Reviews have been delightful, and I must thank you. I don't usually write back personally because it makes me uncomfortable to be in social situations, and it's been pointed out before that a message filled with gratitude is a little of an over-kill, but in all seriousness they are so valued and I love each one.

In a reply to the anonymous Soldierdudette; Loved your review, but I do not really have any intention to continue S.E.X. I think devising a real plot would be far too complex for my simple mind, but it's nice to hear you liked it in such high praise. I promise if I ever get any sort of writer jumping me in the street and forcing me into the career, it will be the first thing I write. xx

Okay.

Time to find out who won the little bet. Is Chloe due for a good romp around on the mats with Ollie, or is a doctor visit in her future?

Chapter Twenty Nine; Sugar Rush

"Chloe." She rolled toward the sound, her arms slipping around his frame. He was warm and cuddly, despite the hard muscles. He chuckled, his chest rising and falling quickly and pulled her closer. "Big day today." She groaned and pulled closer to him. He submitted to her nuzzling, one hand running over her berry scented hair, the other following the delicious curve of her spine with one ghostly finger. She giggled and tossed around. Teasingly he traced across with his finger again. More giggles and she rolled her shoulder, trying to remove the tickle. "I could be evil and tickle you awake." She snapped her head up, her eyes still closed and mumbled something which could only be translated as 'you wouldn't dare' "Would you care to test that theory?" he dared her right back and she flashed her eyes open to scowl at him.

"Get out of bed and leave me alone you big oaf." she muttered and crashed back against his chest.

"10 minutes more, then I come back with a bucket of cold water." She whimpered and hugged him tighter.

"You're evil in a morning."

"It's not morning anymore. As of 9 minutes ago, it's officially afternoon."

"Not for me. Go back to sleep." she complained.

"Chloe…" His finger trailed down her back again, a ghost on her spine and she wriggled free of him huffing as she flipped back the duvet and stumbled to the bathroom.

Three cups later and she was caffeinated; ready to go. She stood in a tank top and loose bottoms opposite Oliver, ready to face her fate.

"You sure you wanna do this?" he asked for the 50th time. For the 100th she replied exactly the same.

"A deals a deal. Can't back out."

"Fine. Come here." She stepped forward, the cold mats under her bare feet. His hands took hers and he kissed her, a second later she had her feet swept out from under her and she was lying on her back. "Don't get distracted." he instructed and the lessons began.

In a type of punishment he agreed to train her but he promised he would work her ass to the bone everyday and every night. She'd get no easy goings because she was female. She wanted this and she was going to get everything he had. She knew it was because he wanted her to quit. To call it off. But she told herself it was because he wanted her to be good so she wouldn't lose. At least that was what she repeated yet again as her ass hit the floor.

She had lost count of the number of hits he had landed on her. Lost count of the times she hit the mats. And by far lost count of the number of times she thought 'oh, just stuff it. Oliver will keep me safe'. She was staying vertical by sheer will power drawn from caffeine alone.

He had lessons for everything. Don't predict his moves. Don't wait for him to go first. Don't think the fight is over. Don't play blow for blow. Don't do this. Don't do that. Yep; he was trying his hardest to make her quit. Thankfully the inbuilt stubborn pride was fighting him mentally as well.

2 hours later and she was 70% sweat, 20% skin and 10% clothing. She didn't know how he did this all night as well; he must be as worn out as she was. He looked it, and thank god for that. Otherwise they would have been going all day. She crashed against the mats as he called it finished and let out a breath. Oliver was officially a sore loser. And determined to get his way, whatever the cost.

"You still want to learn?" he asked after downing another bottle of water.

"Oh yeah." she swore. "Then I can kick your ass for torturing me." He laughed and dropped to the floor beside her, passing her the water.

"Drink. You need to stay hydrated."

"No. I need you to have a lot less stamina."

"Oh com'on you don't mean that." He chuckled and laid back, his face level with hers. "I wouldn't be half as good in bed." He winked. She scowled and pathetically kicked out her leg at him. He barely felt it she was so drained. "We need to get some energy back in you. Dinner. My treat. We'll go out somewhere fancy."

"We need coffee." she corrected "And a shower." she added as a second thought.

"Drink the water."

"Coffee has water in it."

"Yep. That's true. But water also has water in it." She groaned and rolled onto her elbows tipping back the bottle. She had to admit, it was pretty refreshing.

"Why can't you just be a good guy and admit you lost fair and square?" she complained. He didn't say anything in response, just stared at her, looking smug. "So how long do I get tortured for?" she asked.

"I don't know what you mean." he replied coyly.

"I'll re-phrase. How long do I withhold sex from you for?" Yep she was just about pissed enough to withhold sex for everyday he burned her out. Besides, she hadn't the physical energy even if she wanted.

"Ah right. Well… how about if I make it up to you?" She rolled onto her side, looking at him.

"I'm listening." He grinned.

"I'll admit I wasn't the easiest of teachers today. But I won't apologise for making you stronger. If you want to be out there, I want you to be the best you can be, and the best way I can do that is to show you what it's really like. Fast, unfair and without mercy. I delivered that today, you will learn and you will cope." She rose an eyebrow. "But I will make it up to you. Good work will get a reward."

"Oh really? And do I get a reward today?" Her eyes lit up despite the teasing tone.

"5 star restaurant and you and Dinah can have girl time at a spa tomorrow morning."

"Oh Ollie. You sure know how to woo a girl. Offer her food and hot Swedish men to remove all her knots." She mock swooned and he shook his head trying to keep back the smile.

"I'll make sure you don't get any men." She rolled her eyes and flopped back to the mats.

"Spoil sport." she muttered and listened to him laugh. "Alright. Coffee." Somehow the simple word managed to draw on her last supply of energy and she was on her feet, racing to the kitchen.

Oliver groaned and collapsed fully as she went from sight. How did she have so much energy? He was knackered and in desperate need of a deep muscle massage himself. He doubted he could stand up, let alone race to the kitchen for coffee. Staying on the mats and sweating a river seemed to be all he was capable of…unlike the tiny fluffy kitten of energy who refused to give in. Sighing he rolled over and dragged himself to his feet.

"God Ollie." she cursed, her voice carrying from the bathroom. He poked his head around the door, drinking in her naked back.

"You called." She turned and looked over him dismissively.

"Have you seen this?" Her breasts, yeah, they were masterpieces. "Eyes little lower Ollie." He smirked and dropped his eyes. She had some purple panties on. Why purple he didn't know, but he loved them. "Ollie. Mind out of the gutter for a second please. Look." She swivelled to her side, her hands fluttering past the barely there cotton to the top of her left thigh. It was feint but there was the start of a bruise across her beautiful skin. If keeping her alive later meant giving her a few bruises now, he could rationalise that in his mind and stopped the guilt train from departing.

"I told you it was dangerous. You can always quit." Chloe rolled her eyes and sauntered up to him, a hand on his bare chest pushing him backwards as she tried to stay focussed. He passed the barrier of the door and she paused.

"You can always shower after me." She gave him one final shove and closed the door, making a point of sliding the lock home and shutting him out. He grinned to the solid wood and settled himself on the bed. Waiting.

She wasn't long, not long at all compared to other females, but she came back out solely covered by a white towel, sitting high on her legs, tucked under her arms. Without a second thought he stepped forward, to touch, to ravish, to taste, only to be blocked by her hand again.

"Shower first." she corrected.

"But I want you now." His eyes swore promises of fast pulses and screaming breaths in the grasp of the ultimate pleasure. Chloe gathered back her free will from the floor.

"I'm clean. You're sweaty." He took her hand in both of his and pulled her sharp to his chest, the cotton against his bare skin delightful, but he knew something better. Skin to skin. She gasped, clearly his thoughts had been wandering during her shower. Not that she could say hers had stayed PG either. "But… if you have a shower…" She left the suggestion hanging, her lips gliding along his in a teasing pass.

"How about I rectify this whole problem and make you sweaty, then we can both have a shower?"

"Hmm, I don't know." She sucked a breath, mocking him. "No. I'm sticking with my original idea. Shower." She ducked out from under him and waltz to her dresser pulling out underwear and letting the towel fall from her, no care for his stares. The air was still warm since the heat wave had yet to pass fully so Chloe threw a summer dress over her head and dodged Oliver's next grasp to grin cheekily and leave him for his shower. Alone.

Chloe hadn't sat down for more than a second when Lois barged in. Oliver's house also seemed to be open to everyone, she would have to be more careful from now on when and where they made with the monkey sex.

"Is Oliver here?" Was Lois's first question; demanding and looking like she was going to burst.

"Upstairs. Shower." She hoped. Oh god, if he came down naked now… Then again. It was anything Lois hadn't seen before.

"Good." Lois looked up at the ceiling like she could see through it then perched at the very end of the sofa, close to falling off. Her eyes locked with her cousins and the happiness seemed to spread. "I know. And I know you know." Okay, points for confusing statements go to…

"What do you know?"

"About Clark." Okay that was a shocker. She had expected some sort of other revelation. Like the coffee cart had a new flavour. "And I can't believe he told you before he told me. I can't believe you knew for all this time."

"Lois, what are you on about?" It wasn't below her cousin to go off shooting bullets and hope to hit something. Chloe had to make sure they were on the same page before she said anything.

"Oh com'on Chloe. Clark… and the blur. Clark is the blur." Okay… well, Clark had said he was going to tell her, but she didn't expect it to be this soon.

"What … did he… how did you-?"

"He told me. Well, he half told me, but I already knew." Lois's smile became more pronounced. "I can't believe I didn't see it before. All the phone calls, the quick exits, the ability to speed across the country in a second, with-"

"What do you mean 'he half told you'?" Had Chloe revealed something she shouldn't have?

"Well…" Lois's hyper streak took a dive and her face turned a little guilty. "He didn't actually say anything-"

"Lois!" Chloe felt shattered, she had betrayed Clark.

"No. I mean he called and said that he wanted to talk about something. And I found this paper as I was waiting to get home. The blur had been very active in North America recently. So I tracked him through the papers and every time Clark was off on one of his 'man trips' the Blur saved someone. I can't believe it. I should have seen it before."

"Lois! Does Clark know?"

"I was thinking of telling him later, when he comes back home. I just needed you to confirm it. Which I love you for little cus." Lois pulled Chloe into a hug but Chloe wriggled, Lois may be happy but Chloe currently felt a rock and hard place surrounding all her escape.

"How did you know I was in on this? You took a serious chance Lois."

"Oh please, you always had a lack of curiosity about the blur, and you were so close with Clark, you lied for him on more than one occasion. Of course you knew." Lois was so sure of herself. Impressed by her own power of outsmarting Chloe and finding that all important truth.

"Lois you can't just go around blurting this out."

"Do I look 5 years old? Of course not."

"Why didn't you just wait till he told you himself? What if he wanted to talk to you about something else? Can you act the same around him?"

"Chloe this isn't a Shakespearian drama. This is Clark. If I happen to let him slide on a few dates when I hear police sirens then so be it. He'll never know. And if he doesn't want me to know then that's fine, I won't betray him. But he should have told me."

"Lois, it's Clark's choice to tell you or not. You can't stick your nose into his life." Chloe stood, her anger from the trickery rising in her blood. What was she going to do now? She had sold Clark out to her cousin and Lois was grinning like a maniac. Like she'd just discovered the Holy Grail and wanted to know why Chloe wasn't jumping up and down with her. Lois's own temper rose, equally matching it's cousin's fire.

"I'm not sticking my nose in anywhere. I simply think with how close we are that he should be alright with telling me." Lois's hands fell to her hips. Her tone took a more dangerous turn.

"Ladies. Do I need to break you two apart?" Oliver's voice sailed down from the upstairs. Lois silenced.

"No. We're fine." Chloe answered and tugged Lois's arm back into Oliver's study.

"Okay, look. I get the fact that I maybe over trod into his life a bit. Maybe went a little bit stalker-ish. But Chloe, I knew something wasn't right. He left me in the middle of a date. At least this way I know it's not because of me." Lois paused and perched on Oliver's desk. "He does like me right? He was going to tell me someday… right?" Lois being un-sure was like the planets suddenly deciding to spin the other way. Chloe's anger dropped like a hot rod.

"Of course he likes you Lo. He called last night, he said he was going to tell you." Lois smiled and pulled Chloe to her for a love filled hug.

"Wait." Lois pulled back. Horror struck. "What do I wear? I'm pretty sure I don't have an outfit for a confession of super heroism." Chloe laughed and pulled back to her cousin. "Speaking of… how's life with the Green Arrow?"

"Lois…" the tone was warning. She'd prefer to talk Clark.

"Well, I already know how your sex life is. I heard way too much the other night thank you." Lois wafted her hand out and watched as Chloe turned defensive.

"We're just…" Screwing around and accidentally falling for each other? "Passing time." she finished.

"Till what?" Chloe sighed, Lois should probably know. She'd find out soon enough and then there would be hell to pay.

"Okay. Don't freak out. And I mean that. But… I'm sort of wanted dead by a few people and Oliver's keeping me safe."

"He's doing a lot more than that." Lois instinctively replied. "How do you even get yourself into these situations Chlo?" Chloe shrugged. "At least you love him. You could have to live with some jerk like-"

"Woah. I don't love him." Chloe denied, stepping back from her cousin. Lois smirked knowingly.

"Trust me. I know. Besides, when did my little cousin start sleeping with men she didn't love? That man's claimed you heart and soul and you're loving it." Before Chloe could deny any further a door shut upstairs and movements could be heard. "Happy sexing you little love birds." Lois sing songed and shuffled out the door and snuck from the apartment, before Chloe could say another word.

"What did Lois want?" Oliver came around the door to the study, taking Chloe back in his arms. She could feel the buzz flowing into her again, this wasn't the buzz of family or friends… it was different. Was Lois right? She shook it off and pulled herself back together.

"To destroy my life." She sighed. "How was your shower?" He smelled like cologne, inviting her in, her fingers playing with the collar of his white shirt. True to his word, they were going out to eat.

"Lonely." he replied, his finger curling under her jaw and lifting up her chin. Her eyes sparkled in anticipation. Naturally she cuddled closer, her arms wrapped around his neck. She gasped in surprise as she felt him lift her from the floor and he sat in his computer chair, her across his lap. "I have to go into work tomorrow." he whispered apologetically. "And I promised you a spa day."

"You don't have to. I'll be fine here. Dinah can come over and we'll gossip. I can stay in with Lois as well. We'll make it a girl's day."

"A girl's day…" he mused. "Would that be including pillow fights?" he teased.

"No. That's a girl's night." she corrected in a laugh. "For a girl's day we just wander around in lingerie and compared sex stories. Then maybe, if there's time we experiment with each other and make cheap porn videos to sell to old obese men who don't leave the computer chair all day."

"I knew it." he swore and she laughed again. He tugged forward his laptop and started searching different spa's. "Feel free to partake in those activities by the way. As long as I get to watch."

"If you're lucky maybe we'll give you a free video." she taunted.

"Oh you tease." He tilted her head, kissing her lips. "Mind out of the porn for a second or two please. We need to find you a spa."

20 minutes later and Chloe was practically purring, she had no idea there were so many types of massages, and then the body wraps, facials, treatments, peels and full body scrubs. The designs were spectacular as well. Never had she been so enticed by white tile and heated Jacuzzis. The food options as well. She'd tried to stray Ollie away from the 5 star, super expensive places, but he heard nothing of it. If it wasn't 5 star it wasn't good enough for his queen. Currently she only had one issue with the whole spa deal, and that was with leaving her technology at home. Almost all of the ones they looked at (the ones Oliver dubbed as good) forbid technology, or you had to leave them at the desk if it was important.

Eventually White Sands was mutually agreed upon. A quick text to Dinah and she was over the moon. Of course with it being all Oliver's treat she had no reason not to be. Oliver thought of getting Lois to tag along and make his wild fantasies a greater possibility. However, it seemed Lois was all booked up with Clark for the next few days when they had called. She was going to be lost on an island in the middle of no-where for another vacation since he had missed so much for the other one. Not to mention Lois was less likely to get him in trouble with her loud mouth if they were out of the country and away from large groups of people.

The spa was quite a drive out as well, a good hour out of the city limits. But then it made sense, what spa wanted the rush of traffic and the blaring of horns to entertain the clients? Chloe rested her head on his shoulder as he finished up, selecting the different options, making sure she had nothing to do but turn up and be pampered. By a woman, that had been specifically requested and granted which made him more relaxed about her adventure tomorrow.

"You do realise we'll need to go shopping." she muttered, nuzzling against his neck, getting comfy.

"And why is that?" he asked, not that he had any objection.

"Well. I'm not walking around a spa in the buff and I don't own any swim suit or anything."

"You could just go in your underwear. Besides, they give you a robe." He winked and looped his arm around her waist.

"Swim suit. Bikini." she corrected. He chuckled.

"Fine. We'll go after dinner. 'kay?" She sighed and closed her eyes as he finished the booking. Making sure nothing could go wrong.

"Where are we going for food?" she whispered, her breath warm on his neck. Ollie turned, looking down on her closed eyes. He'd worn her out bless her. At least he knew she did have limits and couldn't run solely on caffeine. It made him feel better about that morning.

"Where do you want?" A warm hand settled on her cheek and she smiled.

"Pizza." she muttered. He laughed.

"I can take you out anywhere. Anywhere in the world and you just want pizza?" She grinned, the effect somehow sweeter as she kept her eyes closed, hugging his chest and breathing in his scent.

"I like pizza." she justified the simple mindedness of an infant due to the mental exhaustion.

"How about being wined and dined in a beautiful restaurant and waited on my snobby staff?" She shrugged; indifferent to the option. "Dinner and dancing?" He stepped up his deal. But Chloe wasn't that type of girl.

"Paper plates and greasy Chinese?" she countered.

"Candlelit balcony overlooking the city?"

"Couch and old movie."

"Fancy outfits?"

"Pj's." she corrected, preferring her safe indoor eating habits. They required less effort.

"Thousands of cutleries you have no idea how to use?" She laughed.

"Fingers." she simply replied and drummed her digits against him.

"Tough." he replied. "We're going out."

"I'm not going anywhere that requires me to change outfit."

"Then I think I know where we're going." he concluded and shut off the laptop, nudging Chloe so she would wake up a little more. She grunted and whined but slipped from him and wandered to find shoes.

He was throwing and catching the car keys when she came back down. Her lips were painted to invite him closer. A feint aroma of perfume on her pulse points and a brighter spark in her eyes. She looked blissful and content with herself and, in connection, with him. Easily she accepted his hand on hers. Then he took her purse and threw it onto the sofa before pulling her into the elevator.

"Hey!"

"You don't need it. I'm paying. For the bikini as well. Besides, it makes you a target for robbery and I'm not feeling up for a run down the streets tonight." She grinned again and huddled to him as the elevator jutted down.

"I'm driving." she announced. The keys suddenly dangling from her ring finger. He looked down at his hands, he could have sworn he was holding them only a second ago. "You're lucky I didn't take your wallet as well" she spoke and giggled as he stood confused.

"You really think it's wise for you to be driving again? Remember last time?" He prompted trying to snatch the keys back. She kept them close to her, dodging his advances with ease.

"I'll try to remove the sensuality of my driving, but you need to keep your thoughts clean unless you plan on buying a car with a back seat."

"I'll keep that in mind." he noted. "But regardless, you don't know where we're going."

"I can follow directions."

"I can get us there quicker." She held up her hands in surrender.

"Fine. You can drive." She smirked. He held out his hand for the keys. She grinned further. "Don't look at me. They're in your pocket. Seriously. Check your right pocket." He slipped his hand into the pocket of his trousers. Somehow the keys had found their way back to him.

"I'm going to have to watch you aren't I?" Chloe grinned and moved from his grasp as the elevator opened up and danced out.

Oliver's choice of restaurant was high scale and uptown making Chloe's summer dress feel rather raggedy. Oliver passed the valet the keys and put his hand on Chloe's back, leading her in a straight line, rather than the drunken stagger she was going for.

"You said I wouldn't need to change." she hissed under her breath.

"You don't. You look beautiful." Her cheeks warmed at the compliment. It wasn't just something he said either, she could tell he actually meant it. "Besides. If too many people look at you I'll start getting jealous."

"Thanks Ollie." she muttered sarcastically and let him lead her inside. Of course the server knew him by name and led him to his 'usual booth'. Chloe couldn't help but roll her eyes at the waitresses drawing straw for his table, ignorant of the fact she was sitting with him. Had he been honest about his recent past and lack of dating? Evidence so far said no. Oliver took control of the wine, asserting his knowledge and manly beverage choosing powers while Chloe watched the waitresses slyly.

"Chloe. I came here alone a few times. They think I'm here alone again and are deciding who gets to not so subtly slip me their phone number." She flashed her eyes up to him, not realising he was watching her watch them. "And I was worried I'd get jealous. Clearly my concern was misplaced."

"I'm not jealous. There's nothing to be jealous about." she lied. Her thoughts were on the dyed blonde who was taller, slimmer and had bigger breasts than her. Naturally, it was just fate that she was the one to win his table. Chloe internally sighed and tried to stop all thoughts of tripping her or stealing her tips. Yes, it was petty and she knew it. But Oliver was hers. Chloe's brain skipped a few gears and jumped back. 'Oliver was hers' where had that come from? She didn't have time to evaluate her sanity before big, blonde and beautiful floated over with a forced grace.

"Mr Queen. It's nice to see you again." Bitch, Chloe instantly thought. "Have you decided on your choice of wine for the evening?" Chloe was mentally arguing with the pro's and con's of her foot 'slipping' and kicking her. Blondie could at least acknowledge Chloe was alive before she smooched all over Oliver. It was courtesy. Chloe came out from her internal bitch rant as Blondie turned back with his wine order. What was it he ordered? Oh well, she guessed she'd find out soon enough.

"You're so jealous." He laughed and took one of Chloe's fists from the table and rubbed his thumb caressingly over it.

"I'm not. I'm just thinking if she could have made more of a claim on you without actually mounting you." Oliver laughed at her delightful phrasing.

"Com'on. I promise you now I have no interest in her. Only you." His thumb stroked over her hand and she relaxed out of a fist. "We can leave if you want."

"No. I'm good. And too hungry to spend another hour deciding on food."

"You know. You can have pizza if you want." He passed her a menu, her eyes following his finger to the fancy named tomato and bread dish which was basically just pizza in a bowl with extra garnishing. She grinned. Oliver always provided for her needs. Speaking of: Caffeine… She scanned the hall, hoping they didn't have some objection to coffee addicts. "Your mocha whip is on its way." Oliver stated with a smirk, watching her eyes shine alight. He thought of everything.

"Thank you." she breathed. Knowing Oliver it would be an extra large with chocolate dusting across it. Just how she liked it.

"So. Decided what you're having?"

"I figured I'd be adventurous and try the pizza mix up."

"Adventurous. Very risky indeed." he complimented.

"What can I say? I live on the edge. You?"

"I have to admit, there's a steak that always calls me back to this place." She laughed. "I may have to honour my tradition."

"I think tradition is very important." Chloe smiled and like a magical beacon had gone off, lady luscious was back, her notepad in hand ready to take his order. Oliver delivered them both. Chloe had gone to mean bitch world again. She honestly couldn't help it. Her eyes scanned her over before falling on a sleek mobile phone in her back pocket. She was pretty sure that wasn't part of the waitress uniform.

"Chloe? Do you want to order dessert now. Or later?" Chloe snapped back. The waitress finally looking across at her.

"Later." she simply spoke and pulled a fake smile.

"Alright. That's fine." Miss Marvellous stated. Chloe's elbow nudged a pepper grinder which had been carelessly placed at the edge of the table and it tumbled to the floor.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't see it." Chloe apologised to her. The waitress bent and picked it up and finished the order with a smile. As she left Chloe slipped her hand back from behind her back and was scrolling through a blackberry.

"Chloe is that…?" Oliver's eyes widened as he realised. "Chloe that's bordering stealing." He couldn't stop the chuckle. He really had to start watching her more carefully. He knew something was dodgy when she moved the pepper mill to the edge of the table, but he didn't expect she would stoop to pick pocketing with it.

"She'll get it back. I'm just curious what was so important that she couldn't leave it at home."

"There's a difference between curiosity and illegality."

"Hmmm. But I know what I'm doing." Brainiac had worked its magic and her number combination type password was gone in a few seconds. Chloe had no issue with trolling through her calendar, nor her inbox, or sent box for that matter. Actually she had nothing off limits. 3 minutes later Chloe sat back wide eyed. "Oh. There are some things I regret doing. This is one of them."

"Can't say I didn't warn you." Oliver grinned.

"Nothing could have warned me for this."

"Alright. I'll bite. What is it?"

"Oh. You really don't want to know. Even I don't want to know." she spoke disgustedly.

"Chloe. Dish."

"Alright. But I'm warning you it's not pleasant." She slid the phone across the table. Oliver caught it and read the screen. Well, it wouldn't be pleasant for Oliver at the very least.

"Yep. I did not want to know that." Chloe couldn't help but laugh. She couldn't stop. Not only was Little Miss Perfect a slut, but she was a slut with a weird obsession. It seemed she had a secret folder on her phone of the naked body of every man she had ever slept with. Not only was the folder 300+ but she had given each photo a name and label with a score out of 10. Oliver's face had her cracking up all over again. The other customers were staring to give her weird looks and she had to slap a hand over her mouth to hide back the uncontrollable laughter. Oliver slid her back the phone like it was infected and she set it back to normal, working through the happy tears. It made it worst that she wanted Oliver to join her collection. She'd never be able to look at her the same when she came back. It quelled the hatred completely though. Now it was just pity and hilarity.

Waitress Weird returned with the food thankfully after Chloe had calmed down and the topic was settled on the activities of tomorrow. Chloe thanked her and replaced her phone as she turned to re-flirt with Oliver.

Food passed without anything disastrous happening and then came dessert. While it may have been the buzz of the wine, or maybe the spices in the pizza dish, maybe the delicious over-whipping of her mocha but she passed on the award winning coffee flavoured ice-cream and went for the toffee cake. Which despite the name was not actually cake. It was basically just gooey syrup and chocolate decorated with toffee chunks and fudge sauce drizzled over the top. By far dessert was the best.

As it arrived she made herself comfy, her feet slipping from her sandals and her toes wriggling in anticipation of the orgasm inducing flavour. Oliver was boring and passed on dessert. In her opinion he missed out on something very special.

He watched her intently, trying to figure out how she could moan like that over such a tiny mouthful of sugar.

"What?" she asked, suddenly aware of his staring and she licked her lips, wondering if she had chocolate around them. "Am I dribbling?" He laughed.

"No. I'm just trying to work out why I'm jealous of your pudding." She smiled and scooped another forkful and held out the sample to him.

"You have to eat to understand. I can't describe it to you." She told him and he parted his lips for the fudge forkful. She giggled like a child, watching him soar into heaven. "Amazing, right?"

"I've tasted sweeter." he replied and his eyes dropped down her chest landing between her legs. His meaning obvious despite the table blocking his sight. She blushed and kicked up her legs, her ankles crossed on one of his legs.

"If you're going to just sit there and watch me you may as well make yourself useful." He smirked and the rough pads of his thumbs took a foot each, rolling slowly down the arch of her foot. She dropped her head back, grinning wildly. Between them both they finished off the dish of pure concentrated sugar and had there last chat of the evening with the lovely and slightly freaky waitress. Oliver sorted out tipping and the bill, leaving her with nothing to do but curl up to his arm and pretend she wasn't craving him like a cat after catnip. She could have sworn he'd slipped some happy horny pill into her dessert, but then again Oliver always had this effect.

The great thing about the city was that shops had a good flow of customers even at 9pm and stayed open late to accommodate. Oliver had suggested buying online and having it delivered, but she wanted to make sure it fit and was good quality so they hit the shopping streets browsing for swim wear in mid February. Eventually, after a few failures, she walked out with an emerald green 2 piece. Was anybody really surprised by his colour choice though? Chloe certainly wasn't. But he insisted upon paying so she figured he could have first choice. It just so happened it fit her nicely and the colour suited her.

In due course they were back at the apartment with a caffeine fuelled energy ready to burn off. She had been itching to touch him, to really touch him since they left the apartment. Hell, since they started sparring this morning if she's being honest. Chloe walked out of her sandals, kicking them back into a form of order against the door. Her hands were on his shirt, skilfully fast fingers flying through the buttons and slapping against warm muscular abs. Her lips colliding with his in an attempt to make them one yet again.

"Upstairs. 5 minutes." she whispered and set off in a run, her feet light and playful against the wood. Her hands were on her dress as she took the steps and he couldn't wait to follow. He raced to lock up the apartment and found her dressed in no more than a silk dressing gown, no cover or tie, just a strip of flesh between two white curtains, framing her beautifully. He groaned in delight and lifted her from the floor without warning. Squealing she guided him to the bed and made everything about him. Slowly her fingers rolled over his shoulders, taking the open shirt to the floor. Her lips made sweet love to every inch of his chest, her tongue dancing in small hot steps around his nipples, her hands refusing to let him go far away. When she finally popped his button he honestly thought he had died, her hand working un-hurried on him as her other hand was on herself, slipping between her parted legs and fluttering against her core. She was paced at her own leisure, each stroke deliberate to drag him further down into her lure. She'd had him on his knees for months on end, pleading for her warmth. And her she was; making him beg yet again.

Taking action he grabbed her knees, pulling them either side of him, her wet centre pressed to his cock. He may not be inside her, but he could feel the hot flush, the soaking of her inner walls as she waited desperate, the beat of the pulse as it pounded in her chest.

He could feel her want, her need, her frantic clawing longing to feel him thrust deep inside her. He took control of her; her legs snaring his waist, her petite frame fit tightly to him, her sex slick as she shaped around him, allowing him to sink to the hilt.

She became his music, his mouth rough on her throat. Hot fiery kisses trailed her body, up and down, like an everlasting gratification and worship. They fell back onto the bed, her nails re-marking him as she forced him deeper. They rocked in an alternating swing, meeting each other in craving, need and thrust. Her orgasm shredded through her, drawing calls of his name. He met her, tumbling through his own climax as she milked him, taking everything he had. Heart, soul, spirit and mind cornered by her enchantment.

She didn't want to move, couldn't and wouldn't. In her post-orgasmic bliss she knew she wanted to be here and no-where else. For her, it was Ollie. She was vaguely aware of being slotted into the covers but she never lost his touch so felt no reason to care for where she was. With him she would be safe, always.

Well, Lois was very very naughty. Smart and cunning. But naughty. Still it makes them very happy.

Now we just have to sort out some pure happiness for Chloe and Oliver.

I know you're wanting to see Chloe falling heels over head and not stopping herself, but trust me it will happen in time. She will crack, she just needs that 'push' which I am more than willing to give in the chapters to come.

I'd love to hear your responses, good, bad or just plain ugly. I am aware at the moment it kind of feels like I'm dragging this plot along unwillingly, but I promise it is all part of my plan. I originally wrote this for myself and my own happiness (yes, I'm weird) so hearing other peoples reactions are a mix between deathly important and couldn't care less, depending on the day.

Regardless of my ever changing hormonal moods, if you have an opinion you'd like to share, I'd love to hear it.

xx