Epiphanies

Recap: Chloe is a runaway bride from her wedding with Jimmy. She returns to Metropolis days later, resuming her life at the DP, Isis, and as part-time Watchtower, but she's changed. Determined to change her life, and get over a newly discovered unrequited love for Oliver she moves to the city and keeps everyone at a distance- especially Oliver. Slowly Oliver manages to figure the new Chloe out, finding out about her healing ability and everything that comes with it, leading him to figure out he loves her after she "dies" healing him from the gunshot. Davis is following Chloe, absolutely convinced that they should be together, but Chloe is focused on Oliver, especially after he starts waging a campaign to make her notice him as more than a friend. Lana is back in town and reconnects with Clark who still has feelings for Lois. Chloe determines to protect Lois from being the odd man out in that threesome. Oliver plots to protect Chloe from Lex finding out about her ability. Chloe continues to get in trouble, putting herself in danger, and Oliver has a serious problem with it. Tess finds out about Lex implanting her with the camera, leading her to make an offer to Oliver. Chloe has yet another close encounter and a date, both events frazzle Oliver's nerves and he's losing patience with Hal's plan. Davis visits Chloe to tell her he's leaving town for awhile. Chloe sees Oliver with Tess and gets jealous and protective. And when Chloe goes into Suicide Slums despite Oliver's demand that she not, they fight and finally kiss. Chloe struggles to keep Oliver at bay after their kiss, thinking that his actions don't mean anything, and Tess tries to scare Chloe off. Oliver lays his cards on the table (minus the info that he loves Chloe) leaving her to decide their future. Lois continues to meddle (with the best intentions, of course). Chloe asks for more time to work things out, and Oliver agrees to go slow. A trip to Star City reveals the Queens' involvement in Veritas. A mission goes poorly, and Chloe and Oliver are officially dating. Lana goes missing, Lois has a breakup, and Chloe and Oliver make it to the bedroom, but are rudely interrupted.

Chapter 20

Three days later Chloe finds herself tied to another chair in another warehouse, this one out by the airport. She wiggles around, trying to get the bindings to give a little, but the crooks she and Lois had been following knew what they were doing. Plastic zip ties hold each of her wrists and ankles tight enough to the chair to cut off circulation and press painfully into her skin. A blindfold covers her eyes and blinds her to any items she could use to her aid. More worrying was the fact that Lois wasn't in the room with her.

As soon as they'd been discovered on the roof of the warehouse they were currently being held in Lois had claimed that Chloe didn't know anything and the men, who were part of an identity theft ring, took Lois with them after tying Chloe so securely to a chair.

Chloe wiggles again and winces as the hard plastic tie on her wrist pinches the thin skin there. She had already tried calling for Clark but he was still hunting for Lana all over the world, anywhere where Lex had offices or had previously had facilities before Oliver's team destroyed them. Wherever he was now, he was clearly out of range for Chloe's call for help. "Damn, damn, damn," Chloe keeps calm, but is worried for Lois. "Where are you Lo?"

CO-CO-CO

Time passes and the circulation to Chloe's arms and legs cuts off. She tries to squirm around but the more she moves the more the zip ties cut into her skin. They'd left her alone for awhile now and Chloe is beginning to go crazy.

The door bursts open and Chloe struggles to keep from showing her fear. Her heart races as silence once again fills the room. Finally she hears movement as at least one person moves towards her, his or her body heat reaching her as they stand closely over her. The smell of leather and something else indefinable, fill her nose and Chloe breathes a sigh of relief. Oliver.

But as the silence continues, she feels doubt set in. "Who's there?" she calls out, trying to sound unafraid.

Oliver, dressed in his leathers, looks down at her, his inspection already revealing that besides a few bruises and small cuts at her wrists and ankles she appears unhurt. He kneels at her feet cutting the ties binding her ankles.

"Arrow?" she whispers, her voice barely audible.

His face contorts, the fear in her tone triggering his barely repressed rage. He opens his mouth to answer but closes it as Vic's voice in his ear says that all the guards have been neutralized, Impulse has Lois and MPD is en route. "Meet you back at base." Victor says.

Oliver rubs her ankles, his hands running up her calves, squeezing lightly as they ascend.

"Say something," her voice begs, a bit of fear in it. She's 99 percent sure the person freeing her, the person touching her, is Oliver. But that one percent is enough to have her breathing heavily in fear. Whoever it is, is positioned between her legs and considering that she was wearing one of her habitual skirts that day, she's still blindfolded and her hands hadn't been freed, she feels extremely vulnerable.

Oliver's hands tighten on her thighs, his long fingers pressed under the fabric of her khaki linen skirt, giving her a firm squeeze, his thumbs triggering tremors as they press into her inner thighs. He leans in closer to her, the leather rim of his hood brushing her cheek. "We're going to have a talk, Sidekick, real soon, about your inability to follow basic safety protocols."

Her heart that had been pounding with fear as the unknown person's hands trailed up her thighs, flutters for an entirely different reason as his voice fills her ears. The abrupt switch from fear to relief, leaves her feeling weak and lightheaded. His lips descend to hers quickly, a hard press that leaves her feeling even weaker.

"Lois?" Chloe questions, her voice soft and quavering.

"Impulse has her." His words fill her with relief and Chloe feels like a wet noodle.

Oliver leans forward and captures her mouth in another hard kiss, her lips opening under his to allow entrance, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. The kiss is possessive, dominating, full of the emotions he'd been hiding from her for months, now heightened all the more by the fear he'd felt since he'd returned to Metropolis and not been able to find her or Lois and Clark. Chloe gives into him, to the kiss, his passion overtaking all her senses, wiping her brain clear of thoughts beyond wanting more of him. His fingers slide into her hair, the leather of his partial gloves catching on the fine strands, holding her firmly against him. The kiss only lasts seconds, kept short by the need to get out before the cops arrive.

The hand at the back of her head tugs at the knot on the blindfold, and it falls loose letting her see him for the first time since he'd entered the room. "Can you walk?" he questions gruffly, as he finally cuts the ties on her wrists.

She shakes her head. "My legs are asleep." His hands go back to her thighs, kneading the supple flesh until the blood returns, painful needles of sensation marking its flow. Moving down her legs he continues squeezing her muscles, forcing circulation to come back. Her skin heats up, his nearness and position kneeling between her legs triggering a different response in her body as his breath wafts over her neck, scrambling her thoughts, leaving only the curl of desire running through her veins, her stomach twisting with anticipation.

Chloe rubs her own wrists, feeling the smear of dried blood from where the ties had cut her. When feeling returns to her hands she grasps Oliver's biceps, looking at him gratefully. His hands slide back upwards, traveling over her calves, knees, and thighs to cup her bottom, jerking her towards him so her body is pressed against his. Oliver's mouth dips down to press a kiss to her collarbone and Chloe feels her skin heat up, suddenly too warm as she avoiding looking at him, knowing she won't be able to see his eyes, but that he'll be able to read every emotion in her face. "Yeah, OK, I think I'm good now," she squeaks.

Oliver smirks, releasing his hold on her before standing up and extending a hand for her to take, leading her out of the facility quickly.

CO-CO-CO

Oliver takes Chloe back to the Clock Tower, entering through another underground entrance. Chloe hugs him tightly from the back of his green Ducati, as he expertly guides them down into the old steam pipe tunnels that link into his private garage. Parking the bike, he helps her dismount, watching her skirt rise higher as she slides her leg over the seat. His hands settle at her waist to steady her then slip down her curves, squeezing her hips gratuitously, but helping her push her skirt back into a more modest position. Not for the first time that day she wishes she'd worn pants.

Oliver hides the bike in its normal spot, a steel storage locker, and takes firm hold of Chloe's hand as he leads her towards the elevator. He hadn't spoken a word to her since they'd left the airplane hangar.

Inside his private elevator, Chloe turns to him, her tolerance for his domineering actions at an end. "I need to go home, I have to call Lois…"

He pushes in the code for the elevator to begin it's assent, his other hand digging his cell phone out of his suit and hitting a few buttons before he hands it to Chloe. She glares at him, but takes the phone as the call connects and Lois's voice spills out. "That was an exciting lunch, huh, cuz? Vic here says you're not hurt, and I'm fine, so we're all good and I'm going to have an awesome story in tomorrow's paper. Minus Ollie and his band of merry men, of course. Talk to you later. I owe you. Bye!"

The elevator arrives at the top floor and once again Oliver takes Chloe's hand and wordlessly leads her inside. His hand is soft on hers but when she tries to tug herself free he resists, his much stronger and larger hand not giving up its prize. He pulls her straight through the loft to the stairs leading to the upstairs bedrooms. Chloe again tries to free her hand, but is unsuccessful and has to scramble to keep her feet under her as she nearly trips on the first step.

"Oliver…" her tone is more than enough to convey her annoyance.

He twists around to face her, releasing her hand only to wrap a firm arm around her back, practically carrying her up the remaining stairs. Chloe's mouth opens as she huffs in a deep breath, ready to convey her opinion about his current behavior, but loses her nerve as he continues dragging her towards his bedroom. Her stomach tightens and flips over, desire rising up despite her aggravation.

She's too unsettled to argue as he continues through his room to the en suite bathroom. His bathroom is practically as large as her bedroom, but the space feels small as strong emotions continue to roll off Oliver and Chloe becomes hyper aware of his physical presence. He's ten inches taller than her, larger, stronger, and his current silence and forceful actions left her feeling vulnerable again. She vaguely feels like she should apologize, but keeps her mouth shut. He didn't ask her permission before going on missions, she rationalized. She was an independent operator.

He pushes back his hood, a quick flick of his wrist taking the glasses off too. Setting them none too gently down on wide counter, he lifts her up by her hips and settles her onto the cool marble as well.

"What…" her voice sounds weak and jittery, and Chloe takes a deep breath and tries again. "What are you doing?" He doesn't answer her, but she at least has the satisfaction that her voice sounded somewhat normal and not a strangled squeak of desire and uncertainty.

He grabs a box of first aid supplies from a cabinet and begins to clean the small cuts on her wrists. Her face softens at his gentle touch and clear concern, but her words are in direct contrast to her affectionate expression. "You're really starting to piss me off Oliver."

That earns her a disbelieving stare, his dark brown eyes boring into her. A muscle in his jaw ticks, but he maintains his silence. Rubbing some antiseptic ointment onto wrists he steps back to hook a hand under her knee, lifting leg up. Oliver props her foot onto his green leather clad thigh, slipping her shoe off then seeing to the small cuts and abraded skin on that ankle. As he repeats the procedure for her other ankle, Chloe forces herself to be quiet.

Satisfied that her small wounds are tended too, Oliver captures her face between both his hands and leans in for a kiss. His lips sweep over hers, expecting no resistance and finding none as her mouth opens to him. His tongue dips into the warm cavern of her mouth, tantalizing her. There is no finesse in the kiss, no demonstration of his skill, only desire, possession, and demand. Chloe doesn't surrender to him, her tongue dueling with his as her hands grasp onto his wrists for support. She's not able to press her body to his in their current position with his arms holding her in place, but the only thought in her head is her need to be closer to him. She moans low in her throat, not caring about control or who has it any longer, only wanting him to touch her, but his hands remain on her face, keeping her captive for the kiss which seems never ending.

Rationally Chloe knows she can breath, even with his mouth attached to hers, but functionally she can't seem to get enough air into her lungs. Her whole body is lit up with desire, heat pouring off her as she again tries to edge closer to him one of her feet wrapping around his thigh.

Oliver breaks the kiss, giving her a look full of strong emotion, before he releases her and strides out of the room. Uncertainly and doubt fills Chloe as he leaves her perched on his bathroom counter. Her muddled brain can barely process a complete thought, each more chaotic and insecure than the last. Why did he stop? Where did he go? Was he angry with her? Did he want her to leave?

Chloe walks slowly to the doorway, not seeing him in the large Spartan space of his bedroom. She steps out of the doorway, her face reflecting her feelings of vulnerability. Oliver emerges from his closet, completely naked and marches straight to her. Chloe's eyes widen as she takes in his appearance: golden skin, rippling muscles, the beginnings of an erection and a tense expression screaming that he was barely in control of his emotions.

One long arm wraps around her back, jerking her against him and Chloe scrambles to shift gears, relief and anticipation pushing away any uncertainty she'd had. Her hands grip his shoulders, holding him close as he buries his face in her neck. He kisses a path down to her collarbone, pausing there to slide his tongue over the delicate jut of bone, before continuing his descent. His mouth travels along the upper curves of her breasts before growing frustrated with her shirt blocking his progress. He releases her only long enough to yank her thin black sweater over her head, groaning when he finds another layer underneath it. He growls low in his throat as his hands slide up the silky camisole to skim over her breasts before dropping back to her waist to lift the second shirt free of her body.

Chloe barely has time to lower his arms before Oliver is pushing her bra off her shoulders, his quick hands already having undone the clasp. Wrapping his arms tightly around her he dips his head down to capture her mouth, his tongue parting her soft lips. Her bare breasts press against his firmly muscled chest, the hardened tips points of intense sensation as she shifts against him, wrapping her arms around his neck, one of her hands sliding into his crisp blonde hair.

He loosens his hold on her but keeps her lips engaged with his, one hand rising to test the weight of her full breast, his thumb tracing agonizingly slow circles around the dusky pink nub. Chloe gasps and arches her back, pressing her breast more fully into his hand, wanting more. She gasps in much needed air as his torturous mouth moves down, kissing a path along the column of her neck. His erection is pressing against her stomach and her own arousal is demanding that they hurry up. Trying to convey that thought to him, she cups his hard length with one soft hand, giving him a teasing squeeze.

Oliver's mouth has almost reached her breast, when her touch freezes him in place. She slides her hand up and down his smooth shaft a few times, smiling with satisfaction at the look of intense pleasure on his face. "Ollie," her voice manages to be both soft and demanding at the same time.

His gaze sharpens, focusing on her face and she smiles as he kisses her again, but her lips quickly turn down into a pout as he tugs her hands away from his body, raising them high above her head, pressing her back against the wall. Chloe breaths rapidly, the coolness of the wall in stark contrast to the heat of her skin. Transferring both her hands into one of his, he looks down the taut curve of her body as the forced position stretches her before him. Her breasts are raised high on her chest wall, her skirt pushed part way up softly parted legs.

His hand skims over the curve of her waist and hip, as his mouth moves directly to capture one nipple, flicking his tongue over the hardened tip, causing Chloe to shudder and let loose a primitive moan from deep in her chest. She winds one of her legs around his thigh, needing more contact, more of him. "Ollie please…" she begs.

He shifts to her other breast, suckling at the silky soft mound, the pressure both pleasure and punishment for Chloe as her arousal claws at her demanding so much more, while Oliver's hold on her didn't allow her much freedom to achieve that. She angles her hips against him, rubbing her center over his thigh, trying to create some friction where she needs it. "Please…" she says again, the word spilling out unconsciously.

Oliver hears her and finally reacts, releasing his hold on her, both his hands move to her hips. One hand slides under her skirt, slipping up her thigh to cup her butt and lift her against him, pressing his erection directly against her soft center. Oliver groans at the moisture he can feel there, dampening her panties, but he doesn't release her breast, the vibration adding another level of sensation to Chloe's already overloaded nerve endings.

He thrusts his hips against her as his teeth drag over her nipple and Chloe moans again her hands finding purchase on his shoulders as she arches and grinds her body against him. "Oh God, please Ollie. More…" She feels like she's run a full marathon already, sweat coating her body as her lungs labor for each breath, but she's still so far from the finish line her desperation blots out every other thought.

She rocks her hips against him again, as hard as she can using the leverage that her legs give her from their position wrapped firmly around his hips. The friction she is able to achieve as her breasts rub over his chest and her hips bump between him and the wall behind her as his larger form holds her aloft causes her to let loose a series of small whimpers. Oliver's hands move to the small of her back, taking control of her hips and pressing her rhythmically against him at the exact right angle to make her moan again as his hardness presses firmly against her clit. Oliver smirks, finally releasing her breast from his amorous mouth.

Oliver looks at Chloe, taking in her peaked breasts, flushed skin, and hazy eyes, knowing she was ready and he was pushing the limits of his control. He pops the enclosure on her skirt and slips the zipper down. His hands push at her thighs, setting her back on her feet. Wasting no time she pushes her skirt down her hips and Oliver's hands follow, slipping a small pair of cream lace panties down her legs as well. Standing back up, Oliver lifts her with one hand behind her knees and the other behind her back. Chloe smiles at him tremulously as he carries her to his bed. Now that the moment was finally there, she felt the anxiety of their first time wash over her. Oliver lays her down on the bed gently, sitting beside her to brush his hand over her cheek, then continuing down her body. His light touch skims down her neck then over her breast, only pausing briefly to flick her nipple between his thumb and index finger. Chloe's muscles quiver under his touch as he trails a hand down her torso.

Chloe struggles to breath, thinking that maybe she'd be a bit less anxious if he'd say something, anything, but he hadn't spoken a word since he'd led her out of the warehouse. His hand was heading to an obvious conclusion, and Chloe parted her legs slightly in anticipation of his touch, but his hand flattens and rests on her lower abdomen, his eyes rising back up her prone body to meet hers. "So beautiful." He shakes his head, clearly holding back other words. Looking into the soft green of her eyes, he sees her uneasiness. "So fucking beautiful and you don't even know it."

He shifts to lie next to her, kissing her gently again and again as his hand finally slips between her legs, finding her wet arousal as his fingers move between her moist folds easily. Chloe's hands grip at his shoulder and neck firmly, grounding herself in him as intense waves of pleasure shoot though her as his deft fingers find and circle her clit. "God Ollie, please, I need…"

He cuts her off with another kiss, his tongue slipping between her lips briefly. "I know baby." Finally one of his fingers slips inside of her and Chloe's hips arch off the bed as a strangled gasp rips free from her mouth. "Jesus, Chloe, you're so tight," Oliver says in wonder. His finger moves in and out of her easily, aided by her intense arousal, and her inner muscles squeeze him lightly with each stroke. Eager himself, Oliver slips another finger into her stretching her lightly, enjoying the sounds of her soft moans of pleasure and whispered words of demand. He doubts she even knows that she's saying anything, her eyes screwed shut tightly as her head thrashes side to side on his pillow.

"Now, Ollie, please…I need you," she cries as she writhes under his touch. Oliver feels his body respond urgently to her declaration, wanting nothing more than to find the satisfaction he knew would come from burying himself in her body. Not wanting to hurt her at all, he slips a third finger into her, stretching her further. His muscles clench and his breathing is ragged as Chloe moans again, the sound tearing through the remaining bits of his self control. "Jesus Chloe, you're killing me," he groans.

With one last flick of his thumb over her clit, Oliver slips his fingers from her body and reaches for his nightstand drawer. Chloe's hand slides down his arm, not stopping him, but making him pause. "I'm on birth control if you…" she breaks off, her words having to fight for space with her labored breaths. "If you think…"

Oliver cuts her off with a hard kiss, positioning his body over hers, her legs widening easily to allow him to lie comfortably over her. Despite the driving urgency churning through his veins, Oliver pauses, his hand cupping her cheek softly. His thumb traces over her cheek bone, then across her lips. A thousand new nerve endings light up and Chloe is filled with desire and affection, her love for Oliver shining out of her eyes. Chloe's tongue slips out to swipe across his thumb as it drags her lower lip down.

Chloe's hands slid down his chest, feeling the play of muscles under her palms. She hitches her legs higher around his hips, one small hand grasping his hard length and positioning him at her entrance. She smiles at him, arching up to kiss him as he shifts his weight. "Oliver."

"Chloe." His eyes hold hers as he finally presses into her wet heat.

Chloe's mouth opens in a silent "oh" as her inner muscles flex and contract around him, struggling to adjust to his size. Arching her hips higher against him, he slides in farther and Chloe feels flash of discomfort. Chloe had only ever been with Jimmy, and their sex life had been satisfactory at best. Chloe didn't have enough experience to know if Oliver was above average in size, but he was certainly larger than Jimmy had been. She takes in a deep breath and releases it, forcing her body to relax.

Oliver pulls back and Chloe shakes with pleasure at the sensation. She smiles at him again, answering his tensely questioning look. When he slides back in she adjusts her legs around his waist, finding a more comfortable position. He presses a bit farther into her with each pass, until he is sheathed to the hilt inside her body. Oliver finally breaks eye contact with her, dipping his head down to kiss her deeply as his hips begin to thrust in earnest.

Her small whimpers fill his ears, causing him to thrust harder. "God Chloe. So good."

"Yeah."

His mouth moves from her lips to her throat to her breast then back to her mouth again as his hips keep up a steady rhythm. Chloe meets him thrust for thrust, her hands sliding from his neck over his shoulders to squeeze his biceps. Her orgasm hits her suddenly, all the tension from the moment Oliver had found her tied to a chair earlier that afternoon exploding in waves of pleasure.

Her body clamps down tightly on his, forcing a grunt of pleasure from him, joining her raspy cries of pleasure. Oliver stops, waiting of for her muscles to ease around him. Feeling her body go lax beneath him, Oliver claims her mouth in another messy kiss. He hikes her leg higher around his hip, and resumes thrusting. He picks up speed and force, driving his hips up into hers. Chloe refocuses on him with hazy eyes, still feeling the effects of her climax, sustained by his continued movements. She arches against him, feeling the tension begin to pool and build again.

"Ollie, don't stop. Please…" she pleads when she's coasting along the edge of her second orgasm.

"Come, Chloe. Come for me," he demands. Chloe clings to him, and cries out as his hand delves between their joined bodies to press insistently against her clit. It's all she needs to slip over the edge again, this time Oliver follows her, his grunt melding with her cry as both their bodies shudder with pleasure.

Oliver collapses down onto her, allowing himself a minute to rest there, pressed tightly against her before he rolls to the side, knowing he was too heavy to lie on her for long. Slipping his arm under her back, he tugs her boneless body into his side. As their breathing levels out, Oliver's hand coasts from her neck down to her bottom, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake. Chloe wiggles into a more comfortable position against him, slinging one leg over his body.

The only thing she can think to say is 'I love you.' But since she's not ready to say it, she keeps quiet, placing one hand over his heart, feeling from the steady thumping that his heart rate had already fallen back to normal, while hers was definitely still elevated. Oliver's hand sweeps down her back again to settle over her curved bottom, squeezing softly, his fingers trailing over the crease where her bottom met her thigh.

Chloe jumps and giggles involuntarily. "Ticklish?" Oliver asks thickly.

Chloe tilts her head to see his face, her smile beaming light into his soul. "I guess."

He tickles her again and she shrieks and slaps her hand on his chest. Oliver captures her hand in his raising it to his mouth for a kiss then settling their joined hands back on his chest. "I think we can consider that a confirmation."

She grins and shakes her head at him. His eyes darken and he tugs her more firmly against him kissing her lightly.

"You scared me," he says softly as his lips skim over her cheek.

"I'm sorry."

He nods, his eyes still dark with shadows his expression utterly serious, accepting her words. "I'm glad you're OK, but we do need to work on you following some security protocols."

"Oliver, it was Lois's story, I didn't even know-"

He cuts her off with a hard, brief kiss. "I believe that. But you knew once you and Lois got to the airport. And you knew when you were creeping along the edge of the warehouse. Or were you on the roof? You knew then. And you know that Lois's plans have a way of blowing up in her face."

"But…"

"If Victor hadn't been able to hack into your cell phone carrier and use the GPS to track you… If the guys who tied you to a chair in a warehouse hangar that no one would have known to look for you in had been smart enough to turn off your phone… If we'd been even five minutes later, you and Lois could have been killed."

Chloe feels emotion rise up to choke her. "Oliver it's part of my job."

"Investigating is part of your job. Finding the truth is part of your job. Creeping along dark alleys and following leads that take you to isolated locations with guys with guys, is NOT part of your job," he argues.

Chloe tries to pull back from him, feeling tension replace the relaxed state their lovemaking had left her in. Oliver resists her attempt easily, pulling her back into his side, then rolling over and taking her with him so she is trapped underneath him. She pushes at his shoulders ineffectively, a look of extreme ire on her face. "I'm getting tired of your imitation of a caveman," Chloe glowers at him.

"Imagine how tired I am of the constant worrying. And this isn't caveman. This is me making sure you stay still long enough for us to have this conversation. Caveman would be hiring a bodyguard to follow you, or hiding GPS trackers in all your stuff so I can always find you when you get yourself into another stupid situation."

She opens her mouth again, but Oliver keeps going. "No one on my team goes anywhere without someone else knowing. You're a part of the team. And maybe I've been remiss in letting you slide on this issue, but that time has passed."

Chloe's mouth falls open. "I can't believe you're pulling the boss card right now." She gestures to their naked bodies and messed up bedding around them.

"Maybe not the best timing, but I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, Chloe. I don't think you realize how much…" I love you, "how much you mean to me. To all of us. Think about that. Think about how Lois or Bart would feel if you got seriously hurt. Think about how I would feel." He can see from the flickering emotion on her face that his words are getting through to her. "Every time I go on patrol, I have a GPS tracker on me. You know that."

"You want me to just sit behind a desk…" she says defensively.

"You know that's not what I'm saying Chloe. At least I hope you know that." He looks hurt and Chloe feels her heart clench.

"I…I'm not going to apologize again. But maybe, maybe I could be smarter about some things."

Oliver waits and realizes that that is all the concession he's going to get from her. He arches one eyebrow at her, annoyance and affection warring on his face. He leans down and kisses her, his mouth exploring hers with intoxicating thoroughness.

Chloe wraps her arms around his neck, keeping him in place. She squirms against him as his hand finds her breast again, his fingers toying with her sensitive nipple. She can feel his shaft hardening between her legs and grinds her hips against him. When he releases her mouth she smiles and kisses a path along his neck to his ear, biting his earlobe lightly and whispering to him. "Are we done fighting now? Have we moved onto the make up?"

He slides down her body to press open mouthed kisses to her breasts. "Does that answer your question?"

AN-

This was a really long smut scene. And it took forever to write. Also writing it with Oliver mostly silent was interesting. Not sure this feels like a real chapter to me, but I'm posting it anyway…

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