Oh yes… Oliver bought a DVD to cheer up Chloe…

We've already cleared up the fact that it is not porn. So now all we need is a good movie atmosphere.

Dim the lights and crack out the popcorn readers.

Chapter Twenty Five; Tongue Twist

"So. When are you going to tell me what's in the bag?" Chloe asked, walking from the elevator, eyes on Oliver. Her shoes were the first thing off; they had been rubbing her all night. Bad idea to wear new shoes for a dancing date.

"All in due time." He spun and took her hand leading her to the stairs. "Right now however, we need a shower."

"We won't be saving any polar bears this time will we?" she guessed.

"We can still save the polar bears Chloe, the penguins as well."

"Really? Because I highly doubt they'll appreciate our super duper long shower when their environment melts."

"Hmmm. Well, I suppose I can keep my hands to myself for this shower. If that's what you want." He winked slyly.

"You're not capable of that Oliver."

"I smell another bet." He grinned and shucked his jacket as he pushed open the door to the bedroom. The DVD bag slid onto the bed. Chloe immediately reached out for it. Ollie took her hands as his and wrapped them around her.

"Fine. I bet you can't keep our shower free of sexual activity." she spoke, feeling a rush of winning already over her.

"Define sexual activity." His thumb grazed her cheek and explored further, resting in her cleavage.

"No touching. Here." She took his hands to her breasts. "Or here." She dropped his hands to her ass then rounded them to her front, feeling the start of a blood rush to her sex accompanies by sparks, tingles and pure electricity stirring from an all devouring lust. "Or here." She finished, his hands on himself, cupping through his trousers.

"And when I win. What do I get?"

"What do you want?" she purred, her tongue across her lips, tasting the berry gloss. It was a childish desire to have her lips smell like berries but the colour was fabulous and she had nothing but good memories associated with the scent. She couldn't say that for a lot of other things.

"Hmmm. Let's see. What do you want?"

"When you lose you agree to teach me to fight, regardless of any injuries I may sustain."

"You sure you need that after today?" he replied cockily. She rolled her eyes. "Fine. I accept. I disapprove, but I accept. In return for being a good boy I want you to let Emil remove Brainiac." Her smile dropped and she broke his hold.

"Oliver, we agreed you'd drop that."

"As we agreed you wouldn't ask me again."

"I said I wouldn't ask you for a while, not never again."

"Change your condition and I'll change mine." he proposed. She sighed.

"Fine." She huffed and paused. What else did she want from Oliver? She had everything she could ever want. But then again, billionaires had lots of things they didn't want or need. And Oliver's car is very shiny, and she was like a magpie when it came to shiny things. Besides, it did drive quite nice.

She slithered back up to him, her lips at his ear. "I want your car." she whispered and took his lobe between her teeth.

"My car?"

"Your car." she repeated.

"Why?"

"Does it matter?"

"No. You're right. It doesn't matter. If you wanted a car though, I could always buy you-"

"Oliver. I want your car." she corrected. " Are you scared you'll lose your precious baby?" He grinned and spun her so his fingers were on her back, undoing the laces he fastened before.

"Fine. If you by some chance you happen to best me, then you can have my car. But when I win, you have to read a book." She felt the laces slacken and she could breath normally again.

"A book?"

"From cover to cover." he explained. "Every inch of detail."

"Is this book perhaps a book that wouldn't be given to children and has very explicit scenes in?" Oliver wouldn't have her agree to something like this and give her a normal book she would read anyway. It had to be in the category of 'extreme'.

"Well… nah, you'll have to wait." He laughed. "There." She heard the zipper smoothly run down. "So, do we have an agreement?" She turned back around to him.

"Deal." She held out her hand, he took it but pulled her in for a kiss.

"Deal." He smiled cockily as he released her and pushed the material down from her body. Taking her hand again he led her through and turned on the shower.

It wouldn't be an easy bet, but he wasn't too attached to his car. And it was a good thing since she was standing there in nothing but some tiny black panties. His cock swelled at sight.

Breathing deep he unbuttoned the white shirt, his eyes roaming over her pert nipples, begging for his lips to kiss them. To take one between his teeth. To flicker his tongue over them.

"Ollie. You still with me?" she laughed and crept closer. "You giving in on the first mile?" she teased and stood centimetres from him. She raised her arms above her head and stretched up, her breasts rising with her. Knowing exactly what she was doing she felt no shame, no fire engine blush. She was going to teach Mr Queen that he wasn't top dog around here. He gulped. Her skin was practically glowing, inviting him to touch, to feel the pearls glistening over her body.

Feeling his hands on her stomach she grinned and dropped her arms to his shoulders, rising on her tiptoes to give him a better view of her twins. "You can't shower with your trouser on Oliver." she teased, eyes fluttering down his body then back up. It said that she wanted what was under there, it said that she craved him, and it said get the hell out of your clothing.

"You're going to have to help me with that bit. I don't wanna risk it." he winked but she still grinned and stroked her hands from his shoulder, over his ropes of muscle and to follow the v-shape of his hips, knowing what came after. Maybe he should have dealt with this part himself. She spoke his name, slowly, teasingly, letting the letters dance across her tongue. He could have come then and there. His trousers joined the clothing party on the floor and his boxers received the invite moments later.

"You're very handsome Ollie." she purred and lightly traced a finger down his length. She smiled and put her hands back to herself, slipping beneath the black material of her underwear and pushing them off her hips. "Am I beautiful Ollie?" Her lashes fluttered innocently. Oliver's chest rose and fell slowly, another breath pushed out from him.

"Chloe." The controlled voice asked for mercy. She took his hand and led him into the shower, closing the glass door behind them.

"You know; I don't even want your car." she admitted. "Not as much as I want you."

"Chloe." Another warning growl. She laughed and picked up Oliver's shower gel. Her heart was beating throughout her body as she put her soaped hands on herself rather than him. This way she'd smell like him for the rest of the night. Enveloped in his potent musk.

She could have sworn she heard Oliver whimper.

Feeling delightfully naughty she pressed her chest to his back as he stood in the spray and wrapped her arms around to grasp his length. Two loose strokes then she was gone again, away from his body, grinning cheekily.

"Want more?" She dangled herself in front of him. "Help yourself Ollie. It's only a car." Like the traitorous devil she rested her head on his shoulder, speaking everything sinful he wanted.

"It's useless Chloe." He stood tall, his hands in his hair washing his hair. The sooner he was in and out the sooner he could touch her again.

"Useless? Are you saying you don't want me?" She pouted and it was so damn sexy. Her hand slithered down to his cock again. "Well, maybe you do want me." she corrected, another finger teasingly slow down and back again, feeling him twitch, begging for more. "Won't you take me Ollie? Throw me up against the shower wall and plunge deep into me. Make me forget my own name. Make me your own. I'll do anything you ask. Anything you want. Anything you could possibly desire." He growled low and smitten.

She was winning.

His hands found tight locks on her shoulder and he kissed her deep, his tongue exploring. The feeling of the win was an almighty high and she rode it well.

Suddenly Ollie was gone from her arms and wrapping a towel over his shoulder on the other side of the glass door.

"I'll go get you that book shall I?" he grinned. Chloe's jaw dropped almost swallowing a litre of water before she turned out of the spray in a huff and finished her shower. Alone.

Chloe came out back in her comfiest pyjamas which tonight consisted of a simply tank top and long, soft bottoms. Longer than her own legs, but they kept her toes warm so she wasn't too bothered. She wasn't dressed to kill, mainly for comfort and relaxation. Her day had been what you could call stressful and tiring, hence the need for the embrace of Egyptian cotton. And one hot, fine, spectacle of a man lounging half naked on the bed…

Ollie sat up, as Chloe came out. He was wearing solely some pyjama pants, long drapes down his long legs to his feet, coloured in dark blue. Smiling he reached out his hand to pull her to him, cuddled to his body. She accepted, cosying up to him.

"So. Time to show me what's in the bag?" she guessed.

"I suppose so." he agreed. "Here I have our evening's entertainment." he announced and one by one pulled DVD's from the carrier. "We have a good on shoot 'em up for the inner violence, a soppy cushy romance for your inner female. And… regrettably we have the 'other' option."

"Ooooh. What's the other option?" He silently passed her the last DVD. She read the title with glee. "You got Rocky Horror!" she exclaimed and threw her arms around him tighter. It wasn't her favourite movie, not by a long shot. But it was that movie that made all her problems seem very little in comparison. One that could fire her mood to the ceiling and yank her from the rain clouds. Plus… well, she liked the songs, and the thought of Ollie watching it made her inner Chloe bounce around her body with uncontainable laughter.

"I figured it would be better than an actual horror movie." he explained and she kissed his cheek, her eyes drinking in the cover. "That's all I get?" he complained with jest. "A kiss on the cheek for the weird look the sales girl gave me? I wish I had got a real horror." She ignored his jibes and squeezed him tightly.

"We'll watch it now." she exclaimed then as she leapt form the bed sliding in the DVD she paused. "Have you called back Clarisse yet?" He groaned and flopped back onto the bed. She crawled up the bed, holding herself over him. "Go, call her. I'll wait."

"I don't want to." he whined and pushed her hair behind her ears, his hands refusing to leave her.

"Why not? She's your best friend."

"Means nothing." he disagreed. "She'll yell at me and guilt me into seeing her again."

"And why is that a bad thing?" Chloe probed, her hands sliding up and she lowered herself, her nipples straining against the top to touch him.

"Because…" What could he say? Because she wants to talk about you? Because she wants to know how I fell in love with you? Because she won't stop till she gets every tiny inch of detail about you? "She'll make me go shopping." It was true. Admittedly he didn't mind it that much because she was a fast and efficient shopper but she did enjoy meeting up with him in shopping malls. Chloe giggled, her breath warm against his skin.

"Tell her I have you all booked up." she purred. Then sat back on her heels, de-straddling and laying face down on the bed, watching the opening title as she picked up the remote to select her option.

"Fine. I'll phone her." Chloe shot a grin over her shoulder. "But it may take a while. Start the film and I'll be back as soon as the she Satan has ran out of breath." He ran his fingers through Chloe's hair, messing it up as he went, then in his grump dialled the number he both loved and hated.

Oliver had spectacular timing, opening the door as the time warp came on. She honestly tried to make him dance, she gave him clear step-by-step directions, but even a pistol at his feet wouldn't have made that man move his body. Giving in she invited his tired frame into her arms, hands to skin.

"Have you signed away your soul?" she asked jokingly. He crashed back against the bed, pulling her closer to him. She wasn't the only one in need of comfort. Trying to explain to one of your longest friends about possibly the world's most complicated relationship when he didn't understand half of it was something he never wanted to do again. Questions. Always questions from her. A never-ending stream of questions fired in rapid succession making him crave her even more and he stumbled to form an answer.

"I wish I had, at least then I would be rotting in hell peacefully." he groaned, and kissed the tip of her nose. She smiled.

"I don't think hell could ever be described as peaceful. You'd probably be trapped in a shopping mall with her all day and all night in hell." He put a hand over his eyes his mind screaming from the sheer thought.

"Alright. No more talk of nasty things. Tell me what I missed." She caught him up, not that he'd missed a lot.

Soon Ollie recognised the opening lyrics to the song Chloe was singing before. He wasn't paying much attention to the plot, or the characters…or really anything. Mainly because it was a load of crap, but it made Chloe happy and that was mission accomplished. But this song captivated him, only because Chloe was stretched out, cat-like, across him. Her heels rocking to the beat, her hands twisting strands of hair as her lips wordlessly sung along.

Finally he could take no more of this insanity and using the remote silently turned the colourful screen a much more delightful shade of black.

"Hey!" Chloe complained and he rolled her over, pinning her beneath his body. Letting her feel what she had caused. He rubbed his clothed hardness against her groin and he watched her eyes shimmer. His frame pressed against her, his hands locked against hers, keeping her, and him, restrained. "Ollie if you didn't like the film, you just had to say." Her voice was innocent. Her body was not.

"I didn't like the film." he stated, rocking his lower half against hers, letting her parted legs split further for him. She grinned.

"Can't say it's my favourite either." she admitted. "But it makes me happy. And thank you for that."

"You're welcome. But we're not watching that again. And… for future reference, there are other more pleasurable ways to make you happy." His erection rocked against her core rough and without care. Blood was using her body as a free track day, speeding around her veins but crashing hard between her legs and stirring a fierce heat to seep from her, soaking her clothing.

"I do remember a promise that I would be coming in my pyjamas." she recalled, straining against his hands for more contact. But this was his race and he was lord, master and commander for a sweet while.

"Never promised Goldilocks. I said if you were lucky."

"And will I be getting lucky?" she questioned, wetting her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. Ollie's eyes followed it.

"I suppose that really all depends." he mused and rocked against her again. Sweet sharp agony disguised as blissfulness.

"On?"

"If you've been a good girl." he answered with a grin. "Good girls are always prepared. Always thinking about their man. Always ready for him." He brought both her hands above her head and pinned them in one of his. "Been thinking about me, Chloe?" he asked rhetorically and slipped a hand down her body, over every curve, somehow ignorant of the peaked nipples, crying out for him to touch. His fingers easily slipped between her layers and through her golden curls to her honey pot, her essence practically dripping from her. Not that he hadn't felt it on the outside, meshing against his cock. Her back arched as he rode his fingers against her, not yet penetrating.

True enough she no longer saw anybody but Ollie when she went to her magical special place. Her sex drive had posters of the Green Arrow decorating its room. Its soundtrack was his purr of words, his claim over her as his climaxed and spilled into her. Her libido may as well say 'property of Oliver Queen'. And as much as it pained her she had more than once ripped that same label from across her heart. For as long as she could she would keep this strictly sex.

…Even if…

"How does your ego even fit inside this room?" she jested, tuning out from her thoughts. He chuckled and pinched her clit gently. She flew off the bed smashing into him. He grinned vindictively.

"Something wrong Chloe?" he teased knowingly. She gritted her teeth and locked her legs around him tightly, meshing his hand and body further against her.

"You're an evil man." He winked and slipped his hand from her body, taking it to his lips and flickering his tongue over it. Her stomach twirled, rushing the fairies around inside her sex.

"You're a sweet woman Chloe. Wanna taste?" Before she could answer he dove, claiming her lips in a passionate, smouldering, panty melting, tongue twisting, orgasm inducing, hell fire of a kiss.

Heat flourished all over her skin, begging for his contact, even just a finger, just a brush, the slightest of touches. They broke apart in a desperate need for oxygen but his mouth refused to leave her, landing butterfly kisses down her throat granting her wish. But instead of cooling off her need it only added more fuel to the fire. She wanted him, needed him. Craved him in her very soul.

"Ollie." Her voice was rasping and filled with desire. All for him.

"Patience." he reprimanded. 'Fuck patience' she thought and wriggled her hands, trying to free them. Her hips bucked against him, either telling him to get a move on, or to piss off. He laughed again. "You won't get anywhere any faster Chloe."

She scowled and rolled on one of her shoulders reversing their positions and narrowly missing a collision with the headboard.

"I get whatever I want Mr Queen." she hissed and wound her fingers with his, sparks trailing down both their arms and to their groins as they rocked against each other.

"And what is it you want?" he breathed. He easily broke her hold and pulled her sharp to him, her nipples straining the fabric to scratch clawlessly against him. Her swirls of oceans dancing in her eyes called over a lust filled mist as she leaned closer.

"You." she whispered, her plump, reddened lips brushed against his parted ones then crashed together. Ollie's hands slithered over her body creating a length of ecstasy in their wake, they pushed the cotton over her hips, exposing her beautiful ass. Praise should be given to the gods who shaped her ass. He didn't know how he'd thank whoever made her legs either, they were past what god's could design, they were purely exquisite.

Like a bad omen the buzzing vibration of a mobile shattered the illusion of privacy. They didn't split apart, no; they tried to block it out. Well, they did until the person rang back and the vibrations kicked back up again. Chloe shuffled up Ollie's body to stretch out to the nightstand. She ran her fingers through her hair as she read the name and groaned.

"Ollie. I have to get this." She sounded so broken. Whoever it was they were in for a thrashing.

"Don't. Turn it off."

"I can't. It's Lois. She'll ring the apartment."

"We'll unplug the phone."

"Do you really think that will stop her?" Chloe questioned. Ollie sighed and waved his hand in a go ahead. Lois would use Morse code to reach Chloe if she wanted to talk. Hell, she'd sky write if she dubbed it important.

"Make it quick." he warned and Chloe nodded, seeming just as eager. "Tell her you have a gorgeous man between your thighs who requires your full attention." Chloe put a hand over Oliver's mouth and accepted the call, thankful Oliver couldn't listen in. No doubt Lois would have something to say.

"Lois. You do realise it's past midnight right?" Chloe feigned the act that she had been asleep, rather than the truth.

"Yes. Which is precisely why I'm calling. Here I am, dressed to kill, in what can only be described as the most pricey and revealing piece of underwear I own. And where is Smallville?" Lois ranted to her cousin. "He's not here of course. I ask him for 2 minutes to change and he's run off to god knows where."

"I'm sure Clark is just-"

"I don't care about where he is. I care where he's supposed to be. Most days he's gone, leaving me to shop by myself. Which I can deal with, because, well, because it's Smallville and he's a guy so clearly he doesn't like shopping." Chloe could hear Lois pacing up and down the side of the bed. She'd probably be in nothing but lingerie and heels. "This was meant to be a romantic get-away. Correct me if I'm wrong but doesn't that usually involve both people to be present."

"Lois. I'm sure he'll be back soon. He maybe just went out to get something for you." Chloe sighed and rubbed her forehead. She hoped to god Clark could explain this to her because she wasn't making any more back stories for him. Besides, Lois should know about the blur… at least if he wanted to continue the romantic relationship with her.

Chloe felt a shuffle beneath her and looked down to see Ollie's hands freely roaming and he lifted her to shuffle so she was practically sitting on his face. Chloe flushed and swatted at him. He just grinned and flickered his tongue out while she bit her lip.

"Chloe, you listening to me?" Crap, she forgot about Lois.

"Yeah. Umm, sorry I got distracted. Sorry." Ollie's tongue soared across her, and she had to hold in a squeal. But when he sucked her clit into her mouth she was gone and moaned into the phone. Lois froze mid-rant.

"Chloe… am I disturbing? Oh my god. You're sleeping with Oliver!" she exclaimed. "I knew it. I can't believe this. Here I am waiting for Clark and you're getting your freak on with Oliver."

"No. No. I swear I-" Oliver stole the phone from her hand .

"Chloe's busy. Call back tomorrow." He ended the call and threw the phone aside, letting it crash to the wall with an un-healthy noise then instantly forgetting about it.

"Oliver. That was Lois and –Oh my god. Oh god." His talented tongue was back against her, lapping at her. His fingers gripped her hips as she arched back, her own hands fisting the sheets. "Ollie. Oh. Yes." she gasped as his tongue entered her, her cries earning quick flicks inside her. "More. I'm so close. I-" His tongue thrust deeper and she fell into her orgasm, her walls clamping around him and shudders rocketing through her muscles. No care for her extreme sensitivity he sucked on her clit. She bucked against him and dropped forward onto all fours. "You remember when I said you were an evil man." she breathed. "You most definitely are." He chuckled and rolled her over to rest his head on her stomach as she panted for breath.

"I think I'm rather generous." He grinned and his tongue licked out at her.

"Doesn't make you any less evil."

"Moi? Not possible. I'm the very epitome of angelic. Maybe second to you. But I'm pretty high up there."

"Seriously, how does your ego fit inside rooms?" He chuckled, his breath warm against her shimmering skin. "Oh god. I can't believe you hung up on Lois."

"I can't believe you didn't. Why did she phone anyway? It's a little bit late for a social call isn't it?"

"Not important to Lois. She was having Clark drama. He ran off for another save halfway through happy time."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Exactly."

"So he ruined her happy time, so she decided to ruin our happy time? Doesn't sound very cousin like to me."

"Do you have any cousins?" He shook his head. "Then you can't relate. Lois is more than a cousin anyway, she's practically my sister." Chloe sighed. "I wish Clark would tell her though. It's not fair on her. Besides, she coped alright with your double identity."

"Coped? You're kidding right?"

"Oh com'on, she only yelled at you a little. Besides, Green Arrow wasn't the friendliest of people when she first met him."

"True. That's true. But I do agree. The longer he leaves it and keeps running out on her, the more pissed she's going to get." He sighed and drew a shapeless pattern on her with his index finger. "And as a result, the more interrupted 'happy time' we get." His finger slipped further south. Chloe laughed.

"And just when I thought you didn't have a one track mind."

"You love my mind. It's filthy. You love to roll in the filth don't you? My dirty girl." He winked and dodged her flying hand. "Hey. You're the one reading my dirty books." he spoke pointedly.

"Speaking of dirty books, what's the one I'm reading for our bet?" He shook his head.

"Surprise till tomorrow. But I can give you a preview." he teased and pulled her up to sit with him. Carefully he wrapped her legs around him and lowered her onto his hardness, finally finding his satisfaction as he burrowed deep into her wetness.

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