Part VI

Oliver lay facing the sleeping woman beside him as dawn broke through the darkness of his bedroom. He'd awoken nearly an hour before but instead of getting up and going to his workout room like he usually did, he was just staring at her. He kept expecting to feel that he and Chloe crossing the friendship line was a mistake. She was far less experienced when it came to sexual encounters, and the last thing he wanted was for his own jaded views about such things to rub off on her. She deserved better than that.

But he didn't have regrets. Oliver knew that Chloe had a mind of her own, and she was not the type to do something unless she wanted to. And frankly, if she was determined to add to her sexual repertoire, he was fine with being her research tool. He really did believe she was safer with him than she would be with some random guy like Detective Dean, sterling nice guy reputation aside.

Last night had also proven that he and Chloe were more than compatible in the bedroom. That had come as something of a surprise given her overall inexperience. His plan had been to show her what she could feel in the arms of an experienced lover. He hadn't expected to feel anything different himself, yet he had. Her responses were honest and real, and the way she looked at him, the way she responded to him and touched him – he wasn't sure he'd ever experienced anything like it before. It warmed places inside him that he'd all but forgotten about over the years.

Being friends probably had something to do with it, but he was beginning to think Chloe might have a thing or two to teach him as well. He was in Metropolis for an indefinite period of time, and neither of them was seeing anyone at the moment. He also didn't have to hide anything related to his crime fighting alter ego. It was the perfect time to get to know each other on a more personal level and relieve a little stress along the way.

Oliver did wonder exactly what she had in mind for bondage and fetish play. He was also still having a hard time with the idea that Chloe had even bought all of the things he'd seen in her bags. Not that he really had a problem trying out any of the items – none of it was even that far out of vanilla territory for him. A few of his encounters during his much younger and wilder days gave kinky a whole new name, but he had soon become bored with the kind of women drawn to that scene. He seriously doubted that feeling bored with Chloe was going to be an issue, but he wanted to make sure she understood that type of thing before they tried it. The last thing he wanted was for her to freak out and run away because they had a failure to communicate.

Oliver ran a hand across her bare hip, watching as she shivered even in her sleep. He was still amazed by how responsive she was – every brush of his fingers or lips on her skin garnered a reaction that made him want her all over again. He pulled her a little closer, pushing his erection against the soft skin of her stomach. One hand caressed her hip as he kissed her shoulder, and he felt her stir against him.

Chloe's brain felt a little foggy as she woke instinctively knowing she wasn't at her dorm. It didn't take her long to remember though. Oliver, she thought, feeling his hard body against hers. She sighed and raised her arms to wrap around his neck as he moved her to lie on her back and covered her body with his. Her thighs fell open automatically, and she jumped when she felt his hard flesh pressing against her.

She opened her eyes to find him hovering above her, just looking at her. She'd expected to feel some embarrassment over being with him, but all she felt was desire. The desire to touch him and to have him touch her. The desire to do everything all over again because it had been the best thing she'd ever felt. Chloe knew Oliver had been with too many women to even count. And maybe it was foolish, but she'd felt special when he touched her. She knew he cared about her because they were friends, and that was probably all it was. But even now the way he was looking at her seemed different. She wasn't just another warm body to him.

Chloe raised her hand and traced the line of his brow with her fingers, trailing them lightly down his cheek and caressing his jaw. Her thumb found the cleft in his chin and explored it. He smells so good, she thought a little dizzily. She ran a hand across his jaw, enjoying the feel of his early morning stubble against her palm. Her eyes met his once more and he leaned down to kiss her. His kisses were slower, more languorous than the night before, and she arched up into him in an almost feline way, bringing their lower bodies into closer contact.

She whimpered as he began a rocking motion against her, sending a melting sensation through her core. She was already wet, and that was surprising because that was something that usually took a lot more foreplay. She dimly wondered if she should be a little embarrassed by how fast she responded to him. She pushed the thought away as his lips left hers and trailed down her neck, sending little bolts of electricity through her body. She cried out when she felt his tongue on her breast, and he began suckling first one hard peak and then the other.

Oliver continued the rocking motion between her legs as he played with her breasts. Chloe could feel the tight coil in her lower abdomen – she lifted her legs and pushed her hips up against his almost desperately, her fingernails digging into his lower back as she sought release. She strained against him as she moaned, "Ollie, please."

Oliver lifted his head from her breasts, his own breathing uneven as he pushed against her harder. Fuck, she was wet, and he was dying to be inside her already. One more push against her sent her over the edge, and the way she moaned and bucked beneath him had him teetering closer to his own release than he'd like. He sat back and quickly reached for a condom, tearing the package and desperately sliding it over his hard length. He lifted her hips and bent one leg up to ease his entry as he pushed into her tight heat.

She cried out as he entered her, but he didn't see any discomfort on her face as she leaned up to press her lips to his jaw before fusing her mouth to his. He held himself still as they shared deep, hot kisses, and Chloe was one hell of a kisser. Jimmy is a fucking idiot, he thought dimly. He supported his weight partially on his left arm and lifted her leg a bit higher as he began to thrust. He kept the pace slow for a few minutes, but his control was rapidly diminishing as he felt her moving beneath him. She was close, and he stopped moving for a moment.

"No…" Chloe protested, thrusting her hips up desperately as she squirmed beneath him.

"Fuck, Chloe," Oliver bit out as he grit his teeth. He took a deep breath and then began to rotate his hips against her sensitive flesh, rubbing her in a way he knew would set her off. He buried his head against the base of her neck and bit down lightly as he felt her convulse beneath him.

Chloe was boneless in the wake of her second orgasm. She felt Oliver pulling away from her, surprising since he was still just as hard as he'd been when they started.

"Turn over," he whispered, kissing her gently.

Oh God. Liquid heat started blooming through her belly and thighs again as she turned to lie on her stomach. She'd just had two spine tingling orgasms – there was no way she could go again, was there? But her body seemed to have other ideas as she felt him behind her. He licked a trail down the curve of her spine before cupping her ass in his large hands, squeezing a bit roughly. She whimpered, her hips pushing against his hands as if they had a mind of their own.

He squeezed again. "You have the most perfect ass I've ever seen," he said, his voice rough and uneven.

Under ordinary circumstances she'd have called bullshit on that. Oliver had dated A-list actresses and supermodels, so she doubted that her ass – or any other part of her – was up for that competition. Those thoughts flew right out of her head when she felt his lips trail down to said ass, and she groaned as he bit her there, sucking lightly.

Then he was behind her again, and inside her, this time setting a fast pace as he thrust deeply. His weight pressed her toward the mattress and she grasped at the sheets with one hand as Oliver held the other tightly. His right arm came around her, squeezing her breast before moving down between her legs, rubbing firmly in tandem with his thrusts. Chloe pushed her hips back against his as she came, spots dancing in her vision, and she felt Oliver thrust against her hard once, twice, before his own release hit. He lay against her for a few minutes before he pulled away, and she allowed her eyes to drift shut as sleep claimed her.

When Chloe woke, the full light of morning was streaming through the blinds and Oliver was still sleeping peacefully beside her, his arm across her waist. She turned her head on the pillow to look at him, careful to keep her movements quiet so as not to wake him. His face was turned away from the light, and he looked so handsome it sent a little ache through her chest. She'd just had the five best orgasms of her life in the space of a few hours. How was she supposed to forget about that and go back to being Oliver's trusty Watchtower?

Suck it up, Sullivan. You knew last night that this was a one-off. Oliver is not going to suddenly make flowery gestures and confess his love for you – be realistic. She sighed and moved carefully off the bed and into the bathroom, gathering her clothes on the way. Her body was sore in the best possible way, and a few faint marks were silent reminders of how Oliver had touched her the night before. She washed up and dressed, feeling self-conscious and not looking forward to the walk of shame she was going to have to do later when she went back to her dorm. At least she had her dress coat – the heels, however, were a dead giveaway.

She emerged from the bathroom and with shoes in hand, she tip-toed quietly out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen. Stay and face the morning after or make a run for it? She was sorely tempted to hightail it back to her dorm and send Oliver a text letting him know she was fine and thanking him for a great night. Only the knowledge that he would likely follow after her kept her there. If they were going to talk this through, the last thing she wanted was an audience or the possibility that Clark might interrupt them.

So she set about making coffee, pulling out her phone to check her messages. Lois had texted her repeatedly, wanting to know how her hot date had gone. If only she knew, Chloe thought ruefully. Now that she was thinking with a clear head again, she wondered if Lois would mind that she had hooked up with her ex. Not that Lois and Oliver were like that anymore, but still – she'd kind of broken a cardinal girl rule. If the situation was reversed, she wouldn't want to see Lois with Jimmy. That image elicited a giggle as she imagined the hell Lois would put Jimmy through in a relationship.

"You're in a good mood."

Chloe jumped, swallowing hard as she turned to look at Oliver. He was leaning against the doorway, smiling at her, looking good enough to… yeah, don't go there. "Hey."

"Hey yourself. Hungry?" He moved into the kitchen, and she felt her heart rate speed up as he got closer. She had a terrible feeling that was going to be a recurring problem whenever she was with him. Clearly, she hadn't thought the situation through very well. Instead she'd allowed her hormones to lead her into a one night stand with a man she was helplessly attracted to and had no hope of avoiding in the future. Dumb, dumb, dumb.

"I'm fine with coffee," she managed to reply, gesturing to her cup.

"You know, coffee is not a food group, Chloe," he teased her as he leaned down and kissed her.

Chloe stiffened slightly as she tried to clamp down on her hormones, and she pulled away from him. "I disagree," she said lightly, hopping down off the stool and taking her cup over to the sink. Without looking at him, she continued. "Thanks for… last night. It was very educational." It was very educational? Nice, Chloe. "Uhm, and fun. Definitely fun and educational. I should go, though – get back to the dorm. I have a paper to finish writing, and I have some research I need to do for an article. Kahn is a stickler for details, and I have to be on my toes if I want a permanent position when I graduate." She rinsed out her cup, biting her lip at the silence behind her. "And I have laundry – I really hate doing laundry at the dorm, you know, sharing the washers and dryers. I guess I could haul it all to Smallville and use Clark's, he doesn't mind." Great, now she was just babbling. He doesn't care what your plans are for the rest of the weekend, she mentally chided herself. She gathered her courage and turned to look at Oliver.

He had the strangest expression on his face, seemingly both amused and confused. He cleared his throat. "Laundry, huh? Sounds exciting. I had plans, too." He moved across the room and pinned her in against the counter. "And since they involved fucking you in every room of my apartment for the rest of the weekend, I'd really like it if you stuck around."

Holy hell. "What?"

Oliver lifted her onto the counter and met her eyes. "I think we got our wires crossed last night, Chloe. When I asked you to come home with me, I wasn't suggesting a one night stand."

"You weren't?"

"No – more of an arrangement." He bent his head and kissed her neck.

"An arrangement?" What the hell did that mean, she wondered, eyes drifting shut against her will as his lips brushed her neck. She pulled away and tried to corral her thoughts into some semblance of order. "Oliver, we can't… date. I mean I guess we can, but there's Lois, and the team, and Clark… I think it's better if they don't know what happened between us."

"And I'm not suggesting we advertise it," he countered. "What I mean is that you're not seeing anyone, and I'm not seeing anyone… so maybe we could see each other. Naked. As often as possible. After all, you've still got a whole bag of goodies we haven't even pulled out yet."

Chloe's heart sank – this was about Oliver's idea that she'd suddenly gained a desire to explore bondage and fetish play. She should've known that Oliver would never be interested in just her. "I have a confession to make about the stuff I bought. I never intended to actually use any of it."

Oliver looked at her curiously. "Okay. Then why did you buy it?"

Chloe felt her cheeks flushing. God, this was embarrassing. "That night I came over here, I ran into Jimmy with his new girlfriend. I just didn't want to deal with them, so I went into the closest shop, and it turned out to be Love Stuff. And then they came in, and Jimmy was being a condescending jackass about my presence in that store, like the idea of me buying sex products was… out of the realm of possibility. And so I bought a few things. I had every intention of returning most of it." She looked up at Oliver, feeling nervous.

His expression was unreadable. "Why didn't you just tell me that?"

Chloe threw her hands up in exasperation. "I don't know – maybe because you pissed me off too, teasing me about it. Between you and Jimmy, I felt like some sexless workaholic with no life. I mean, I'm not a prude, Oliver. But if the reason for your sudden interest is that you think I'm some kind of closet… kink beast…"

Oliver's lips twitched. "Kink beast?" He laughed, pulling away when she slapped his chest. "Ow."

She scowled at him. "It's not funny."

"I'm sorry, but yeah, it's kind of funny. And I definitely did not think you were a closet kink beast."

She looked at him in confusion. "Then why, all of a sudden, are you so interested?"

"Not all of a sudden, Chloe. I've acknowledged a passing interest before, I just chose not to pursue it – pretty much for the same reasons you stated before – Lois, Clark, and the team. But here we are, the morning after. We can't exactly unring that bell. And now every time I look at you, I'm going to be thinking about how you sound when you're coming apart underneath me. I don't need kinky toys to be attracted to you."

Chloe's heart leapt wildly. "You're suggesting that we keep… seeing each other. In secret." Bad idea – tell him it's a bad idea. You are in way over your head, and the water's only going to get deeper from here. Tell him. She ignored the voice of reason. "How would that work?"

"Exactly the way it did last night," he replied with a smirk, leaning in to kiss her. "When we're available, we see each other. And personally, I vote that you don't return all of the love stuff – you have no idea how many fantasies I've had this week involving you and that sexy cop costume. We don't have to use anything you're not comfortable with, but if you want to broaden your horizons a little…" he lowered his head to kiss the sensitive skin beneath her jaw, "I'd be more than happy to lend my expertise."

She drew in an unsteady breath, her knees parting to allow him to move in closer. It was a bad idea on so many levels she couldn't even list them all. She wasn't sophisticated enough, or experienced enough, to play this game without the possibility of getting hurt. "And what happens when it's over?"

He pulled back, frowning a little. "Kind of a defeatist attitude."

"More like realistic." She arched a brow and waited.

"Then we're still friends, Chloe. I do actually care about you, you know."

Her expression softened. He'd certainly demonstrated that the night before. "I know."

Oliver pulled her closer. "So?"

She took a deep breath, ignoring the warnings that little voice was still frantically tossing around in her head. "Okay. I'm in." She shrieked as he suddenly pulled her off the counter and lifted her against him.

Oliver smiled at her. "So, I'm free this weekend. How about you get what you need from your dorm and come back over? I'll let you use my washing machine and everything."

Chloe ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him. "Sounds like a plan." Bad idea or not, she wanted to be with him again, wanted to feel the way he'd made her feel the night before. She'd deal with the consequences later.

A/N: I appreciate all of the support for this story, and I hope if you're reading that you enjoy the update.