Poor Ollie's laced with guilt from bruising his sweet sweet angel. But, on the plus side… he got a kiss on the cheek (how sweet). Chloe's feeling a little broken and unable to move right now. Bless.
Oh…and yeah… she can't dress herself either. Hmmm, what a shame… for her of course. I'm sure Ollie could lend a helping hand. After all, that's what these vigilante's are here for. It's just an added bonus he's absolutely lick-able looking.
Chapter Eleven; Protection Detail
"Chloe." A lulled voice invaded her dreamless sleep and she rolled to avoid it and snuggle closer to Ollie. Only Ollie wasn't in her arms, and moving was a very very bad idea. "Chloe. I have to go out. Work called. I'm sorry." She groaned a tiny sound and pushed up to find Ollie knelt by the side of the bed dressed in his fancy suit ready for work.
"Now?" she questioned sleepily and dropped back to the bed, just her head turned to meet him.
"I'm sorry. Dinah said she'd be here soon to keep you safe and I'll try get out as quickly as possible. Ac and Victor said they might come later too." he reasoned, but it didn't remove the guilt. He knew she'd be safe… but the thought of leaving her, even for half a day was enough to want to quit his job entirely.
"Ummm. It's okay." she whispered and closed her eyes again. "What time…?"
"It's 7 ish now, and I might not be back till after 5 at the latest. I'll try get out early." he repeated and ran his fingers over her soft hair as she breathed sleepily. She caught his hand with hers and opened her eyes again.
"I should get up." she decided, the sleep vanishing.
"No, you should stay in bed. Let yourself heal."
"Or let Dinah find me in my pyjamas and poke fun at me for the rest of the day." she suggested and wriggled out of the covers. She fell as her feet touched the floor but Ollie was still there and caught her yet again. He really did enjoy playing hero to the fair maiden. His pained expression came back. Chloe cut it off before it could grow. "I'm fine, just battling with gravity. You're going to work and you'll be back later with a mocha whip with extra cream for me. Won't you?" she probed and he cocked a smile for her.
"With cookies." She grinned.
"I knew there was a reason I kept you around." she teased and stumbled from his hold to the wardrobe to find some clothes. Then she froze again… bending wouldn't be a good idea. And if she wanted to wear any jeans, or really anything, it would be a stretch and a bend. Ollie's arms came around her waist and her eyes naturally closed, relaxing into him.
"Need help?" he offered. She just nodded, feeling her face warm. This had all started with her wanting her independence but now she was worse off; unable to walk down stairs or even dress herself.
She braced herself on Ollie's shoulders as he glided the jeans up her legs and the bubbles of joy started their track to her groin. Her hands squeezed his shoulders gently, her nails dipping back into the suit jacket he was wearing. He gulped, realising she was not stopping him. Did she want this? Did she want him? If the facial expression wasn't showing such bliss he would scold himself for even thinking such things. Her legs eventually ran out of length, and what a beautiful length it was. His fingers brushing against her hips yet she still didn't stop him. Instead she went up onto her tip-toes. Trying to prolong the moment?
Maybe it was just his mind, playing nasty tricks on him. Hopefully he hadn't woken this morning to a phone call from Queen Industries and he was still asleep dreaming. That way he knew the strain against his trousers would lead to a happy ending. It always did in his dreams. It was reality where he had to find relief from such tension in the shower and had to stop himself from reaching out inappropriately.
He shook his mind out though it did nothing, and ran his finger across the top of her jeans, greedily feeling the soft blazing hot skin as he fastened her top button. He half expected to either wake or be slapped, but she did nothing to stop him. Her eyes still closed, still biting her lip, still a blush with colour. Making the most of his position he trailed his fingers down, never leaving contact, and felt his groin tingle alive as he tugged on the zipper. Slowly, silently, he delayed the motion till he had no more to zip and no other reason to have his hands pressed against her.
She whimpered as she felt his hands leave her. It was too soon. Every touch was enchanting, singing to her blood, purring to her sex which had soaked her panties entirely. How did this man have such an effect? The sleep was long gone; she was wide awake, openly aware of just how much she wanted him. His fingers could be put to a much better use than to fasten her jeans. A much more pleasuring use. A use she was craving in every cell of her body. Her eyes opened, lust covered, to find his exactly the same. The want of him moving inside her was clouding and powerful. She followed his every movement, as he turned back to the bed, picking up the matching bra. She shook her head not wanting speech to ruin the magic, besides she couldn't wear a bra. For three reasons. One, she wanted Ollie to see her, to touch her. Two, it was easier access if she wanted to jump him. Lastly, if it didn't sit well against her ribs it would hurt. But who really cared about pain when you had a god before you, his hands roaming, whispers of sin flashing across your flesh.
Her own fingers moved to her silk cover tugging on the edges but he quickly took their place, making sure she had to do nothing at all. Nothing but writhe in the heat. Ollie took his chances dropping the silk and instead he splayed out his fingers on her bare stomach. He knew his fingers were rough, not at all the type that should be used on a woman as delicate as she was, it came with the bows and lifestyle and he hated it but she pushed further into his touch, arching her back for more. He smiled victoriously, his hands running up her stomach, feeling the bumps of her ribs, the soft silk moving up off her body. Oh, he had to lock his jaw to stop the guttural moan as he finally reached her breasts. So soft, so silky, so smooth… so perfect. He cupped her breasts, each a little more than his handfuls. Thumbs grazed her pebbled nipples and she moaned a gasping plea for more. He stroked back, her chest pushing out further into his hands. He groaned, unable to hold back any more. His cock was aching to be inside her, anything to be closer. Unable to restrain he flew the silk completely off her, allowing his eyes to eat up the sight only his fingers had been able to explore. She breathed sharp as the cold air hit her and wound her hands in his hair as he knelt before her. She wanted him. Now, on her, in her, just touching her. He lowered his head, lips open, dying to suck on her nipple, to-
"Ollie, you left yet?" Dinah's voice filled the downstairs and Chloe stumbled back, detaching from him. "Chloe, you awake?" Ollie heard her steps get close to the stairs and panicked, his main concern was to cover Chloe who was still dazed.
"Arms up Chlo" he whispered and she complied zombie-like so he could pull the baby doll top over her head and settle it to rights over her body. Nobody else had the right to see her naked. Only him, she was his.
"Ollie?" Dinah's voice was closer and snapped Chloe back to life. She smoothed down her clothes and scanned over Ollie. His clothes were still in order… his body… not so much. He shook his head slowly and Chloe stumbled, still drunk on lust to the door to meet Dinah who was about to barge in. "Hey, you're awake." Dinah smiled and Chloe closed the door, leaving Ollie to deal with his problem as she conquered the stairs one slow painful step at a time and kept Dinah busy. Dinah was about to ask about the lopsided, half limping attempt at walking but Chloe just shook her head silently before she could get out a syllable. No doubt she'd hear the story soon enough. "Ollie left yet?" she asked, hobbling down the steps with Chloe.
"Not quite yet. He'll be out in a minute or two." Dinah shrugged carelessly and set Chloe on the sofa. Then finally noticed her.
"I interrupted something didn't I…?" Dinah stated and scanned Chloe up and down.
"No" Chloe was a little too quick to answer and Dinah just laughed. "Nothing was going on. We were just talking."
"You're a bad liar. And I want details." Dinah settled into the couch and threw Ollie's leather jacket across to Chloe. "If you don't want the boys to ask questions I suggest you cover up." Chloe looked down and saw without a bra the white top wasn't the greatest choice and her nipples were peaking through wanting attention. She flushed red and pulled on his jacket, stopping herself from cuddling up in its scent. It was distinctly Ollie and enveloped all her senses in a hug of lust, if only Dinah had been running late. Realising her lost thoughts Chloe tensed all over again, trying to rein control over her unfulfilled body's desires. Dinah laughed again after a few moments of Chloe's super tense portrayal. "Relax Chloe. It's just me. Be thankful it wasn't Bart outside that door." At the mention of his name Chloe turned back to face Dinah. Best to shift the attention into another outlet. Better yet that Dinah would welcome the change of topic with open arms.
"You're sleeping with Bart aren't you?" she accused and Dinah smiled proudly.
"That's quite an accusation Miss Sullivan. But yes, your investigative feelers are pointing in the right direction. That man has the speed, the never ending stamina. It's like fucking the Tasmanian devil. I tell you; last night alone I redefined multiple orgasm-"
"Oh, I did not want to hear that." Ollie's voice came from the stairs. Chloe laughed then remembered not to do that. She was already pained from the stairs. He came over fishing his keys from the table. "I'll be back as soon as I can." he promised and walked into the elevator. Dinah was grinning, ready to burst with a secret. Chloe was still flushed and looking so sexy. He was going to be late due to his detour with her. But it was worth it, so very worth it.
The second after the elevator stopped whirring Dinah pounced.
"Details!" she ordered.
"Nothing happened." Chloe insisted.
"Uh-hmm. Right, we've been over this Chloe. We both know something did happen and we both know you need someone to share with." Chloe sighed; she knew Dinah was persistent when she wanted something.
"Nothing sexual happened." Nothing except for some touching. "He was helping me dress." Dinah raised her eyebrows.
"I'm going to need more information." Chloe rolled her eyes. She may as well share the full story. "I'm guessing it has something to do with the limpy walk down the stairs." Dinah correctly deduced. Chloe leant back and rolled up her shirt to show her the blue bruise across her left side. "Owch. Did psycho guy get you again?"
"No. Ollie." Dinah stood; ready to punch out the billionaire. Chloe pulled her back down. "Stop. I asked him to."
"Beat you?" Sure, people got there kick from weird things, but this was Chloe. The weirdest she got was meteor freaky.
"No. He agreed to teach me some fighting. I got preoccupied and met the nasty end of his kick. And don't say anything, he feels bad enough as it is." Dinah relaxed grudgingly.
"How did you even get him to agree? He was dead set last time I heard from him."
"Don't know. But he's not teaching me any more after this."
"With good reason. Did Emil check you over? It looks pretty bad Chloe. How did that even happen?"
"Yes he did and nothing broken or bleeding. It's just a bruise and it only looks this bad because I bruise so easily. It's my fault anyway; my mind was on other things."
"Like…" Dinah prompted. Chloe sighed and spilled.
"Oliver."
"Oh… well, really oh." Dinah smiled. "You just need to fuck him senseless and get it over with. Get it out your system. Unless, you want something more?"
"No. I mean, I thought I did. Maybe I do. But I can't think straight and I don't know what Ollie will do afterwards. He'll either shove me in his done pile and move on, or he'll want to cosy up every night by the fire reading poetry."
"And which one do you want?" Dinah probed, acting as therapist to the sexually repressed.
"Right now I just want him out of my head so I can figure that out."
"So get him out."
"And how do I do that without him choosing for me?" Chloe countered
"Sleep with him and hope he forgets the next morning. Slip him some date rape drugs." she joked "Oh! Get him drunk and claim it was all an accident based on the intake of liquor." Chloe laughed but it did kind of make sense.
"And how am I going to do that? Ignoring the fact Ollie has an iron stomach and enough experience in drinking to take us both under the table for a second. I'm unable to stay vertical as it is, there's some charity ball in two days I'm meant to be dragged along to, and there's a psycho waiting till were vulnerable to attack us. Well, more specifically me, but why not take two at once."
"Stay at home. Lock the doors and have an indoor party to celebrate something. Invent a day, or say you found something in the files. Then rig a drinking game so he drinks more than you and pop! No evil psycho, no drunk Chloe and if you do it after you're healed and danced out you don't have any reason to be awkward." Chloe tilted her head, letting herself think. She didn't need to start going through all the files Victor and Dinah brought back, she could find something small and drink with him "And, if it does so happen to go sour. You can always crash at my place. You'd have to bring ear plug though if you wanted any sleep." Dinah shamelessly admitted. Chloe could admit it was a good plan if things got too much for her to handle but right now she just wanted to relax with a friend, rather than plot against Ollie.
"You do realise Bart is almost half your age right?" She turned on Dinah and let the conversation turn back to her own sex life till Ac and Victor joined the party and pulled out the game they always played at Watchtower. Dinah had joined in a few times, but was beaten constantly. Maybe you needed high levels of testosterone pumping through your blood to be able to shoot people in time. Instead Dinah and Chloe settled in the kitchen chatting over coffee while accompanied by occasional sound effects from the boys to show who was winning.
"Chloe hun. I gotta go." she stated after a while. "Work doesn't understand that I have a life." Chloe smiled. Dinah was still working as a talk-show host. It wasn't anything big, but she enjoyed it and she got all sorts of characters on it, and the radio station was a nice environment for her. Plus she could express her chatty nature and get paid for it. Win-win.
"Go. I'll be safe." Besides, Ollie was coming back soon… hopefully. Once Dinah was off and gone she joined Ac and Victor on the couch, watching them twist and turn their bodies as they tapped their fingers across controls to make their virtual men move and fight.
"Are you meant to be shooting the humans?" she asked, finally seeing on the split screen Victor shoot at what was the most human resemblance on the screen.
"Yep. Ac's playing human." Victor replied and double tapped another human commander in the head.
"I'm thrashing his ass." Arthur agreed pulling a danger on an alien spawn that got too close.
"So Victor's playing the alien mutant things." They both nodded. "Right." She was still lost. "And the aim is to kill each other as many times as possible?" she guessed wrongly. Ac pulled out some automatic firing thing and went berserk then as the noise settled he explained.
"Not exactly. You kill anything that's not on your team. You get more points for head shots, groin shots and using special weapons." She rose her eyebrows. Groin shots got more points? "When the time runs out whoever has the more points and more kills wins. More deaths, less points means you lose."
"So if you die does the game end?" she asked when she saw the numbers of enemies weren't depleting.
"No. Re-spawn. Watch Vic; he dies so many times you'll see." Ac jabbed and punched Victor on the arm in friendly competition. Letting out a howl of laughter as he then hunted down his friend and gave him a head shot.
"Let me jack it up into my arm then we'll see who's laughing." Vic warned pushing Arthur back and they both dove back into the game again. Chloe gave in as the screen splattered with blood as a chain saw drove up a human's body from groin to head. She would just not understand the thrill of killing aliens.
She wandered in small steps back to the desk. Cluttered across the top were the 3 boxes worth of research that had been pulled from the factory she still needed to go through. She sighed and lowered herself into the chair unwilling to make a start quite just yet. Her eyes found the clock on his desk. 12:27. Urgh, that was so long till Ollie came home.
Where did that thought come from, she wondered. She didn't quite how to act around him any more and the anticipation of his return vibrated in every bone of her body. Would he want to continue with where they finished off this morning? Did she? Yes; ever cell in her body sounded a resounding yes in answer. She wanted to feel him touching her again, to feel the buzz she felt around him. The buzz that told her she mattered to someone, that someone wanted her. But years of guarding her heart gave her a second opinion in her head. What if he didn't want to finish? What if he wanted to forget what happened? What if he just screwed her then never wanted to touch her again? She knew she had trust issues, but she always thought she could trust Ollie. More than a few million times had he held her life in his hands. But he'd never seen her stripped bare with her heart on her line. Half of her wanted to screw and move on, to get him out of her system, the other half wanted to be with him every night, cuddled in his strong arms, feeling his rough fingers excite her with every touch. And she didn't know which one to listen to.
Instead she left the boxes of files and selected a book from the shelf which she hadn't read yet, making sure this one didn't have any sexual meanings in the blurb. Of course you can't be sure, but this one seemed to fall into Ollie's smaller niche of spies and assassins minus the smutty circumstances. She sat on the single chair, swapping between watching the boys kill each other then swap games and race each other, and reading the book. Half way through watching the boys play a hand to hand combat wrestling game someone's phone buzzed. Chloe patted down her pockets in an old habit but remembered her mobile was upstairs still and she wouldn't be able to hear it even if it did ring. Victor paused the game, pulling an annoyed face at Ac as he dug out his phone.
"What?" he asked.
"Seriously, you couldn't choose a manlier ringtone?" Victor rose his eyebrows staring at the still vibrating phone in Arthurs hand. Chloe didn't recognise the ringtone, but it didn't sound too girly to her.
"Just shut up. It's Mera."
"Ooooh." Victor sighed and sat back, ready for a long wait.
"Who's Mera?" Chloe asked as Ac left into the kitchen to answer it.
"His new crush. She's some girl he met at some beach who cares for fishies like him."
"Super powered?" Chloe guessed.
"Hmmm, apparently she some Queen of the Sea. Exactly the same powers as him and she has the biggest crush on him too. Think of some love drunk teenagers high on poppers and it's pretty much the same."
"Wow. How haven't I heard of this already?" Dinah should have told her at the very least to make fun of him.
"He's not a sharing person. Plus, he thinks if he introduces us we'll embarrass him." Chloe laughed and Ac re-joined.
"Umm. Vic you alright staying with Chloe?"
"Sure. Go get your sex on with fishy fins." Ac ground his jaw but said no more back to Victor.
"Sorry Chloe. I can-"
"It's fine. Go to her." She smiled; at least Ac had a working relationship. He smiled and was off.
"He's so whipped." Victor commented. "Wanna come play?" He turned to Chloe.
"Sure, why not?" She settled in next to Victor as he explained controls and told her button mashing was not a way to play. After the first round things started turning inside her brain and she had him pinned and out for the count within the first minute.
"How did you…?" he stumbled over the next few inaudible words. "That's cheating." he accused, understanding Brainiac was coming out to play.
"I can't turn it off." she apologised.
"Hmm. I wonder." he mumbled then took a jack out of a box beside Ollie's computer and hooked it into his arm and into the controller slot. He flexed his arm, selecting a re-match and starting the game again, meeting her level.
20 minutes and 6 re-matches later they were still drawing, each game was intense, Brainiac verses machine. They fought identically, both machines pushing to the max against each other.
"Geez Chloe, you're ace at this." His character took a push back into a wall.
"Not bad yourself." she admitted, moving from the close combat moves he responded with.
"You should try beat Ollie's score." he proposed. "He won't let me jack into it for high scores, but you could easily take him."
"I don't see why he keeps getting high scores? It's not exactly hard."
"He's good with aim. Majority of his hits are head shots. We used to think he was cheating and rigged the game. But no. He's just good."
"Maybe he had some Brainiac bugs in him too." she joked. "I am quite tired though." she confessed, stifling a yawn. Vic laughed as the timer ran out and declared a winner. He turned back then stopped suddenly.
"Chloe?" She looked up, feeling a little dizzy. "You alright?" He put a hand on her forehead and looked her over.
"Yeah, why?"
"You're white all over."
"I just feel a little dizzy and tired. Maybe too much Brainiac…" She touched a finger to her nose feeling it cool. It came back bloody.
"Com'on Chloe." He lifted her to the kitchen to cool down her boiling temperature and clean the blood. "We only played for a few minutes." he stated shocked and settled her on the cabinet top, keeping her steady with one hand and passing her some tissue with the other. She had stopped bleeding almost as soon as it had started but her colour was still pale. She washed her face, all the time being held under Victor's careful gaze. "Maybe I should get Oliver." he thought aloud. Chloe jumped down from the counter.
"No. Seriously. I'm fine. I promise." Then she stopped and patted along her side. She should have been spiked with pain jumping from that counter but she felt perfect again. She lifted the corner of her shirt up, amazed at the lack of bruising. Instead her healthy cream skin shone through.
"Didn't you have a black bruise there this morning?"
"Yeah." she admitted still in awe. Maybe the use of the Brainiac bugs spurred along the healing a lot more and repaired her. She certainly felt whole again. Except for… her vision wobbled a bit, colours blurring and getting whiter by the second. She felt herself fall and Victor catching her. But after that… she must have blacked out.
Poor Chloe. She's not having such a good time.
Hopefully when Ollie comes back things will improve. After all, now she fixed… she won't have to worry about being stretched…
Dirty readers… I didn't mean like that…