Rating: M
Summary: Their relationship was a bit complicated... Fate has a sense of humor.

Five Times Series

"Five Times Chloe and Oliver were interrupted"

I

The last thing they expected was to walk in on that. Lois and Clark had been hot on the trail of a big story and wanted to share their findings with Chloe, who always seemed to pick it all apart in seconds flat and figure out the deepest, darkest truth before either of them could. But when they entered her office without knocking or any sign of forewarning, they walked in on a naked from the waist up Chloe as she sat, her back to them, lower half currently sitting on Oliver who was gripping her hips tightly, his face buried tight against her chest. The way her hips were gyrating and how she was lifting and falling, it was obvious what was happening.

Lois' eyes widened as she stared at Oliver's mouth surrounding her little cousin's breast. She let out a loud noise from her throat to alert them, screaming silently at her hands to raise and cover her eyes.

Instead they lifted and slapped Clark on the chest with a folder. "Quit staring at my cousin, Smallville!" she practically screamed.

"I wasn't!" he replied, eyes turned off and cheeks flushed.

Chloe turned her head over her shoulder and lifted her brow. "Uh, knocking is good," she told them.

"Definitely something we'll remember in future," Lois said with an awkward laugh as she started backing out of the office. She stopped and glared at Clark who hadn't moved. Reaching out, she grabbed the sleeve of his coat and tugged him back with her.

"Oh, sorry, I- I didn't mean to..." He trailed off uncomfortably. "We just had this story and- and we thought..."

"Not the time, Smallville. Can't you say she's getting her freak on with Oliver?" she asked, shaking her head.

"Lois!" He shook his head, frowning at her.

"What?" She put her hands on her hips, standing in the middle of the doorway.

"Uh guys?" Chloe said, drawing their attention back to her.

Oliver was leaned back against the chair, a hand pressed against his forehead as he sat in strained discomfort. "She'll call you later. Shut the door!" he ordered.

"Right, uh sorry," Lois said, stumbling backwards, only to have Clark right her. "I can do it myself. I've been walking all on my own for twenty years!" she told him, glaring.

"Could've fooled me," he replied, rolling his eyes.

She turned back to smile apologetically at the couple, only to find that they'd given up on waiting and were back to their previous activities. Oliver's hands were sliding up Chloe's back, drawing her body closer to him, just as Lois shut the door and shook her head. "Damn," she whispered.

Clark lifted a brow at her.

"What?" She shrugged. "I'm just saying... They're kind of hot together, hey?"

He sighed, shaking his head.

"You ever do it in a chair, Smallville?"

He choked on air.

II

The old saying, "My eyes! Oh, my eyes!" came to mind as Lex Luthor stepped into his private office at the benefit he was currently holding for some charity or the other. He was never one for visual shock, but his mouth gaped at the sight of the couple currently using his bookshelf as a brace for their intimate activities. At first, he was too shocked that anybody could actually disrespect him that he didn't check to see who it was, but as his eyes fell on their faces, mouths so closely pressed together it made deciphering their identities almost impossible, he realized it was no other than two of the most annoying banes of his existence. He'd heard they were together, but this wasn't how he expected to find the proof toward such gossip.

Queen's hand was slipped beneath the slit of Sullivan's green gown, riding high on her hip now, revealing creamy thigh and a long, toned leg that wrapped around Oliver's hip. His hand was obviously caressing the round curve of Chloe's barely clad butt, fingers slipping beneath the satin of her panties. Lex swallowed tightly, his brows raising high on his forehead. He should stop the spectacle; he really should. But his voice failed him and he gave into his inner voyeur calling for him to just watch a little more. He'd blame it on shock later.

She really was beautiful; he'd always known. But seeing her so responsive to Queen's touch aroused something. Her head fell back, eyes shut tightly and Oliver took advantage to kiss the long, sweet column of her neck. He tenderly lapped at her skin, kissing a path up and around her chin before nipping her lips. She wasn't another of his many former girlfriends, Lex could tell that right away. While Chloe's eyes were still shut, Oliver's were open and gazing down at the beautiful blonde with nothing less than unadulterated love.

Lex cleared his throat; he'd had enough. The last thing he wanted to see was Oliver Queen falling in love with the pesky reporter he held in his arms. "Last I checked, this wasn't a hotel."

Oliver broke apart from Chloe, turning a smirk toward his former classmate. "Our apologies, Lex. After that... stimulating speech you made, we had to get away to... wake up." He furrowed his brows mockingly. "Could've sworn we took that public speaking class together. There was a whole section based on how to keep the crowd awake and interested."

Chloe slapped his chest playfully and he let her leg down so she was standing upright. "Not everybody can have your skills of charm," she teased, smiling up at him warmly.

He grinned at her before turning back to Lex. "I've no doubt you've met my girlfriend," Oliver said, glancing at Chloe who held his hand beside him, readjusting her dress and forcing a stiff smile in Lex's direction.

"Once or twice," she replied sardonically.

"Yes and I've just seen more of her than I ever wanted to," Lex said scathingly. "Going through the whole family, Queen? I believe Lois had a sister."

Oliver's smile didn't slip in the least. "So quick to judge. You of all people shouldn't be throwing stones in a glass house." He lifted Chloe's hand and kissed the back of it. "We should return to the festivities. Who knows what they're doing out there without your fascinating personality to entertain them." He walked past; Chloe nodded her farewell, looking ready to laugh at any moment.

As soon as Oliver left, Lex searched the room for something to throw. Ever since he was a child, he'd hated Oliver Queen with a passion and it only heightened over the years. He never ceased to get one over him and it only opened the wound further. The fact that Queen and Sullivan were now together only turned his gut. They were bound to make his life miserable for the next however long they'd be together. He found himself souring at the thought that he had another gala to go to the following week.

He needed a drink.

III

AC and Victor rolled their eyes toward each other, shaking their heads as they came upon the couple who couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other for longer than five minutes. In the beginning, they'd been all for them. It was obvious that Oliver had deep feelings for Chloe. But now, they just wanted them to get a room and stop with the public displays of affection. They were currently using the workout room as their own private make out spot. Sweaty from what they hoped was just exercising, they were sprawled out across the wrestling mats, Chloe's arms pinned down beneath Oliver's large hands as he kissed down her neck and across her collar.

Despite dating for over a year already, they weren't slowing in the show of affection department. A couple months prior, while celebrating their one year, though they had to go to an important gala, the Inquisitor hadn't wasted time in catching them off and enjoying some time alone on the balcony. Front page news, easily. Just the other week, they'd used the elevator for their private indulgence, getting caught up with each other while raising to their apartment only to have it return to the ground floor and then go back up at least six or seven times. It wasn't until the doorman told them that the people walking by on the street could see them that they took it back to the apartment.

Chloe's shirt was pushed up her waist to just beneath her breasts while Oliver was scarce of a shirt entirely. Their fingers lay entwined on the mat beneath them, held high above her head. Since AC and Victor were there to inform the couple of their findings about a certain bald billionaire and another of his warehouses, they couldn't just turn around and leave like they often did. Victor cleared his throat, hoping they'd acknowledge him and separate. Instead, they seemed not to hear at all. Oliver's nose nudged Chloe's workout shirt to the side, his mouth caressing down the pale flesh shown.

Chloe had thankfully been their Watchtower for years and while both boys had strong affection for her, neither of them wanted to see anything that could be revealed if they didn't start speaking up.

"Whoa! Boss, man, hit the pause button!" AC exclaimed, turning his face away.

Chloe's head turned abruptly the side, her eyes opening widely. "Uh, hey," she greeted, voice wobbly and thick.

Oliver rested his head, face down against her chest and laughed. "Tell me this is incredibly important," he said, voice muffled.

Chloe's arm detangled from his, her hand raising to run through his hair absently. "Ignore him."

"If you kept it the bedroom, this would happen less often," Victor informed them with a smirk.

"Where's the fun in that?" Chloe asked with a lifted brow.

Oliver turned his head to look up at them. "What have you got?"

Victor and AC glanced at each other. They'd been expecting them to separate and possibly move to the other room.

"Trust me, it's less embarrassing if stays where he is," Chloe told them, smiling.

Dawning feel and the two men flushed.

AC cleared his throat, eyes turning upward. "Well, as usual, you were right, there's another one..."

He had a feeling he'd never look at either of them quite the same again.

IV

Chloe was in heaven. She should probably be more alert to her surroundings but she was far too distracted by Oliver's mouth which was currently creating the most incredibly feelings between her thighs. His rough hands held her hips, calloused thumbs grazing her skin randomly, sending a shiver up her back. Her knees were parted widely, toes curling against the picnic blanket beneath her. They'd arrived back at Star City only the day before and were currently enjoying some alone time in the backyard, beneath the shade of a large tree. Lunch had been long forgotten in place of Oliver's wandering hands and attentive mouth. Before she knew it, she was laid out across the red and white checkered blanket, underwear lying in the grass, skirt pushed up to her waist and shirt parted. She could feel the cool breeze whisper over her bare stomach, cool and refreshing against the heat coursing through her body.

He was a magician, she decided. His tongue worked miraculous circles, his lips were smooth and warm, his teeth grazed her just right; he was working so much magic on her heat, she was questioning whether she was even alive any more. Death from incredibly orgasm... After all she'd faced, it was one hell of a way to go out. She wasn't complaining.

Her heels dug into the ground beneath her as his tongue flicked her clit and she moaned from deep on her throat. Her hands clenched the blanket, nearly tearing it before she forced them away. She spread her fingers out over her stomach, as if trying to force herself not to combust right there. Her eyes fell shut, head tipping back, neck straining, as she bit her lip painfully. She could feel him everywhere. In the buzz of her fingertips and the clenching of her thighs. Even her hair seemed to know of the pleasure he was generating.

Nobody had ever made her feel like this; this intense pleasure, this incredible burst of love, this naughty need to be with him, whenever, wherever. She couldn't escape it and she wasn't sure she wanted to. It just felt so right when she was with him. As if all of her life, she'd been searching for that one person and now that she found him, she could't imagine anybody else. She couldn't fathom anyone else's tongue swirling aroudn her as his was, or his teeth grazing her folds, her clit, her entire damp center like he was. And more to the point, she couldn't imagine anybody simply holding her like he did. With all of himself; strong arms and broad chest and cheek against her hair. When he held her, he really held her. Tight and warm and comforting; protective even, but not like Clark's had been. There was more with Oliver than there'd ever been with Clark and she knew that now.

Clark wouldn't be able to evoke the same feelings. Nobody would. Nobody's lips felt like his; nor did their hands or tongues or any part of their bodies. They couldn't make her feel utterly loved and satisfied and complete just by looking at her, not like Oliver could. He took it further, made her feel ten times that with just the brush of his fingers against her shoulder. So having him as he was now, face lying between between her thighs, tongue licking her from top to bottom, inside and out, it was like flying high on a wind of pure ecstasy.

She never wanted it to end, but all the same, she knew as soon as he was done making her squirm and jerk and spasm from head to toe, he was going to be inside of her; long and hard and thick as he thrust deep into her wanting heat. And that was all the more incredible. She'd never known pleasure like she did when she made love to Oliver. The few men before him were incredibly clumsy and lacking in the knowledge to satisfy her like she needed. But Oliver knew exactly where to touch her and how to make her scream and pant and beg for more. And just as quickly, she'd learned the same about him. There was nobody in the universe, she knew better than him; phyically, emotionally or otherwise. And she relished every second of it.

One of his hands slid from her waist and she was already panting in anticipation. She felt his fingertips skim her folds before one of them thrust inside of her, alongside his lapping tongue. She jerked, letting out a pleasured moan as he inserted a second and just before his third digit filled her entirely, she heard a throat clear and her eyes flew open in shock.

"A-Andrew," she sputtered, so shocked she didn't even think to cover herself.

He wouldn't look at her, in fact his face was directed upward as if he were admiring the tree, but his red face gave him away. "Hello Miss. Sullivan," he greeted, clearing his throat. "So sorry to interrupt, but there's an urgent call for your, Mr. Queen. From a certain Mr. Wayne of Gotham City." He shifted awkwardly on his feet. "He said to get you immediately, no matter what your... er... current position was."

Chloe felt her body flush from head to toe, in embarrassment now rather than incredible pleasure. She could still feel the needy ache between her legs, begging to be sated but she knew the importance of this call. She shifted, lifting up so she was sitting and pushed her skirt down. "Right," she muttered, pushing her hair back behind her ears. She looked down at Oliver who had rolled onto his back, a hand covering his face. Without looking at her, he pointed to the side and she spotted her underwear. She stood up on shaky legs and wobbled over, grabbing them up quickly before turning back to see Andrew standing awkwardly, looking anywhere but at her.

"We'll be right in," she told him, thankful her voice didn't shake.

He nodded quickly before turning and practically running back toward the house. She seriously felt sorry for him. He'd only been working for Oliver the last couple months and that probably wasn't what he expected to walk in on. He was eager and smart and probably going to quit now.

"This is all your fault," she muttered, frowning at Oliver as he laid on the blanket, hand still covering his face.

He laughed. "My fault?" He shook his head. "You're the one who wore the skirt," he said, as if it explained everything.

"How is that even an excuse?" she asked, laughter filling her voice.

He lifted his hand, smoldering eyes meeting hers and making her insides squirm. That ache was throbbing again, more persistent now. "I can barely restrain myself as it is, but with you wearing a skirt, all it does is remind me how much easier it would be to just..." She shivered, eyes falling to half mass at the many possibilities.

She found herself walking closer, almost out of her control. And then she was standing right next to him and his hand was sliding up her calf, fingers stroking her. She felt her knees wobble, ready to give out. He sat up, hand rising further up her leg, skimming the back of her knee. He rose up to his knees, both of his hands now cupping the back of her thighs and she wondered if she'd actually fall without that support there. He rested his face against her stomach and her hands fell, threading in his hair.

They both knew he'd have to leave in a few seconds, back to work, but she relished in these moments. Where it was just him and her, just Oliver and Chloe. They probably shouldn't be enjoying each other in broad daylight, in the not-entirely-secluded area of his backyard, but sometimes they couldn't help it. She felt his thumbs trace her skin lightly, tenderly. She didn't want to help it.

V

After the run he'd just made across the world for a few important documents Oliver needed, Bart was seriously in need of some food. He was running on hot dogs and chips and that never filled him up quite as much as needed. So without even thinking it through, he dropped the folders on Watchtower's desk and made his way toward the kitchen, hands rubbing together in anticipation. He was already thinking of all the goodies packed away in the confines of Oliver and Chloe's giant fridge, ready for him to make up some elaborate meal that only he would eat. But as he entered the kitchen, his eyes landed on something else entirely.

He'd forgotten they were in town; wasn't expecting them until later. But there they were, completely unknowing of him standing wide eyed in the kitchen doorway. Wearing nothing but a bra and a skirt hiked up her toned thighs, Chloe was leaned back on the kitchen counter, head against the cupboard, arms wrapped around Oliver who was stripped down to a pair of open dress pants, his belt loosened and the zipper down. Oliver was attentively lavishing Chloe's chest, shoulders, and neck with his mouth as his hands roamed up and down her sides, fingers stroking her ribs. The straps of her bra had fallen down her arms, the cups holding her breasts precariously loose, ready to fall at any sudden movement and the rub of Oliver's chest against them wasn't helping.

Bart's throat went dry and alarms went off in his head, but he was too shocked to move. He'd never seen Chloelicious in such a state of undress and well... honestly, he'd known she was beautiful but this was just... Damn it! He should've tried harder! Less cheesy lines and more... whatever it was Oliver did. He snorted, loudly, which made the couple against the counters take notice. Probably a good thing given Chloe's hands were pushing Oliver's pants lower and things were about to get real naked, real quick. Not that he'd mind if Chloe lost the bra and lifted that skirt a little higher, but he wasn't much of a voyeur and seeing Oliver undressed was just... gross.

"Bart!" Chloe shouted, her face a mixture of shock and embarrassment.

He couldn't help it. "Love it when you scream my name, Chloelicious," he replied, smirking. "But not in front of the bossman..." He shook his head. "He's liable to kill me."

She glared at him witheringly and he lifted a shoulder, grinning widely.

"Get. Out." Oliver told him, frowning darkly.

Bart lifted his hands in surrender, he knew what it was like to be right there and ready to go with one very fine mamacita only to have to put the brakes on it. Usually because the JL needed him. This could be averted though and so he backed up out of the room, still grinning, eyes wandering over to Chloe only because well, hell, who wouldn't look? He would've laughed at the strain on Oliver's face if he didn't know he'd probably kill him... if he could catch him, that is. Just as he was about to turn the corner, he couldn't resist shouting out, "Dude, this is gonna be a great story for the guys!"

He sped up before he could hear Chloe chastise him, laughing to himself. Now the guys couldn't say he was the only one out of the group who hadn't walked in on some serious Chloe/Oliver action! He'd officially made the ranks of the "Whoops - didn't need to see that!" group. Way to go him; he was gonna celebrate with a big lunch, courtesy of Oliver's gold card.

Author's Note: Been awhile since I updated this, I know. I had it partly done but then got sidetracked, so here it is. Finally. Hope you liked it! Reviews are sustenance, readers! Luv yas - Fina!