Chloe decided she needs a little Ollie in her life. Cue the alcohol consumption and let's join them the morning after for some flashbacks and a good honest cringe or two.

Chapter Fifteen; Titan

"Chloe." Ollie purred and she rolled over, away from the voice. Was it always this loud? Her head was throbbing, could he not have some respect? "Chloe." His voice was taunting, as if to say 'you deserve every slap and tickle'. She flopped back over, prying her eyes open.

"What?" she groaned grumpily. She just wanted to die, why wouldn't he let her? He smirked and chuckled as he handed her a tall glass of some red juice drink.

"Drink."

"Never again." she hissed and turned back onto her front, her face buried in the pillow. She felt the bed indent and Ollie's hand stroking down her back lovingly.

"Chloe, you know that hangover that's trying to kill you." She groaned and nodded. "Don't you want a cure?" She rolled over and looked up at him. He didn't seem to be pulling her strings.

"What is it?" she whispered, her own voice ringing cymbals in her head.

"Queen family secret. Just drink it." He passed her the drink and she shuffled to sit up and drink it.

"Urgh!" she moaned in distaste. "It's horrible."

"Hangover cure. Promised. Just drink it."

"I hope it's a fast acting poison." she muttered and gulped it down imagining she was trying out some new coffee instead of whatever the hell Ollie put in that. She coughed and stuck out her tongue, the taste lingering in her mouth. It tasted like children's cough mixture and cherries all blended with more alcohol, an exploded spice rack and some dirt. The only things she remotely liked were the cherries, but polluted with all that, she didn't even know if her taste buds were correct any more. She could only hope she still liked coffee.

Handing back the empty glass she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and made for the bathroom to empty her bladder and brush her teeth to remove that horrible taste. She froze as she felt the silk sheets slide across her far too easily. Her eyes wide she ran an arm down her body. Oliver laughed.

"That reminds me. When you remember, we need to talk about what happened last night." He stood but paused, hanging around the door. "But for your piece of mind. I'll tell you the undressing part… you did that all by yourself." he laughed, closing the door behind him. She threw the pillow at the door, the noise of his laughter shattering her skull and she groaned, flopping back down, exhausted again.

When she woke the second time that morning, it was only an hour later and she felt a lot less beaten. She remembered they had gone out for drinks to this themed bar. She hadn't realised it was themed till they were inside and trying to figure out drinks. Titan was a Greek god themed bar, all the drinks were named after a different god. Feeling the excitement she had moved through Aphrodite to Hera. Of course by the end she just closed her eyes and pointed, not quite sure how to pronounce anything anymore. But in between trips to the bar, things were still fuzzy. Of course she remembered her Adonis re-incarnation. He always seemed to have hands on her wherever she went.

Unable to find anything else about her previous night she went to the bathroom and sorted herself out, showering off the sweat and scrubbing the taste of Ollie's hangover cure from her breath. She walked back to the bedroom and could have died. Her green underwear was handing from the light shade.

"Ollie, come back upstairs with me. Please." He laughed but did nothing. "Ollie. I already told you, this bra's digging into my sides and I need someone with wonderful skills to remove it." He sat on the sofa leaving her tapping her bare feet on the wood. "Ollie!" she groaned in frustration and straddled his waist. "You're meant to be saving me. Save me from my clothes, they're eating me."

"I think I'm going to save you from embarrassment and put you to bed."

"Yey!" Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck and he stood chuckling as her lips attacked his jaw. She bounced up the stairs with him, all the time kissing at his jaw, his neck, his unresponsive lips. His arms unlocked her legs from his back and she found herself on a soft bed. "Oh Ollie, you shouldn't have." she jested and stood on the bed. "I know, I'll reward you." She hummed some base to a sexy song and undid the clip in her hair, shaking it out sexily, only gravity didn't seem to agree and she found herself back in Ollie's arms. She looked around confused. "Am I on the bed?" she asked in a whisper. Ollie couldn't reply for fear of splitting his sides in laughter. A drunk Chloe was like an ADHD kid given additives and told to run wild. He blamed all the caffeine in her blood finally allowed to kick free. Either that or someone had slipped a little something extra in her drink. "I'm not on the bed." she noted, drawing her own conclusion then eyeing the floor sceptically. Once she finished silently offending the floor she turned her eyes to him. "Ollie, you were meant to put me on the bed." she scolded without feeling and hugged him. "Don't worry. We can have sex on the floor."

"Chloe, for the last time. I'm not having sex with you."

"You're just grumpy today…why not? I'm perfectly attractive. Look" She pushed her breasts up in the dress and went on her tiptoes, no chance of Ollie missing her then.

"Chloe. You're drunk. Very much so. And you're going to kill me in the morning when you remember this, so let's do me a favour and just go to sleep." Chloe pouted, possibly the sexiest thing ever.

"Fine, if you won't have sex with me. Then I'll have sex with me." She pulled at her dress before he could do anything and she finally finished on the floor, in her green matching lingerie, staring at the dress that wouldn't co-operate.

"Chloe. I have no objection at all to the latter. But at least wait until morning."

"Why? I'm horny now, and I want you. But you don't want me." She pouted again and dear lord if she didn't calm down soon he would end up without any self control.

"Of course I want you. But I want you asleep."

"That's a little like necrophilia Ollie."

"Geez Chloe. Please. Just go to bed." Before I can't stop myself… he added silently.

"Fine. But stay with me while I get ready."

"Alright. Be quick." She smirked vindictively and stepped up to him, her hands reaching behind to her bra. She snapped it off and slowly, ever so slowly let it slide down her arms. Ollie sucked in a breath.

"Don't close your eyes Ollie my darling." Despite her words she threw her bra over his eyes and giggled dancing around him in just her panties. Soon they were spinning around one finger where they flew off and landed on the light.

"Chloe. Get some clothes on. Please."

"I have. I'm sleeping in my birthday suit." she admitted proudly. "You should sleep too, but you have to meet the dress code." Her hands flew to his shirt buttons and managed to get a few open before he wrapped his big strong hands around her tiny ones.

"Chloe. Get into bed. I promise I'll be there soon. Like you asked." He winked and lifted her, careful of his hand placement to slip her under the covers.

"You'll be back?" she asked. "Naked?"

"Yep." He popped the 'p' "10 minutes tops." Chloe smiled and scooted further under the duvet. She remember waiting the 10 minutes, then another 10, just to be sure. Finally and thankfully sleep claimed another victim. It's first crashed on the couch downstairs, away from temptation.

Cringed wasn't a strong enough word for what Chloe was doing. She just wanted to die. She knew Alcohol + Chloe = Disaster. That was simple mathematics she learnt a long while ago. But this was of epic proportions, there was no coming back from this. Trying to stop her face from being forever red she unhooked the caught underwear and cleaned the floor which was cluttered with her clothes. Once dressed and having scanned the room twice for any other signs of last night she sucked in a breath and opened the door unknowing what to expect. Her purse was sitting outside the door, coins pouring out of it. Beside it sat some brand new green heels shoes in a white box.

"Ollie, take me home. Take me home and ravish me!" she purred as they stepped out of the club and she wobbled on her heels.

"Sure. Of course." he patronised trying to remember which way they came. Her hand slipped into his, both of her arms hugged around the one of his. "You do know you're drunk… right?"

"Like a skunk." she replied then laughed as they walked. Despite being barnacled to Ollie, who was somehow sober after matching her drink for drink, she didn't manage a straight path and caught her heel in a drain. It snapped and she immediately bent down to try doctor it. Ollie stopped as well, trying to keep her from licking the pavement as her tongue came out as she inspected the heel. Finally the prognosis came back. It was poor. "It's broken." she whined. "Ollie, I broke the pretty shoes you bought me."

"I promise I'll buy you some new ones. As soon as we get home."

"After I orgasm." she corrected. Ollie laughed, thankful there was no-one but the night to hear her words.

"Sure. Yes Chloe. After that."

"You didn't say it." She sounded hurt.

"Say what?"

"Orgasm." she stated. Deathly serious. No blush at all. "Don't you like the word? I think it's pretty. It rolls off the tongue. But if you say it too many times, it stops sounding like a word. See?" She took a deep breath and the remainder of her oxygen was spent saying the word orgasm over and over again till she just started laughing.

"Com'on cinders. Let's get you home before this magic juice wears off." He lifted her, fireman style and took the shoes off both her feet.

"Ah! Ollie!" She patted his back rapidly to get his attention. "I can see your ass." To make her point even more clear she reached her hand to pat that too. "Oh. It's firm. I bet you could bounce coins of it." She tapped it again as he walked.

"Not too bad yourself Goldilocks." he purred slapping her ass and telling her to behave.

"Olli?" she asked a few silent minutes later. He was expecting the 'I need to barf' portion of the evening. But it seemed Chloe could hold her drink down. "Can I have a coin?"

"What for?" he asked, lost in the sway of her dress around her legs while he walked.

"I want to see if it bounces." He laughed and because of the motion she started as well. "Do you do bottom crunches?" she asked, genuinely interested in how his ass took such a perfect shape.

"I think that's all good genes actually." he admitted, finally seeing the door to his apartment and haven.

"Really? You're very lucky. Dinah has to do exercises, and we both started. We're doing kegel exercises too."

"Kegel?"

"You know. For your hoo-har." She laughed. "Except you don't have a hoo-har. But you can still do them. They make your ding-dong stay up for longer. Not that Oliver Queen would have any issues with his ding-dong" She laughed again wildly then complained when he set her vertical in the elevator. "You know… a lot of steamy things happen in elevators…" she spoke before cracking up in laughter again.

Like a second wave of guilt attacking her newly composed face she flushed bright red and bit her lip. She would never live this down. Yet she had a feeling the worse was yet to come. She leaned over the banister, checking to see if Ollie was around. She didn't see him. She leaned further, almost dropping off, but still no Ollie. She cast her gaze to his office door. It was shut so she could safely assume he was inside making a call. In tiptoes she wandered down into the kitchen pouring herself coffee and was hit with another memory. Arguably the worst.

"Barman sir. Mr Titan, I'd care for another drink please." she purred, leaning over the bar as the bartender smiled back at her. Ollie sat next to her, grinning madly. They had tasted shots of every drink they had, and some they mixed on the spot. The bartender was by far the best that had ever served him, and that was saying things. Chloe passed Ollie another drink though his Cronus Cocktail was still sitting full in a queue behind his Herculean Haemorrhage. He was playing with the umbrella in Chloe's Hades's hope drink she didn't like. "Ollie, you can't fall behind." she complained and pushed the new drink toward him.

"You're trying to get me drunk." he accused and her lip twitched in a smile.

"That's absurd. No I'm not." He rose his eyebrows questioningly. "I'm getting us both drunk, and you need to catch up."

"I'll drink all of these… if you tell me the truth Chloe Sullivan." She blushed and leant in close to him to whisper in his ear.

"You're not supposed to know." She giggled and drank from her purple drink. He had long ago lost track of the names.

"Then we'll make a bet." he proposed. "If I can drink all these and stand on one leg for an entire minute, you have to tell me. Do you agree?" She nodded. "I need your word."

"You have my word Mr. Queen." She stood and curtsied only to have to be held vertical by him anyway. "I will tell you my plan for you, if you drink them all and stand one legged for an entire minute." He helped her back onto her stool and raised his glass.

"To my iron stomach." he toasted and she joined in, clinking her glass. The first drink went down, followed by the second, then the third and the last one Chloe shoved under his nose, which may have tasted like cranberries. He didn't have it in his mouth long enough to tell.

"On your feet. For a minute. No holding on." she told him, watching as he stood from his stool, trying to stop the wobbly edges of his vision. She counted out loud, staring adorably up at him while he stood on his one leg solid as a rock. "56…57…58…59… That's not fair!" she complained. "I'm not supposed to tell you my plan, and you must have cheated. Maybe the floor has a secret hole in it." She dropped down and stared at the floor. She reached out and patted a hand to it. "It looks real." she spoke amazed. "You're really stable." she spoke admiringly.

"And you're really drunk." She giggled.

"I know."

"So you need to tell me your plan now Chloe. We had a deal." he reminded her, watching as the barman left to serve the red head down the other end of the bar who was carelessly flirting with him. Looks like he'd be gone a while. Good thing too; Chloe needed cutting off. She leant forward, hugging his biceps and whispered in his ear.

"I need to get you drunk. So I can sleep with you and then I can decide if I'm in love with you or not." she admitted and started giggling again.

"Really?" he asked. "Is that true?" she nodded.

"You can ask Dinah if you want. She gave me the idea, except she wanted me to date rape you. I said you were too classy for that. I defended your honour." She giggled again.

"And why does Dinah want you to sleep with me?"

"Because I can't figure out anything while I keep wanting to screw you. She says a good fuck with clear my head. Woops." she chided her own swear word.

"Maybe we should go."

"Just another drink more." she insisted and called down the man serving the alcohol.

Chloe could have died. Then and there. There would be no living with him after this. She'd need to call Dinah…and invest in ear plugs. She glanced around the living room. She wondered how Ollie had even found room to sleep down here. It seemed the couch was the only thing not to have paper or wires, or folders of information on them. Seeking some kind of redemption she started to breeze around, organising things back in the boxed they came in. Clearing the floor took the majority of her time, surfaces were next, then she came to the desk. Cluttered was an understatement. Wires seemed to have bred over night and then played twister with each other till their origins were unrecognisable. Finally, the glass work top started to seep through the disorder and control was re-established. The floors were shiny wood, the fabric were clean and fresh, and the papers were penned inside boxes along with the wires she had tied back on themselves to stop another catastrophe. She smiled at her progress though it did nothing to ease her guilt and dusted her hands together. She paused and stared at her naked hands, feeling a little healthier.

She had taken of the wedding ring for good last night. It was cosily snuggled in her toiletries bag. She didn't want to wear it anymore, not only because she had feelings for another man, but because looking at it only reminded her of the sadness. She was going to put it on a chain, but did she really even want to wear it around her neck anymore. To be honest she didn't enjoy looking at it anymore. It didn't symbolise hope, happiness and the eternal promise of two lovers. It screamed death, hate and thousands of salty tears. So with the thought of new leaf turning she had taken it off then returned to her laptop station to keep digging on the perpetrator who was hunting her.

Now she stood without the ring and yet still feeling whole, it didn't feel like she had taken off a piece of herself, nor like she had abandoned Jimmy. She could never forget him. Never. But she didn't need to wear a ring to tell her that.

"Wow, I can actually see floor. I'm impressed." She turned, a blush returning as she faced Ollie, who was still wearing the cheeky 'I know' grin.

"I'm sorry." It was the most sincere thing she had ever said, but it didn't amount to much.

"Now, which part are you exactly sorry for? Because I believe we covered a lot of ground last night." He sat down, fully intending to drag this out as much as possible and watch her squirm.

"I'm sorry for trying to… I mean for what I was trying to do." Her hair fell, welcome over her face in a blonde curtain.

"Oh, you were so verbal last night. Maybe a drink would loosen your tongue." Oh god, he was enjoying this far too much. She blushed deeper and held back the anger. She shouldn't be yelling at him, she should be grovelling for forgiveness.

"I'm sorry for tricking you into coming out drinking with me." she started from the long list she had to apologise for.

"I forgive you." he replied, still a huge smile on his face.

"I'm sorry for passing you drink after drink and trying to get you drunk." Again, he forgave her. "I'm sorry you had to carry me all the way home. I'm sorry- " she broke off, her hand over her eyes. She may as well just come out with it. "I'm sorry I tried to bounce pennies off your ass. I'm sorry I stripped off in front of you and tied to make you sleep with me." He laughed without care for her beetroot red temper at her own actions. "And I'm sorry I've been crashing at your place for so long."

"Woah. I don't accept that apology." She whined low, there was no way she could stay here and look at him every morning. No way at all she could share a bed. "I'll accept that you can't keep your hands off me, and I'll accept you are guilty of premeditated rape. I don't even mind your little stripper routine, or your fascination with my ass." He smirked, clearly enjoying himself. "But you're not leaving."

"Ollie, I can't stay after what I did-"

"Then you'll make up your actions to me, by staying with me. Besides, I don't want you going off and trying to seduce other people you're staying with. It's a burden, but I think I can keep you under control." He chuckled. "Com'on." He reached and pulled her down to sit in his arms on the sofa. She refused to relax. "It wasn't that bad. I already know you're mad about me." He winked and she finally let out a whisper of a laugh. "There you go." He smoothed a hand across her hair. "But just so you know. Next time I don't think I'll have enough self control to act like a gentleman."

"I am sorry." She turned to face him, still bright red.

"Hmm. I know but I'm sure after a few days of teasing this will all die down. Then you can decide whether you're in love with me or not."

"Oh Jesus Ollie." He laughed as she leant forward dropping her head into her hands.

"Alright, fine. I'll drop it for a while. But you should phone Dinah back. She said you made a drunken phone call to her last night that has her jumping up and down and asking me for details." His lips brushed her ear. "I played innocent. You can decide how to deal with humiliation round two" He chuckled and went back to his study while she sat still on the sofa, trying to make time go backwards. Then something suddenly struck.

Why hadn't Ollie slept with her? She said herself that she wanted it, and as far as she knew he still did too. Why wouldn't he? She stood and followed his trail into the study. He was sat fussing with papers and flicked his head up, a smile creeping across his face when he saw her.

"Why?" she asked, standing on the other side of the desk.

"Why what?" He swung in the chair, putting his feet on the desk. A picture of ease.

"Why didn't you sleep with me?" She could feel a temper rising in her, possibly because she felt denied.

"Chloe. You were too drunk to even stand straight." He chuckled.

"Yes, but why didn't you? You said yourself you knew perfectly well how I felt, and last time I checked you felt pretty much the same."

"You know I do." he stated dropping his feet and rounding the desk to her.

"Then what was the problem. I wanted it. You wanted it. We're both adults Ollie."

"Yes, but it doesn't mean we have to sleep together. We're also friends, and friends make sure stupid things don't happen."

"Friends can also have certain benefits." she countered. "We might not be looking for the same things, but do you really think we can keep on like this and not start some connection?" He sighed and perched on his desk, his hands on her hips.

"Do you want to?" he asked in a sigh. He couldn't quite believe he was having a debate with her relating to whether they were going to sleep together. "You said you just wanted a one time thing, to be able to make your mind up. Is that what you still want?" He didn't even know how he remained so calm.

"I… I don't know." she confessed, her anger gone, along with all determination she had as she stormed into his room, demanding answers. "Maybe I should decide how I feel about you before we…" He smiled, finally the sense had come back to her.

"I think that's a good idea. Wait to see how you feel. Then, if you still want to. We'll see where it goes" She bit her lip and nodded.

"Oh god. Ollie I'm sorry, I just barged in and-" He chuckled.

"Chloe. It's fine." She smiled sheepishly and turned out, leaving him with thrilling ideas bouncing around in his head. She still hadn't gotten a straight answer. But maybe some perspective.

Instead of fretting about Ollie she had to relay the story back to a desperate Dinah. That didn't go over too well, instead she found herself arguing for Ollie's case, in that he really was being a gentleman and the plan was stupid and childish. Dinah scoffed, but finally dropped it and allowed Chloe back her peace.

Ollie found her sitting cross legged in some pyjama pants and top on the bed watching some foreign movie. He sat beside her, her exotic fruity shampoo drilling deep into his senses. She was fresh from the shower, her skin a wash with a million different scents. They each attacked him with a roaring urge to touch, to feel, to taste. He turned his head to the TV screen and coked it sideways.

"Are they speaking Swedish?" he asked. She smiled.

"I think so. Either the blonde haired man is really angry at the other one… or he's really sorry. I don't quite know."

"Angry." Ollie answered decisively.

"You speak Swedish too? Well Mr. Queen I never knew you had so many talents."

"I have very many talents. However, Swedish is not one of them. I spent some time there and picked up enough to order my own booze and avoid offending locals. But…sometimes I got into a little trouble." She laughed. "Now though. Now I need to demonstrate another talent of mine, for I need a shower" It was clear from the sweat marks and deliciously messed hair he'd been training. Maybe working out some tension. "You're welcome to join me if you want?" He winked at her and walked backwards teasingly into the bathroom. She scoffed but she was seconds from sprinting and stripping herself down to join him. As the sound of the water started her mind began to wander. What would Ollie be like as a lover? Jimmy had always been slow and gentle, telling her how much he loved her, how incredible she was. And that was possibly the biggest turn on she could imagine. But now, other things were turning in her mind. Would she have preferred it hard and fast, slammed against the wall in the moment of passion? Where the pure act could not wait, that you had to have them right then and there, ignorant of the fact there was a bed a few metres away. Did she want the button flying, clothes ripping all consuming lust? It certainly stirred her blood just at the sheer thought. She'd never thought of herself as wild, or demanding. But right now she was stopping herself by a mere barrier of will from stepping into that shower with him and finding out.

Maybe he'd take her slow and deep. Every thrust a blissful pain rubbing against her sweet spot. Maybe he'd be more dominant and make her beg for her own release. Her centre warmed at the thought. Maybe soft and loving wasn't her style after all. Dinah had certainly added points to the fearless fast fuck column with all her stories.

But what would Ollie say? If she went in right now, would he grab her and take her under the spray? Or would he want her to start things off? It's not like he'd need persuasion or anything. She could just breeze right in take his cock in her hand and insist he pleasured her. He wouldn't say no… would he?

Chloe froze, seeing she was half a step from the bathroom door, her hand out reached to the handle. The shower turned off and she just knew, she could not live with him without sleeping beside him each night feeling sated and knowing he was the same. It was simply too dangerous. The only conclusion she could draw; she had to have sex with him.

Yep, she simply had to have sex with him. There was no other way.

And I promise next Chapter will deliver the smutty content you've all been waiting ever so patiently (*cough cough*) for.

Drunken flashbacks good/bad? Opinions? Did you cringe? Be honest… I did, but then again, I wrote this… so I may be the slightest bit biased. Did you have a favourite part that made you giggle? If so, I would love to hear back.

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