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Ok, so this is pretty much a smut chapter!!! Chloe and Oliver do the nasty. So, don't read if you don't like!
Chloe heard the knock on her apartment, but chose to ignore it. The knob turned anyway and in walked Oliver. Chloe stopped her movements when she saw him.
"You do realize that when people don't answer their door that generally means they don't want you to come in." She said.
"Hi, to you too." He smiled at her, and then frowned when he realized what she was doing. "Bermuda or the Bahamas?" Oliver asked as he walked into her room.
"What?" Chloe snapped at him, she was annoyed that he'd barged in without invitation.
"Are you going on vacation?" He asked as he walked closer to her.
"No." She said. "I'm moving." She told him then walked over to the closet to grab more clothes. She hadn't heard him move, but when she turned around he was standing right next to her.
"No." He said simply. Chloe looked up at him curiously.
"Yes, I am actually." She told him and brushed past him to continue her efforts. He grabbed her wrist as she walked past him and pulled her into his body. He wrapped his arms around her tightly.
"Where and why?" He asked, his lips drawn together as if he were mad about something.
"Gotham, because I need to start somewhere new." Chloe told him and pulled slightly to try and get out of his embrace. It was half hearted though, because she liked him holding her.
"Chloe, you can't leave. I only just discovered you." He told her quietly.
She looked him in the eyes. "I've been here the whole time. You just wanted Lois and now that you can't have her anymore, you want me. It'll pass, trust me. Guys never really want me; they just think it for a second and then change their minds when they see Lois or Lana. They are tall and skinny with boobs, so it's understandable." She told him. She was hurt, because of the whole Lois/Clark liaison and was taking it out on him.
"You have it backward, Chloe. You are the one I have always wanted, not Lois." He told her seriously, but Chloe didn't want to and couldn't believe him.
"Right. You say that now because she and Clark are together." Chloe told him. The news had the effect she'd hoped for. He released her and let her walk back to her bed. She sat on it and looked at him. She watched his face for any indication of his emotions.
"Good for them." Oliver said.
"What?" She asked.
"That means that Lois wasn't very distraught about our breakup. She's moved on and so, now, I'm able to do the same thing without seeming insensitive." He walked over and sat next to Chloe on the bed. She turned to look at him.
"Seriously? You're happy about this? Lois and Clark?" Chloe didn't know what to think about this new development.
"Yes." He tilted his head to look at her. He reached up and cupped her cheek. "I meant what I said about you. You can't leave Metropolis." He told her softly. She could hear the steel in his voice. He was actually commanding her to stay.
"You aren't the boss of me, you know." She told him. "I'm going to Gotham City." She said it and stood up from the bed. Before she got anywhere Oliver grabbed her hips and pulled her back to the bed. Before she could even think, he'd rolled her onto her back and was now lying on top of her.
"No." He told her again. She looked into his brown eyes and lost all thought of protest. "No Gotham, no leaving. Stay here with me, Chloe." He said, and then leaned down to kiss her. She let him because she was tired of resisting temptation. And Oliver was very tempting. She kissed him back raising her head off the bed slightly to increase the pressure. Oliver pushed back gently and deepened the kiss. Chloe shifted so that she could wrap her legs around his hips. He ground his body into hers, wishing there weren't clothes between them.
He pulled away from her and looked at her for permission.
"Take your clothes off." Chloe told him with a grin. He smiled back.
"Now who's being bossy?" He said then pulled his shirt over his head. Chloe sat up and removed her own shirt. "It's ok. You can be the boss for right now." Oliver told her. Pants were shucked off in a hurry and soon they found themselves clad only in their underwear. Oliver pushed Chloe back onto the mattress.
"I didn't bring anything, Chloe." Oliver told her, annoyed at himself. He'd been in such a hurry to see her that he hadn't even thought about it. Chloe looked at him. She didn't have anything here either. It wasn't like she was in a relationship so she had no need.
"I don't either." Chloe told him. Oliver closed his eyes in frustration. He was finally getting what he wanted and now he couldn't take advantage. If he was honest with himself, getting Chloe pregnant wasn't a scary thought to him. It actually turned him on. That in itself should scare the shit out of him, but oddly, it didn't.
"I'm game if you are." Chloe told him causing his eyes to open.
"You sure?" Oliver asked, but was already back on top of her before the question was out of his mouth.
"Yes." She told him. He lifted her slightly to take off her bra. He threw the bra to the floor. Then he looked at her. She was beautiful all over. He bent down to take a nipple in his mouth and suck gently. Chloe squirmed under him. She put her hands on hid broad shoulders and then traveled down his back. He was all muscle. There was no fat on this man. She loved the feel over his skin against hers. He was so warm.
Oliver's hand traveled down her stomach to her panties. He rubbed her gently and could feel her wetness through the cotton. He pushed the fabric aside and thrust a finger inside of Chloe. She gasped at that, causing him to smile slightly against her breast. Then, he pushed a second finger inside of her. She felt tight to him. He pulled his head away from her chest to look at her.
"You're tight, Chlo." He said with a small smile.
"It's been a…" she stopped momentarily when took his fingers out and then thrust them in again. "a while." She said with a gulp.
"Good." He said possessively.
"Mmmm…" Was her answer. He pulled away to rid them of their underwear. Then he stood for a moment looking at Chloe; she was flushed from his efforts and he loved the picture she made.
Chloe was surveying Oliver too. He was gorgeous. His stomach was flat and his muscles flexed with every movement he made. His blonde hair was a mess because she'd been running her hands through it. He grinned at her and she couldn't believe this was happening….
He crawled up Chloe's body and kissed her again. She wrapped her legs around his hips yet again. He smiled and reached down to guide himself into her. Chloe groaned when he finally entered her. He started out slow then thrust the rest of the way in. He filled her completely, stretching her to her limit.
He threaded his hand though hers and put it above her head on the bed. Then he began thrusting in and out. He could feel how tight she was, so at first he went slowly to let her body adjust to him. Then, he couldn't control it anymore and he began to thrust rapidly in and out. Chloe's climax came and her muscles clamped down around him. She groaned softly when the spasms gentled. A second later, Oliver joined her and came. Then, he collapsed onto her.
They lay there together; the only sound in the room was their breathing. Oliver didn't want to move from this spot with his body still nestled inside her. Their hands were still clasped together above Chloe's head; he felt her squeeze his hand gently. Reluctantly, he raised his head to meet her eyes.
"Hey." She said.
"Hi." He said with a soft smile.
"That was amazing. I think you just rocked my world, mister." She told him then reached up with her other hand to trace her fingers along his jawline.
"I know, Chloe." He said with a grin.
"So, what now?" Chloe asked curiously.
"I was thinking dinner. Maybe a movie, if you're really nice to me." Oliver joked.
"Uh huh." Chloe pushed at him a little joking. "I don't think I can be any nicer than I just was." Chloe said.
He ran his hand through her hair gently.
"I have to go out of town tonight." Oliver told her. "I know the timing is horrible, but duty calls."
"I know the drill." Chloe told him.
"I remember, Watchtower." Oliver said causing Chloe to groan.
"Yeah, saving the world in all. I think I'll accept your desertion on those terms." Chloe told him.
"Good. I'd hate to know what I'd have to do to get back in your good graces." Oliver's cell phone rang, interrupting their moment. He rolled off her slowly, hating the loss of contact. He reached over to his pants and pulled them to him. He answered the phone.
"Oliver Queen." He sounded so cold and business like that Chloe smiled at the change in him. That was a side that she didn't know as well. The playboy billionaire was something of a stranger to her. He turned to look at Chloe, flipped the phone shut, and got up off the bed.
"I have to go. I'm sorry, Chloe." He told her, and something about the finality in his voice scared her.
"What's going on here, Oliver?" She reached up and pulled the blankets around her.
"Nothing. I don't know yet. I'll call you." He smiled at her sadly, then bent over and kissed her on the lips.
That was the last time she'd see him in person in over six months. The severity of the pain from him leaving was something unexpected. She knew she'd cared about him for a long time. Even while he and Lois were dating, she'd had feelings for him and hidden them. But, that night she'd thought for sure that things could be good between them. Then, he'd up and left her. For reasons at the time that were unknown, but would become all too clear in the months to come.
She worked in the press, so she'd at least heard the news before the rest of the world. Oliver Queen was engaged. He was engaged to some heiress named Katrina Matthews from Gotham City. Katrina Matthews hadn't lived in Gotham for years and was now calling Star City home. She was also seven months pregnant. That fact had been the hardest thing for Chloe to accept and she thanked god that she hadn't gotten pregnant from her encounter with Oliver. And so now, here she was, in Gotham alone. She left Metropolis as soon as she realized that Oliver wasn't coming back. Lois and Clark were officially an item and she felt like she had no real reason to stay there anymore. It had been time for her to build a new life for herself. She'd gotten a job at the Gotham Gazette, and was now working her way up the ladder, trying to find a story and score a byline. That was fine by her, she was a hard worker and it kept her from thinking about all her failures with men.
a/n: thanks for the reviews!! They make me so happy!!! I have to warn you that this story is being written and rewritten because I am having the hardest time deciding who she needs to end up with….anyhoo. Review!! And I'm not sure if she'll have her healing power or not. I've already actually got another story going on in my head and I think she'd have them in that story, but probably not here. So, love the reviews, guys!!!!