Getting Over Your Past…
Oliver sat at his desk in the clock tower apartment watching Chloe make her way around his living room as she had a discussion with the team about new safety procedures she thought that they should start using whenever they were on patrol.
He should have been paying better attention to what she was saying. Chloe was always the professional and if she knew what was going through his mind at that moment she would probably shoot him with him own compound bow.
He couldn't seem to keep his eyes drifting to the low neckline of her deep blue sweater and the expanse of cleavage that it revealed. With every glance his thoughts were propelled back to that night. And the memory of the way she moaned for him when he'd brought his lips to her breasts.
He kept his eyes glued to her as she walked across the room and handed each of the guys a new state of the art earpiece with a tracking device implanted in it.
She made her way over to him and placed one in his hand, then turned quickly headed back toward the rest of the group not even looking at his face.
Unfortunately when she turned away from him her cleavage wasn't the problem anymore now he had to deal with the sight of her black pencil skirt. The slit up the back that reached halfway up the back of her thighs and the way it hugged the curves of her hips and her voluptuous backside.
For just a moment he considered kicking the rest of the team out of his apartment so he would have a chance to be alone with her. To touch her. To strip her bare. To carry her to his bed and lose himself in her.
This is not good, he thought to himself as he tried to force away the thoughts of her naked and writhing beneath him.
When he saw her now all he wanted to do was tear her clothes from her body and take her over and over like she had let him do that night.
Not that he had really seen her. In fact this was the first time they had been in the same room since that night.
After that morning a month ago when he woke up to find her absent from his bed things had returned to business as usual.
At least for her they had seemed to.
But for him everything had shifted.
He tore his eyes from her and looked down at the desk.
Bad idea.
He should have known that he would never be able to look at it the same way again…
Oliver walked from the kitchen with a glass of water in his hand, dressed only in his boxer shorts. He looked toward the couch where he had left her just minutes before but found it empty.
He glanced around the dark room until his eyes landed on her. She was fully dressed again and leaning one hand on his desk while the other reached behind her pulling the back strap of her shoe over her heal.
He had to wonder if she realized how sexy that small action was.
Oliver set his glass down on the coffee table and made his way over to her in silence.
He stepped behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist resting his hand on her stomach and started rubbing small circles gently over her now covered abdomen with the pad of his thumb.
"Why are you dressed?" Oliver whispered against her ear.
She let out a labored breath before responding, "I just figured…"
"You just figured what? That you'd already had your way with me and you'd just take off in the middle of the night?" He teased pulling her tighter against him. He brushed her hair from her neck and lowered his lips to her neck.
She trembled and let her head fall slightly to the side giving him better access, "Well since I already got what I wanted I thought I should just leave you to recuperate."
"Recuperate?" he asked smiling against her neck.
"Yeah, I mean you are much older then me so…" she stopped midsentence when he bit down on her neck and whipped around her eyes narrowed but a playful smirk tugging at her lips.
He smiled at her and let his hands fall to her hips; "I thought we agreed to a 'night of rumble tumble fun' and if you notice the time theres we still have several hour left." he told her glancing quickly down at the small clock on the desk.
"Well if you think you're up for It." she told him playfully as she ran her hand down his body until she reached the top of his boxer shorts. She ran a single finger slowly back and forth along his waist for several moments before sliding her hand inside and wrapping her hand around his already hard length.
"Don't I feel up for it?" He asked her taking his hands and sliding them down over her hips and thighs until he reached the hem of her dress and slowly trailed his fingertips up her toned legs pulling the bottom of her dress up as he did.
"Well this will make things much easier." he told her when he reached her hips and realized she wasn't hadn't put back on her underwear.
"It was impossible to put them back on after the way you ripped them off me earlier." she told him as she started stroking him harder.
"I didn't here you complain when I did it." He whispered deeply in her ear as he brought one of his hands back up to her shoulder. He slid the thin strap of her dress from her and kissed his way from just behind her ear to her now bare shoulder.
"Trust me I'm not complaining now either." She said breathlessly.
That was all it took, he couldn't wait to be inside her again. He lifted her in his arms and somehow got even harder when he felt her wrap her legs tightly around him and pressed her heat against him.
He reached behind her and with one swipe of his hand knocked the contents of his desktop to the ground then placed her on the desk and pushed her back until she was laid out before him.
Her skirt was still hiked up to her hips and her lack of underwear gave him immediate access to what he wanted.
He quickly slid down his shorts and kicked them away then pulled her to the edge of the desk before plunging into her over and over.
He wanted to hear her scream for him and he was going to make that happen.
The heals of her shoes dug into his lower back as he felt her insides already starting to tighten around him.
He took one hand and ran it from her neck to her lower abdomen and then farther still until he found her clit and with just a few passes with the pad of his thumb he got what he wanted she screamed for him.
Begging him for more she raised her hips to meet him thrust for thrust.
He felt his release getting closer, and when she called out his name as her orgasm hit her he lost himself with her.
But he still wasn't done yet. He lifted her back into his arms and stared into her eyes. Then crashed his lips against hers.
When she tore his lips from hers she rested her head on his chest, "God Ollie." She said to him through her labored breaths.
She had never called him that before it was always Oliver when they were face to face and Arrow when she was running a mission for the league. But he had to admit he really liked the sound of it coming from her.
He ran his fingers into her hair and pulled her head back slightly so he could look at her for a moment then gently touched his lips to hers.
He lifted her from the desk and tried to make his way to his bedroom but when he felt her nibble lightly on his earlobe he wanted her again right there.
He pushed her back against the nearest wall, which happened to be the secret door to his Green Arrow room and looked into her eyes, trying to decipher if she was ready for him again.
When he felt her ram her hips against his that was all the answer he needed and he plunged his way into her for the fourth time that night…
"Yo, Boss Man," Bart said waving his hand in front of Oliver's face and pulling him from his thoughts of Chloe, "What's wrong with you man?"
Oliver lifted his head and looked into the curious eyes of the other members of the Justice League. He stopped when his eyes met Chloe's and she quickly looked toward the ground her cheeks suddenly very pink.
"I'm sorry what?"
"Chloe's done, is there anything you wanna add?" Bart said slowly eyeing him suspiciously.
"No. Nothing," he answered standing up and making his way around his desk.
"All right, the guys and I are going to grab some pizza you two wanna come?" he asked looking between the two of them
"Thanks Bart I appreciate the invite," Chloe said giving him a bright smile, "but I can't, I've already got plans."
She made her way over to her bag and started loading up her laptop and other items hastily when she realized everyone else was leaving and she would be left alone with Oliver
"How about you boss?"
Oliver looked at the younger man and quickly shook his head.
He watched as the rest of the team left then turned his attention back to Chloe.
She looked up and her eyes met his for a moment and she saw the look of lust in his gaze.
She looked back down at her bag and picked it up flinging it over her shoulder and started towards the door. She had to get away from him the feel of his eyes on her was getting to her. This was why she had avoided him for the last month. She knew that being around him would be hard but this was torture.
The thoughts of that night between them had been hard enough to deal with during the meeting when there were other people around but now that they were alone it was nearly impossible to ignore the desire for him that had been eating away at her for the last month.
"I'll see you later Oliver," she said walking by him quickly.
"Hey Chloe?"
"Yeah," she turned and looked at him feeling her skin instantly flush and her heart start to pound.
"Um… How have you been?" he asked.
'Real smooth Queen that's the best you can come up with' he thought kicking himself.
"Fine, how about you?"
"I'm good." he told her trying to keep his voice even.
He was torn between letting her go and asking her to stay after a moment he decided to throw caution to the wind.
He closed the distance between them with a few steps till he stood only inches from her and looked down on her, "You wanna stay, maybe have some lunch or something ?" he asked lifting his hand and placing it on her upper arm.
The feel of his calloused hands on her gave her an instant reaction to him. She looked up at him and instantly knew what he wanted.
The idea of being with him again had haunted her thoughts but she was always able to push it away by reminding herself that Oliver still loved Lois and that the night they spent together was just two people seeking comfort from one another and trying to forget their pain.
"I can't," she told him, "I have plans remember."
"Right," he said pulling his hand away and shoving it in his pocket. "Hot date?" he asked trying to keep his voice even and praying that she said no.
"Hardly, I actually have to meet Lois." She watched him trying to gage his reaction to the mention of his ex. When he just kept staring at her his expression not changing she tried to push farther, "We're shopping for dresses. For the wedding." she explained with a small shrug, "You know the work of the maid of honor is never done."
"Could you come by after." he told her.
"I don't know if that's such a good idea Ollie."
He leaned over and brushed his lips against hers, "Please?" he asked simply.
"I can't." she answered simply turning away from him and heading quickly to the elevator.
He watched her leave the pain in his chest was undeniable. He had really thought that if he asked her she would stay with him.
Chloe stared at her reflection in the mirror. The dress was gorgeous.
She silently thanked Lois for not being one of those brides who wanted everyone else to look like crap so she would look better.
Not that women that looked like Lois had to worry about that.
They were always the most beautiful woman in whatever room they were in. The kind of woman that every man wanted. Men like Clark.
And men like Oliver.
Oliver. She had to force herself to walk away from him earlier. The way he was looking at her and the feel of just his hand had made her want to cancel with Lois and stay there with him. But she couldn't do that.
The first night that they were together had been enough of a mistake. Ever since then she had not stopped thinking about him and she wasn't going to go down that road again. She would never again fall for someone who wanted someone else.
She could not fall for Oliver Queen.
The whole thing had not just been a bad idea.
It had been an astronomically horrible idea.
It was impossible for her to ever have anything more with him, he was still in love with Lois.
She had to stay strong and keep her distance from him. Distance was the key. She'd already been doing it for the last month. Communicating with him via email and she was perfectly capable of continuing to do so until her stupid infatuation with him ended.
"Chlo, what are you doing in there? Get your cute butt out here and let me see the dress already." Lois yelled through the door.
She took a deep breath and tried to shake away all the thoughts of Oliver before she walked out of the dressing room.
When she opened the door she found Lois waiting on the other side her arms crossed over her chest as she lightly tapped her foot.
"Well?" Lois asked with a big smile, "Do you like it?"
"I love it Lois." Chloe said honestly.
"Good because you look hot."
"And why exactly do I need to look hot?" she asked with a small chuckle, "you're the bride."
"And you're the maid of honor." She said moving her hands to her hips.
"I think I'm missing something."
"Well the maid of honor gets first crack at the groomsmen."
"First crack at the…" She stopped when she caught what her cousin was getting at, "Oh no Lois, there is no way. That is NOT happening."
"Why not?"
"Besides the fact that I'd be willing to bet that I know all of them, and if Clark asked who I think he did then I work with all of them too."
"So?"
"So don't you think sleeping with a member of the league might make things a little awkward." she said remembering how weird the whole meeting had been earlier.
"Okay, I see your point, so maybe not one of them, but I know for a fact that there will be plenty of hot, available men there." she said with a sly smile, "and in that dress you'll have your pick."
"Lois, I am not wearing this dress just so I can get laid at your wedding." Chloe told her bluntly.
"Oh yes you are," Lois said sternly, "and before you try arguing with me need I remind you that I'm the bride," she pointed towards herself, "so you can't say no to me. It's MY day."
Chloe rolled her eyes at her cousin, "fine you win, I can't argue with the bride." she said shaking her head.
Chloe climbed the stairs to the talon apartment. After spending the whole afternoon with Lois and listening to her go on and on about the wedding preparations she was suddenly very relived that her cousin had moved to the Kent farm several weeks back.
At least now she would have the place to herself. She could practically hear the bath tub calling to her.
She entered her apartment and slammed the door closed behind her.
She barely made it to the kitchen before she heard a knock at her door.
When she opened the door she found Oliver standing there his hands resting on the opposite sides of the door frame.
He stared at her for a moment judging her response to his presence. But when he opened his mouth to speak she shocked him by grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling his lips to hers.
He stood there for a moment surprised by her reaction to him then started moving his lips against hers. He nudged her backwards into the apartment then kicked the door shut behind them.
He hadn't come for this. What he really wanted, was to talk to her. Tell her that something had changed for him that night but the minute she kissed him all logical thought went out the window.
He pulled his lips from hers and stared down at her his gaze was making her feel warm all over. It was a look fueled by desire.
She knew this was a bad idea she had just spent the last month trying to forget the man in front of her but the minute she saw him standing at her door she knew there was no chance of her denying him. She just prayed that come the morning she wouldn't be farther in then she already was.
Oliver Queen had gotten under her skin. He chased away any lingering feelings she had for Clark that first night, but she had already been stupid enough to replace them with feelings for him.
Feelings that were now consuming her.
She tore her eyes from his and looked to the ground, "I'm sorry." she said so quietly he barely heard her.
He raised his hand to her chin and lifted it so that he could look her in the eyes, "What for?" he asked confused.
"Earlier, at your apartment." she told him trying to fight back the tears threatening to fall.
"Hey, you have nothing to be sorry for." he lowered his head and kissed her lightly but just for a moment before she deepened the kiss and just like the last time they were together she was quickly able to make him lose control. He was unable to keep himself from running his hands down her back until he reached the backs of her thighs then he lifted her up.
She wrapped her legs and arms around him desperate to be as close to him as possible, but it wasn't enough, she pulled her lips from him and rested her forehead on his, "Ollie, I need you." she told him as she tried to catch her breath.
Those words from her were too much for him. He lifted a hand and ran his fingers into her hair then pulled back giving him complete access to her neck.
She let out a low moan when she felt his soft lips and hot tongue on her. She could already feel her release building inside her. She had no idea how he managed to get this kind of reaction out of her.
He pulled his hand from her hair and ran it slowly downward until he reached the small of her back.
"Chloe, look at me," he said softly.
She lowered her head and slowly opened her eyes the look on his face made her body tense.
"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you." he said hoping she understood what he was trying to tell her.
Hearing him say those words to her made her heart beat faster. She lowered her mouth to his and kissed him deep and slow, and moved her hand down to his waist making quick work of his belt and reaching her hand inside his pants and started slowly stroking him.
Oliver let out a low growl as her small hand worked him but after barely a minute he grabbed her hand in his, "You need to stop that." he said looking at her and finding an impish grin on her face. "Oh I see what you're doing."
Oliver let go of her hand and wrapped his back around her and carried her into her bedroom and tossed her on the bed forcing her to giggle.
They then proceeded to peel their clothes from each other and Oliver positioned himself above her and kept his eyes locked on hers and he slowly entered her and started gradually moving inside of her. He wanted to take his time experience every bit of her.
If she wasn't feeling what he was and this was the last time he could touch her like he was going to make the most of it.
Hours later the couple collapsed exhausted and Chloe fell into a sound sleep.
Oliver lay on his side his head propped up on one hand as he watched the blonde sleeping beside him.
She was everything he could ever want. Beautiful, smart, witty, and the sex was unbelievable, but it wasn't just about that he felt a connection to her a closeness that he had felt with no one else.
He knew now what he should have known all along.
He didn't belong with Lois Lane. He never had.
He belonged with Chloe Sullivan.
He just hoped she felt the same way about him, that it wasn't just sex for her. But if it was he would do everything in his power to bring her around to his way of thinking.
A/N I am so sorry this took so long. I have just been crazy busy.
I hope everyone liked it. I'm still really nervous about writing any kind of smut so hopefully it was okay.
BTW Anyone waiting for the next chapter of The Wager it'll be up by tomorrow. It's already written I just need to do a quick edit.