Ollie had a dream… do you remember? It was a very 'entertaining' dream for him. But all positives in life have negatives, that is simply the way of the world.

And I know you all want smut. Hell, I want smut, but the plot isn't going to let it happen till it happens, so cool your jets and try keep some peace by reading some Ollie/Chloe moments goodness.

Chapter Five; Shopping?

Chloe woke first at 5:26 am, not expecting to be so comfy or have slept so well. Never mind the fact she'd slept for 7 hours solidly. With a tiny stretch she realised she was laying across Oliver's chest. She blushed and slipped back, careful not to wake him. As she tried not to get freaked out that she had snuggled to him while she slept, she became utterly aware of the tenting of the sheets around his groin. She bit her lip and tiptoed into the bathroom, her face fire-engine red. Maybe being in the same bed as Ollie was a bad idea. It did wonders for her self-esteem, but waking up like that every morning… Chloe let herself have a good giggle as she showered; getting it out of her system she qualified. It wasn't that Ollie's presence magically lowered her maturity level, nor was it that she liked that she could have that effect. No, it was simply so she wouldn't laugh at him later, that was all.

She re-bandages the cuts that needed it and rummaged around for a dark blue shirt this time. It was still button up, considering he had more of those, for business she suspected, and also since it hurt to raise her shoulder to much for an over the head shirt. She turned back on her way out; Oliver was still sleeping, bless him, and he looked so sweet and angelic. She had to forcibly remove herself from the room before she crawled back to bed and to his warmth.

She blocked out the tiny voice in her head that told her to go back and to find out just how well endowed her blond billionaire was and instead focussed on the task on making breakfast. Today: pancakes.

After she fed herself and had her morning coffee she started on a book from Ollie's bookcase. Soon she was deeply engrossed, sprawled out on the sofa, reading about a female spy, which the main character constantly admired as he tried to lay a finger on her.

Oliver's waking up was slightly later, and greatly different. A great dream, he could admit that, but the consequences weren't brilliant. He just hoped Chloe was out before little Ollie decided to wake up and come play. He took his release in the shower, playing on the ideas his dream conjured. He dressed for a day off, in a simple white shirt and old jeans. He emailed some work then closed off business for the rest of the day. Strangely his nose picked up the smell of pancakes. He followed it.

Chloe was still lost in the book as Ollie made movement.

"Do you want pancakes?" she asked, her eyes not so much as fluttering up from the page. Ollie averted his gaze from her bare legs and settled into his desk chair. She was wearing another of his shirts, and how it made his groin throb. She was his, he thought.

"You made pancakes?"

"Hmm, do you want some?" She looked up from the book and smiled, sliding in a scrap of paper as a bookmark.

"I suppose I could…" She made her way into the kitchen, he followed. "You don't have to make them, I can do it myself. Go back to the book." She refused to hand over the frying pan.

"Ollie, I can't go out anywhere for a while and I don't have any clothes yet, and if I'm staying-"

"Which you are." he confirmed

"Then I need to do my part. Also, we'll talk rent later. But I don't mind making you breakfast. And the book will keep me company the majority of the day so I don't need to read it all now." Ollie sighed and sat down at the table, watching her cook. It was darn sexy. He couldn't remember the last time a woman had cooked for him and somehow that turned him on ever-more-so. He shuffled in his jeans.

"Okay, first, you are going out today, we'll be going shopping-"

"In this?" She tugged at the shirt questionably.

"We will be going shopping, and secondly, you won't be paying rent, this isn't a hotel service. This is me, helping a friend. And lastly, I have many more books you can read." he continued like she hadn't spoken.

"Again, Mr Queen, you seem to be confused. Usually women don't go shopping in nothing more than underwear and a man's shirt. Also, I don't want to be a charity case, so I will be earning my keep somehow if you won't accept money." She slid the pancakes onto a plate and set them in front of Oliver. He dug in, letting his mind detach from his voice and explore all the ways she could repay him. By coincidence, they all seemed to involve one of them being naked in some way.

"I have an idea." he stated, swallowing a bite of pancake. "I let you stay here for free, on the condition you make me breakfast."

"Seriously, wow. You come cheap. How about breakfast every morning, and I can clean?" Ollie shook his head.

"No need. I already have a maid." He waved the fork around then threw another pancake bite into this mouth.

"Of course you do" she mused aloud. "Well, what about if… well, I don't know, but breakfast isn't a lot. I could make dinner. I can't cook much, but I can learn, and whatever I do cook is usually edible. Lois hasn't dropped dead yet."

"Well that sounds promising. Breakfast, and maybe, sometimes, if we don't go out to eat, then you can make dinner. Deal?" He stuck his hand out, balancing the mostly eaten pancakes on his other hand.

"If I think of something else…"

"Then we'll change it." he finished for her and she shook his hand. "These are good, by the way." He waved the fork at the empty plate after shoving the last bite into his mouth. Chloe smiled and took the plate from him to the sink. "Oh, and clothes-wise. There's a package I picked up last night for you. It's under the couch." He watched her eyes flicker alight with happiness and surprise.

"Ooooh" She left the kitchen with a skip and he laughed at her eagerness. As predicted, and secretly hoped, Chloe's next word was one of confusion and wariness. "Ollie…" she called from the sofa.

"Yes dearest?" he called back with a smirk. She returned holding an expensive green dress before her.

"I can't go out in this. It's probably more expensive than what I made last year."

"It's a good thing you didn't buy it then." He tossed an apple in the air, caught it, then bit.

"Ollie…"

"It's either the shirt, which suits you well, or the dress. Either way I'm taking you out today." She scowled. "There's some pretty lacy underwear too." He winked at her cheekily. He laughed at her murderous expression.

"Thank you." she ground out through her teeth and left with the dress in hand.

"You're welcome. Be ready by 10." he called back. She was definitely a change from the other girls that claimed his attention. Though recently, even those had held nothing of interest for him. Only really Chloe. And now his torturous seductress had moved in. This wasn't going to be easy. Fun. But not easy. He sighed and took another bite from his apple.

Chloe settled for a DVD while Ollie had to take care of a business emergency. Apparently some corporate titan had a death wish on the company. She still sat in his shirt, unwilling to take it off till she had to. Plus it was perhaps the comfiest thing she'd ever worn. Maybe because it smelled like Ollie. Maybe because it was expensive. Who knew?

The movie was a terrible romantic and didn't hold her attention very well. The acting was low rate and the plot was paper thin. It didn't help that every time she heard a noise she spun around to check it out. With Ollie gone, so had her security, and hence came the nerves perched continually on edge. The flight instinct rose to a flicker of light or loud noise on the movie. She was mad with herself. She shouldn't want to run at every un-natural event. She needed to learn to fight back, to face her fears, which currently were amounting to a great deal. The TV couple were running from the chapel laughing wildly and she tried to settle back into her skin. Maybe if it was an action movie she could pick up a few moves that weren't 'run for your life'. Then again, maybe Ollie would teach her… She scoffed at her own thought, Ollie wouldn't want her fighting, and she knew that much without even asking him. Still… it was worth an ask. The elevator clunked into action and she whipped around, her fists forming, knuckles blanching.

"Honey. I'm home." Ollie called as he stepped out and Chloe visibly relaxed, sinking back into the sofa, releasing her hands. His smile was infectious and flopped onto the couch next to her feet as he undid his suit jacket.

"Welcome back sweetie, how was your morning?" she played along and shuffled around to sit next to him. He laughed and leant back, stretching his arms out.

"I almost killed a man, but otherwise… it's improving." He winked at her. "I brought food." Magically he produced a brown paper bag and set it on her lap. "Go ahead. I ate mine on the way."

She didn't hesitate in devouring the chocolate chip cookies and extra foamy super caffeinated coffee.

"Movie sucks." she told him, wiping the cream moustache from her upper lip with her hand. Ollie's eyes followed.

"Well. I did warn you." he replied and rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly. "Hey." he accused suddenly seeing her since he came in. "You're not dressed… unless you changed your mind and I get the pleasure of taking you shopping in my shirt. It does suit you, but I don't think everyone's comments will be as nice." He smirked, hoping to hell she wasn't going to even walked outside like that. He'd have to start breaking noses for every guy that looked at her. Yeah… he was possessive.

"Oh please. You're tall enough for me to get lost in this thing" Unknowing of the effect, she lifted the shirt up to prove her point, giving him the perfect line of sight at her braless cleavage. He tried to look away, honestly. He knew it was wrong to stare right down her chest and get lost in her beautiful twins. He couldn't even stop the thoughts that followed; how perfectly each would fit his hand, then their taste. God she was unbelievably overpowering him. Only when she dropped the shirt and stood to turn off the movie could he restart brain functioning and breathing.

"Ollie I can't go out in that dress." she protested, crossing her arms under her breasts and only accentuating them more.

"Alright, com'on then." He took her elbow and gently urged her to the elevator.

"Ollie, I can't go out in this." No, she really can't he thought. She wouldn't make it another step without him ravishing her.

"Well, I did give you the choice…" She crossed her arms again. If she only knew how much power she had over him. A tiny woman bringing the billionaire playboy to his knees. Even worse that she could turn the mighty green arrow to dust with a simple whisper in his ear.

"Fine." she finally huffed. "Give me five minutes."

He sighed and tapped his watch, leaning against the wall and she ran off to get changed.

Her heart was thumping. How did he possess such a hold over her? She was a strong leader, guiding them to safety through violent explosions, and still able to keep a cool head. But put her in close quarters with a piercing stare and teasing playful voice like Ollie's and she could feel herself die quietly inside.

Eight minutes later the first glimpse of emerald green was shown. A heel on the steps. He watched her float down, dress hugging her curves, covering scars from view. She was a vision in his colour, screaming for him to take her. She glided across, sliding her arm around his in the elevator.

"If I fall, it's your fault." she warned while they descended. "These heels are ridiculous." she muttered, clutching closer as they jutted and came to a stop.

Maybe he had told her to wear them so he could feel her on his arm, maybe to catch her when she falls, or maybe the line of her legs and shape of her ass in them just made him drool too much to pass up. Either way, he approved of his choice all over again.

He held open the passenger door of his newest car for her. She just raised an eyebrow questioningly and stood, balancing on Ollie still.

"What? You don't like the car?" he asked. She coughed a laugh.

"No, I'm sure the car is fine. It's black, shiny, and probably goes a million miles an hour. I'm just wondering how exactly you expect me to get in it without either flashing you or tearing the dress." she replied honestly. Ollie laughed.

"I don't mind if you flash me." She pushed him off balance in response and took another glance at the car. The seats were only an inch of two from the ground, and she so desperately wanted to be elegant while wearing something so expensive. And the dress did look very very expensive. It was backless, showing the only part of her void of scars. The material flowed down to her feet, except on the right hand side where it tiered up to show lovely leg, yet not so much it was considered slutty. The bodice was studded with what looked like diamonds and had thick straps to cover her scars. And along with the wrap Ollie had the thought it include, she had managed to pull off elegant, sexy and scar-less in one look. She couldn't be happier about the dress. But the task of sliding in and out of a car that low was not bringing happy thoughts, well actually it was… and that was the problem. She shouldn't be imagining rolling around with Ollie in the backseat of his car. Not that this car actually had a backseat.

"Chloe? I can move away if you'd feel more comfy flashing the pedestrians." he teased and she snapped back.

"Stand here." She moved him in front of her door. "And close your eyes." she instructed and didn't move till he did so. Sighing she used one hand to hold up her dress to her breasts, and the other to smooth the material. Luckily she didn't show any flesh she wasn't happy showing. She smiled, looking up ready to tell Ollie he could move again, but he was already eyes open and smiling down cheekily to her. Not bothering to berate him she just tugged her door shut and leaned back against the head rest.

The ride there, Ollie gave her a run down of the situation with his business. Not that she understood every word, but she managed to nod and give sympathy in the right places. Getting out was just as much of a struggle and she had to clutch to Ollie till her feet remembered how to walk in heels again, even then she didn't let go of him. He didn't seem to protest.

She was guided to the first store with Ollie still attached; ignoring the glares of the other female shoppers, then instantly whirled to go back out as she read the price tag on the first item.

"Holy crap!" she whispered to him "Have you seen the prices on these?" He stopped dead and she poked him to get him moving again, she needed his arm for insurance against gravity, and well… he was a sweet fit.

"Relax Chloe. It's my treat." That morning Chloe had been on the phone to her bank account company, asking for another credit card since the last was blown apart. They told her it would take a few days. But then Ollie rang a few minutes later and they said she could get a new one immediately. The things you can get if you know the right people. She was over the moon about having financial independence again. She was not letting Ollie buy her everything. Starting now.

"I'm not letting you buy me clothes Ollie, it's not your fault I have a bull's-eyes on my back."

"No, and I appreciate that you can buy your own, I know how much you value your independence. But since I can't let you out of my sight, and I have more than one charity events this months. You will need another dress or two."

"Are you insane?" She nudged his ribs. He just chuckled and walked ahead, leaving her by herself.

"Size six, right?" he called over his shoulder.

"Ollie!" He didn't turn. "Oliver!" she barked then flushed red at the sudden glares from other shoppers. She wheeled around, fishing in her bag for her mobile and she marched from the store.

You do realise that if I die, it's entirely your fault.

Ollie chuckled as he read the text message then sent one back.

I'm coming back to find you soon, as long as you stay vertical you'll be safe.

Chloe shoved the phone back into the purse, not bothering to reply back. She set off, one foot, slowly, in front of the other. The first store she recognised she set her priorities on finding a new outfit to wear for now. No way was she going to continue waddling around in this costume. After visiting the ladies with her newly acquired clothes she snapped off tags and changed into some jeans and baby blue button up, and of course, she changed the death trap shoes into safe and secure flats. 20 minutes later she was wandering into Nights, the store for all your nightly needs. Thankfully Ollie hadn't found her yet, which meant she could lingerie shop and hunt for pyjamas in peace. Her arms were full with shopping bags from all her favourite stores. She knew what she liked and went around quickly, a lot quicker than your average female. But she really needed some more underwear and sleepwear. Sleeping next to a billionaire wasn't exactly a ratty old t-shirt occasion. She browsed leisurely, happy with the reasonable pricings and good quality of the materials. Her fingers walked along the hangers of a lacy underwear set, choosing her size.

"I prefer the green." She jumped at the voice only to have the muscular arms curl around her waist holding her close. Damn Ollie.

"Yes, well. You're not wearing them." She picked up the green set anyway, throwing them in the ever-growing basket. Her credit card had took quite a major hit, and it would only be getting worse, but she did need new clothing, and prior to the explosion, she was thinking of re-doing her wardrobe. Ollie chuckled to her ear making her heart giddy up and start to break-dance. She easily broke his hold and moved to pyjamas. Ollie followed.

"You changed from the dress. Didn't you like it?" He sounded a little wounded. She spun to face him.

"Oh no Ollie. I loved it. But you try wearing a ball gown while shopping. It's more than a little strange being stared at like that."

"Well, I suppose if I did start wearing dresses I would receive a few comments." She laughed and turned back to the racks of nighties.

"Ollie… you're putting me off…" she said after a few minutes of being followed around the shop.

"Hmm? Oh sorry. Would you prefer if I didn't model the clothes for you?" he teased.

"Maybe you should wander around over there for a while; cool off. I promise not to die till you come back." She pointed toward the men's section, tiny compared to the women's.

"I suppose it couldn't hurt. I might find a nice thong my size." he taunted, his lips at her ear.

Chloe finished up without the shadow looming over her and paid. She almost winced at the thought of her poor bank account. True, it had seen better days, but it wasn't every day you got hunted down and killed. Or all your belongings burned past recognition. She settled against a wall as she waited for Ollie to wander back. The insurance would kick in soon, and then the massive gaping hole would be just a little smaller she thought to herself and sighed.

"I got you something." He was back at her side again. She furrowed her brow when she saw it wasn't coffee. She really needed an energy kick right now.

"Ollie… whatever it is that could have possibly bought me from that store, I'm sure it's not appropriate." He smiled, not at all put off.

"I took a walk to another few stores while I was waiting." He placed the bag in her free hands, having taken all of her already purchased ones back to the car. Chloe breathed steadily and mentally prepared herself as she opened it. Whatever it was, it was white and fluffy. And… she tilted her head to the side for a better look… were there two of them?

"Okay… thank you." she replied, still not quite sure what they were. He smiled.

"There slippers. Well, slipper boots, the label said. You had cold feet last night and I figured they'd keep you warm." Her heart warmed. They were perfect, both the boots, and her sugar daddy.

"Thank you." she spoke sincerely.

"No problem. Now, I'm guessing you need some coffee." He slung an arm around her and led the way to a coffee shop as she thanked him over and over for being so telepathic. Boy, did she need caffeine.

After a quadruple chocolate chip muffin and two cups of the best coffee money could buy, she sat back, letting the first glimpse of sun for the day wash over her.

"I suppose this would be the point where I can ask you for anything and you'll say yes." Ollie guessed and her eyes narrowed. "Nothing big, just that… well, if you're up for it, Clark has another possible location to check out tomorrow. We could use a guide."

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?" she asked.

"After last time… we didn't know if you still wanted to. We were all freaked out by that."

"You listen to me Mr Queen. In all my time knowing about you lot, I've been to the brink of death so many times I practically have a groove for my ass in the waiting room there. It takes a lot more than another close encounter to throw me from my podium." He grinned. "Why tomorrow? Why not tonight?" Ollie shrugged.

"As far as I can gather the shipment isn't being delivered till tomorrow so there won't be anyone there. Clark said he'd do a sweep tonight and call if he saw anything. I just wanted to clear it with you first."

"Ollie, you know I'm always here when you need me." She smiled back, but it didn't feel quite as believable. In all honesty she was terrified, but they needed her. Her guidance and watchful eyes had always kept them safe, and always would… she hoped.

I know I could have given you some smuttiness in the shower. I know I could have given you more of a plot full of danger and thrills…but I didn't. This is clearly a filler chapter. Next chapter has some miniature smut, some comedy (if you have a warped sense of humour like me) and some adorable Chloe/Ollie moments. You may yell at me after the next chapter if you are still displeased. Ta.

Also…

I am English, so this whole American sizes on dresses doesn't work for me very well, nor doesn't anything to do with America. I actually have to go back and delete English words from my work when I write because I forget half of you won't know what I'm on about.

But if I do get things wrong, please tell me.

Also if you think 'what the hell does this mean?' either find an English person or message me and I'll either explain, or change it.

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