It didn't consume him like he thought it would. It was more a slow burn.

When he saw them, there was just shock. He had seen it coming a mile away from Oliver's end but never in a million years would he have thought Chloe would fall for it, for him.

And then Lois wouldn't shut up about it, about them, about what they were doing. She even wanted to sneak over to their room to eavesdrop for some godforsaken reason I didn't even want to try to understand.

On and on she chattered away, I was grateful when she finally fell asleep. But then I almost shook her awake again because in the absence of her voice, my internal monologue kick started and was heading now where good.

But I remained strong, not even flinching when I saw them the next morning. Of course Lois had to go and throw the sex question on the table and I almost lost my breakfast, what little I had.

A spark of protectiveness came to life and smoldered away. So I had to say something to Oliver, to let him know to watch himself. I got a kick out of the nervous look he gave me in response. And if their conversation threw Oliver into a little tailspin, then who's fault was that? I had merely been giving him some advice.

I was feeling okay, the spark was still sputtering around inside me but it was manageable. Oliver had been warned and I could refocus on Lois.

But the fates were smiling cruelly on me that day and blessed Chloe with a possession. That's when the spark flared to life. A steady heat that took all my willpower to ignore, like trying to avert my eyes from the naked goodness of her standing right in front of me. All I could think about were perfect breasts, not too big, not too small, just pert, perfect, delectable and I couldn't help my gaze travel farther down to the delicate swell of her hips and now I'd never have to wonder, she kept it shaved and trimmed in cute little patch of golden curls that begged to have my fingers…okay stop that train.

Obviously, this wasn't Chloe. One, she had lost interest in me a long time ago and two, she would never do anything that crazy. The boy scout in me quickly had her wrapped in a towel, even though I just wanted to throw her into the shower with me. Chloe, naked and wet…holy crap.

But she was adamant and she was looking at me with her sexy face, eyes half hooded heavy with desire and bad attitude curl of her lip telling me I would be in for the ride of my life. With her arms wrapped around me, I couldn't remember why I was supposed to say no, then Lois, so awesome with her timing, comes bursting in and next thing I know, I have a frantic, panicked Chloe in my arms and she's running as fast as she can get away.

So now I'm stuck with this slow burn. Seeing her with Oliver and then seeing her without anything brought back all the feelings I had kept under careful lock and key.

I tried, tried to just be with Lois, but her phone ringing was just the perfect excuse to pull away again. How was I supposed to have sex with Lois when I'm making love to Chloe in my head, repeatedly, in multiple positions, with various outfits and toys and…gulp…syrup, she always did love chocolate syrup.

And god does it burn, that he's with her, touching her, inside her, doing all the things that I should be doing. Did I not make it very clear to Oliver that she was mine? Does Oliver not remember my freak out on him for having her work with him let along being with him? Is he out of his mind? I'm an alien with superpowers that crush his stupid pretty boy face with a tap of my finger!

Okay so that's not fair, Oliver was probably not thinking at all, least of all about me. When your mouth is wrapped around the sweetest nectar and you're in perfect ecstasy, there's probably not a whole lot of thinking going on.

Stupid Oliver Queen, always getting everything his way. There are just some things you don't do, like take away your buddy's best friend, and my most secret desire. You just don't do that to your bud.

Fuck, where do I go from here?