Okay, I tried to make this mostly about Chloe, and she is in here in every scenario, but I couldn't help but put some Clois in this chapter. This story is technically about them, so it makes sense I put some fluff between Lois and Clark in every chapter. However, there is a lot of Chlollie in this chapter as well. Anyway, enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Smallville. You should know by now.
The foursome met up at LuthorCorp as planned and were soon boarding Oliver's private jet. While Oliver and Clark were hauling suitcases into the storage compartments over the seats, Lois and Chloe were checking out the mini fridge.
"Wow, Ollie," Lois smirked. "You've got quite the stash here. Pinot Grigio, Smirnoff, Bacardi…ooh, even Tequila!"
"Well, in honor of our trip to Mexico, I figured Casa Noble Tequila Crystal would be a nice touch," Oliver replied, closing the storage compartment.
"Well, then, by all means," Lois smiled, pulling the bottle out of the fridge while Chloe picked up some glasses. "Let's drink to our special weekend where anything can happen. Oh, and we'll make use of that Heineken I spotted later." She winked at Oliver.
They all raised their glasses to clink together with huge grins before downing the strong Mexican alcohol.
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The plane ride down to the exhilarating paradise was running fairly smoothly, mostly due to the way they passed time. Clark and Oliver sat at the table of the jet and played cards while knocking back the Heinekens from the mini fridge. Lois and Chloe were lounging on the couch sipping their mixed drinks. Lois had found a carton of orange juice and mixed them screwdrivers with the vodka.
"So, Chlo, how are you and Ollie doing?" Lois asked, swirling her drink in her glass.
"We're doing great. He's such a dork sometimes, but he's good to me," Chloe responded with a sheepish smile.
"Are you still going with your 'we're not dating,' mantra?" Lois tossed her a pointed look.
"Think what you want, but it works for us," Chloe said.
"I just don't see the point of it being casual when it's so obvious you two make each other deliriously happy," Lois said before taking a long swig of her drink.
"Uh huh, enough about me. What about you? It's totally blatant that you and Clark are perfect for each other, yet you are still in the granny lane of your relationship," Chloe retorted.
"Granny Lane," Lois snorted. "Don't talk about my grandmother." Chloe laughed and shook her head. "It's just that I don't want to rush anything. If I make one mistake, I'll lose him and then I have no idea what I'll do."
"Cous, you know that Clark is understanding. He would never hurt you, no matter what."
Lois smiled and her eyes turned to her boyfriend when he shouted in triumph at having winning hand. "Yeah, he's such a boy scout."
"You know, I've seen that our boy scout isn't so noble," Chloe teased, finishing her drink.
Lois moved to mix some more as she answered with a shrug, "He brings out my soft side, I bring out his wild side."
"I always knew you two would end up together. Do you know how amusing it was over the years to hear you gripe about how much you couldn't stand him?" Chloe laughed, downing the drink her cousin handed her.
Lois eyed her cousin's glass suspiciously, but didn't comment. "Uh, yeah, because he was a total dork back then, not a tractor or plaid shirt short."
Chloe laughed. "Lois, please. You can't tell me you thought his dorky farm boy appearance was that much of a turn off."
"No, I didn't say that. I'm just saying he was such a shy, reserved kind of guy and I wanted him to step out of his comfort zone. That's why I teased him the way I did."
"And now look at him," Chloe gestured to her best friend. "Not as confident as an egomaniac, but not as shy as before. A perfect blend of boy scout and the devil."
"Not your best quip, but I'll take it," Lois chuckled, taking a sip of her drink. Chloe just shrugged and reached for the bottle of vodka. "Whoa, what are you doing?" Lois asked, grabbing the bottle from her.
"Getting another drink," Chloe said, a bit of an 'Isn't it obvious?' tone in her voice.
"Chlo, you've had four screwdrivers already when I'm still working on my third. I think we should take a break."
Chloe grinned. "Okay, if you say so." Lois just nodded and got up to put the vodka and orange juice back as Chloe stood to go to the restroom. She was a bit wobbly on her feet, but not enough for anyone to notice.
"Hey, you think we'll have any vodka left for the trip home?" Oliver teased as they put the cards away.
"Very funny. I only had three glasses. Chloe, on the other hand, was making best friends with the bottle," Lois said, standing up from the mini fridge. "I've never seen her so carefree when it comes to drinking."
"Maybe she's in the spirits," Oliver smiled. "Where did she go, anyway?"
"Bathroom," Lois pointed to the restrooms.
Oliver grabbed his beer and made his way toward the restrooms. Lois sat down in his seat and took a drink of Clark's beer. Clark just leaned back in his chair and grinned at her.
"What?" Lois asked cautiously, catching the look on his face.
Clark simply wiggled his eyebrows.
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"Hey, Chloe," Oliver rapped on the bathroom door. "Are you okay in there?"
No sound came from the other side of the door.
Oliver's eyebrows furrowed as he knocked again. "Chloe?" He turned the doorknob and found it was unlocked. He pushed the door open and was surprised when he was suddenly pulled into the tiny bathroom cubicle.
"You brought beer!" Chloe squealed, shutting the door behind him and pulling him closer. She took the bottle from him. "I knew there was a reason I kept you around." She took a generous sip of the beer before Oliver pulled it away from her.
"Chloe, are you alright? You seem, off."
"I'm fine, Ollie," Chloe rolled her eyes. "You know, sometimes, everything just hits ya, and you gotta find ways to take the edge off." She reached for the bottle.
Oliver held it over his head, out of reach for the shorter blonde. "I think you've had enough indulgence for a day. Let's just, uh, let's relax a bit now. Maybe you can sleep it off."
Chloe smiled mischievously as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "You're so cute when you get all caring." She suddenly reached a hand into his hair and pulled his head down for a steamy kiss.
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About half an hour later, Chloe stepped out of the bathroom, breathing a little on the heavy side while straightening out her clothes. She sobered up a bit after their encounter. Oliver walked out after her with a flushed expression and looking slightly disheveled. His hand was wrapped around the now empty beer bottle as the two joined Lois and Clark.
Clark was still sitting at the table where they'd left him, but Lois was sitting on the floor wearing a glare and her arms were crossed over her chest.
"What are you doing on the floor?" Oliver chuckled, tossing the bottle he was holding into the trash. "There is a seat right there." He pointed to the empty chair where she was previously sitting.
"I was sitting there," Lois grunted, standing up from the floor. "But Clark pushed me out of the chair."
The blonde couple looked at Clark with both amused and surprised expressions. "Clark?" Chloe said.
Clark shrugged and took a sip of his beer. "She tried to take my beer."
"So, you tackled her to the ground?" Oliver smirked.
"Yes! Can you believe that?" Lois exclaimed. "What happened to my sweet, dorky farm boy?"
Clark placed his beer on the table and stood up. "I thought you wanted me to embrace my wild side."
"Yes, let loose a little, not pummel me to the floor!" Lois shrieked in irritation, flailing her arms around.
"I didn't pummel you," he smiled, almost deviously. "I merely pushed you."
"Same difference! Now, say you're sorry," Lois stood up straight and placed her hands on her hips.
"For what? Pushing you because you took my beer?" Clark chuckled.
"Yes," she growled. He simply smiled and began advancing toward her. "No, stay right there and say you're sorry." When he didn't listen, Lois started to step back. "Smallville, stay where you are."
"Come on, Lois, let me kiss it all better," he chuckled, continuing to walk toward her.
"No! Stay away from me!" Lois shouted as she bolted to the back of the jet.
Unfortunately, Clark was too fast for her and gently tackled her to the couch. "I just wanna give you a kiss!"
"I don't want your kiss! Now, get OFF me!" Lois struggled underneath him. He turned her over onto her back and pinned her hands by each side of her head. "Smallville, if you don't get off me right now…"
"You'll what?" he challenged before leaning down to kiss her softly.
Lois turned her head before his lips could touch hers and instead, they landed on her neck. Clark began to gently nibble on the spot between her neck and shoulder, moving up to the sensitive spot under her ear. Lois had to bite her tongue to keep from moaning out.
"Smallville," she whispered, desperately trying to keep the passion building inside her out of her voice. "We're not alone."
"No, don't stop on our account," Oliver smirked.
Chloe smacked him the chest. "Stop staring, you voyeur." She turned him to face her. "Let's give them some privacy and go back to the restroom." She grinned up at him, sliding her arms around his neck.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise. Before he could respond, the pilot's voice came over the intercom. "Mr. Queen, we will be landing in about ten minutes."
Oliver moved from Chloe's embrace to reply to the pilot. "Alright, thank you."
Clark was listening to the intercom, so Lois used his distraction to push him off of her. Thrown off guard, he tumbled to the floor. "Okay, now we're even," Lois smiled evilly as she sat up.
Clark threw a glare at her before standing up. Lois and Chloe went to the windows and marveled at the scenery of the city while the boys began to pull the suitcases down from the storage compartments.
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It was around 8:30p.m. when the jet touched down in Mexico.
"Welcome to Cancun," Oliver smiled as he drove in the direction of the hotels.
Both sides of the road were lined up with building after building of hotels, shopping malls, and entertainment happy functions that screamed nightlife. Bright, flashing, neon lights cascaded from every direction and created the chimera of an illuminated wonderland.
"Wow, this place is so beautiful, I don't ever want to leave," Chloe smiled brightly as she looked out of the passenger side window.
"Good luck getting me back on that plane," Lois snorted from the backseat behind Oliver.
Clark just smiled and absently placed a hand on her thigh. Lois was too absorbed in the city outside the car to fully acknowledge his hand, but enough to place her own atop his.
They arrived at the hotel roughly fifteen minutes later and were immediately assisted by doormen and bellboys. The bellboys were stealing glances from the girls, which Lois and Chloe were completely aware of. They winked and smiled flirtatiously at them as they walked into the hotel. The bellboys followed them in like lost puppies, stringing their luggage along, while Clark and Oliver were left carrying their own bags.
"It's amazing how they act like we're not even here when they couldn't keep their hands off us on the plane an hour ago," Oliver spoke somewhat indifferently, but the amusement in his voice was evident.
"That's the Lane-Sullivan duo," Clark chuckled as the two men entered the hotel. "A couple of knockouts."
"You're telling me," Oliver grunted. They tossed their suitcases onto the luggage cart that held the girls' belongings and spotted them still smiling at the bellboys. "Hey, if you two are finished making eyes at those guys, I'd actually like to check out our room."
Lois and Chloe tore their eyes from the cute bellhops and landed on Oliver, who was standing with his hands on his hips. Lois rolled her eyes. "Please, it's not like they can actually understand us."
"Actually, it's part of our job to know English. We're the number one tourist hotel in all of Cancun," the taller bellboy spoke with a slightly heavy accent, tossing a smile at Lois.
Chloe stifled a laugh into her cousin's shoulder as Lois smiled embarrassingly, but covered it with surprise. "Oh, well, isn't that handy." She gave him an up and down glance.
The bellhop merely smiled. Clark huffed and lightly smacked Oliver's back, motioning to follow him to the front desk. The two men checked the four into hotel rooms, retrieved the keys, and separated their suitcases before turning back to their women. They found them in conversation with the two bellhops. Clark and Oliver looked at each other before glaring at the girls.
"Alright, the room is ready," Oliver said, cutting into their conversation. He grabbed a hold of Chloe's upper arms from behind. "We should get going." He gently nudged her toward the elevators with their luggage, but not before throwing a glare at the bellboys.
"Oh, come on, Ollie. I was just talking to them…" They heard Chloe's voice trail off as they walked away.
Clark looked down at Lois. She met his eyes. "So, what? Are you going to drag me off like that, too?"
He stared at her for a moment. "No."
"No?" she asked in disbelief.
"Nope," he said with a brief shake of his head. "I'm going up to my room and get settled in before meeting with Oliver and Chloe to see what our plans are. You," He glanced at the bellboys before looking back at her. "You can do whatever you want."
He began walking away, pulling their luggage cart along with him, when she grabbed onto his arm. "That's it? You're just gonna let me stay here?"
"You seem to be having a good time, Lois. Why would I make you leave? It's your vacation, too. I just want you to be happy." He gave her his famous Kent smile.
Lois glared at him. "If you want me to be happy, then express when you're jealous. Don't let me flirt with random guys like you don't care."
"You don't like me telling you what to do, but you'd let me tell you what to do." Clark was truly confused.
"Exactly," she said. "See, Smallville? It's not that hard to comprehend."
"You know you're completely insane, right?" he asked as he followed her to the elevators.
Lois pushed the elevator button to go up before turning back to her boyfriend. "You realize who you're talking to?" she retorted with narrow eyes.
The doors opened and the two stepped into the lift, pulling the cart behind them. Clark pressed the button to the sixteenth floor once the doors closed, then turned to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her against him. "You do know I'm crazy about you?" He let his eyes fall to her lips.
"You'd be crazy if you weren't," she spoke barely above a whisper.
He rolled his eyes, but couldn't help the grin forming on his face. He leant down, placing his lips on hers in an ardent kiss.
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The bar was in full swing by the time the group of four arrived around 10p.m. The joint was packed with over-the-top drunks, business associates trying to close deals, and raging party animals that brought about the most noise. Oliver held Chloe's left hand while her right was latched onto Lois's left hand, leaving her right one open to drag Clark behind her as they navigated through the crowd over to the bar.
"Hey! Bartender!" Oliver motioned to guy behind the bar. "Can we get a couple of beers?"
"No, no. How 'bout some bubbly?" Chloe interjected.
The bartender nodded and went to prepare their drinks.
"Bubbly?" Lois asked.
"Yeah," Chloe replied cheerfully as the bartender approached with their glasses. "We're on vacation in one of the most beautiful places on Earth. Let's toast to that." She raised her glass.
The other three raised their drinks. They all clinked their glasses and took sips. Lois, Clark, and Oliver eyed Chloe as she took a huge mouthful of the champagne.
"Hey, Chlo, you might want to take it easy," Lois cautioned.
"Oh, come on. It's not like I have to work in the morning," Chloe retorted, rolling her eyes. "Hey, tender! Bring over that bottle of bubbly!"
"Whoa, slow down," Oliver said. "Babe, what's going on? You've been drinking like this all day. Don't think I didn't see you in the hotel room sneaking in that Heineken you stole from the jet."
"Chloe!" Clark raised his eyebrows in surprise as the bartender set the bottle down on the counter next to them.
"What? Sometimes you gotta unwind and relax," Chloe shrugged as if it was nothing.
"Yeah, I get that. But, Chloe, there are other ways to relax," Clark said.
"Oh, boo! Who invited buzz kill?" Chloe said, rather annoyed. "Maybe someone should slip you some red K. You're way too uptight right now."
"Red k?" Lois questioned.
Clark and Oliver glanced at each other nervously. "Uh, don't listen to anything she says, Legs. She's obviously drunk and delirious." Oliver chuckled.
"I'm not delirious!" Chloe shouted at her boyfriend. "Tell her, Clark! Tell her the truth!"
"The truth about what?" Lois narrowed her eyes at the tall brunette man standing next to her.
"Well, uh…" Clark stuttered, but before he could try to explain Chloe's drunken mishap, two girls approached them.
"Hi," said the tall blonde woman. "I'm Clea and this is my friend, Lauren." She pointed to the smiling brunette next to her.
"Hello," Lois said dejectedly.
The two women look to her for a moment before turning to look at Oliver. "We were just wondering if you'd like to grab a drink with us."
"Uh…" Oliver started.
The brunette nudged Lois aside as she moved to link her arm through Clark's. "You could join us," Lauren smiled flirtatiously.
Clark just stared at her nervously, but he was only nervous about what Lois would do.
"And what? We're here to baby-sit?" Lois growled, eyeing the one with her arm around Clark.
"Yeah, and I don't know who you bimbettes are, but you better keep your eyes off my man!" Chloe said angrily, though her words were slurred and her drink sloshed around as she waved her glass about.
"Looks like your man could use someone a little more fun," Clea smirked.
"Oh, no," Oliver mumbled as he saw Chloe's face turn red in fury.
"Listen, here, fake nose, plastic boobs, bottle blonde, if you don't get to stepping, I will rip out every piece of you you're trying to pass off as real," Chloe threatened, tossing her glass at Oliver.
Oliver scrambled to catch the glass before it fell and the drink spilled all over the front of his shirt. Lois stepped between Chloe and Clea, holding her cousin back.
"Chlo, don't," Lois said. "It's not worth it."
"Uh, yeah, you know what?" Clark spoke up, releasing Lauren's arm from his. "I think it might be best if you two just go."
"Well, we have an extra seat," Lauren smiled. "If your friend isn't available, you could join us."
Lois halted from keeping Chloe back and turned to face the brunette. "Okay, what part of seeing the two of us with the two them makes you think they're single? Are you really that stupid?"
Clea and Lauren looked at each other before giving Lois a long once over. "I didn't see much," Clea sneered.
Before anyone could move a muscle, Lois swung her fist and it collided with Clea's jaw.
"Lois!" Clark shouted in shock.
Chloe shrugged out of Oliver's grasp, stumbling a bit, and threw a punch at Lauren's nose. "Chloe!" Oliver pulled her back to him.
"Told you not to mess with us, bitches," Chloe snarled.
Clea cradled her jaw as Lauren held her nose as blood poured from their faces. They hauled ass out of the bar in tears as Clark and Oliver stared at their respective women, astonished.
"What the hell was that?" Oliver asked.
"Bitches was trippin'," Lois muttered as she shook out her shoulders.
"You didn't have to punch them out," Clark exclaimed.
"Like hell!" Chloe shouted. "That little tramp thought she could hit on my man!"
"Alright, Chloe. But you didn't have to knock her in the face," Oliver scolded, but couldn't help the smile on his face. Seeing his girlfriend punch someone out was quite a turn on.
"Oh! So, you rather me step aside and let that skank drape herself all over you?" Chloe slurred, turning to poke him in the chest.
"No, no! I was just saying that we could have handled it a little differently," Oliver suggested.
"There is no other way to handle a skank then a sucker punch to the face," Chloe smirked. "Besides, that was fun! I wanna punch someone else." With that, she swung her fist to Oliver's face, but he dodged her quickly, grabbing her fist and swinging her over his shoulder.
"Alright, I think that was enough excitement for her tonight. We'll just go back to the hotel."
"Alright, see you later," Lois shouted after them. "Don't forget. Beach tomorrow."
"Got it," Oliver shouted before exiting the bar.
The two watched as he carried Chloe out before turning to each other. Clark looked nervous while Lois turned to him, pissed off.
He cleared his throat. "So…"
She crossed her arms over her chest. "You have a lot of explaining to do."
"Right," Clark said. He smiled innocently.
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"Ollie! Can we use the hot tub tonight?" Chloe asked.
Oliver chuckled and slapped her ass lightly. "Not tonight, babe. You're a little too drunk."
"I'm not that drunk! I'm just a little tipsy," Chloe retorted.
"Chlo, you're wasted. You can barely walk. I think you should just drink some coffee before you pass out and in the morning, take some aspirin, okay?" Oliver said as he hailed a cab. "We can't ruin our beach day tomorrow."
"Ooh, beach!" Chloe squealed as she was placed into the cab. "I got this sky blue bikini that looks sooo good on me."
Oliver gave the driver directions to the hotel before looking back at her. "Believe me, anything you wear looks good on you. I can't wait to see it."
Chloe grinned and kissed him passionately.
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