Chapter 2.
Chloe – My birthday.
Until I turned around and saw Oliver standing where my best friend should have been, I had been having one of the worst nights of my life– ever.
It was my birthday but I couldn't be further from happy. I couldn't stop my thoughts from drifting time and again to Jimmy and how he had said that marrying me had been the biggest mistake of his life. What was it about me that ruined perfectly good relationships and stopped other men I did like from noticing me? I was wallowing in self-pity when Oliver had placed the gift in my hands and startled me. It was such a good surprise to see him standing there; he was supposed to be out of town for a few days to do some recon on one of Lex's new 33.1 sites. I hadn't expected to see him for days. I still felt just as giddy as I had that first day when I'd met him in Clark's barn, each time I looked into his eyes I lost sense of time and place. Besides his blindingly good looks, he impressed me everyday we worked together with his quick mind and devotion to our cause. His single-minded determination had brought us together and would keep us together, I was sure. "Us" was the beginnings of what we like to call the Justice League. Clark hadn't officially joined us yet, but Oliver was still trying to convince him. Now as I looked up into his extraordinarily handsome face I felt a surge of pure happiness, I refused to examine it too closely. I was just glad a friend had made it to my party.
As he pulled me towards the dance floor and then swung me into his arms I felt decidedly light headed. From the champagne Lois had insisted I drink, I told myself. Lois and Oliver were friends now too, the awkward post break up phase finally over. Lois and Clark were definitely getting closer which was great. I wanted them both to be happy. As we began to Tango, I followed his lead perfectly and he made it easy to dance with him. His tall muscular body had a cat like grace that dancers would kill for. I could feel every centimeter of his hard muscled body against mine now. I was beginning to feel startlingly aroused. Could I actually be on the point of completely embarrassing myself – again? Oh god, I thought, please don't let him notice that he makes me weak in the knees. He smiled down at me; it lifted his angels' lips into a crooked half smirk that made my heart hammer even harder than it had been already. Stupid, stupid, stupid, I told myself internally. I had already known that I was dangerously close to falling for Oliver, but this was much too close to it being a reality. I felt scared. Soon the music died and we walked off the dance floor, holding hands. Ok, this was getting seriously weird now. I jerked my hand away suddenly.
"What's wrong princess?" Oliver asked in surprise.
That annoying nickname grated on my nerves suddenly, he had started using it just last week. I had never gotten around to asking him why he had chosen such a generic nickname.
"Nothing." I said, forcing a casually friendly smile onto my face. "I'm just hot. Can we go back out side for some fresh air?"
His expression told me he wasn't fooled, but he nodded and walked besides me towards the balcony. The cool air hit my heated face like ice. It felt good and sobering. I needed a wake up call. I didn't want to ruin what I had with Oliver, just so I could end up breaking up with him too or worse still, find out he didn't like me that way.
"Are you gonna tell me what's bothering you, or should I guess?" He asked, right besides my ear.
His honey smooth voice would have made an archangel proud. I shivered as his breath whispered across my cheek. Why was he so close? It did nothing to help my self-control. A shuddering breath escaped me as I struggled with whether I should tell him the truth or not.
"Olli, I….um…." I stuttered uncharacteristically.
"At a loss for words? Wow. This is the first time I have ever seen Chloe Sullivan rendered speechless." He chuckled. "This I have got to hear."
I drew a deep breath and turned to face him. He was so close my short hair tickled his cheek as the wind blew it gently.
"Ollie, I don't want to ruin what we have and when we were dancing it felt…." I hesitated.
"It felt like something more." He finished for me.
Before I could answer his smooth lips found mine and I couldn't think anymore. Rational thought ceased to exist. Our kiss deepened when he traced the crease between my lips with his tongue, asking me to surrender to him, I did. Soon I was clinging to him, I could feel his arousal pressed against me and I felt a surge of wetness between my legs in response. Suddenly he lifted me and placed me on the low wall behind us, my back against the railing. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. The feeling coursing through me were amazing and I only wanted him to carry on and on and on…. I heard him moan and I slid my hands across his chest and downwards. This was everything I had wanted since I had first met him and it was also everything I had dreaded. Only because I was afraid of how it would end. Oliver slid his hand into my hair on either side of my face and deepened the kiss, ravaging my mouth until my head was spinning.
"Lets get out of here, princess." He whispered against my lips.
I nodded minutely. He grabbed my hand and towed me through the people and out the door before I could think clearly.
"Where are we going, Olli?" I asked, my voice sounding strange to my ears.
"Somewhere private." He replied his voice as smooth as butterscotch.
I was soon installed in the passenger seat of his Ferrari and we were speeding through the streets of Metropolis. Soon we pulled up outside the tower building. I felt a nervous tension settle in the pit of my stomach along with my arousal, which hadn't lessened any despite the drive. Partly due to Oliver's long fingers tracing patterns on my thigh while he drove. Some part of me knew that I was probably going to regret this in the morning. But I smothered the tiny voice, wanting to forget what might happen for tonight.