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"So you said you like a bit of coffee," Oliver commented, trying to make conversation with the girl he had woken up with. It was the most awkward morning after possible, neither one of them had any recollection of how they got there. It seemed impossible.
"Can't get enough of the stuff," Chloe replied quickly. "You have a reason to be surprised, I mean it's not like many people drink it anymore."
Oliver turned to look at her in shock. Everyone lived on the stuff in Star City. In fact he reckoned if he cut someone open, they would bleed caffeine. As a result, most people were thrown when they learnt that he never touched the stuff, especially considering how demanding his job was. "Where do you come from again?"
"Kansas originally but I live in Metropolis now," Chloe informed him as they entered the kitchen.
"Ah that might explain it," Oliver quipped, walking over to the coffee machine that had a thin layer of dust on it. Obviously it hadn't been used in a while.
"What do you mean by that?" Chloe exclaimed, hopping up onto the island. Oliver struggled to keep his eye on the task at hand as the night shirt the petite blonde's shirt rode up high on her thigh.
"Well you guys in the centre are traditional to say the least, I mean what's with the cow tipping thing anyway?" Oliver questioned jokingly.
"I think you're being a little harsh," Chloe smiled warmly at his weak attempt at humour. "And just to clear things up, I've never cow tipped in my life."
"Not donned the cow girl hat, flannel and boots then?" Oliver suggested lewdly.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Chloe grinned a naughty grin in Oliver's opinion.
The billionaire found himself dwelling on the mental image as he got the coffee machine running. "Just needs some water now," Oliver said, plucking the plastic container that fed the liquid to the device and tossing it gently over to his bed companion. "Fill that would you?"
Chloe caught it in both hands and slipped down off the counter. She had to admire her bed fellow's defined lower back as he reached up to get a teapot off the top of a cupboard. Shaking herself of the images filling her mind from picturing running her hands along it she stared around the kitchen for the sink. She walked towards a complicated piece of metal work that had four different taps sticking out of it. "How?" she asked simply.
Setting the teapot down, Oliver walked over and leant around Chloe, reaching for the tap. Chloe struggled not to blush as he seemed to brush against her from behind, his warmth evident against her skin. "Sometimes you have to do everything yourself," he laughed.
"I've never seen a tap like that before. It looks so futuristic, like something out of Star Wars," Chloe confessed.
"I don't use it too much really, I'm more of a juice man," Oliver revealed as he plugged the water canister back into the coffee machine and started it up. "So you mentioned you were a reporter?"
"Yeah, been at the Daily Planet since high school really. Actually in all honesty, I've been there since I first learnt how to write but until I turned seventeen it was only a day dream," Chloe joked, already relishing the smell of caffeine that was slowly filling the kitchen.
"You're not going to write about this are you?" Oliver asked worried.
Chloe let her right eyebrow reach for the sky and put a false consideration look on her face. "Depends on how the coffee is," she smirked eventually.
"Well that's a relief," Oliver grinned back, enjoying her company. "I can't personally testify for this ridiculously expensive machine but the salesman said it was top of the range, best thing I could get."
"I still can't get over the fact that you don't drink coffee. I bet you're one of those people that does yoga, drinks smoothies and meditates all the time, insisting that it helps you just the same!" Chloe laughed mockingly- but still lightheartedly.
Oliver had turned around to retrieve the coffee that had finally finished brewing and returned to look at his companion holding it between both hands. He struggled to keep up his serious face as the blonde's whole face seemed to light up at the sight of the beverage- it was incredibly attractive. "Actually, I do yoga three times a drink, meditating and downing smoothies as I do it," he grinned.
Chloe took a moment to realise he was being serious before looking him in the eyes apologetically. "Oh god I'm so sorry, I put my foot in it all the time. I didn't mean it like that honestly," she stammered, brushed her hair out of her face nervously. Stop thinking about how good he would look as he stretched into those different positions!
"Don't worry about it, it's not like I'm going to force it on you or anything," he smiled, handing her the coffee. "Here you go."
Chloe gratefully received the drink and took a long sip, relishing the heat and taste of it. "Thanks," she managed between gulps.
"How do you manage to drink that straight from the kettle? I wouldn't be able to without burning myself," Oliver admitted.
"I guess years of experience drinking it, I've been doing it since I was thirteen," Chloe replied, thinking about the true extent of her addiction. Putting the mug down, she stared at the residue at the bottom of it ruefully.
"No kidding," Oliver laughed. She had finished it in faster time than it had taken to make it. "Do you want to try and find out what happened last night? We can go to my office to find footage of where we met last night ect," Oliver suggested as he made his way from the kitchen.
"Sure, although there's one problem," Chloe stopped him in his tracks.
"What it it?" asked an oblivious Oliver.
"These are the only clothes I appear to have," Chloe deadpanned.
"Ah yeah, that's an issue," Oliver paused, "we can buy some when we're out. It's the least I can do, but for now you'll have to borrow some of mine."
"Okay," Chloe drew out the single word sceptically. "I bet you $10 bucks that I'll look ridiculous."
"You're on," Oliver smiled as they entered his room once again, "I'm sure you don't look ridiculous in anything."
"You are such a flirt," Chloe accused lightly, rolling her eyes as she walked into his walk in wardrobe, the billionaire following her promptly.
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"I was right, you owe me ten bucks," Chloe said as she got into the elevator. "I both look and feel ridiculous."
The blonde was dressed in one of Oliver's button up work shirt's that was covered up by his University of Star City hooded sweatshirt- both of which were far too big for her. That combined with a pair of tracksuit pants that billowed out like clown's trousers and running shoes that were seven sizes too big for her and she had to wear four pairs of socks just to keep them from dropping off. She longed to dive back into her wardrobe back home and change into her standard pencil shirt and shirt and blouse outfit.
"You know I wish I could say differently but yeah, you do look odd to say the least," Oliver laughed, handing over a ten dollar bill in between outstretched fingers.
"Hey!" Chloe exclaimed, snatching up the money and mock hitting him on the arm. "I thought men were meant to be charming towards their lady folk."
"Ow," Oliver chuckled jokingly. "Your my lady folk are you?"
"You know what I mean, Queen," Chloe shot back as the doors opened, announcing they had arrived at the ground floor.
"Who uses a phrase like 'lady folk' anyway?" Oliver asked, letting the petite blonde left the lift first.
"Never mind," Chloe brushed the topic aside, following Oliver now through the lobby and to the front doors. "You know the elevator we just had installed at the Daily Planet is far slower than the one you have, we should really get onto that."
Oliver was about the reply when he was interrupted by a brunette screaming out 'Oh my god' to his left. He ignored it, used to the clamours of Star City's socialites. Chloe however turned towards the woman. "What?"
"It's you! How is this possible?" the woman went on, her eyes wide. She had dropped her hand bag.
"I live here," Oliver deadpanned, pointing up at the Queen Industries Logo that resided above the revolving door to the lobby. Some of the socialites were dumber than others.
"Not you Queen," the brunette responded harshly, prompting a surprised look from the billionaire. "Her. You. You're Chloe Sullivan."
"Yes I am," Chloe replied hesitantly, slightly nervous from the presence of the seemingly crazy person.
"You're my long lost aunt or something I think. I did a piece on you for the school paper, the Torch," the woman rambled.
Chloe's eyes widened at the revelation. She had founded the Torch in high school during her time at Smallville High. "I don't have a niece. Who are you?"
The brunette seemed to stand a little taller before putting her hand out for Chloe to shake. "The name's Lois Lane and I'm fairly certain you're going to want to hear what I have to tell you."
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Author's Note: Hello again and thank you for coming back! I am really enjoying writing this- it's a little bit fluffy and I already have some crazy plans for it. Hopefully it doesn't end up as long as my previous story... I bet a lot of you saw this coming- the introduction of Lois Lane- but I couldn't resist. I may have twisted cannon by a fair amount but this story was hardly going to fit in anyway was it? And I'm sorry for the cliff hanger (even if it is quite transparent at this point), I am quite the tease.
Onto the best people that walk this green Earth, reviews. You guys are amazing and thank you so much for taking the time to write to me, I really appreciate it.
To KarlaKarol: thanks and I hope you enjoy this chapter. I hope to throw in some more twists along the way!
In reply to Hellzz-on-Earth : Me too, it was so good. Did you enjoy Miracle Day? You've also given me a fantastic idea and I hope to implement it soon (and you've also pretty much doubled the length of the original fic hahaha! Thanks again, I hope you enjoy this chapter.
To Bublee: I hope to post this fortnightly at the very least, I have real life and my other fic to keep up too! Also, your english is probably better than mine so don't worry about it. Hope to hear from you again :)
In reply to three of the guests: thank you very much and I hope you enjoy this piece.
To Ica013: lovely to hear from you again! You missed out, it was a hell of a show. Do you at least watch Doctor Who? But I have to admit the first twist is probably quite transparent but I hope to play with you guys a little bit more before I end the story haha hope to hear from you again soon.
In reply to my fav person ever Flpirate305: Hey nice to see you again. Thanks, I'm trying to make this a little more fluffy than my other fic. It's not that the other one is dark or anything but there isn't much time for Chlollie! It'll all reveal itself in time I promise. Hope to see you next time :)
And finally, Guest. Thanks and his parents will have some significance me thinks ;) Hope you enjoy this bit!
That's all from me but I'll be back soon. Cheers!