Part 4
For the first few seconds, Chloe couldn't do anything. She wanted to reply, but words were failing her, and hearing him say her name again, this time addressing her, it was too much. She thought she had lost Oliver, but here he was, right in front of her. It seemed crazy, how this night had happened. It was nothing but a chance encounter, a simple set-up that neither of them wanted to attend. But they did, and they had found each other.
So she finally allowed her head to nod slightly and whisper to him, "Ollie."
Oliver stood there, his smile widening slowly. There was still a part of him that thought that it wasn't true, that it wasn't her, but her own hesitation, the way this night played out, there was no other explanation, and there was no way in hell Oliver was running from it anymore.
"It's really you." Pulling her tight against him, he leaned his forehead against the side of her head, breathing her in, as he discovered her scent hadn't changed much. Still the light smell of vanilla exuded from her skin as she wrapped her arms around him, completing the embrace. "All this time... you were in Star City?"
"It's a long story," Chloe said, her face almost pressed against his chest, "As I'm sure yours is too." Backing away slowly, her eyes peered up to meet his. "And I promise to explain everything I can, I owe you that."
Gesturing his head backwards, Oliver said, "My apartment is ten minutes from here."
Grateful that he was willing to listen to her, Chloe's eyes lit up. "Lead the way."
Oliver grabbed her hand again, gladly obliging in this case. They walked their way there, despite his car sitting in the restaurant parking lot, but he could pick it up later. Some things were more important right now. Besides, the walk flew by as he opened the main door to his building, quickly making their way towards the elevator.
It opened right away, so he led Chloe inside, his heart about to burst. But as Oliver looked over to Chloe, he could see how nervous she was, how she was trying to figure out what words she was going to say.
She looked up as the door closed, and knowing she couldn't divulge much in an elevator, Chloe whispered, "I'm sorry."
Oliver smirked slightly at her words, knowing that she meant them, but it wasn't completely her fault. They had so much to figure out, but that could wait until morning. Walking in front of her, Oliver reached out to pull Chloe tight against him, descending his lips on hers hard, relishing the feeling of kissing her again.
Chloe reached up, grasping his neck with her hand and pulling him closer to her. If she didn't know any better, she would say that he had gotten even taller in their time apart. Then again, she hadn't kissed anyone in a long time. She had opened her heart once and seeing Oliver's funeral was enough to know she never would again.
A couple one night stands, sure, but that was just sex, emptiness she felt necessary after losing Oliver for what she thought was for good. After awhile, not even that satisfied her loss, so in a way, Hal was right, she was married to her job. The threats were a part of that, but that pushed her on. To continue doing the only thing that brought her satisfaction in her life, no matter how much it pushed Chloe back into her shell when confronted with the real world.
That wasn't to say she couldn't handle it, quite the opposite, but she didn't let many people in. Hal had been one of her few exceptions, and Chloe could never really explain why, until now. The one person Chloe had brought into her life under her new name would lead her back to the one person Chloe could never forget. The person she loved more than anything.
The elevator ride was short, as Oliver guided her towards his apartment, their hands never leaving each other. This wasn't the place he wanted to take her to, the modest apartment he had learned to call home, but the penthouse where they had shared their first time was no longer an option.
He blindly searched for his keys, leaving her lips just for a second to unlock his apartment door. But after the door opened, Oliver took out the key, throwing it behind him as he brought Chloe inside.
"I have to be honest; I'm probably not going to call you Cora."
His jacket already disposed of, Chloe began working on the buttons of Oliver's shirt, running it down his arms before tossing it aside. "Well, the chances for me calling you Roy are about just as high." Trailing his fingers along the well-defined muscles on his chest, Chloe suddenly pushed Oliver towards the wall.
He was caught a little off-guard, but Chloe followed it up by pressing herself up against him. There was a moment's pause when their gaze met, but Oliver was quick to break it, kissing her lips, and then trailing his lips down the side of her neck, as Chloe arched her body to bring herself closer to him. It didn't even take much, and her legs already felt like jelly, but his strong arms had already found a way around her back, holding her upright.
But that wasn't the only feeling she had, as Chloe could feel that her panties were already soaked through, and her whole body felt like it was on fire. All those days researching, hoping just to see his smile, it took all the hope out of her life for years. Now, now it felt like they hadn't lost a beat, and as he continued to work his lips down her neck, Chloe felt a tear slip from her eye. Her whole life, it felt like the world was playing a cruel joke on her, except for this, except for him.
So she pushed her hips harder against Oliver, not wanting to let go, and based on the groan she heard from him, not to mention the reaction from his cock against her stomach, it was mutual. Manoeuvring her hands to the front of his pants, Chloe made quick work of his belt, feeling the cool clasp hit her baby toe as she dropped it to the floor. But she didn't have a chance to express the slight discomfort it caused her because Oliver took her lips again, turning their bodies so Chloe's back slammed against the wall.
His tongue worked against her lips, begging for Chloe to let him in, and she wasn't one to deny him, so while his tongue worked her mouth, eliciting a moan from Chloe, his fingers worked up to the shoulder strap of her dress.
Oliver felt her breath hitch as a single finger worked from the front to the back of her dress. Releasing each strap, he found the zipper to Chloe's dress, and made quick work of it, pushing it the entire way down. He also undid the clasp of her bra as he moved his fingertips up the smooth skin of her naked back, stopping only when his hands cradled the back of her head.
This whole thing, it still didn't feel real, as Oliver was almost convinced that he'd wake up in the morning, and this would all be a dream. So many days had passed, so many people had passed by, yet out of the millions, she had found her way back to him, and in the end, it was Chloe who reached out, insisting that Oliver stay. Back on the street, when she was still Cora, he was going to wish her goodnight and leave, but she grabbed his arm and held him there. After that, Oliver had no intention of ever letting her go again.
"God I missed you," he whispered, leaning his forehead against hers, closing his eyes as he breathed in.
Following suit, Chloe soon reached up to cup his cheek in her small hand. If he only knew. If he only knew that she was so close to him for so many years, that she had seen him but couldn't reach out and touch him. "I never..." she started, but words were failing her as her emotions were getting the best of her. Tilting her head up slightly, Chloe felt her mouth gape open as they both just stood there in each other's arms. "I've dreamed about this, but I never... I never thought I'd have this again."
"Chloe," Oliver replied, placing a single finger under her chin, tilting it up a little further so that their eyes met. "I am going to be here in the morning. And every possible morning after that."
Chloe teased, "I hope not," noticing the immediate expression of disappointment on his face, which only caused her smirk to grow. "I was rather fond of the idea of you coming back to Star City."
Oliver smiled before bringing his mouth down to hers, his hands working down her curves to begin guiding her to his bedroom. After so long apart, he wanted this to be more than a make-out session against a wall in the entryway.
After all, Chloe wasn't too sure how often her feet were actually touching the floor, as her toes seemed to be the only thing making contact as she backed up. But she was able to keep her balance until the back of her knees came in contact with the bed, causing Chloe to finally open her eyes against as his lips left hers. Yet she quickly found herself frowning as she looked down at Oliver's legs. "I'm sorry," she said, reaching forward to pop open the button of his pants, "but these were supposed to be off... a long time ago."
Holding his hands up, Oliver eyes darkened as he leaned his head further towards her. "I'm not going to stop you."
Smirking back, Chloe's fingers curled on the waist, pulling them down easily before she moved her hands towards the top of Oliver's boxers. But suddenly, she noticed Oliver contradicting his earlier words, as his hands covered hers, so Chloe gave him a curious look.
"I'm not the only one with too many clothes right now," he rationalized as he moved her hands up his body, away from the remaining piece of clothing on his body.
"Not my fault you stopped," Chloe replied, easily shrugging the multiple straps off her shoulders, feeling the material fall to their feet, leaving her half-naked in front of Oliver. She cocked an eyebrow. "Better?"
"C'mere." Oliver leaned down to kiss her, pushing them both onto the bed. Releasing her lips, he had every intention of pleasuring every part of her body, kissing down from her lips again, down to her collarbone, and eventually her bare breasts.
Her breath hitched as he cupped one of her breasts in each hand, squeezing them gently in his grasp. All Chloe could think was that this feeling wasn't possible. That something so simple could make her feel like this. Then again, with Oliver, it never took much, as he always seemed to know which buttons to press.
Initially, Oliver took his time, pleasuring her in ways Chloe couldn't even describe, but soon his hands moved their way down her torso, settling just above her panties, the only clothing Chloe still had on.
"I'm still on the pill," Chloe admitted quickly. It seemed like a weird concept, but Chloe figured that it never hurt to be careful. And even though she knew it wasn't the best of timing, Chloe also knew this would interrupt the moment less than Oliver fishing for a condom.
Oliver smiled at her words, knowing her intentions, so he kept up his progress down underneath the material. His fingertips soon found their way under her clit, which caused Chloe to cry out as his skin subtly met hers. He thought about working his fingers inside of her, but it didn't feel right. It sounded cheesy in his head, but he wanted to give her everything, and he wasn't sure how good her stamina was anymore, not to mention hisown stamina. Being out of the game for a while did that to a guy.
So instead, he slid the material down her body, setting them aside before coming back up to kiss her lips quickly. Chloe caught on, reaching up to begin to take off his boxers, and Oliver took over when it was beyond her reach, not even bothering to look as the material left his hands.
And now it was just them.
The surroundings just faded into the background, as did the years spent apart because they no longer mattered. Their eyes were firmly on each other, and they were content in their situation.
"I don't think I've said this yet, but... I never stopped loving you."
Chloe continued to stare up at Oliver, even after he broke the silence. All his words did was allow her smile to widen. "I know," she replied, more than aware of the numerous acts Oliver did, all because he loved her. "I love you too."
Four simple words, all one syllable each, but that carried more weight in Oliver's mind than anything else she would tell him in the morning. It would be complicated, sure, but they would pull through their unique situation and begin again... together.
So with that admission out of the way, Oliver slid into her slowly, but soon, he noticed how Chloe had maneuvred her legs around him, wanting him to go deeper, so he obliged and even picked up his pace.
She was desperate for him, as pathetic as that sounded. It had been so long since anyone had made her feel alive in this way, wanted in the way Oliver loved her. So despite the slight agony she felt as Oliver thrusted harder, she moved her hips accordingly to accommodate him, wanting the pain, as it beat the alternative.
But Oliver soon caught on, as he felt the tightness from the beginning, but the way Chloe made him feel as he thrusted inside and outside of her blinded him to her reaction for a while. But he caught her reaction as he worked her and soon he felt himself slow down.
"Ollie..." she whined, but he just shook his head at her.
"It's been a while for me too," he insisted, "And I want this to last."
Nodding, Chloe arched her back slightly, as she felt her orgasm come closer by the second. Even with the slower pace, it still blew her mind how good Oliver felt inside of her. Each movement he made, every response she gave him, seemed to bring something out of them, and it wasn't long before Chloe hit her climax, her head tilting back. It strained her neck a little, but she didn't care, nor did she worry about the volume of her voice as she spoke Oliver's name.
That was almost enough for Oliver to follow suit, but he slowed even more, taking pleasure in the euphoric reactions and expressions in Chloe's face as she came for him. Soon enough, he felt him spill into her, then bringing himself down to Chloe, kissing her just barely.
In fact, he was pretty sure only their bottom lips grazed each other, but it was still enough for Chloe to whimper, to want more. "Aim's gotten worse," she teased, despite her laboured breathing.
Oliver would just chuckle at her as he pulled himself out of Chloe, and then moved so that his side made contact in the mattress while still facing her. Hands reaching out to cup her cheeks, Oliver kissed her hard, more than willing to prove that particular comment wrong. Pulling away confidently, he quipped, "Sure about that?"
But Chloe couldn't see his knowing smirk as her eyes were still closed, her breathing shallow as a result. Fluttering her eyes open, she smiled back at Oliver. There were multiple things she could say in response, but she settled on, "What do you think?"
Shuffling towards him, she buried her head against his chest and soon felt Oliver wrap his arms around her body. There were no more words needed after that, just their relaxed, synchronized breathing as the minutes ticked by, the night slowly coming to a close.
Sera's Scribbles: My original plan...well, this was supposed to be it. But my muse got carried away, and my head canon kind of took over. I apologize in advance. I also apologize for the delay, but those who have followed me for awhile know... this stuff... scares the crap out of me. So I'm hoping it turned out.