you home." His teeth were clenched and he fought against the urge to shake her.
"I said I would take a cab." She grabbed his hand and threw it off. When she finally thought she would reach her purse he snatched it off the table. "Oliver!"
"I'll bring you home." She went to reach for it and he grabbed her wrist again.
"I am tired of you bossing me around and invading my space."
"Most women don't mind it when I invade their space." She stopped fighting him at his words and just stared up at him. Had he really just done that? Had flirted with her?
"How many of them have you hid tracking devices in their phones and kidnapped." His hand loosened on her wrist, but didn't release it. Oddly enough, she didn't pull it away.
"None, but I'm sure they'd be flattered." Oliver gently pulled her hand forward and held it at this side.
She didn't pull away from him, but did put her hand on his arm to keep some distance between them. He still was in his Green Arrow gear so his arms were bare all the way up to his shoulders. She didn't like her hand against his bare skin. It made her uncomfortable. "I'm sure."
Oliver slipped an arm around her waste even as he screamed at himself silently. He wasn't about to kiss her. He'd spent the past hour arguing with her.
"Wait." Chloe put her other hand flat against his chest. "You're not about to kiss me are you?"
"Wouldn't you rather wait and see?" He whispered and lowered his head.