Title: Staking Claim
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Drama
Pairing: Chloe/Oliver, one sided Dinah/Oliver
Summary: Chloe lets Black Canary know that Oliver is strictly off limits.
Staking Claim
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Chloe rolled her eyes. She was doing it again. Recently, it seemed Dinah had noticed Oliver was an extremely handsome man. How it seemed to pass her unnoticed in the past, she had no idea. But now that Dinah had taken her blinders off, she was officially trying to get the Justice League leader's attention. Her flirting consisted of being overtly sexual and using her slim, toned body to distract him. Obviously, she didn't know Oliver that well, however. He'd trained himself to keep his eyes steady and never let his attention sway from what was important. So while she continued to lean into him when she didn't need to and reach out to touch his arm just to feel the strength behind them, he acted oblivious to the whole thing.
What bothered Chloe most was that the League knew about their relationship and still Dinah figured she could turn his attention toward her. Chloe was at his computer, gathering information on a mission coming up and Dinah was laughing, low and sexy, as she leaned in close to Oliver and spoke to him in undertones. Oliver, for his part, was mostly distracted by the file he had in his hands and had made a few sarcastic remarks. Instead of getting the hint that he was busy, she reached out and ran a hand over his chest, drawing his eyes up, furrowing as he looked at her in question.
"Always so busy," she drawled, her brow lifting. "You know what they say… All work and no play makes Ollie a very, very dull boy." She smirked. "I know just the remedy though."
Chloe had enough. She was staking her claim and the annoying little peacock could just back off.
Placing her palms on the desk, she stood up abruptly and crossed the room, sliding in between her boyfriend of eight months and the Black Canary. "Look, Pigeon girl, I'm getting tired of you constantly hitting on him. He's taken, get a clue."
Dinah lifted a brow, her mouth pursing in irritation. "What's wrong? Scared he might trade up?"
Chloe's head cocked to the side and her expression darkened. "In case you haven't noticed, he's not interested."
She looked amused.
"So," Chloe said mockingly bright. "You're going to stop throwing yourself at him, or I'm going to clip your wings!"
Dinah frowned, looking nonplussed by the bird joke. "What's wrong with a little competition?" she drawled, staring down at Chloe with thin eyes.
"Go compete for somebody else, Duckie."
Dinah simply thinned her lips and turned her gaze up toward Oliver. "When you want a real woman, come find me." With that, she turned and walked away, a sway to her hips.
Chloe avoided growling, instead making faces at her as she left.
She heard Oliver try to stifle a laugh behind her and turned around, glaring.
He lifted his hands in surrender. "I didn't do anything."
Giving him a look, she pursed her lips and turned to walk back to her desk.
With a sigh, he followed. "It wasn't like I was encouraging her advances."
"You weren't discouraging them either," she reminded, pulling her chair up behind her as she sat down. Her fingers flew over the keys with a little extra fervor in her irritation.
He stepped up behind her, hands falling to her shoulders. "I'm not interested in…" He cleared his throat. "Duckie."
She forced her smile away, trying her best to ignore him.
He massaged her shoulders, thumbs rubbing at her neck soothingly. Her eyes fluttered shut and her body shifted back until she was leaning into his grip. The tension drained out of her and she felt her toes curl as his hand slid lower, kneading at her back and sides. His magic fingertips made her bite her lip and sigh in content. As they found the small of her back, her body arched and her head fell back. Her eyes opened slowly, staring up at his smug grin.
"Still mad?"
"Not with you," she said with a slight shrug.
He chuckled before leaning down and pressing his lips against hers. He nibbled her lower lip, his tongue twining with hers. The upside down angle was something new and she found she kind of liked the way his chin brushed against her nose. It was intimate and comfortable. As he parted from, she licked her lips. "How very Spiderman," she teased, eyes glittering with laughter.
He rolled his eyes, brushing her bangs from her face and pecking her forehead. "I have to fax this to Bruce ASAP," he said, motioning to the papers he left on the side of the desk. "So were good?" he asked, brow lifting.
"We're fine," she told him, nodding.
"Fine," he said contemplatively.
He shook his head before he turned her chair around and placed his hands on either side of her, holding the armrests. He leaned forward and captured her mouth once more. Her breath left her at his kiss; deep and passionate. Everything seemed to melt away as his tongue twined with hers and their noses brushed. Her hands rose, fingers gripping either side of his jaw, as if to hold him in place, never letting the kiss end. When air became a necessity, the parted a tiny bit, just enough to suck in air. Her eyes slid open to slits and met his glazed eyes.
"Better than fine?" he asked, breathing heavy.
She nodded slightly. "Really, really great," she murmured.
He grinned.
"That fax… It's really important?" she asked, fingers sliding down his neck to stroke his skin suggestively. She tipped her head back, pressing a kiss to his chin. "Like, has to be done this second, important?" She nibbled around his lips, sucking his top lip into her mouth.
One of his hands rose, burying in her hair. "I can do it later," he muttered, before drawing her up out of her seat. Within seconds she was backed up and pressed against the wall, his hands roaming around her, tugging at clothes and stroking her skin feverishly. Yeah, she had nothing to worry about. Oliver wouldn't be looking for a real woman anytime soon. He already had one. And he knew it.