Note: Hi, I'm new to the publishing on business, but I've been reading stories on here for years and I thought I'd see what you guys thought of my story, just a warning for people who are a little faint-hearted this story is rated M for a reason, it has swearing and sex so read at your own will. I'd appreciate some con-crit if anyone is willing to offer as this is officially my first ever story. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing.
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Lauren
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything Smallville related, if I did Chloe and Oliver would have had more screen-time, that is all.

A Desirable Outcome

Chloe had had bad days before, but this was just something else. She was having an unusually interesting day, up until the part where she was almost killed by a twelve year old boy turned superhero/villain. Thank you, Zatanna.

Chloe Ann Sullivan was used to being the one that bad things happened to so she wasn't exactly surprised when her day outside Watchtower had turned, for lack of a better word, sour. Clark, once again, came to her aid, the boy was returned to his former self and everything was back to normal, or as normal as things got around her. All in all, it was just another day to add to her subconscious 'Wall of Weird'.

She sighed sadly to herself as she looked up at her ivory tower. Cuddling up on the sofa with some popcorn, a glass of wine and Gerard Butler topless on her T.V. screen sounded like the perfect way to end the day. The elevator chimed and she walked out, silently thanking Victor for fixing it the day before because she could have done without the hassle of climbing those stairs.

When she pushed the doors to Watchtower open she was startled by an arrow, no less, whizzing by her head and hitting the target placed in the middle of the room, as it was suppose to. Oliver was standing there; bow in hand, ready to take aim a second time round and Chloe wandered what he was doing there so late. Maybe he'd just been patrolling and fancied a chat. There goes any hope of seeing Gerard Butler in all his naked glory, she thought almost dejectedly.

"Slow night?" she asked, a hint of something in her voice that Oliver picked up quicker than you'd expect.

"Figured I'd squeeze in some target practise..." he replied, retrieving another arrow. He looked over at the table and added, sheepishly "and a single malt".
Chloe thoughtfully remembered that bottle of wine she had been craving since the whole ordeal and shook her head sweetly, whiskey will do nicely.

"Did you bring enough for the rest of the class?" she asked, shredding her coat, revealing a shimmery green silk blouse that did wonders for her petite, but curvy figure. Oliver had noticed her choice in colour changing to green a lot lately, but he just smirked and kept it to himself, she really did look good in green.
"Help yourself, Professor"he smirked "Running a little light on allegory tonight. Bumpy day?".

"Not the smoothest"she admitted softly as she grabbed the bottle of whiskey pouring herself a generous amount, kicking off her shoes and sighing, "Someone asked me when the last time I had a good time was and, I didn't have an answer"she answered truthfully.

Oliver turned slowly, studying her closely as she stared back at him, seductively taking a sip of his finest whiskey before turning back to the target and answering,
"I don't think anyone can fault you for being on edge Chloe, hell, if anyone can relate, it's me"

"Yeah, you can"she replied, chuckling to herself.

"You know, sometimes you gotta take your fun..."he paused, releasing another arrow, "where you can get it, and sometimes..."the implications of his words taking on a whole new meaning "it's right in front of your facehe added with an arched eyebrow and a cocky grin "you just have to want to see it".
The two of them forgot all about their troubles for that one moment to stare into each other's eyes.

"Come on"He goaded, holding out his bow, not giving her a way out because this time, he knew what he wanted and Oliver Queen alwaysgot what he wanted. Chloe, always rational, always knowledgeable knew what Oliver was implicating, yet she didn't have it in her to deny him what he so obviously wanted, and if she was being truly honest with herself, she wanted it just as much. She ardently took one last swig of the fiery substance that had kept her new found confidence sky high, and walked over to where Oliver stood. He handed her the bow and went to stand behind her tiny frame. His erection pushed firmly up against her lower back and he felt Chloe tense, she knew how aroused he was and he just hoped that she was feeling the tension as much as he was. Pulling her closer to him, he let his calloused fingers glide ever so slowly up her arm until he reached her hand.

"How do I know when to let go"she whispered, surprised by her ability to keep her voice in check with his body so close to hers.
"It's all about your heart..."he explained quietly. She glanced down at their now joined hands and breathed in deeply.

"Just listen, right there in between the beats..."he whispered huskily for her ears only. "That's when you let go".Oliver lowered his hand to grab a hold of her hip guiding her in the right direction. Chloe felt all the tension in her body relax as she sank back into Oliver's touch. She took a deep breath in to calm her nerves and then let go of the arrow. Bullseye.

Chloe felt a sense of relief and something much more desirable wash over her, she felt much freer in Oliver's arms then she had done her whole life. She turned in his arms, a big grin on her face and dropped the bow unceremoniously to the ground. Oliver saw her eyes darken; even with that smile plastered on her face he knew that this was the moment. He carefully lifted his hand to cup her cheek, holding her intense gaze with one of his own and then that's when it happened, she moved towards him and their lips met in a heated frenzy. He grabbed her, pulling her body flush against his, wrapping both arms securely around her as their lips danced with one another. The taste of whiskey still firmly on her lips only fuelled his desire for her as he lifted her squarely off the floor. She seemed to know what he was planning and wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, moaning at the sudden contact of heat against heat.

Oliver stumbled forward until Chloe's back hit the stain glass window behind them and when he heard her moan he nearly lost himself in her the thought of letting this woman go, scared him. He wanted her so badly. Chloe was the first to pull back for air.

"Oliver, we shouldn't be-"
"No"he said against her lips to quieten her"do you want this Chloe, yes or no?"
"Yes"she moaned.
"Then stop talking and let me give you what you want"
And with that all rational thought Chloe ever had left her body as Oliver's mouth left his mark along her neck and lowered to nibble at her collarbone. The first article of clothing to go was Chloe's blouse as Oliver ripped it from her body. Buttons flew across the room and Chloe giggled at his enthusiasm. He would be buying her a new blouse though, she thought cheekily. Oliver's chocolate brown eyes darkened at the sight of her plumb breast covered in green lace.

"God, sidekick, are you trying to kill me? Green blouse and lace green lingerie?".
"Well, a girl's got to be prepared for anything, you're not the only one who's been thinking about this, Oliver"she winked. Oliver groaned at her implications and hiked her skirt over her hips revealing those blessed green lace panties hiding her dripping wet core from him.

"God, I want you so much, sidekick. Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
"Show me"
"My pleasure".

And it was. Oliver made quick work of her bra, palming one of her gorgeous breasts in one skilled hand and snaking his other to hover over her lace-covered clit. The sound of Chloe's harsh, laboured breath against his ear urging him on.

Oliver gripped Chloe's lace panties and pushed them to the side giving him all the access he needed. He slowly swiped his thumb over her clit and started rubbing it in delicious circles which made Chloe see stars. Oliver slowly lowered his hand and his gaze down to her heated core and smirked mischievously. He stopped his movements and pulled her legs from around his body so she stood now, looking up at him with a confusion etched on her face.

Chloe had no idea why Oliver had suddenly stopped touching her, but she already missed his touch. It wasn't until she watched Oliver sink to his knees, smirk firmly on his face, did she have any clue as to what he was about to do. With her skirt still hiked up around her waist Oliver gripped the edge of her panties and slowly tugged them down her creamy, slender legs throwing them haphazardly over his shoulder to meet her discarded bra and blouse. He looked up into her glistening emerald eyes, silently asking her permission, and when she made no noise of protest he nudged her legs apart and kissed his way up the inside of her thigh. When he reached her gleaming, wet core he gave her no warning before tantalisingly slowly licking her core from top to bottom before thrusting his eager tongue inside her, making her scream for him.

"Fuck, Oliver"she couldn't control the way her body was reacting to him as she, once again, became a screaming, writhing mess. His tongue thrusting in and out of her body making her go crazy for him, she needed this, wanted this desperately. Oliver, wanting nothing more than to see her come undone for him, slowly rubbing circles on her clit with his thumb whilst fucking her with his tongue.

"Come for me, Chloe" he breathed, lips still latched onto her core.
"Oh god, Ollie, I-I , shit that feels so good"
Oliver slowly slid one of his long digits inside her pumping her in time with his tongue causing Chloe to cry out for 'More'.

And that was all it took, Chloe felt her whole body arch and convulse as the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life washed over her, those stars she saw earlier were nothing but a memory as her body lapped up this brand new experience. And this was only the beginning. Oliver licked and sucked her clean of all her juices. He savoured every last drop as if it were a million dollar bottle of whiskey, carrying her through her orgasm and bringing her back down from her high.

"You taste even better than I could have imagined"he groaned quietly in approval. Chloe looked down at him, through lust filled eyes and whispered a little hoarsely,
"You're wearing far too many clothes"

Oliver chuckled darkly and helped her lift his shirt over his head to join her clothes somewhere on the floor. Chloe then attached herself to his belt buckle making quick work of it, popping the button open and sliding the zipper down teasingly. He stepped out of his jeans easily, revealing nothing but a completely naked Oliver Queen standing in front of her. She wanted to make a snarky comment about his lack of underwear but words, for the first time in her life, had failed her.

Before her stood a man who could have been a Greek God for all she knew. His body was flawlessly toned, from his perfectly proportioned shoulders, to those arms (Don't even get me started on those arm)right down to his very generously sized manhood. She let her eyes linger for a little longer than was necessary.

"See something you like, sidekick?"he taunted, lifting her into his arms and carrying her over to the couch, finally disposing the last piece of clothing separating him from her. Suddenly, realisation settled on to Oliver's face.

"Damn it, I didn't bring anything" he exclaimed, furious at his own stupidity, but then again he hadn't carried condoms in his pocket for a long time.
Realisation dawned on Chloe's face as she watched Oliver strut about, naked in front of her.
"I-I'm on the pill... but I understand if you still don't want to-"

Oliver didn't wait for her to finish her sentence before he settled himself between her thighs and began probing her mouth open with his, nibbling on her bottom lip before dipping his tongue inside her willing mouth. Oliver held back long enough to ask her one last time if this is what she wanted.

"I want you, Oliver" she begged "please, I need you inside of me".
Oliver lined himself with her entranced and held her gaze as he slowly slid into her thick folds.

"God, you're so tight"
"It's been a while, just give me a minute" she admitted.
Oliver waited, like the gentleman that he was, until she was ready for him to start moving, but he didn't have to wait long.

"Ollie, please"
That was all the encouragement he needed before he plunged all the way into her wet core. She felt so good around him, so tight, but also the perfect fit. Oliver picked up the pace and his thrusts were becoming harder and faster. Oliver had thought about this moment for a few months now and not a single one of those fantasies were as good as this. The way her back arched every time he got too far away or the way her hips moved in time with his thrusts, or even the cute little mewling sounds she made when he hit that spot inside her. This was just what Oliver needed. He needed Chloe a lot more than he realised and now he was only just beginning to see why. She made him feel like a man again, like he had a purpose. It was true, Green Arrow needed his Watchtower.

Chloe was so wrapped up in the way Oliver was making her feel she forgot all about her shady past with 'love' and her overbearing, control-freak nature because being with Oliver meant she didn't need to be in control. All she had to do was feel, and Oliver knew just how to make her body hum. Chloe was on the verge of her second, mind-blowing orgasm of the night when she felt Oliver pull back to rub her clit in just the right way, his touch felt like little flames dancing across her creamy skin igniting a fire so bright no other man could even compare. With one final flick of his thumb and one lasting thrust inside her Chloe knew this would always be the best sex of her entire life. Nothing compared to this.

Oliver was so close to spilling his load that holding back was physical torture, but he wasn't about to come unless Chloe came along with him. He felt her muscles clench tightly around him in her final orgasm and that was all it took. Oliver relinquished all control of his body, giving in to what was definitely, the most intense orgasm of his life before rolling over, to stop from crushing Chloe's petite form from under him. He pulled her close to him so they were spooning on the couch, both breathing heavily and smelling of sweat, sex and the sweet scent of their mingled bodies. They were both so exhausted that sleep was inevitable. Listening to each other's breathing they both fell into a soundless sleep, their bodies just a mass of tangled limbs.