Title: Ridiculous
Category: Smallville
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Chloe/Oliver
Prompt: #020 - Laughter, "I do my best work in the dark," by swing_set13, "Say it slower this time, with your pants off," by swing_set13
Word Count: 565
Summary: "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

Ridiculous
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Laughing, she shook her head. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

He shrugged lightly, grinning. "I prefer the term committed."

"Ollie, there's no time." She shook her head. "We're currently sitting in a dead car in the middle of nowhere, which by the way wouldn't have happened if you'd stopped at the gas station to not only get directions but also get gas!"

He rolled his eyes. "The gauge said half-full and I figured the GPS could've taken us where we needed to go."

She lifted a brow derisively. "Because it's been working so well the last four hours we've been lost."

He frowned. "It was more of three and a half."

She snorted, throwing her hands up. "Ridiculous, as I said."

He turned toward her, taking one of her hands in his and stroking the underside of her forearm delicately. "This is supposed to be an anniversary to remember... So I don't see what the difference is if we take out an hour to enjoy the backseat rather than walking all the way back to the gas station."

Her brows rose comically. "It's freezing and it's getting dark out. The lights don't even work in this thing."

He smirked. "I do my best work in the dark," he boasted.

"I'm well aware," she muttered, half-smiling. "But I don't think we have the time here. Our reservation was for three hours ago. By the time we get there, if we get there, we'll probably be sleeping in the car."

He smirked. "Problem solved then. We'll stay here tonight, in the very comfortable backseat, and tomorrow I'll walk to the gas station for gas and directions." Before she could say anything, he was in the backseat and motioning for her to join him. Rolling her eyes, a chuckle escaping her, she crawled back to sit next to him.

"We're going to freeze to death in here," she told him.

Half-grinning, he buried his face in her shoulder and began kissing up and down her neck. "I'll keep you warm."

"For a hero like you," She let her head fall back, enjoying his mouth, "You'd think you'd be more interested in saving the damsel in distress. And remembering to fill up the tank." She giggled as he nibbled her ear. She buried a hand in his hair, tugging lightly as he led his lips down to her shoulder, nuzzling her shirt out of the way. "We shouldn't be doing this... People will worry when we don't call... Don't make our reservation..." Her eyes fluttered and she bit her lip as he slid the sleeve of her shirt down her arm and followed the path with his lips. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Mm hmm," he hummed, continuing on his exploration of her upper chest.

"Ollie," she chastised half-heartedly.

He sighed. "Fine." He looked up at her. "Say it slower this time, with your pants off."

She laughed despite herself.

And he triumphantly managed to lean her back on the seat.

The next morning, Chloe woke up warm, naked and sprawled on top of an equally naked boyfriend of hers. She looked around in confusion for a moment before remembering what had happened. Rolling her eyes, she sighed to herself and stared down at the far-too convincing man who got her into this mess. "Ridiculous," she murmured. Ridiculously stupid, funny, and incredible. She loved every second of it.