Title: Seduction Games
Category: Smallville
Rating: K+
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Chloe/Oliver
Prompt: Black Dress by biacastelar
Word Count: 511
Summary: He choked on air.
Seduction Games
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He choked on air.
She stared at him funny, head tipped to the side in confusion before she returned to searching through her clutch for something. He, on the other hand, was trying to remember how to speak. It was supposed to be a job; they'd go in, play the part of beauty and the billionaire, sneak away, gather priceless information, and get out. But then, he hadn't quite thought it through. Because going to a huge gala meant taking only the most capable person with him, meaning Chloe Sullivan was his date. And being that it was, in fact, a gala, meant that she was wearing a dress. A black one. And she looked good enough to die for.
"Oliver?" She lifted a brow. "You okay, Hero? Are you having second thoughts?"
"NO! No!" he protested quickly, finding his ability to speak buried somewhere behind his drool. "I- I was just admiring your... sense of style."
She smiled slightly. "Is that right?"
He nodded, clearing his throat before holding out his arm. "Ready to go, Sidekick?"
She grinned, taking his arm. "Of course." She glanced up at him. "If you can handle a night with me and infamous black dress that is..."
He smirked. "That depends... Is there a chance it'll be coming off at any time?"
He reveled in his senses returning; their easy banter was back on track and she was no longer one upping him with her beauty.
Her lips curled coyly. "That all depends on how you play your cards, Queen." She winked, stepping on to the elevator.
She stood, grinning triumphantly as she watched the numbers descend above, taking them closer and closer to the ground floor. With moments to spare, he leaned over, clasped her chin, turned her head and kissed her. His arm slid around her waist, drew her up against him and he tangled his tongue with hers, letting them dance easily together. He was right; the fiery passion he always saw in her eyes was exactly what she put into everything else. She moaned softly, her body going lax against him, as if no longer putting up any sort of fight.
As the elevator dinged, they parted and he watched her, standing with her body at an arch toward him, her dress looking even more appealing against her taut form. She licked her lips and panted as she stared up at him with heated green eyes. "Well played."
He smirked. "We have a whole a night ahead of us... You haven't seen me at my best yet."
She stood up, gaining her balance once more and stepped off the elevator. "Looking forward to it," she tossed over her shoulder, walking toward the front doors of the building to the waiting limo. He watched, lip caught in his teeth, his eyes never straying from her beautiful body, dressed in a black gown he couldn't wait to take off. Catching up to her easily, he promised himself he'd be on his A game. There was quite the reward in the end for him.