Escaped Moments

Rating: PG-13 (mild nudity)

Pairing: Oliver/Chloe

Summary: Two (SUPER) fluffy moments from Escape. Sort of like my own little version of deleted scenes. Starts right after their middle of the night run –in with Lois and Clark.

A/N: Sooooo…. I know I said I'd write a multi-fic for this epi, but then life happened. (I moved and renovated and then moved again and had to deal with school too) I meant to post this ages ago but apologize and offer this humble pile of fluff and beg for forgiveness.

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"So… How screwed are we?" asked Oliver shutting the door behind them as they returned to their room.

Sighing Chloe sat on the edge of the bed. For a moment she just stared at the floor before exhaling loudly and flopping back onto the comforter, "Royally," she replied.

"You know," he said walking into the bathroom "I don't know who to be more afraid of".

Still flat on her back, Chloe frowned, " What do you mean?"

"Well," he said his voice carrying through the open door as he washed his face, "there's Mr.-I-Shoot-Lasers-Out-Of-My-Eye-Balls-And-I-Can-Throw-You-Across-The Atlantic-Using-Only-My-Pinky-Finger…and then there's Lois. So basically, either way I'm dead."

"So what you're saying is that you can take on criminals and murders every night but if it came down to it you don't think you could take my cousin?" she asked teasingly.

"Hahaha. It's not that I can't take her, its that I don't hit women on principle—unless, they've made a clear attempt to kill me first. And yet, somehow, I feel like I'm going to find myself on the receiving end of a Lane flavored Motolov cocktail tomorrow morning."

"What just you? We're both dead."

"No, no. Between the two of us, I'm clearly the most screwed," he said walking out of the bathroom and sitting down on the bed.

"How?" said Chloe rolling over leaning on her elbows to look at him

"Well, the worst you'll get from Clark is a lecture," Chloe groaned at the very thought, "and maybe a nosey Lois—"

"Excuse me?! I'm sleeping with her ex-boyfriend! You think the worst she's going to do is ask questions?"

"Hey, you could be sleeping with Big Bird but in the end I'm the one sleeping with her precious baby cousin. Oh and did I mention you're bestie happens to have recently been awarded most over-protective tight-ass of the year?"

Laughing Chloe pulled tried to sit up on her knees but instead tripped on her robe landing in his lap. Before she even had the chance to straighten herself he'd lifted her up by the waist into a sitting position.

"Having a bit of trouble with coordination are we Ms. Sullivan?" he said. Laughing he pulled her in for a kiss, only to be met with air instead as she ducked out of his grasp and off the bed.

"I'm perfectly coordinated, as you should very well know," she said raising an eyebrow suggestively, "Besides it's the robe's fault," she said pulling the belt of her robe off with one hand, "It's a silly robe."

Oliver licked his lips at the sight of her before replying, "Yes, bad, bad robe. You should really just throw it away".

"Throw it away?" she asked peeling back the soft terry cloth covering before letting it hit the floor.

"Or burn it. Whatever," he said pulling her back onto his lap.

With a smirk she lifted her bare legs to straddle him she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You know, since I'm going to burned alive and then exploded tomorrow, there really is only one thing to be done," he said in a mockingly grave tomorrow.

"You're right," she said in the same tone, leaning forward until their foreheads touched. Oliver could feel the heat of her breath on his lips and he tightened his grip on her waist.

"We'll have to start the funeral preparations right away," she declared, suddenly pulling away to grab the notepad on the bedside table, "Now, what do you think we should serve at the reception: chicken, or fish?"

Growling, he rolled them both onto the centre of the bed pinning her beneath him and sending her into a fit of giggles.

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