We rejoin our lovers as they crash post-shopping.

Enjoy.

Chapter Six; Relief

Around three o'clock they crashed back at the apartment, shopping bags scattered across the floors. Chloe was half asleep from exhaustion and half shockingly alert from the coffee. A dangerous mix.

"Never again." she muttered. "I refuse to shop ever again." she whined, sprawled across the rug.

"Chlo-a-licious, Clark said you were hiding out here." Bart came through from the kitchen at human speed, chomping on something that smelled greasy and very much like fast food. Ollie slid his arms under hers and pulled her up onto the sofa chuckling.

"Someone else attack her?" Bart asked suddenly at her side, really to fight.

"Nope. Shopping on an empty stomach." he explained.

"Never again." she chanted, eyes closed and kicking her shoes off to drop in two muffled thuds to the floor.

"Owch. Shame. My apologies Chlo." Bart replied. "You need anything?" Chloe just groaned a 'No' and rolled over, arm over her eyes.

"Maybe it's a chic thing." Ollie guessed and watched as Bart patted Chloe's leg in a sweet sympathetic gesture then left.

"Chloe" Oliver spoke some time later. She mumbled a response. "We need to get up." She pried her tired eyes open to a darkened room and… Oliver's bicep? Okay how did she end up like this? She wondered. Her legs had intertwined with his, her core pressed to his thigh, hair spilled across his chest and face buried to his arm.

"Shit" She woke with a bolt, remembering she had dreamt about Ollie naked, and here she was wrapped around him. Thank god she didn't sleep talk. "What time is it?" she asked noting how dark it was. He laughed lightly and flattened her hair back down from the mess sleeping on his chest had caused.

"Around six-ish." She glanced around the room. Oliver was sprawled across the couch with her resting over him, looking content as a cat. The floor still lined with shopping bags. Chloe groaned and unwound herself stepping into the first empty space she could find. Of course as she stood she met the accusing eyes of Dinah who was standing in the doorway to the kitchen looking smug and all knowing. Ollie just looked guilty. "Bart thought you could use some girl therapy after shopping." he explained swinging up to sit and running his fingers through his hair.

"Right." Chloe nodded and silenced whatever Dinah was going to comment on with a glare. Silently Chloe busied herself with collecting shopping bags and taking them upstairs to put away in the wardrobe space Oliver claimed never to use. A few minutes later Dinah followed to find all the clothing laid out on the bed, Chloe armed with scissors to de-tag and organising into piles and onto coat hangers.

"Wow, it's like a bomb went off in here… oops sorry. Poor choice of words." Chloe just laughed as Dinah began her rifling.

"What did you talk to Ollie about?" Chloe asked, knowing Dinah could have tortured information out of him if she so desired.

"Nothing. I was just testing. I offered him a relief from you. That you could come live with me. He vehemently disagreed with my idea, offended my ability to protect you a few times as well, but it looks like he still wants you. Sorry." She laughed and sat amongst the clothing. "So… how's living with Mr loveable?" Dinah tried for off-hand but Chloe saw straight through it. She censored her answer, ignoring the 'incident' in the bedroom when she woke this morning.

"Good, nothing bad has happened yet. I'm still alive too, which is obviously a good thing."

"Hmmm, so nothing… sexual?"

"If you're fishing for a pick me up to your own sex life, this pond is empty." Dinah laughed, despite Chloe's 'drop it' tone.

"I'm just casually hinting that there's a very attractive blonde sleeping in the same bed as you, and you're doing nothing about it. Not to mention the massive boner he has for you." Chloe flushed red, that morning's events rushing back to her. Thankfully she was turned away from Dinah, fiddling with a zipper though it needed no attention. "Nice dress by the way." Dinah picked up the green gown Ollie had bought for her.

"Ollie bought it for me…" Chloe took said dress, smoothing out the material and piling it with the other things she dubbed as 'extreme formal'

"Oh, I see. You got yourself a sugar daddy. Good choice, how are you paying him back for this one I wonder?" she hinted and picked up the new dresses Ollie had also bought her today. They all stood out from her other clothes, practically screaming their expense at viewers.

"Dinah, believe it or not: but Oliver Queen is in no way my sugar daddy. And I don't have to pay him back with anything your dirty mind will conjure. Just a few charity events with him."

"Ah Charities… always helping people out. I have no doubt they'll help Oliver get you naked as well. Nothing like a big ball with pretty dresses to lower your impenetrable guard." Chloe turned back, her eyes ready for murder and closing the conversation with no more than a 'humph' from Dinah.

Even if it killed her Dinah would see those two together at last, you could feel the tension in the air, and the chemistry could power a nuclear reactor. Yep, she felt she was drowning in lust as soon as she walked into his apartment and saw them together cuddled oh so sweetly. Of course, a few coughs had woken Ollie and he had unwound his arms from her, Chloe was a little more resistant.

The night progressed uneventfully, Dinah teased some more then left to get changed for her date, Ollie did some business, and Chloe got lost in another book. Eventually Ollie found her crashed on the couch, book open in her lap, eyes closed letting dreams take control. He cradled her in his arms and took her to bed, slipping off the slipper boots he bought her, and sliding the jacket from her shoulders without her waking. He changed from his jeans and soon she was curling back into his body warming his skin and dragging him down into another pleasing dream.

There they were; back on the sofa. Only Dinah hadn't rudely slapped him awake and neither he nor Chloe had sleep on their minds. There his princess was, straddling his waist in nothing but the green lingerie set she had purchased earlier, pressing her hips against his. Her hands squeezed his shoulders as she kissed and sucked at his neck, spiking his pulse. His fingers were slipping into her panties, feeling the soft skin, the tight curls and wet pussy. She moaned at his contact, her fingernails digging into him, pushing the pleasure/pain barriers.

"More. I want more Ollie." she mewled, arching her back, grinding against his fingers for more movement. "Please." she continued to beg and he submitted, pushing a single finger inside her heat. She cried out, her lips slamming back to his, her teeth chewing on his bottom lip, her tongue teasing his when she slipped back.

"Ollie" she moaned, her clothing suddenly vanished, her hands on her breasts, rubbing as he pumped two fingers into her repeatedly. Her eyes closed in pleasure, chewing on her own lip to hold back more guttural sounds of arousal.

"Chloe baby." he rasped and she changed again. Instead of fingers, his shaft was fully buried inside her tight warmth, her walls stretched with his width, rubbing against him with every stroke. Instead of her hands on herself they were hanging onto him, one in his hair, the other around his neck with her lips, sucking on his pulse point. Marking him as her own.

"Ollie. God Ollie. Yes. I'm going to-"

Ollie woke shockingly awake, his breath coming in pants choking him. There she was, peacefully encased in blissful sleep; unaware of the effect she had on him. He slipped from the bed, aware again of the strain on his boxers. He really needed some relief. He could not continue to wake up like this every morning. There was too much of a chance of Chloe stirring first and shaming him forever. He rubbed at his temples and wandered into the light of the bathroom, heading straight for the shower. He set it to hot and stepped in, letting the steam evaporate all thoughts but that of Chloe. He soaped up his hands running through his hair and the suds washing caressingly down his chest, like teasing butterfly kisses by a thousand copies of Chloe, all at once pleading with him. With one hand braced against the wall and the other wrapped around his cock he let her fill his mind. Fiction and reality combined to let him see her tiny hands sliding up and down his hard length. Her coy smile and bluey green eyes playing with all his emotions, teasing him further. His grip tightened, imagining a dirty flow of words from her luscious lips as she unyieldingly lengthened strokes. Her nails lightly scraping over him pleasurably, making sure he felt every movement as intensely as she desired. He threw his head back into the spray, eyes closed, groaning. The water pounded against him, his fingers gliding effortlessly along him.

"Chloe." he groaned as his climax overtook his body. His seed jetting out as he continued to thrust, rocking with his strokes, not quite ready to return back to reality yet. Finally, he put both hands on the tiles, letting the cold sober him and steady his rush.

He wanted her.

Once clean and dressed, with Chloe still sleeping, he decided he really did need to loose some of the sexual tension. Even now he was unable to loose her from his mind. His chosen method was exercise; he could do weights, or running. But it wouldn't take his mind of her, it wouldn't remove the urge to sprint back up the stairs and into the bedroom to strip and pleasure her. He dropped his head into his hands and groaned again, he had no self control around her anymore. He needed to find his free will again. Changing back from jeans into some lounge pants he set out his yoga mat and started a familiar routine of stretches.

Chloe rolled over, feeling a sudden loss of her neighbouring warm body. She rolled again, patting out with her hands then finally cracking an eye open to find Ollie was nowhere to be seen. He must have already got up, she presumed and rolled from the bed to find herself already clothed. Damn, she fell asleep reading, now she remembered. Oliver must have carried her upstairs. She made the bed back up and dug out some clothes and essentials for a good peaceful bath. And what a bath it was. It had Jacuzzi jets build in that pounded out all tension and made the bubble bath go wild.

When polished to perfection she pulled on some shorts and camisole top with a cream cardigan and started for the stairs. Then froze at the top and sat, watching as Oliver stood on one hand, upside down, with the other behind his back. He was facing the windows, the sun pouring in, shadowing his fabulous muscles and leaving her speechless and with nothing to do but watch in awe. He hadn't realised she was there either, and that gave her even more freedom to let her eyes roam over his body, and it was a delightful show. From Yoga to Tai-chi to his variety of Martial arts, this man got her pulse racing. And what a spectacle of a man he was… except now she was all hot and bothered, with no relief in sight. Finally she could take no more sexual frustration and she was sending her head spinning with desire so she wandered down the steps no caring to silence her footsteps and leant against the wall next to Ollie.

"How's the world look upside down?" He was back with handstands again. She didn't know why, but he seemed to favour them in his workout.

"Dizzying." he simply replied and let his feet drop down and go back to standing. His face was red, but it was to be expected with the blood all partying with gravity in his head. "Did you sleep well?" he asked, pulling a towel around the back of his neck.

"Hm. Thanks for bringing me upstairs. I didn't mean to fall asleep, but it was a good book." He smiled.

"It's no problem. Besides, you looked so cute I couldn't bear to wake you up or leave you to get a stiff neck."

"Like I said. Thank you." She passed him his water bottle. "Have you had breakfast yet?" She sat on the arm of the sofa as he guzzled down the water.

"No. I didn't want to deprive you of your fun. Besides, I can only make cereal." He winked.

"What do you want? Egg? Pancakes again? I'm fully licensed to work toasters. I can even make healthy porridge if the need arises." He smiled, and rubbed the towel over his face and shoulders.

"Whatever you want. Surprise me. I'm not a fussy eater. But no nuts. I'm allergic."

"So Lois has told me. What exactly did Clark tell her about me living here?"

"The truth: you're new apartment had a leaking gas pipe and you came back to find it had sparked on something and exploded. You needed somewhere to crash and I happened to be feeling lonely." He smiled. "I'm also feeling sweaty though so looks like I'm having another shower today." He frowned and shuffled past her.

"Another one? Why did you bother this morning if you were going to be working out?"

"Impromptu work out session. The mood just grabbed me." he lied and disappeared from sight. Chloe sighed, hearing the water turn on and strolled into Ollie's kitchen searching cabinets for food supplies. It was limited to say the least. She frowned at the ceiling, hoping somehow Ollie would feel her displeasure about his eating habits. He was feeling her, but just not in that way. Displeasure wouldn't describe a single action entertaining his brain.

Chloe was sat on the kitchen work top when he came back down, her legs swinging leisurely as she waited.

"When's the last time you ate anything in this apartment?" she questioned as soon as she caught a glimpse of him.

"You made me breakfast yesterday." he recalled and stood next to her. His cologne and shampoo found her nose and toyed yet again with her emotions, she wanted to curl up against him all day and never leave. Maybe he was wearing some sort of pheromones that made her wacky, or maybe that was just Ollie. Unable to hold back, she rolled her fingers through his damp hair, the soft strands tickling her. He welcomed it.

"And before that?" she asked, her mind battling for concentration on the conversation rather than the fantasies she so desperately wanted to act upon.

"I got bored once and experimented with some pasta. But that was a year or two ago." he admitted. Very rarely did he have time to prepare anything in a kitchen, and he was usually in a morning rush so he had a walking breakfast from a coffee shop. And for dinner he would usually have a business meeting or a casual date where he ate. If he got peckish again, he'd either go out, or order in.

"It's a wonder you don't die. You need fresh stuff."

"I get fruit delivered. That's fresh."

"Yeah. Fruit's fresh. I'll give you that much. But we can't go out everyday for breakfast, lunch and then dinner. You may burn off calories quickly, but I'll end up a podgy sack of fat sitting here all day." She cut off his next remark "And no, that's not just a chic thing, that's a scientific 'too many fatty eat outs' thing. You need real food so I can cook something that doesn't have the option of 'to-go'."

"How about if you let me take you out for breakfast today, then we can come back and order some groceries?"

"Order some? Why not go out and actually buy them?" she probed and dropped her hand from his hair.

"That's very wild of you Chloe." he joked. "Fine, we'll go shopping after breakfast. Okay?" Chloe smiled and slid from the counter landing with a soft thump and wrapped her fingers around Ollie's hand dragging him out of his own apartment.

I know...it was just a short chapter. I'm very much ashamed but I really liked it so I won't apologise to your insatiable lust for some Chloe/Ollie smut. Lol, if it helps think of Ollie naked. That always works for me.

Hmmm… Oliver naked…

Oh my, is that drool on my keyboard… How embarrassing…

Feed me back some info please so I can better my writing. Smutty words were never my strong suit.

Next Chapter: Action packed. Big bad makes a return. Oh!

It's nail biting stuff guys 'n' gals, so remember to grow out your stubby fingernails for a good chew.