Ollie was a very bad sexy hunk of a man, and Chloe swore he would paying for it.

I know you all have some very smutty idea of payback in your heads you dirty dirty people. I can't say I'm exactly clean with the ideas either, but this is one of the cleanest.

(Okay, so I know it sucks. I could have walked the tricky path that is bondage fun, but I think this way is a hell of a lot softer, easier to write and it shows a more 'emotional' side to their relationship. It lends to future chapters and although I admit to having scrapped this chapter a million and one times, I do think it was easier to write than any spanking/bondage/rope/whatever kids do these days- type of fun.)

Chapter Nineteen; Caveman

Finally fully dressed, fresh and ready to go, Chloe had settled her temper into a mild stewing. It wasn't gone, but it let her level head come back into play. Another deep breath and she floated back into the bedroom. Ollie was still naked, lying under the covers re-reading his favourite parts from the book. Chloe shook her head and fished his jeans from the floor, her hand slipping into each of the pockets but coming back empty. She pouted and picked up his leather jacket checking those pockets as well.

"Looking for something" Ollie asked, dropping the book to his lap. Chloe ignored him, the best way to cool the temper was to stick with her plan. At that moment Oliver had nothing to do with it.

She slid his jacket over her shoulders warmed by the scent of him and made to the door. Ollie listened to her move around beneath him for a few minutes before deciding he too should probably get a move on. Laying naked in bed all day was only a good idea if you had someone to pass the time with. He found Chloe drinking coffee and wandering around, her eyes scanning the room. "Chloe, what are you after?"

"Your keys…" she replied without coming out of search mode. At least her temper was softer. Though her last line was still buzzing in his head; Payback?

"You have your own." He settled onto the couch, leaning across the back to watch her hunt around aimlessly.

"No. Your car keys." she corrected, running her fingers over the table top as she walked past.

"Why do you want my car keys?" She flashed her eyes up at him, but decided against whatever smart comment she was going to make and rounded to stand opposite him.

"Where are they?" She turned back, her search proving fruitless.

"I don't have them." he admitted. "Bart wanted to borrow my car. Is he really sleeping with Dinah?"

"What did he want to borrow your car for? He can super speed faster than it." She blatantly brushed off the last half of the words. Ollie shrugged.

"He said something about some girls. I figured we would be staying in again. Why do you want it?" he asked again. Again, she ignored the question.

"You lent Bart your car so he could pick up chics?" She rose her eyebrows.

"It was probably just to show off to Dinah." he qualified. "Why do you want it?" he continued to ask. Finally she answered after flopping down to the sofa opposite him. She couldn't trust herself to sit next to him.

"I just wanted out for a while." she sighed and brushed her hand through her hair.

"And where did you plan to go?" he probed, curious as to what she desired. He would provide. Anything for Chloe.

"Where ever I wanted. Just follow the road, I don't know. But staying trapped inside your tower all day isn't going to cut it for much longer. I need air."

"Then we'll go out." he stated. "I can have another car drove over." Chloe groaned internally. Originally, this plan was to get away from her impending death, her lazy days and most importantly; Ollie. But he seemed to presume he was coming with her. Then again… her brain clicked alight with a brilliantly evil idea, she did owe him for this morning.

"No. No need for a car. Come on Ollie. We're going out." She pulled him up from the sofa and 20 minutes later they were outside the subway.

"Chloe? What are we doing here?" Call her crazy, but Ollie looked slightly nervous. For a playboy who would jump on a plane at a moment's notice to go party with some foreign girls, it was slightly out of character.

"Being impulsive." she simply answered.

"And we need to use the subway because…?" he probed while dodging between the millions of people to keep pace with her. He blamed her tiny size for why she could cut between crowds so easily, he had barged into people too many times to count, and the amount of times he said the word sorry had make it sound less and less like a real word.

"Because, if you don't plan ahead, you don't know where you're going." she said cryptically. At the lack of his reply she turned to see his head bobbing in the sea of commuters. It was always busy around 12 o'clock. There were those commuting with work, those travelling to meet family and friends, and those stopping for lunch. Mothers with prams and football travellers all seemed to enjoy this time as well. Huffing, Chloe turned back into the waves of bodies back to Ollie, grabbing his wrist and pulling him with her. His life raft in the storm. She laughed at the thought of the billionaire travelling on the subway, he was probably a virgin for this mode of transport. It was probably the only virginal thing left in him, she thought again and tugged harder, pulling him against the current, slipping through people as they marched along. Finally they reached the platform and Ollie had a breather.

"Jeez Chloe. How'd you do that?" he asked, referring to her technique to divide crowds.

"I'm special." she simply answer, shooting him a smile. "Com'on Arrow, this is our ride." She replaced her hand to his and started a slight running jog onto the cart before the doors closed. He kept up easily, his strides longer than hers. When she finally stopped they were watching the doors close behind them and taking hold onto a cold steel railing sprouting from the floor to stop them from falling as the accelerator touched down.

"So, where is it we're going?" he asked, scanning across the millions of people around him. All seats were taken, and the floor space was starting to fill with feet. Chloe shrugged and smiled.

"I have no idea. I guess we'll find out soon though."

"You do this often?" He rose his eyebrows.

"Lois used to believe the surprise of not knowing offered more answers than knowledge. When we had cousin time and she had to decide on what to do she just raced me to the subway and we got on the first train that was leaving. It started when she originally just forgot about it being her turn and tried to fake it… but, after a while it started to become a little tradition." She curled into her hold to let an old gentleman toward the doors.

"When do we decide to get off?" Ollie tried not to watch her press her chest to the bar as she moved. He failed miserably, but with a huge smile on his face.

"End of the line. Always end of the line." The doors became crowded as the next platform approached. His deathly scared, basket of bombs, face came back as they approached and a few thousand all crammed onto the train. Chloe grinned and slipped under Ollie's arms, her back pressed to the bar, caged in his grip. Ollie took a deep breath. This type of close contact was not good for pure thoughts. Nor was the woman standing behind who he was pretty sure just made a point of grabbing his ass. Chloe watched Ollie's eyes blaze alight and his head whip around. She smiled and wrapped one arm around him to keep steady, the other tapped the blonde behind him.

"Excuse me. I think we'd like the wallet back please." Chloe grinned, surprising the woman.

"What wallet? I don't have any." she tried to deny. The battering of eyelashes and cloud of heavy perfume did nothing to verify her point.

"Right. So you won't be willing to trade this for it?" Chloe waved a black snake skin purse she had pick-pocketed from the blonde. She was not the only one with sticky fingers and talent.

"How did you-" she stuttered. Then something clicked. "Sorry ma'am. I didn't realise you were also in the biz." Chloe smiled but said nothing till the blonde fished through her satchel for her latest find and handed it back. Chloe checked the driving licence photo. Somehow even Oliver managed to look cute in black and white. The money was still in there as well. Chloe handed the blonde back her purse.

"Be a doll and take the next carriage would you?"

"Of course. Sorry Miss. Sir." She nodded to them both and scurried down the train. Chloe slipped back into Ollie's hold, her hand racing up his chest and sliding his wallet into a new home in his jacket pocket. He had switched into a black blazer over his shirt since she was still comfily wearing his leather jacket.

"Okay, did I just get pick-pocketed?" he questioned as Chloe's hand left his clothing.

"Hazard of public transport."

"And you sent her into the other cart to finished off her day job?" he questioned Chloe's thinking.

"Like I said, it's a hazard of public transport."

"And you're letting this hazard go find some work on some other innocent people?"

"Everybody has to work. Besides, if you can't spot pick-pockets then you deserve to be minus your wallet. It's not like she was especially crafty about it. The police will pick her up soon."

"Unlike you. What's with your fast fingers?"

"Relax Ollie. It's not a hobby or anything. You have your skills, I have mine."

"My skills don't include fast fingering."

"Oh, I dare to disagree." she muttered under her breath. Ollie didn't have a chance to respond before the brakes squealed and they arrived at another stop. Chloe widened her eyes at the number of passengers desired to come aboard. It usually wasn't this busy. Then she found her cause. On a column swarmed by shoppers was a bright orange poster. Gotham City was having a festival. Alcohol, shopping and fun; no wonder there were crowds. And she'd bet any money they were on their way to Gotham. At least that was one mystery solved. She didn't quite know how they expected to fit all these people onto these three carts though. Chloe took a step forward, wrapping her arms around Ollie's middle, making room as they doors opened and floods of travellers crammed to get a space.

She closed her eyes listening to Oliver's heart beat, rather than the inane chatter of boring lives. He was warm, and according to his heart beat, he was quite energised this morning. Maybe the pickpocket had given him a scare, or maybe it was public transport in general. She trailed one hand from around his middle up his chest looping around his neck. She giggled, listening to his heartbeat jump.

"Chloe." he muttered. "Do you really think that's appropriate?" She faked offense at the comment, besides she hadn't even got started yet. With an evil smile she let her hand drop from his shoulder, her body covering her movements from view as she trailed down to his zipper gently cupping him. He caught her hand in his, lifting it from him with a horrified scared expression on his face. She laughed. "I don't think now's the right time Chloe." Oh, she thought, where was the tease in this? He refused to release her hand so she stood up on her tip-toes, her lips by his ear.

"Was this morning the right time for your claim on me?" She let her lips linger, watching the dread fall across his face. Was this how Chloe planned to pay him back? He turned his face to meet hers. The victory, however small, was ripe across her features. "Don't worry Ollie. I'll behave." she whispered and lowered herself down, crushing her breasts against his hard muscles as she reclaimed her hold around his middle.

"Chloe." he warned low through his teeth.

"Relax darling." she sneered. "Stressing will only make you age quicker." she quipped.

Gotham arrived to offer mercy upon the soul she held in her grasp, along with other things her fingers had played against. Every part of skin that wasn't covered, even some that had been, had felt the warm caress of her most gentle touches, they had been victim to the luring kisses that spoke volumes more than innocence. Oliver took her arm as they left, making sure she kept under control. Chloe was slippery though. Every time he thought he had the blood in his cock under control she would ghost across him or whisper suggestively and he'd unravel all over again, the folded blazer in his arms moving back to the front of his body.

Stalls crawled past them, vendors danced across their vision selling different spices, jewellery, foods and gifts. Entertainers were in full swing; balloon animals gracing the air space with their clever twists, jugglers were throwing up bottles higher than buildings, the streets were packed with life down every alley. Yet the only life Ollie could think of was the one with her hand in his back pocket lazily drawing subtle circles with one finger on his ass as they walked.

A brilliant sunshine was throwing from silver trinkets and necklaces on a vendors table drawing on Chloe's inner magpie. They stopped by the stall, the handcrafted patterns teasing her eyes. They were all so beautiful.

"Want one?" Ollie asked leaning down to her smaller height. She turned back to him with an expression that questioned his intentions. "I'll buy them all if you want." She let loose a small second or two of giggles then let the grin settle as she tugged him along, away from the seller. It would take more than the contents of his wallet to win her forgiveness.

She continued leading him along, products lined both sides of the streets. The sun was met by a small breeze lifting banners of joyous events to soar into the sky; it kept things the perfect temperature. But that wasn't in Chloe's plan. With her hand snaking up from its position in his jeans pocket she slipped it into his hand and with a sinful grin she tugged him into an alleyway away from the callers, crowds and sunshine. She pushed him back into the wall, her hands hooked around his neck, her lips pressed to his; stirring the heated desire back up in his blood. Oliver wasn't one to lie down and accept any punishment but the reins were firmly in her grasp and she wouldn't give them back now she had them. Like a good boy his lips parted letting her in. He tasted like the chocolate shot they had been offered earlier. God, it was like heaven. All plans of seduction flew from her grasp and she crushed herself closer to him, his hands holding her close. One messing in her hair, the other wrapped around her waist, making sure she didn't leave before he'd had his fill. Not that she could. She was as lost to him as he was to her.

No. She was making a point. She wasn't his to control. Taking hold of that single thought she broke his hold and stepped back, gasping for the oxygen she desperately wanted not to need. She met Oliver's eyes and a shock ran clear through her body as he had her pinned in turn against the other wall. His lips crashed upon hers. Blood ran white hot, blazing through her system smashing all sensible thinking. Screw the voyeurs; she wanted him. He still injected her with the chocolate heaven, feeding the fire in her sex with the answer to one of the most difficult questions a woman has to answer: chocolate or sex? The answer: both.

His hands slithered down to take placement on her hips, colliding them to his growing stiffness. She gasped aloud, the sound swallowed again by him.

A wolf whistle and jeering broke them apart, nailing her into the present. The group of teen (18 or 19 years old she'd guess by the severe cockiness) boys stood at the entrance to the alley cheering at the situation before them. Oliver rested his head against her shoulder, fighting for the urge to murder the intruders to quell.

"Oh, what's wrong baby? Your man not got the juice to get you off?" One jeered.

"Yeah. We can show you a good time."

"A real good time. Come with us pet. We'll treat you like the fuckin' princess you are." The teens hand went to his crotch, cupping himself. Chloe fought the heat flooding her cheeks.

"I'm fine." she answered.

"Oh com'on baby." They laughed. "I'll buy you flowers." he proposed.

"Just flowers? I'd buy her the fuckin' world she's so hot. Look at that body. Woman you are one fine piece of ass." The other countered.

Chloe giggled, feeling their enjoyment, probably from the beer festival. She also felt the anger vibrating through Oliver and settled her hand back to him to keep him in place.

"Babe. What you say? You wanna stay with him or see some real men take a shot at treating you like you deserve?" Oliver's fists pulled. Chloe wrapped a hand tighter, her fingers closing around his tightened ones.

"I'm taken." she insisted.

"You sure? I've got my own car." He laughed.

"I'm pretty sure."

"Can't say we didn't try." Another settled with his answer, slinging an arm across his mate and starting the walk of shame off. "You get bored and you come find us. Right?" Chloe nodded, not bothering to keep the laughter back. "Lovely. Boys, back to the beer." He instructed and the rally of beer chorus's started again as they walked off. Chloe took a deep breath. It was nice to know she still had what it takes. But it had made her realise just how close she was to yet again handing Ollie the reins, and in a dirty back alley. God, what did this man do to her? She rested a hand either side of his face, bringing him back meet her eyes.

"Ollie. They were drunk. They were just having fun." She hushed his murderous intent. He calmed by a small percentage, his eyes searching hers. She pressed her lips to his, only for a few seconds, careful not to loose herself. As she drew back she took both his hands. "You okay?"

"We're avoiding that beer festival at all costs." He stated.

"Ollie, they were just teens. They probably won't even remember anything tomorrow considering there's still more than 10 hours left of today and enough booze to drown all the alcoholics in the world. Please let it go." Her thumb stroked across his artistic cheek bones. The light in his eyes shimmering for her sweetness.

"Little bastards." he muttered and she laughed, dragging him back to the festival streets.

"How does coffee sound?" she offered and they took time out from anger and torture to lounge across the grass drinking and chomping on high calorie baked goods, all in the name of the festival.

"So, how's this work?" he asked her after they had looped fully around the festival stands, browsing street stalls and carnival games. "Can I buy my way out of this now, or is this more of a suffering endurance test till I snap and bend to your every will?" Chloe laughed. He had finally had enough, the devil and angel on his shoulder lacking the fight anymore. His devil was saying to find the nearest hotel, book a room and drive her to pleasure till she told the entirety of Gotham who she wanted more than the air she breathed. The angel had been corrupted by the sheer magnitude of the desire and was failing to find faults with his desires.

"Are you admitting you were in the wrong this morning?" She had purposefully been mercilessly teasing him for the last hour, casual caresses, accidental touches, carefree flirting with the male (and some female) assistants and sellers. All in the name of torture. She had a feeling from all the stolen kisses and groans under his breath that she was most definitely succeeding. No-one liked being wound up without a release. She was pretty sure if he hadn't cracked this time around it would all backfire and she'd be promising him everything and anything.

"No. I wasn't exactly in the wrong-"

"Do I need to start with the dirty whispers again?"

"No. No, there's no need for that. Well, not right now." He grinned and spun around to face her. "I won't admit I was wrong-" He silenced her with a finger to her luscious lips. "Because, I wasn't. And we both know it's the truth." She dead eyed him, daring him to push further and see just what she was capable of. "What? You do belong to me. You said so yourself." He sighed as her eyes started to find a deep hidden blaze he knew would consume him entirely. "Okay. I may have used a bad method to make you admit it. But your words were truthful." At her softening he took his finger from her lips.

"You finished now Mr Queen?" She rose her eyebrows. He nodded. "Good. First I want an apology."

"I apologise Chloe, for seducing the truth from you by denying you your happy moments."

"And you're going to make it up to me." she prompted.

"And I'm going to make it up to you." he repeated.

"Lovely. Thanks Ollie." She kissed his cheek, suddenly returning to her bubbly mood. Ollie didn't have chance to enjoy the feel of her lips to his skin before she was dragging him back into the flow of pedestrian traffic. "Time to prove you don't just have the mentality of an overgrown caveman." she teased and stopped by the entrance to the carnival.

"And how am I going to do that, when all I want to do is throw you over my shoulder and take you back to my cave?" he replied in full honestly. She rolled her eyes.

"Keep it in your pants. You're going to win me a tiger."

"I'm going to win you a tiger?" he repeated. "And where am I going to find this tiger?" She tugged on his hand and pulled him further into the sounds and smells of the fairground.

"Your target Mr Queen." She pointed up at a stuffed white Bengal Tiger hanging from the collection booth. Children were all doing the same, tugging on their parent's sleeves and pointing at the top prize.

"You want a stuffed animal? Fine, if it will get me off your rather sharp and pointy hook." He stepped forward fishing for his wallet, Chloe caught his arm and spun him around.

"Ollie, this isn't a money thing. It's a hundred points." He turned, sure enough there was a ticket tag of 100 on its right paw.

"That might be what it says, but I can probably just buy it for you if I ask the vender." Chloe laughed and pulled him back again.

"You won't win my sympathies with your money Mr Queen. I believe a show of skill is required."

"You want me to win a hundred tickets for a stuffed animal? Why? I can just buy it."

"Money may get you everywhere, but Lois and I came here a few years ago and ever since we've been trying to get enough tickets to win one. It's sort of a personal deal. It wouldn't be a fair win if I had you buy it."

"But for you to get me to win all the tickets, that's fair?"

"Think yourself lucky we got to this place before Lois dragged Clark, or I'd never live it down."

"Alright. Okay. I can do this." He stuffed his wallet back into his jacket pocket. "How do I get the points?"

"You really do stay cooped up in your money too much to see how real people live, don't you?" she asked rhetorically and led him to the first booth. "10 points for a first time win, 5 for a second try win and 2 for every other after that."

"Seriously? How do they expect you to get 100? Play all day?"

"More money for them." she confirmed.

"They make you pay to play as well? It would probably be cheaper if I bribed the vender." Chloe laughed. She stood to her tiptoes, back in Ollie's grasp.

"If you win me that tiger, not only will I forgive you. But I will freely admit I belong to you." she proposed.

"Winning a tiger it is." he confirmed.

This chapter comes from personal want, and not just the want to lick Ollie up and down like a popsicle. Ever since I was a little spry toddler I wanted a White Bengal Tiger from the carnival when it came into town. It was huge, about the size of an adult sprawled out and with amazing detail. But… it was a prize for some game that was near impossible. I swear every single child said this line; 'Daddy, win me that tiger' and I admit I also spoke those exactly words. Daddy tried a few thousand times and never won *sob sob* I swear the game was rigged. Damn carnie folk praying on the minds of poor defenceless children. But it had been my life's mission to win one. Being the pessimist I am; I figured I never would in real life, so I would do in fiction.

Anyway, moving past my childhood drama, thoughts/feelings you wanna share? I'd love to hear some. I probably should have made Ollie pay a little more, but Chloe's falling for him hard and fast, she can't help herself. Besides, the only punishment I could think of would be to hold back sex…but that would punish darling Chloe as well… which is wrong.

I can always re-do the chapter (again) to satisfy if you want. But if it's smut you're searching for, just hold on a little longer till the next chapter and it will be delivered. xx

(God, I feel so scared for reviews on this. I'll admit i'm not too happy with it myself but maybe that's just a writers bias and right... I don't know. But if I get the itch, and free time, this might change. I'll inform you if it does.)