I am so relieved you liked the last chapter. It really helps the writing continue. (My computer however, does not. It's a son of a bitching computer system and won't behave for me. If I don't update my fist has sailed through its screen. -Clearly I need anger management- Just so you know.)

Anyway, back to the actual story;

Ollie wants to win dear Chloe a pretty tiger in a show of masculinity and the right of passage for blossoming love. Of course, no task is too hard for our darling Arrow.

*swoon*

Chapter Twenty; Chemical Coffee

Ollie battled the hook-a-duck, tested his strength, climbed the rope ladder, shot balls into hoops, knocked down coconuts, conquered the shooting galleries, threw hoops over bottle necks and finally completed his right of passage into manhood. Chloe squeezed tight her prize and pulled Oliver close, landing her lips on his for a deeply plunging, whistle inducing, smacker of a kiss. Laughing she pulled back.

"Thank you Ollie."

"Anytime. And you know I mean that right." He winked, looping an arm around her shoulder while she cuddled the tiger to her chest. He didn't even feel jealous of the tiger… yet. But if she kept squeezing it like that, and jumping up and down every time she saw something she wanted to do or try he would soon be burning the thing. "And Ollie." she called as they started walking. "I'll never be yours." she teased and sprinted from his arms, running through the crowds across the grass fields. Ollie slowly shook his head. Funfair's seemed to pull inner Chloe to the surface and let her child run free. He absently wondered what Chloe would be like while drunk at a funfair. Shaking loose the hysterical thought he set off in the direction she took, ignoring the strange looks as he ran after her. It didn't take long for his long legs to reach her and he wrapped his arms around her as she giggled and they both ended up on the grass rolling around. Oliver hovered over her, his thumb running down her cheek lovingly.

"I thought you always stuck to your deals Chloe." he whispered, his lips closing to hers. She closed her eyes but no contact came. Instead there was Ollie, running his fingers down her arms, patiently waiting.

"Fine. I'm yours Ollie." He grinned so much so she thought it may break his perfectly designed cheek bones. "But only for today." she finished with a smile of her own. He shrugged and pulled her to her feet.

"I'll take what I can." Not a moment before they rejoined the crowds Bart appeared before them.

"Having fun are we? Dinah said Chloe-a-licious text her that you were having carnival time in Gotham. Seen the batman yet?" he jibed.

"No, but I'm thinking of making Ollie rob some woman in a dark alley and finally un-mask the secret hero." Ollie rolled his eyes.

"Good luck with that. Wish I could stay and watch but I gotta run. Dinah wants some 'real' food. Just figured you might be more comfortable with your own ride back rather than the smelly old men on public transport and all the pick-pockets."

"Good thinking." Ollie replied taking the keys from Bart.

"It's parked down by the city hall. Sweet ride amigo." Bart complimented. "Be good kids." He winked and let himself get swallow by the crowd and flash out of sight.

"So he issleeping with Dinah." Oliver commented. Chloe shook her head, ashamed at his lack of knowledge. "You aren't really going to make me rob some old woman are you? Because I don't need to know who Batman is." She slid her hand into his awaiting one and they made their way back to City hall.

"You don't need to know… because you already know?" she guessed, bouncing with her steps.

"He's a friend. But I'm not telling you who, so don't ask." She bit her lip, suddenly silent as they walked. "You're trying to figure out who it is, aren't you?"

"I think I know. I'm just checking…" Again she let the silence dominate as they kept walking. They paused by the parking lot as Ollie spotted his (thankfully intact) beauty parked lovingly between the lines. "I know!" she suddenly exclaimed.

"I doubt that." he commented.

"No. It must be. It makes sense. You have friends who are also bored billionaires, why should they not take up a little bit of heroism in their free time? And if we narrow down all the old people, the too young and the too unfit. You find a perfect match to the physique of Batman."

"You been checking out Batman?" he asked with a laugh. "Do vigilantes get you hot Sullivan?" he asked, leaning in close. She felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. She had worked for a while in Gotham and the Batman had been a little of an obsession for her inner reporter and from all the long nights she had been staring at his photo asking for answers, she had found a body worth praise. Not that she'd ever admit that to Oliver. "Is this why you got into all this hero stuff? So you could stare at my body? I should have known." he tutted comically and rounded to the divers side. Chloe dangled his keys from her fingers.

"Wrong side Arrow. I'm driving." she stated. Ollie turned and patted at his pockets.

"You pick-pocketed my keys?" he asked incredulous. "That's rather naughty Chloe. Maybe I should set you across my knee and spank you." Chloe bit her lip, keeping the 'yes please!' sealed in.

"Relax Ollie. I'll make sure you get home in one piece." She nudged his shoulder and slipped into the driver's seat. After re-arranging the seat so she could actually reach the pedals Ollie finally stepped in the passenger side.

"You do realise this is manual car right? Do you even have your driving license with you?" She rolled her eyes.

"Yes Ollie, and I have drove stick before."

Several minutes later they were flying down the motorway. Oliver was definitely re-thinking the stereotype of bad woman drivers. She wasn't super careful, nor reckless with his baby, and she had no fear of the accelerator either. His kind of woman. He had to admit, seeing her hand changing gears like a second nature; it stirred something even he couldn't understand.

"Ollie." she spoke after the radio finished its rock anthem. "You might wanna sort yourself out." She nodded her head at his lap, suppressing a laugh.

"I didn't cause this." he defended himself. "It's your driving."

"My driving gave you an erection?" she asked disbelieving. "I highly doubt that. I think you were letting a few fantasies run free there."

"I did nothing of the sort. Besides, this is your fault. I think you should be the one to resolve the problem."

"Sure. I know just the thing. Close your eyes." He let his head drop back against the rest, his eyes closed. "Now I want you to imagine Bart and Ac wrestling naked in mud." she laughed loudly as he shot back up from his relaxation.

"That's not exactly what I had in mind. But thanks for the 'lovely' visual which will be haunting me for the next year." She laughed again. "Just you wait till Ac's girlfriend hears about this. You'll be dead."

"Till she hears that you were stroking yourself while thinking of Ac and Bart naked… yeah, I'm sure I'll be the one in trouble there."

"You know. The next time you get an itch you want me to scratch, I could be very evil…"

"Resorting to Blackmail huh? I was so sure you'd end up trying to buy your way out of this too."

"Blackmail works better I find." he stated. "It worked before for you."

"When?"

"I got you to read me some smutty book didn't I?" Chloe groaned. She had only just forgotten about that.

"Fine. Close your eyes." He looked at her sceptically. He wasn't stupid enough of all for the same technique twice. "Ollie. Close your eyes." He didn't comply. She took her hand from the wheel, reaching it across to his lap and sliding open his zipper. "Pants off Ollie." she instructed, her hand going back to the wheel and pulling into the truck stop which conveniently was pretty empty. She parked in the shade of a willow tree in a far corner of the lot.

She turned her body around in the seat to face an awestruck Ollie. She gripped under his chair sliding it back as far as it would go and she spun over, straddling him. Fingers tackled the belt and buttons, lips pressed to his, her tongue parting for a deep taste. It was welcome, his mouth engaging in battle with hers, his hands sprawled on her middle gathering up her top. He left the jacket on, just shoving up her top and yanking down her bra to reach his goal. She cried at his cold fingers on her warm skin, keeping her close as his tongue rolled around her pebbled nipples. Unable to stop herself she rushed her fingers to his hair, holding him close to her chest, sparking every nerve in her body onto high alert.

Hips and groins met, grinding against each other. Ollie flicked his tongue rapidly against her and she could have sworn she almost orgasmed then and there. Her fingers went on autopilot between them both and freed his erection. Through her own complaint of loss, she shimmied down to the floor, not without difficulty, and bent between his knees. Before Ollie could get a syllable of protest out her tongue touched his tip and he was lost to pleasure. A high energy spirit seemed to flow from her hungry mouth and blazed straight down his length spiralling through his veins attacking his heart directly. He groaned, her mouth slick against his length, her tongue sensuously swirling against his veins sparking his senses alight. His groans filled the car, spurring her on.

Her one hand wrapped around his base, and she took him into her mouth, wrapping her glossed lips tight as she slid up and down. Glancing up she watched him unravel, his hand fixed and tense on the door handle, his eyes hidden behind lids while his jaw dropped, another moan flowing freely. She couldn't hold back a moan herself, the power of being the one to undo the great womaniser a high too immense to stay hidden. Her pleasured calls vibrated in her mouth and along his length straight up to shudder through him.

She felt him tighten, her fingers still toying with that her gag reflex wouldn't allow in. Drawing in her cheeks and flickering her tongue she flipped the last mark with style. He came with a roar, his taste splashed on her tongue; salty sweet. With a successful grin she swallowed and released him with a pop, a quick dart of her tongue on his tip again in parting. The back of her hand wiped across her mouth, taking with it any evidence of their activities. Her tongue followed, the flavour of the gloss mixed with him.

He grabbed her as she tried to right herself and slip back into the driver's seat with grace.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked and pulled her back across him, pulling back her clothing to expose her beautiful breasts and tug on her bottoms. Before she could blink or think straight her jeans were sliding off her ankles. "I like these." he stated, a finger tracing the lace of her barely there underwear. She dressed with Ollie in mind. There was a rather obvious wet mark where he could tell just how much she wanted him; he ran his finger over it.

She drew in breath, dropping her head back into the driver seat and arching over the gears trying to find somewhere comfy. Not an easy task in car, but when your only options were; A) Leave and wait till they got home. Or B) Find somewhere comfy and get your kicks here. B seemed favourable.

Ollie slipped his fingers under the material, hooking them around and pulling to reveal her glistening sex, dripping with her juices. Yeah, she wanted him. Like a craving that would never fade till she had her hit. She needed him. "Spread you legs for me." he purred and she complied, her core aching hot for his touch again. "Beautiful."

Her moans had been for more than just his pleasure; they had been melting her piece by piece, the anticipation of the reward. A single cold finger stroked down and she quivered for more. He trailed back up, parting her folds and dipping his head to touch her with his tongue. She cried out at the sensation, flaring through her body and straight to her head. She was burning up with want. His name left her lips in a whispering plea. He darted out his tongue again, tasting her essence that was already coating her thoroughly. She took hold on the seat, gripping tight as his rough skinned fingers rubbed against her clit with a passion no others could match. Her eyes shut tight, the waves pulling her further to the promised high. A squeal of delight left her as his mouth sucked her button into his mouth, his fingers plunging into her over and over.

Smooth bare legs locked around him, the muscles wanting deeper, closer, faster, better, anything to bring her to that spiralling ache of bliss that shredded her system, polluting it with an incomparable rush. The seat was taking the strain from her fingers and he ploughed deeper, his fingers curling against her tight walls. The tip of his tongue fluttered gentle against her clit taking her staggered breathing for his reward and once again sucking her clit ferociously. The change from his loving caresses and demanding desires was playing hot and cold on her nerves shooting chemicals from her heart to sex directly in a two way rally. Her back arched, pushing her hips closer to his face. His free hand wrapped around her hips, pulling her even closer, feeling his two fingers drive into her again.

Explosively she erupted, her hips slamming up against him, his tongue happily fierce to lap up her juices like a dying man in the desert. She was his salvation. Always had been.

The next thing her brain registered that wasn't the purest form of happiness was Ollie's smug grin as he pocketed her panties.

"Hey, I need those." she argued.

"I need them more." He winked and held out a hand to help her back up. She scowled but accepted. Sitting across his lap again she leaned back for her jeans and her head met the dashboard with a thud.

"Ow…" she laughed and rubbed her head.

"You okay?" he asked, pulling her back to his chest and kissing the top of her head.

"Hmmm." she sounded rubbing her head. As she pulled on the jeans and re-righted herself once more he switched seats into the driver's side. "Hey! I'm driving." she complained. He just smirked.

"And now I am." Her pout made a return but she settled into her new seat and pulled across the seat belt, once more checking she was all zipped and covered up.

"Fine. But we're stopping for coffee."

"Of course, where would you like your coffee from darling?" he replied condescendingly.

"Wake me when we get back in metropolis and I'll tell you." She set her head back, curling on the seat and closed her eyes.

Chloe didn't manage to find sleep but she did find the exact coffee spot she wanted. It was a few streets over from the Daily Planet and used to be part of her daily ritual. It wasn't the best coffee she'd ever had, but it came damn close and the man who owned it knew her by name and would mix her whatever she wanted. He was a good man. Alan was his name. Would he be sad she hadn't come to see him every day? Chloe sure was. He had the personality that made you want to smile despite your situation. And, of course, he served coffee which put an extra big smile on her face.

She stepped from the car, leaving Ollie tapping his fingers down the wheel impatiently. Rolling her eyes she strolled down, turning to find the stall. It was there, as usual, but no Alan. Instead a smaller man stood, he was quite skinny, with black hair, gelled down smoothly. Something told her she had seen him before. Maybe he had worked alongside Alan some time before. She told him her order, trying to figure out how she knew him. Her brain told her danger, but she couldn't understand that either. She turned back, looking at the car. Ollie was still watching her, but he didn't seem to be worried, maybe she was over-reacting. Maybe the paranoia was making a return. She mentally shook it off and turned back smiling as the man passed her two cups and took her money. He handed her back the change with a question.

"You must be Miss Sullivan." His voice seemed familiar. A little cocky and know-it-all like. But where was it from?

"How do you figure that?" she asked, trying to work through the fog in her head.

"Alan said I'd get a small reporter woman who had your order."

"Oh, is Alan on vacation?"

"Something like that." he confirmed. "It's a new blend in your order. Try it." He nudged his head to her untouched coffee cup. She couldn't help but feel cautious. She looked around at Ollie, he hadn't picked up any off signals about them, then again he wasn't standing here. Still, what harm could a cup of coffee do?

The last words of a fool.

She put the plastic cup to her lips, tasting the liquid energy as it flowed down her throat. It was magical, she kept drinking, no care for the burning sensation as the boiling water kept to its track. Her throat was throbbing but she couldn't stop. The sale's man watched as her eyes turned from their sweetest baby green to a multicoloured shade. The iris's turned bright yellow, the lower halves gleaming violet in the sunlight. It was show of a hazardous mix of chemicals dominating her being. He smiled.

"Miss Sullivan, can you hear me?" Chloe's head clicked up, the coffee cup forgotten. "Good. Slowly walk past the stall and take the second left turning. Do not talk to anyone or stop till you reach my brother. Do you understand?" Chloe nodded, lost to the trance. She dropped the coffee cup and walked around, each step controlled and precise in its form. Orders followed neatly and she turned left on the second branch to meet with the twin of the man who sold her the coffee, except his hair was blonde and uncontrollably stuck in spikes.

Inside its chemical cage her brain went wild, she had walked straight into a trap. The spark twins were playing her. Her body shook with fear but her feet kept walking, they couldn't stop till she reached the brother.

"Hush now. Don't panic." Her body stopped its shakes, but the fear would not leave her tainted eyes. "See that car?" Chloe nodded despite her best efforts. "Go get in it." Her feet started to move without her consent and she was soon sitting in warmth and comfort of a scrappy car. The driver turned around and grinned at her.

"Miss Sullivan. Don't try to run. Don't scream and only speak if we ask you a question." She nodded again, noting the driver to be the larger of the trio that tried to take her before. He drove and looped back, the tinted windows letting her see out, but no-one to see in. A tear dripped from her eye as she watched Oliver get flung through the air smacked with electricity from the twins before they ran from the streets and flew into the car. She turned, still silent, watching in fear as Oliver dusted himself and the spectators off, calling out for her.

"Ol-" The tiny squeak of his name managed to get out as one of the twins forced her head back.

"I thought you told her to be silent."

"I did." The larger replied. "She's a meteor chick, it wears out faster. Give her a double dose."

Chloe watched as the dyed twin pulled a briefcase from under the driver's seat and unclipped it.

"Roll up her sleeve." The blonde twin spoke taking the needle from his brother and filling the tube to it's full.

"Are you insane? Boss wants her alive. Give her that much and she'll be comatose."

"What's better comatose or running free?" he answered back to his brother.

"If she-"

"If I hear another word out of either of your two dicks I'll inject both of you. Give her the stinking dose and let boss man deal with it." Without a word from either twin they submitted and rolled up the leather jacket sleeve of Ollie's she was still wearing and stuck the needle into a vein. Like a truck hitting her, she felt the effects almost immediately. It was almost like her brain just powered down, letting their words fill her head instead.

Okay…I'm ready, give it to me.

Your brain's thinking: 'You're so evil how can you leave me like that? I hate you… Please write more.'

My brain's reply: 'Lol.'

Just kidding, don't worry. Everything will be fine. I promise.

*Un-crosses fingers as reviewers leave the page*