Ollie and Chloe are getting down and sweaty. Fighting… not the other thing we were all hoping for unfortunately. But I promise it will happen…I'd hardly write a Chlollie fanfic without some real smutty content. That would be wrong. Morally, and ethically.

Chapter Ten; Distraction

Two hours later, and two very sweaty sexually repressed survivors were ready for action.

"Alright, I'm going to try take you" he instructed and wrapped his arms around her from behind. 'Let him take me' she thought, her skin was buzzing, the contact to his chest sending spirals across her eyes. He was so perfect, just there, holding her close. "Do you remember?" he prompted when she didn't immediately move against him. Not that he could take her wriggling her ass against his crotch. He already had pictures of Clark and Ac twirling in bikinis across his mind to quell the thoughts of her. The way she moved with such grace while she fought him was too much. Each block was just another step in her dance of seduction. Did she even know how much she affected him? He doubted it. Even he couldn't believe she had this much of an affect. Sure, she had sweat marks down her back and her hair was messed beyond recognition. But she didn't mind at all. And maybe that was what he liked about Chloe; that she wasn't like every other tart that clung to him. She didn't want his money. She didn't want his status; his name tagged on the end of hers for all her friends to admire. Maybe that was why he wanted to strip off her top and wrestle this tension out right here and now. Or maybe it was the perfume she wore that invaded all his senses placing her front and centre all the time in his mind. Her breathy pants when she got exhausted, her lip biting habit when she got confused, the way she rubbed her left shoulder when she got fidgety; these were all things he loved more and more with every second. She was a demon to him, sent from another plane to charm him, then pull away, breaking the only thing his heart had truly desired. Possibly the only thing his heart fluttered for when he saw her in the morning. The miracle that could excite his pulse, boil his blood and crack his conscience without ever laying a finger on him. She only had to be in the room for his heart to thump against his chest, his cock to leap to attention, and his only interest to be pleasing her over and over. He wanted her, that much had been true for a long while, but now, he didn't just want to taste, to touch. He wanted to hold, to protect, to hear his name tumble from her lips in a claim forever. She was his.

Breaking his daydreams Chloe quickly jabbed her elbow into his stomach, not hard enough to wind, but enough so he felt it. She used his hands as her guide to spin out and face him. The real fight began.

Her once tiny ineffectual fists were becoming more of an issue as he started to notice just how close she was getting to him. Sure, he was going at half speed, and nowhere near serious fighting but she kept time with him and blocked his own moves back without so much as a blink in fear.

A natural.

Chloe felt her back hit a wall and ducked, rounding Ollie again. Sure, she could remember how to block and knew his fighting style enough to anticipate his movements, thanks Brainiac for the fast analysis, but as far as fighting back went, she hadn't landed any hits except the elbow hit he had instructed her to do. And as much as this combat training wore her out and burned out her energy for sex, Ollie glimmering in sweat, dancing across the mats with her, his muscles making her salivate desperately wanting to feel them under her skin, just rushed all her blood down to her sex, her pulse pumping between her legs aching to have him closer. She didn't know if it was worse or better than before, she couldn't even think straight with him in the same room. Her heart beat jumped to a gallop when she woke up next to him, her body would instantly react, begging to be closer. She had hardly felt guilty about Jimmy in the time she was with Ollie, in fact, she had considered more than once taking his ring off. To leave the past where it was and finally free herself. She didn't feel wrong for wanting Ollie, she didn't feel bad for thinking about him, instead it felt good, like it was meant to be. It was much more powerful that what she felt with Jimmy. Jimmy may have been her first and she knew she would always remember him, always love him. But Ollie… he was so… She didn't really know how to describe it, but in a single word she could sum him up with a loud passionate moan.

Lost to her thoughts she missed a kick coming at her and moved away far too late, being lost also made her ignorant to her surroundings and she was cornered against two walls. Unable to block or move from the kick she felt the heel connect with her left side and push her back into the wall with a slam.

"Shit!" she heard over her cough and slumped down the wall. Ollie wrapped his arms around her pulling her back up. "Oh crap Chloe, I'm so sorry. I thought you were-"

"It's not your fault Ollie." She cut off the Clark style guilt marathon and pushed herself up against the wall. "I wasn't paying attention. It was my mistake."

"Chloe. I shouldn't have-"

"Ollie. Seriously. I'm fine. Just a little winded. Give me a second and I'll be fine to carry on."

"No. we're not doing this again. It's too dangerous." He was firm about that point, his tone unfaltering in his remark.

"Well. Maybe not today. But by the end of tomorrow-"

"Not even then. I'm not teaching you to fight Chloe. You could seriously get hurt."

"Ollie, you said you would."

"And now I'm saying I won't"

"I made a mistake. It was my own fault. I need to learn." she argued, scared of loosing her independence again. "Everyone makes mistakes"

"Not everyone gets back up from them. I should have been watching you more closely. I should have known you weren't ready." He shook his head, irritated with himself. "Com'on let's have a look, see if you need the hospital."

"Ollie. I told you I'm fine." He lifted her shirt a few inches up to her ribs, regardless of her words of dismissal. She let him; allowing his fingers to roam like ghosts over her flesh. It hurt, but no ribs felt broken. She'd probably be a walking bruise tomorrow, but it happened. "Ollie, I'm fine. It was just a knock and -ow" she breathed as he put pressure on a spongy bit of muscles under her ribs. "See. No broken ribs." she concluded with a forced laugh. He gave her a look that clearly said 'Chloe, this is not a laughing matter' "Ollie, I swear I'll be fine."

"Can you walk?" he asked, ignoring her re-assurances. He knew his kicks could hurt. She might not have broken a rib, but there was still the chance she had internal bleeding and he would take no chances when it came to Chloe. She was the most precious thing he had and he would die before he marred it. Sighing, not without difficulty, she settled her hands on the wall and pushed off, only to wince as she moved and for Ollie to pull her back to him. He lifted her from the floor and carried her to the kitchen counter, settling her against it while he picked the phone from the hook and used the speed dials to phone Emil. Talk about over-protective.

"Ollie, I'm f-" She was stopped short by him wrapping a hand over her mouth and glaring at her. She rolled her eyes to show her dislike and stared up at the ceiling while he relayed the situation to Emil. She was promised 5 minutes then he would be over to check her out. Without another word he lifted her again cradled bridal style in his arms up the stairs to the bedroom. "Ollie!" She swatted at him. "Put me down. I can walk just fine!" she insisted but he wasn't hearing any of it. "Oh! You're so annoying. I swear if you start blabbing about how sorry you are and how it's your fault I will kill you in your sleep."

"I am sorry though"

"And I am serious" she countered. Finally he set her on the bed and sat next to her, making sure she laid back and didn't start to wriggle. She pulled an unhappy face at him the entire time but he just looked guilty. "Ollie" she called, her voice dropping the anger and replaced by passive thought. "Don't look so down. I really am fine. It doesn't hurt."

"I could have really hurt you Chloe. I was wrong about this." He dropped his head into his hands. She sat up, not without pain, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"Ollie. Look at me." He lifted his head. She did the drunk driver exercise, fingers out then to the nose, then out again. Passing with flying colours. "Perfectly fine, see?" she rubbed her stomach and patted her head, hiding the pain the former caused her, to show Ollie he was feeling guilty un-necessarily. "Do you want me to get up and do I jig? Because I will if it will put a smile on your face."

"Chloe I-" he paused whatever he was going to say then started again. "Please don't ask me to teach you again." He sounded sad. She couldn't help but submit to his wishes, but she had wishes of her own to work with.

"Ollie. I promise, I will not ask you. At least not for the next few weeks till I can stand upside down and juggle coffee cups as normal. But you have to stop with the guilt. It's not your fault. I was miles away."

"What were you thinking about?" She 'umm'ed, not quite sure of the answer. She could say nothing but he would think she had no control over her thoughts. She could tell the truth and risk his response … or she could lie. She chose the latter.

"Psycho guy. He keeps haunting my mind." So it wasn't so much of a lie. He was staring as the evil villain in her melodrama of a life and pursued her fears with an eager chase. The voice came with the shadow of darkness at night and invaded her once peaceful dream.

"We'll find him Chloe. And he'll get what's coming to him." he swore. Before she could reply the buzzer sounded. Emil was here. "Don't move." he ordered and left to let the doctor in. Chloe put a hand to her side as soon as the door clicked closed and released the pained gasp she had kept inside. She knew that wasn't full force and he was going easy, but geez, that man had a hell of a kick on him. She dropped back, breathing slowly as she stared at the ceiling. She listened as the boys moved underneath the floor and rushed the stairs.

"How are you feeling Chloe?" Emil immediately asked as he opened the door. Ollie was directly behind him. She flickered her eyes to Ollie, then back to Emil, not wanting to lie to the doctor, but if she didn't Ollie would get slapped with a huge slice of guilt pie, and she couldn't live seeing him so grieved.

"Like I've told Ollie the last million times. I'm fine, it doesn't hurt that much." Emil raised his eyebrows at her statement somehow seeing the lie undercoating her voice. Yet he didn't call her on it. Instead he spoke to Ollie. His fingers examining her stomach professionally. They were cold and numbed some of the ache.

"I have another case at home I might need. Could you-"

"Sure. I'll get Bart to fetch it." Ollie went for his cell laying on the bedside table

"Actually Bart's out and it's not desperate." Emil turned round to Oliver. "She'll be safe here with me." Oliver shifted his weight from his left foot to his right, then back again.

"Sure. I won't be long. I promise. Call me if anything happens, okay?" He pocketed the mobile and paused at the door, meeting Chloe's eyes.

"Go. I'll be fine." The amount of times she had said that was uncountable, yet not a single time had she convinced him it was the truth.

"I'll be as quick as I can." She nodded and he sped around the door, his feet fast on the stairs. At the sound of the elevator clunking she released a breath and Emil chuckled to himself.

"He's protective isn't he?" he commented. "Now, how about telling me how you're really feeling?"

"Like a truck rammed into me." she confessed with a blush and winced as he found her pained area which was reddening. "How did you know?"

"I've been a doctor long enough to notice the look between patients and visitors to know when someone's about to lie. I have to admit though, usually, they only give that look when they've been beaten by their partner and he's made her swear secrecy. So I get rid of him on some false charge and make her speak the truth."

"You don't need the other case?" Chloe guessed, choosing to ignore the abusive relationship situation he described.

"Oh no. I probably do. It's got all the pretty coloured pills in. But it served a good purpose in removing your guard too." He smiled at her and she couldn't help but smiled back. "I don't think you've broken any ribs. Maybe bruised some intercostal muscles and you'll be black all along your side in the morning." He smiled apologetically this time. "Then again, with your Brainiac bugs, it will probably heal quicker than usual. I do like treating the fast healers." He grinned and removed his cold fingers. "I'll give you some pain meds, maybe something to knock you out tonight. But no more sparring till you can hula hoop without wincing. Okay?"

"No more sparring. Full stop. Ollie banned me from it." she informed him, pulling the shirt back down.

"I hate to play the devil's advocate, but he has good reason Chloe. You can get hurt pretty bad. I won't tell you the number of times I've taped up that man's broken bones and bruises. It's a wonder he's able to keep fighting so willingly. A few centimetres higher and you could have got a bone through your lung." Emil rummaged in his case while Chloe lay silently. Pain meds were good. A long hot bath would be good too.

"Don't suppose you've got any pretty pain pills in there do you?" she enquired watching him dig and feeling the spark of lightening thunder through her as she moved for a closer look.

"I thought I did… but –ah-hah!" He emerged victorious holding a container of small red circles between his fingers. "They're not as strong as the others Ollie's bringing, but they'll keep you happy for a while. They're drowsy though…"

"Don't care. Gimme." She held her hand out.

"You can't take any others for the next 4 hours." he warned her. She simply wiggled her fingers, motioning for him to give her them. Ollie would be back soon and she wanted them to have kicked in by then. He sighed resigned and opened the bottle counting out two of the small ovals and placing them in her awaiting hand. "With water…" he corrected when she went to throw them back. She wriggled to move off the bed, forgetting her injury while she had stayed still. She gasped as it came speeding back to her. "I'll get it, shall I?" He smirked and a few seconds later emerged from the bathroom with a glass of water for her. She chucked them back, trying to ignore the plastic taste and gulping down water as she swallowed. She wriggled back against the headboard in small timed shuffles and he ticked off a list of things she should refrain from doing (e.g.: stretching, dancing, strenuous exercise – anything that pulled at her sides or made her breathe too much.) So basically bed rest and coffee. She expressed her dislike of such a stationary lifestyle back to him.

"You should probably keep off the caffeine for a while too." he muttered regrettably and her eyes flew wide.

"What? This stops me from drinking coffee?" She dropped her jaw, disbelieving.

"No. There's no reason you can't drink it. It's just my professional opinion that you drink far too much to even be able to sleep at night, and quite frankly, it scares me." She sighed and rested her head back against the board.

"Coffee is a problem I do not have. Take my word on that." she breathed and let him continue instructions. It didn't take long for the elevator to clink again. "You're not going to tell him are you?" she pleaded in a whisper.

"Doctor patient confidentiality." he simply replied and winked at her in conspiracy.

Ollie's footsteps pounded against the steps and he swiftly appeared in the doorway, a black briefcase in hand.

"How is she?" he instantly asked.

"Better. No internal bleeding. No broken ribs." he responded and opened the briefcase of drugs. Oliver's eyes inspected her, checking for any visible pain. "For you my dear." Emil had filled an empty container with four blue shelled pills and two white and placed it in her hand. "No more than two every six hours of the blue. And the white should help you sleep if you need them."

"I thought she was fine." Ollie interrupted, his heart rate suddenly kicking up a fuss. If Chloe was fine, why would she need drugs?

"Relax Ollie. There just there in-case. I won't need them." She placed them in the nightstand and stood off the bed, feeling the buzz of the pills already working and dulling the pain somewhat. It wasn't gone. No, far from it. But she could walk without falling now. Ollie was beside her in a second, looping his arm under hers.

"Woah. Com'on missy. Bedtime I think." he protested as she began to walk to the door.

"Ollie I just want to watch some mind numbing TV and have a soak in the bath. I'm not going to scale the walls of the daily planet."

"Then why do you need to go downstairs. TV is up here. Bath is up here."

"Chloe wants to be downstairs with the coffee." She pouted replying in third person. He rolled his eyes and swung his arm under her legs lifting her again. Emil chuckled and followed them downstairs. Oliver sat her on the sofa promising to bring her coffee later and saw Emil out. The doctor paused by the elevator glancing at Chloe who was reaching awkwardly across the sofa for something he couldn't see then turned to Ollie.

"Make sure she doesn't fall asleep in the bath." he warned. Ollie nodded. "And for god's sake keep her off the coffee for a while." he spoke in parting, letting the elevator doors close and send him down, back to his car. Ollie turned back and sighed. He was relieved she would be alright, but that didn't ease the guilt that ate at him.

"Ollie." she called over her shoulder. "Coffee please?" He chuckled and instead sat down beside her on the sofa and pulled her into his arms. She went willingly, even wrapping her arms around him.

"Emil says no more coffee."

"Liar." she accused, but it was without the fire. They sat together in silence for a few seconds, watching the rom-com episode play out. Neither knew what it was about. Neither seemed to care.

"I am sorry" he whispered, his lips at her ear, his breathe a delicate tickle causing an outbreak of goose-bumps. She cuddled into him, finding a comfy spot, and resting her head against him.

"Honestly Ollie. I don't care." she replied and yawned. Wow, she'd never felt a drug kick into its drowsy side effect so fast. But then again, she was already tired from all that fighting… and also very sweaty. She breathed in, she smelled sweaty as well. A nice bubble bath was in order. "Ollie, I need a bath now. I smell like a pig sty." she confessed and crawled from his warm body.

"Yeah I imagine I don't smell quite so fresh either." he admitted and before she could protest she was back being carried upstairs and placed on the bathroom counter while he turned on the bath taps. She shuffled to stand. He put a hand on her shoulders.

"What?" he asked when she sat back down.

"Bubble bath. Towel. Pyjamas. Shampoo." she listed.

"Where?" he continued.

"Ollie, I can get them myself."

"Where?" he simply repeated. She rolled her eyes and sat back, closing her eyes.

"Bubble bath in an orange bottle at the bottom of the wardrobe, says peaches and apricot. Shampoo with it. It should be near the front, a white bottle with a pink lid. Pyjamas; I'm not fussed just choose one. And you know where you're towels are." she summarised and opened her eyes after visualising the last time she'd seen them all. Ollie returned with the bubble bath and shampoo she had described, on his other arm he had the soft white towel and atop it, her green underwear set with the green nighty as well.

"You know, I knew you'd choose the green." she admitted and smiled. She watched as he took care of her bath and turned off the taps once it had finished running.

"You're bath." He smiled successfully.

"Thank you." She waited but he didn't go. "Ollie. Bath's are kind of a naked thing."

"Oh, I remember." he admitted, his cheeky grin back. "But I'm making sure you don't fall asleep."

"No, you're not. You're just figuring out what I look like naked." she jibed and gave him a push on his shoulder.

"You're not going to share with me?" He pulled out his wounded face, and so much did she desire to pull the injured card and insist he must bathe with her. The tub was big enough for it. But really, the whole injury thing had removed a chunk of the lusting haze that clouded her judgement. Or maybe that was the drugs. "But I'm smelly and I need a bath." he countered.

"Then wait patiently outside." He rolled his eyes.

"Spoil sport." he muttered and left her, closing the door.

First she used the facilities, not easy with the sitting and standing, and cleaned her teeth, with every intention of bed once she was clean. Then she slipped off her shorts, and managed skilfully to use her right arm alone to remove the shirt. Her sides didn't enjoy being stretched. Then she had to undo the bra which wasn't easy at all, not with sides that didn't want to be moved at all. She almost called Ollie back to help her, but her fingers finally released the clasp and she stepped out of the cream underwear and into a deliciously hot tub of water. She almost moaned at the feel of the heat washing over her muscles. She felt like she was at a spa, simply laying back, letting the scents salsa around her head and the warmth soothe her stresses. Smiling she closed her eyes and wiggled her toes in the water, feeling the movement around her, like waves on a beach they carried away all worries. She breathed in and out, leaning back against the bath. Forgetting all her troubles.

"Chloe, you okay?" She blinked awake at knocks at the door and almost cursed aloud. She had drifted off.

"Yeah. Fine." she replied back, and scrubbed a hand over her face, trying to wash away the sleep. Maybe a bath was a bad idea after all.

"'Kay." Ollie breathed in relief. Quickly she washed her hair and body, feeling suddenly a whole lot cleaner. She braced her arms and lifted out the tub only to gasp in pain and drop back down. Nope, that wasn't the way.

"Chloe?" Ollie asked again, hearing the gasp and drop.

"Still fine Ollie." she replied and tried again to get out. She tried legs out first, then dragging herself by her arms but they all hurt too much to finish. It seemed relaxing was what her muscles had in mind. She was so stiff. In the end she had to give in. "Ollie…" really this was a last resort and she was embarrassed to heaven for having to do this. But she really wanted to go to sleep and she didn't feel like enduring any more pain tonight.

"Yeah?"

"Umm… can you help me out the bath?" She bit her lip as she waited for his reply and cast her eyes down.

"You can't get out?" God could this be any more embarrassing? She was naked, tired and admitting defeat to a man she wanted more than coffee on a cold winters day.

"No. Not exactly." she admitted, blushing further. And hid her face in her hands, trying to stop her eyes from wanting to close.

"Sure. How do you want to do this?" She looked around, did she have any other option than just letting him come in, see her naked and pull her out? Yes, she did.

"Wait a few seconds." She pulled the plug with her foot and waited till the water had completely drained then reached across for the towel. She wriggled in the bathtub to wrap it around her then called again.

"Should I be closing my eyes?" he asked, but they both knew he couldn't do that properly.

"I'm decent." she replied and he opened the bathroom door. She checked the towel again to make sure it covered her.

"Shame." he replied and she scowled.

"Just help me out. Please." He smiled and leaned into the tub, letting her wrap a single arm around his neck, the other hanging on to the towel and her dignity. His own arms wrapped around her back and he lifted her up to her feet then over the bath and to the floor. "Thank you." she breathed, feeling herself vertical again.

"You're welcome." He smirked, not quite ready to let go of her yet.

"I think I'm good now."

"You sure? You alright with your clothes?" he prompted. She was about to poke fun, but realised she probably wouldn't be liking bending or stretching either. Ollie was surprised, he'd expected a slap and an order to get out, but she blushed deeper and shook her head.

"If you don't mind…" Mind? He didn't mind at all. He'd do this everyday, every hour, every single second if she'd let him. If she wasn't hurt because of him he'd tear that towel off her and show her just how much he didn't mind any thought of touching her.

"Sure, com'on." He winked and picked her underwear from the pile.

"Just the bottoms." she instructed and blushed deeper realising Ollie was about to be dressing her. He complied, holding them for her to step into and gliding them up her smooth legs and she hung onto the towel. She took the last few centimetres herself while he did his best not to turn back around and stare. His heart was clapping wilding in his chest, again, Clark and Ac had joined with Victor and Bart for a bikini parade just to keep his body calm. Not that it worked. He could still feel the blood rushing to his cock, wanting to be the one nestled between her legs. He helped her with getting the nighty over her head and her arms through following her orders of eyes shut when the towel became in the way. True, she could do the last bit herself, she could pull the green silk over her breasts and to cover herself, but Ollie's touch was sending her wild, she just wanted to see what it would be like. To have his fingers glide over her peaked nipples, to feel the rush of lust again. She closed her own eyes as he did, revelling in the glittering trail of lights he igniting on her arms, on her chest, as he dipped away from her breasts and down her sides. His touch was feather light, arguably not there at all. The magic kept firing even after his hands dropped. She opened her sparkling eyes to clear the fireworks to find his still shut, breathing in the smell of the bubble bath, the shampoo and finding a kind of peace in it. With no other reason than that she wanted to, she leaned to lay her lips on his cheek and whispered her thanks. He blinked his eyes open carrying her without a word from either of them to the bed and settling her in it.

"I'll be quick." he told her and picked out his own towel and some sweats from a draw heading back for a shower. She fought to hang on till he came back, so she could snuggle into his side, but her eyes were too heavy and she lost. But even in sleep, she felt his return, she felt his caress of her cheek, and went toward it. Knowing the arms that welcomed her close to lay with him were of someone she could fully trust, someone she felt so safe with. Someone who loved every part of her.

Hope you enjoyed the mini bikini parade Oliver has dancing in his head.

Ah… good times.

Oooh. Tiny issue with the whole kick thing. I do realise you probably wouldn't break ribs from just a single kick, but remember Oliver is trainer as a fighter, male and big and strong with muscles bigger than what you could wrap your finger around. Chloe is small, female, and probably not in the best physical shape of her life. If she didn't see the kick coming and had no defence there is a good chance such a kick could break ribs. Thankfully it didn't but she is bruised and in a great deal of pain bless her. And as much as those drugs could help, they do not block out pain. At least she has Ollie to help.

Remember readers; be careful when sparring with billionaire part time vigilantes. All it takes is one distraction from a flash of muscle and the next thing you know you're being pulled from a bathtub because you're muscles have decided to lock up. Stay safe my lovelies.

Addressing an issue with previous chapter; All and any books I decide to make up are not real. (Sadly)

There may…possibly… in a way, be a mention of other books in other chapters later on. These also are made from my imagination. I apologise if you get hot and sticky with an urge to pick up a book I described.

xx