Ah, good ol' romance just boils down to sex sometimes doesn't it. Well… here's the long awaited scratching of Chloe's itch. I hope it's up to snuff.

Writing smut always makes me edgy, I never quite know if readers will enjoy it. It is by far the worst part of my writing and I am very unconfident about it. So if you could feedback, maybe a few tips or hints, that would be lovely. I don't want to be the writer that couldn't do smut…because lets face it…we all need a little M in our lives.

Anyways, here you go.

Chapter Sixteen; Curing Insomnia

Chloe woke repeated through the next few hours. Sure, she had the feel of Ollie's flesh next to hers. Yes, she was warm encased in his arms. Of course, she was happy where she was…but her mind was refusing to switch off, and every time it did she saw Ollie behind her eyes. She was hot, sweaty and scissoring her legs just for friction between her thighs. Tossing over, she soon found she was spooning him.

God, did she have no control?

It's not like she could get herself off either. She was constantly watched, even when he had work. And it made it worse that she wasn't a quiet person for someone her size.

Besides, it wasn't her fingers she wanted. What, or more precisely who, she wanted was sleeping soundlessly beside her. Chloe turned back, her eyes scanning up and down his face. He was such an angel, so relaxed and carefree when he slept. Ever so lightly, she traced a finger over his lips, feeling the ridges of his cupid's bow. Was there no bow he could not master the skill of? She remembered kissing those lips; getting lost, tracing her tongue over his own demanding one. Ollie was a sweet scent, an even sweeter taste and yet such a cocky, egotistical personality. However, she still couldn't find a fault that made her want to second guess. He had seen more than his fair share of women…and she couldn't care. She could only be jealous that they had been with him and she hadn't. They had had the chance to run finger and tongue over his defined chest. They had felt the sweet nothings caress their cheeks in a warm breath. They had been held, safe and protected in his arms while he drove them to bliss. They had been where she so desperately wanted to go.

"Ollie." she breathed, her fingers running down the side of his face and flowing to his chest. Teasingly she circled his nipple, the dark night taking away all her questions and worries. She wanted him. He wanted her. They were both together, all alone, provided with the comfiest bed possible and the greatest sexual tension imaginable.

Her lips touched to his which parted obediently. She smiled to herself and called out his name again; a seductress invading his pleasant dreams. He murmured, his eyes still closed, yet lips searching back for hers. He may be able to deny it, like she was, but when it came to the language of the body; they were both fluent and ready for conversation. Her mind might not know exactly what it wanted, but her sex most definitely did and was making its urges known by the lake in her underwear. Her lips kissed to his ear and she sucked the lobe into her mouth, her teeth lightly grazing and drawing a moan from him. She grinned successfully.

"Ollie." she whispered and darted out her tongue again.

"Chloe? What are you-" His voice was laced with sleep, although his body was standing up for action.

"Shhhh" She placed a finger over his mouth, her kisses returning and hand travelling down his body. Chocolate pools looked at her, somewhere between confused and subservient. "Should I stop?" she asked, her hand finding that loving v-shape his low sitting bottoms loved to show off. It only promised something better. Instead of saying anything he rolled, lips colliding together, hands running to find flesh, heart beats pounding inside their ears, stealing all their words, building the sense of touch so every brush became a loving caress filled with fiery emotion. Chloe let her legs naturally curl around him, her heels pushing against the fabric, pushing it further down off his body to free what she wanted.

There would be no phone calls, no visitors, no interruptions of moral conscious, just them. Together, alone. Ollie dropping his head, kissing up her torso as the pyjama top came off, her breasts lost in the darkness but found by the rough pads of his fingers rolling over peaked nipples. Her back arched, pushing into his frame. He pushed back, his hands greedy, his tongue covetously tasting all her body.

Panties had to come off, she thought. Shorts, then panties. She would meet him skin to skin, feel everything. She gripped his arms as she lifted and wriggled out of the rest of her clothes with the help of his hands. Without a second more invitation his mouth latched onto her breast, his fingers trailing her blonde curls, parting her dripping folds. She cried out, hugging tighter to his long frame.

"Ollie!" she breathed, his fingers playing rough against her sensitive nub. The sensations were sending her wild. His mouth was slow and steady, teasingly licking at her nipple. His fingers were hot and hungry circling her entrance as she mewled in anticipation. He slipped in one finger, pumping rapidly against her walls. She gasped, another finger curling up inside her, finding that special spot that made her scream. She came fast with a shout, the anticipating of the act being her own personal foreplay dragging on for an inhumane number of days, non-stop. His fingers rode her spasms as he continued to tease, her sensitivity throwing her up higher. Her fingers squeezed his bicep, her mouth dropping open to let the sounds of her pleasure fill his ears.

She was beautiful.

Her high returned her back to reality with promise of another trip into the great orgasmic beyond. Ollie was kissing down her chest, his tongue circling her navel and quickly dipping in before moving lower, beneath the duvet to her sex. She ran her fingers in his hair, trying to pull him back up. She had waited too long to waste time when she could be feeling him, hard and hungry pounding into her.

"Chloe I don't have-" he began to apologise, regret highlighting his words. She was too far gone to even find the fault in the fact her playboy was without condoms.

"Don't need." she replied and shuffled down under his frame, the feel of his firm and plentiful length crashing against her wet core sending shivers and rolls of sex flooding into her. You could call it premeditation that she was on the pill… maybe you could call it invading privacy that she looked at Oliver's last full physical after he had the 'cloud nine' attack and knew perfectly well the extent of his health. Maybe she writhed internally at the thought of feeling him, all of him, no cloak covering him, no distance between the colliding flesh.

Ollie rocked his hips, his length riding against her folds. She moaned, her fingers clutching onto him, nails biting though she could never grow them long enough to hurt.

"Please" she breathed, her breath hot on his neck. "Please." Begging for more she repeated, wriggling her hips trying to meet one of his thrusts with the right angle. Ever the tease Ollie couldn't cave till he wanted. If this was a dream, then it only made sense he dragged it out for as long as possible. And if by some miraculous chance this was reality… he gulped… he wanted to savour every sensation. The night engulfing their fears and inhibitions may leave them partially blind, but every touch was as live as a firework and made exploration all that more sweet. And Chloe was as sweet as they came, and when she came… oh, it took all his strength not to blow his load then and there like a teen on prom night all over her thigh, to claim her as his own. And how much he did want to claim her, to hear her cries of pleasure for him and only him. "Ollie, I need you." At the simple call of his name he was done teasing and shoved forward, sliding with ease inside her. She cried out, pulling herself closer to him and wrapping her legs tighter, her heels digging into his ass with every thrust. He wanted to go slow, he wanted to take eons worshipping her body, but his name falling from her ruby lips unravelled all control. She was so tight, squeezing his cock, silently begging for his release. Maybe it was her size, maybe it was the gymnastics and yoga, or maybe he should be thanking those kegel exercise she was on about, but she had a grip on him that could match that around his heart. He may have belonged to her for months on end, but the surrendering gasps, the moans, the mewls she made, they all belonged to him. Her eyes sparkled, alive with the feeling of him. Her lips attacked whatever flesh they could find, wanting to taste. Her walls soft and tight, the warmth incomparable, each stroke draining another inch of self control.

She deepened his drives, crossing her ankles on his lower back. The feel was instant, each flying, dissolved entirely in the presence of the other close to them. His thrusts became deeper, hitting her in all the right places. She arched up her back, another tidal wave of lust about to drown her, and in all honesty he was fighting the current to stay afloat for her. Did she know how long he had waited for her? How long he had slaved over work, when all he wanted was her?

He rocked against her pleasure centre and she clamped down around him, her spasming walls drawing his own climax and milking out his seed. A roar ripped from his lips, her name spiralling through her quivering body mid-orgasm.

Ollie collapsed onto his forearms, his mouth snuggled between her breasts, their panting filling the black room. She held him there, next to her heart. The darkness was a warm blanket over her closed eyes letting her find peace. Sex had changed something in her… whatever it was she didn't know, but it felt a whole lot better with Ollie pressed up against her.

Chloe felt better than she ever had before when she woke. She heard the padding of bare feet across wood and opened her eyes to the daylight bathed room and a stunning Oliver looking sleep dazed and stumbling away from the dresser like a drunk who had accidentally hit it. She giggled then bit her lip as he turned back. He met her guilt face again and couldn't help but laugh himself. It had taken him a few moments that morning to realise what he felt last night was no dream. There definitely was a naked Chloe plastered to his chest and the room fragranced with the feint scents of sex. All he could think was 'thank god'; if she hadn't done something soon, he most definitely would have.

"Ollie, about last night…" Chloe began, tugging the silk sheet with her as she stood. Ollie cocked an eyebrow but otherwise kept silent about her irrational modesty. Sure, he had boxers on, but that was only because he wanted hydration, he was on his way before sleep decided it wanted him back and almost dragged him into his dresser. "Maybe… I might have-"

"If this is another apology I don't accept." He cut her off in anticipation.

"I, but I-" He grinned and stuck a hand out to her. She eyed it questionably before taking a deep breath, pulling on her metaphorical big girl panties and sliding hers into his. He led her into the bathroom then reached it to turn on the shower. He dropped her hand, leaving her confused then returned with 2 large white towels.

"Go on." he urged, nodding his head to the shower.

"Ollie, what…w-" she stumbled over her words.

"You need a shower. I need a shower. I happen to have a big enough shower for the both of us." He nodded and dropped his boxers. She averted her eyes politely though she was dying to turn back. If her occasional glances didn't give her away, the blush most certainly would.

"Ollie, I can wait till you're done I-"

"Do you want the polar bears to die Chloe?" She turned back, no care for her innocent eyes.

"What? No, of course not-"

"Then, we'll save the planet. One shared shower at a time." he explained. She grinned at his logic and he drew her to him, his fingers relieving hers of her silk guard and it pooled around her feet. "Beautiful" he spoke in awe and tugged on her hand again opening the glass shower door and pulling her with him to close behind. "You know… I am sorry I missed that last night." She turned back to face him, the spray on her back.

"What?" she asked, trying to keep her eyes above his waist. Easier said than done. It seemed gravity claimed her gaze in here too.

"There's a lovely bunny taking residence on your left butt cheek." She laughed. Her birth mark was shaped like a rabbit, she had once thought of getting it outlined in tattoo ink when she had her rebellious teenage phase, the thought passed when she realised she'd have to have a tattooist actually see her ass to do it.

"Don't mock." She playfully slapped his arm, feeling less insecure the longer Ollie blatantly stared. "Do I pass your test?" she asked following his gaze as she stuck out her arms and turned for him.

"Hmmm" He pulled her roughly to his chest, water covering them both. "I'd say you've got flying colours." It wasn't the only thing flying, little Ollie seemed to be wanting in on the steamy shower scene action.

"Really." She rolled her hips against him in tease. "Now, I remember the feel of your ass." Her hands snaked around to said object of perfection giving both cheeks a squeeze. "And how could I forget the arms." His arms wrapped around her waist keeping her close. "But I seem to be amiss a few details." she pondered aloud, purposefully filling the tone with a seductive tease.

"Hmmm. Is there anything I can help with?" he offered, then let her squeal as he picked her up, her breasts at the perfect high for sucking. She moaned loud, no care for appearances. She might have sounded like a whore, but Ollie caused all sorts of desires she couldn't understand. "Chloe?" he asked as she didn't reply.

"Birthmarks?" she asked, finally remembering the thread of the conversation.

"Two." he answered around her nipple. "Right calf and right underarm." The facts flew straight out of her brain, along with the rest of her questioning. Her hands smoothed over his shoulder blades and rolled down his back, following the trial of the water. Sure, they were meant to be getting clean… but she had to make sure they were properly dirty first. She dropped her legs, hearing his groan at the loss but he was quickly sated by her lips. Her tongue brushing against his as she followed his happy trail and wrapped her hand around his length. His body relaxed and he caged her against the tile wall, never leaving her lips for a second. She could just reach the tips of her thumb and first finger together around him and let just those form a neat ring, sliding his gracious length repeatedly. She rotated her wrist as she stroked him, adding to the friction.

"Chloe-" She could predict what he was going to say before he said it. He didn't want to let her miss out of her enjoyment and she would if she carried on. Her lips silenced his then lifted away, just her hand on his cock connecting them.

"In the spirit of fair play; I owe you. I enjoyed myself twice last night, where you only did once. I'd hate if you thought I was unfair." Though all she could think was the quote; 'all's fair in love and war'. But was this love? She supposed in some ways it could be classed as war… maybe a war of lust.

Ollie groaned, her fingers tracing over his tip where he was so very sensitive then back to viciously pumping him. He came with a shout, his seed jetting onto her thigh. She didn't care, she already felt like she belonged to him. Her body wanted him around, all the time, she was his. Why should she not let him mark her?

She reached around his body, the warm water washing away all evidence of activities and took the shower gel from the side, soaping up to rub across Ollie's chest. She marvelled at the touch on his skin. He wore his battle scars with pride, many just feint white lines, arguably not even there. Others were deeper, leaving raised edges on his skin, or slight dips. She delighted in trailing her fingers over them, covering them in a second skin of lather then watching it wash away to let them shine through again. Her lips followed the bubbles, the shower filled with the masculine scents of whatever was in his shower gel. It ran straight to her sex drive, kicking her back up into horniness.

Finally, after Chloe had thoroughly enjoyed herself twice more, they managed to keep their hands off each other long enough to get dressed. Chloe would have sworn that shower did more harm to the polar bears environment than good. It took almost three times as long as any girl before a date. She could also have sworn Ollie un-evened their orgasm level with a purpose to keep her coming back. It was unnecessary though, there was nothing that could keep her away from him now. Like any good addict, she was hooked for life, even if hers was shortening in length every time she walked out the door. What with Brainiac and evil creep guy, she was lucky to be alive right now. But with Ollie smiling at her and seeing straight through her clothing, she couldn't really find any reason to be thinking of anything else but him.

"What?" she asked, sliding in her ear rings and turning back to Oliver's stare.

"I'm just wondering if you were successful." He shrugged and ran his fingers down her bare arm.

"With?" she prompted, no idea what he was going on about.

"Well, you said you thought sex would clear your mind a bit. I think I've more than accomplished the sex part, so I'm wondering if you were as successful." Her heart beat filled her ears and she was overcome by an impulse to slap his hand from her body. Instead she turned back to her jewellery adding a necklace she didn't want to wear so she had something to do. Had she made her mind up? Yes, she felt different, but she didn't have a name for that feeling. It was no longer just lust, but it wasn't love.

She froze, a truck load of cold realization shattering over her. She recognised the feeling. Her eyes flickered back to meet Oliver's. She saw hope, tease and confidence. If she was to look into a mirror, she would see nothing that resembled any of them. She could chose to believe it wasn't true, but she knew from just a look. She was falling hard. It seemed Oliver had taken more than just her moans last night. It seemed soon he would be holding her heart. She shook her head and stepped back, watching Ollie react with her.

"Chloe?"

She couldn't fall in love with Oliver. She wasn't meant to. She shouldn't want his touch, she shouldn't want to spend all her time thinking of him. But like a poison he had corrupted her. She blinked, a tear rolling down. She wiped furiously at it, reddening her skin. Oliver was the one who couldn't be there. She shouldn't want him. With Lois, Green Arrow was in the way. With Tess it was a maid who he couldn't pass up. He was not boyfriend material. Not husband material. Not anything. So why, why in all the world would she want him? She'd already had her time for crappy guys. Clark never saw her, Jimmy hadn't trusted her, what would Oliver do to break her heart? Could she take it? Did she even want to give it a chance? "Chloe?" Oliver voice broke through, concern all over his expression. She pulled out her rainy day smile and shrugged him off.

"I'm fine." She couldn't recall the state of the conversation before she was attacked by her thoughts. He rose his eyebrows, clearly questioning her definition of 'fine'. "Seriously." She edged around him for the door and freedom to grieve her own stupid heart in peace. But Ollie's fingers wrapped around her wrist holding her back. "Ollie." She tugged for freedom but he pulled back and she landed with a sigh on the bed.

"Chloe. Talk to me." he pleaded, crossing his arms, his body keeping her locked to the bed.

"Oliver. It didn't mean anything. I had an itch, you scratched it." Her heart felt heavy in her chest as she spoke the words, wishing so desperately they could be true. She might not be head over heels for him yet, but it was a slippery slope and soon she be sliding into his arms telling him she wanted him forever. She refused to do that. Love only led to hurt. She had seen to much hurt. Oliver adding to that… she couldn't bear it.

"No. I don't believe that. See, here's what I think. I think you realised you felt something and it's scared you." Someone was overly confident in his abilities, she thought. Someone was also very perceptive.

"Cocky much?" she asked, and pushed up from the bed, making for the door again. He spun her back to face him.

"I don't see you denying it." he challenged.

"Ollie, don't falter yourself. You were convenient. But that's all. I don't feel anything for you. Sorry."

"Right." He stepped toward her, catching her as she made to move back and planted his lips on her, taking away her breath and making her head spin. Before she could stop herself she was clinging onto him, taking hold against his body, moving her lips with his, demanding more. With great restraint he stepped back, holding her at arms length. She opened her eyes to find his cocky grin front and centre, his tall frame leaning over hers with power. "You don't feel anything" he repeated, smiling so cheekily it could break her in two. He left her to stew, grinning as he walked downstairs, to make the coffee.

For the first time he didn't feel alone in their relationship. Though she may not admit it, he knew she had been taken prisoner to his charm and soon she'd be standing right next to him, no fear, no doubt and able to say just how she felt. Chloe came as a bundle package complete with a caffeine addiction and a whole background of ill fated luck. He knew, and he loved her ever more so for being able to keep as smiley as she was, but he also knew it would take time. For her to trust again, to realise what she had. He was willing to give her that time, and where possible, she could have as much space as she liked to ponder over him. But now he knew where she was, knew where she stood, and that knowledge brought his happy mood back with a rush. She might be pissed for a while, and she might not be as touchy feely as he would like, but he knew what she wanted beneath the barbed wire guarding her stitched up heart. He knew it was him.

Well, Chloe's been found out. Ollie's got a huge ego boost. What a chapter…

Now, I know I mentioned this before… but I'm mentioning it again. I'm not very confident about my smut, and I'd like to improve….so, tips are welcome.

Also... oh my god, for last chapter. The reviews were so sweet. I actually started a little jump up and down when I read how much you liked it. Thank you. Ever so much. You're all so sweet and kind.
And you're turning me into a soppy wreck... God, I love you all. *hugs and chocolate cookies all around*