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Chapter Thirty Four; Comfort
The gift of classical music only worked for so long. It quickly became background music to her slaughter and pulled her from sleep. Her body locked down, her eyes heavy and aching the longer she kept them open. It was still light. 5pm, or there about, the clock said. It didn't tick, and that pleased her. Ticking clocks had always annoyed her, the way they make there selves known whatever you're doing. The same sound over and over, driving you up the wall and eventually wanting to throw your fist through them. Oliver's was electronic.
The fear induced paralysis left her and she wriggled up. Oliver was crashed in the chair again, his long frame contorted to find some unimaginable comfort, his head dropped against his shoulder as he slept. Why he didn't sleep in the same bed as her she had no idea. But who understood men?
Tangles of earphone wires stopped her planned rising to which she smirked at. They had fallen out during one of the more recent nightmare wrigglings and were now playing to her elbows. She re-arranged and turned them off, leaving Ollie after she re-dressed and headed downstairs for food.
The nightmares weren't as bad as she expected, she didn't wake up screaming either. Her mind had always been adventurous. It would play with even the simplest of remarks and make a whole story about it. It was probably why journalism stuck with her. Not that she'd done any writing for a long while. But for the first time in her life, the creativity was turning against her. She couldn't even blame it on Brainiac. It was gone. Proof of that was evident in the ache of her muscles. Brainiac had been the one to analyse Oliver's fighting style to start with, but with no more input going in, it meant she had to concentrate that extra bit more, act that bit faster. Pick-pocketing would be harder as well if she couldn't read people. Hacking would be back to normal Chloe speed. She sighed and wandered outside onto the balcony.
The afternoon breeze was light, playing with strands of her hair gently. She should probably straighten things out with Bart since she was awake. Oliver was still snoozing as well, so that added in the favour column. Resigned to the idea she pulled out her cell and hit speed dial 4. Bart answered after the first ring.
"Licious? You okay?"
"Yeah. I'm more concerned about you though. You wanna come over and talk?"
"Ah Chlo. You know I love you even when you're delirious. You'll see sense soon and come crawling to me."
"Get your speeding ass over here now." She tried for firm, but humoured was predominant.
"Is that anyway to speak to your future lover?" She turned 180 degrees to find Bart leaning casually against the doors. Clearly he'd started running toward her as soon as he saw her number. She ended the call and smiled at him. He grinned back his usual grin. "So... I take it daddy's out and you finally want to play right?" he joked.
"Ollie's sleeping." He nodded and wandered back inside, running his fingers against the walls. Chloe followed, settling on the sofa. "You don't have to be okay with this you know." Bart turned around and suddenly sped, sitting next to her.
"If I'm honest I already kind of knew. I'm not as oblivious as Dinah thinks. I just didn't think it was true. I don't know. Maybe my mind could have been playing tricks on me." Chloe took his hand as his voice dropped sadder and slower. "I didn't think you would."
"I didn't think I would either." she confessed.
"He treats you good though. Right?"
"Are you kidding me? He's terrified he's going to say something wrong and break me he's so careful." Bart smirked, but the light didn't touch his eyes. "I'm sorry, if that helps any."
"Nah. I mean. You're happy. He's happy." His fingers scratched at his hair absently. Almost nervously. "Keep the pda to a minimum and I'll find some happiness."
"I'm not a public affection girl. Don't worry."
"I'll keep that in mind for when you get bored of him."
"Bart…"
"Yeah, I know. You're smitten with each other. You'll have a big wedding and millions of kids." He sighed and lounged back. "I'm thinking of moving to Gotham for a while." he announced. Chloe could have fallen from her chair. It affected him enough to move cities?
"Bart. You don't have to move cities because of me and Oliver." Surprisingly he laughed at her.
"Nah. It's not because of you. I just think I'd like some change of scenery. Besides, I can come back in a snap of my fingers. I just figured there were enough heroes in Metropolis for a while. Maybe I'd go pay a visit to Dinah's new sweetheart." Chloe's heart physically hurt for him. He just found out his long term crush was with another man, and now his ex-girlfriend (or whatever he had with Dinah) was with another man. It didn't shower him with confidence.
Not knowing what to say she offered him physical comfort, wrapping her arms around him.
"Please stay in metropolis." she whispered. She couldn't bear being the one to break him, to force him from the city.
"Chlo… are you? You're not crying are you?"
"No." she mumbled, but the sadness was in the tone.
"Jeez. I knew you loved me, but this is all just too much." he joked. "Relax Chloe. Smile for me." She released him from the hug, wiping at her eyes and pulling out a smile for him. "Much better." he approved. "I'm only staying for a while. The super teens are scared. Hannah thought I might stay with them for a while. Till this whole thing blows over. I'll still be over here. You won't be rid of me." He winked at her. "But I figured I'd spend my nights over there for a while. No big change. I promise you won't have time to miss me."
"Hannah likes you you know." Bart grinned.
"Yeah. Kind of figured when she started a heat wave mid rainstorm when I told her I was single. Her powers don't exactly work subtly."
"Bless. Don't you go breaking her heart Bart Allen."
"Ouch. Double named. Must be serious." he teased. "Tell you what; we'll agree that if Ollie breaks your heart I get to beat him to a pulp. And if I break Hannah's heart then you can try catch me."
"Bart." she warned.
"Relax Chloe. I'm just going for a little while. Get some change in my life. I'm not heading out to fall in love." He stopped, his face falling from his bubbly mood. "Do you?" Chloe flickered her glance up, missing the string of the question "Do you love him?"
"Ask an easier question." she simply replied, stopping her brain from the massive, and much need, evaluation.
"Got anything to eat?" Bart complied with the request. Letting other priorities take control of his mind. She pushed forward off the sofa, grateful for the ease Bart felt in dropping the sensitive questions.
"Coffee?" He pulled a face. "Raid the fridge?" He grinned and nodded zooming past her to the kitchen. She followed, finding him perched atop the counter, her personal favourite spot, chewing on a candy bar. Since when did Ollie stock candy?
"Didn't know Ollie kept candy. I approve." Bart grinned, mirroring her thoughts.
"Yeah… was that in the fridge?"
He nodded and used his foot to nudge open the fridge door.
"There's ice-cream in the freezer if you fancy some."
"Okay. Bart, don't panic, but I think we're in the wrong kitchen."
"I'd agree. But there's fruit in the basket and a coffee maker on the side." Ollie the health nut meets Chloe the coffee nut… sounds like a disaster. Yet the kitchen remained a crazy type of calm.
"Why would he buy ice-cream? Or candy bars for that matter?"
"Maybe he got abducted?"
"Possibility" she allowed and opened the freezer. Ben and jerry's. Half eaten. "Okay now I know that's not Ollie upstairs." Bart took it from her hands sniffing it.
"Doesn't smell like alien food. Maybe he just turned into a big sappy girl while you were gone." He suddenly held two spoons, and passed one to her. "Didn't happen to notice anything different when you got back did you?" His wiggled eyebrows clearly didn't mean anything innocent. She snatched the spoon and poked him with it.
"Mind out of the bedroom." she reprimanded. "You're as bad as Ollie."
"At least I don't buy girl break-up ice-cream."
"But you're not above eating it." she noted and dug in with her own spoon, joining him on the worktop.
"Why would I be? It's food and it's really tasty. No wonder you girls eat this." Chloe grinned, then suddenly winced, the knuckled on her bandaged hand protesting against the force of a spoon on frozen ice-cream. She swapped hands. Great, now she had to learn to be an ambidextrous eater. "How's the injuries Chlo?"
"Making sure I don't forget them. That's for sure."
"How'd you get the hand one? I don't remember seeing your hand bandaged." Bart seemed to always have an eye spare for her.
"Ummm. A shower ran into my fist."
"Maybe I should supervise your next one then. Make sure the same thing doesn't happen to your other one."
"Get in line buster." She jabbed an elbow to his ribs which he neatly dodged. This was common territory for them and she felt a wave of comfort over her.
"Sleepy beauty doesn't half sleep does he…" Bart noticed after a while. "Maybe he smudged his make-up and needed a re-do. Bless." he jibed.
"Maybe you should eat all his ice-cream too. Make sure he doesn't get fat." she joined in, letting the happiness sweep over her.
"It's what I'm here for Chlo-a-licious. Don't worry, the candy bars will have a nice new home too. I'll even show them a picture of Ollie before I eat them. If they last that long."
"I'd give them a day. Maybe two."
"Not even that long. Ohhh, we could stick them in the ice-cream. Wanna try?" He paused on his way off the counter. "Better yet. Why don't we make this ice-cream Irish?" Add alcohol to ice-cream? Where had Bart been all her life? Then again, after the last alcohol fiasco… maybe not such a great idea. "Wow. Ollie really went to town with the alcohol. What do you want?" His voice sailed through to her ears from Ollie's alcohol cabinet.
"Bart I don-"
"Holy motherload." Chloe's warning light set off and she hopped down from the counter, ice-cream coming with her.
"Bart, what's wron-"
"Have you seen this?"
"What?" A document of multiple papers was thrust into her hand.
"Read it."
She complied against better judgement. Holy motherload was an understatement. She thrust it back into Bart's hand.
"Put it back where you found it."
"Are you serious? Did you know about this?" It was a statement from Oliver's bank he'd obviously left out by the liquor cabinet. It just so happened Chloe knew how much Oliver earned after sealing off the companies accounts from psycho guy. But… this was a total overview and oh my god. The numbers just kept rolling on. "Why doesn't he buy the entire city with this?" Bart asked still staring at the numbers. "Better yet, why doesn't he buy the expensive booze?" He twirled a bottle in his other hand before placing it back.
"Because we're not meant to have seen that. We sh-"
"Woah. Isn't this Isis? And…Watchtower?" He tilted the paper toward her. Sure enough the addresses were matching.
"Is he buying them? Or re-building… what is that for? Wouldn't he need my signature to do that?"
"Not if it's a donation to the re-build."
"When was this paid?" She scanned down. It was immediately after each had happened. Before she'd even moved in with him he was re-constructing them for her.
"Wow. Some girls just get pampered…" Bart commented and proceeded to scan down the spending. Chloe snatched it from his hand and folded it again.
"Put. This. Back. Where. You. Found. It" she spelled out for him. He rolled his eyes but did as such. "And forget you saw anything."
"Jeez. Party pooper. It's his own fault for leaving it out."
"Stashing something behind liquor bottles is not 'leaving it out' Bart."
"Fine, fine." He held up his hands and flashed around the room, coming back with the candy bars. "Pop in a movie chlo-a-licious. I got time to kill and company to keep." He winked and was suddenly on the sofa, feet up, trainers off. Chloe grinned.
"Fine. But you're watching a chic-flick." He shrugged, indifferent to the idea.
"That all Ollie has these days?"
"No, that's what's on top of the list. Unless….oh! Sin City."
"Where's that? I can take you if you wanna go."
"To Sin City? Yeah. I'll probably get killed. I can't believe you haven't seen it. It's awesome."
"I'll watch anything." he agreed.
"I can't believe you have such uneducated minds about films. I had to force Ollie to watch Rocky Horror because he hadn't seen it."
"Bet that went down well." He laughed. Chloe blushed, remembering how the night had ended. "Tell me he time-warped. Tell me you had a video camera with you and oh god you better tell me we're going to watch it then post it all over YouTube."
"Sorry. He wouldn't even move his feet."
"And you're still with him? Disgraceful behaviour. I'd time-warp with you anytime." Bart offered with a wink. Chloe shuffled beside him on the sofa and flicked on the movie, letting the pure artistry of the film take over her world.
Bart loved it, running for more ice-cream when she ran out, even fetching popcorn for her. She knew she was going to be sick, but really, who cared? Even despite the connection between them and the possibly awkwardness, it was entirely gone. Even as the sun sunk down, lazy in the sky, Bart didn't try to make it anything more than two good friends watch a movie about murder.
"Chloe?" Oliver's voice spiralled down the stairs, the fear of her loss evident in his voice.
"Down here." Never had two words calmed him as much as those.
"Woopsies. Daddy's home. Should I run out the fire escape, or hide under the bed?" Bart whispered comically. She rose her eyebrows questioningly.
"Hey. How you doing Bart?" Oliver called as he spotted them on the sofa.
"Good. Me an' Chlo had a rummage in the fridge. Dug up some ice-cream. Went nuts. The usual. But since her entertainment is back awake. I'm going to kick off again."
"Bart. You don't have to-" Oliver was cut off.
"Calm Arrow. The girl's all yours. I got other places to be… people to see." He winked at Chloe and sped out the door.
"He's not my number one fan is he?" Ollie guessed, taking his place on the sofa.
"Did you expect him to be? You did just steal his girl."
"His girl huh? That what you are?"
"That's what I was. Now I suppose I'm your girl."
"My girl. I like it. Kinda sounds a little childish though."
"Would you prefer the playground moniker boyfriend and girlfriend?"
"No. But you seem apposed to wife at the moment, so I'll take what I can get." Chloe's heart kick started, throwing itself around in her chest. Her head went wild for all of two seconds before she pinned it in the corner and told it to stay calm, slapping a hand over its mouth.
"Well you won't be getting any ice-cream or candy bars, that's for sure." She could force her voice to stay blasé and cool. But that talent didn't stop the kick drums of hell pounding wildly and freely in her chest. If that was a proposal, as lame as it was, she could feel the words yes hovering over her tongue, daring her to say them. She kept check on her tongue, careful of every syllable she spoke. "You wanna explain how they got there, or shall I stick with my alien abduction story?"
"You can take whatever story you want. All I know is that I'll never tell." He missed her and turned to comfort food. Those were the unspoken words. Chloe grinned and danced up to him. Her hands slithered down his shirt, further to his belt where they hooked their thumbs into. Oliver's hand manacled around her wrist. "Chloe…"
"Just checking another theory." She battered her eyelashes innocently, although it was anything but. Her hands broke free. His restraint poor and withering fast. Out of courtesy to her he didn't want to be rushing her into anything, not after what she'd been through… but he'd already tasted her beauty, bathed in her body and worshipped at her altar. It made it harder to say no. His will was already breaking. He wanted it, she hadn't made any actions to say she was against it. If anything she'd been the more eager out of the two. What man would he be to deny her wishes? The sound of his zipper hit his ears. Guns firing in the background from the movie, the current narrator going to town on the bad guys. "I want you." she whispered, her hand easily passing the barrier of his boxers and taking what she wanted. "I want you inside me." she continued, her breath hot against his cheek. Her lips to the stubble he hadn't shaved yet. Delicious. The words kicked against his chest that this devilish angel desired him so. "I want-"
"Oliver. Why did I get a call saying Din-Oh god-I-Umm. Sorry."
"Clark!" Chloe whipped around, a red painting bright over her cheeks.
"Jesus Boy scout. Learn to knock." Oliver re-arranged himself, tucking back in and zipping up. Chloe acting as shield infront of him still. When did she un-buckle his belt? Devil. "Alright. What's so important?" he asked Clark's back while Chloe tried to find something else to do, or somewhere else to look. Or maybe the secret formula for a time machine written in the walls to warn herself Clark was on his way in. That boy should really get a bell around his neck.
"Dinah got hurt? Why didn't anyone tell me Chloe got kidnapped again?" he accused, jabbing out a finger as he turned. Chloe had wondered why Clark wasn't there. Maybe he wasn't within contact range or something. But now another theory arose… Oliver never told him.
"We had it under control."
"You call control being a dagger in a woman's gut?"
"None of us could have known that would happen. Not even if you were there. Besides, if you were, we probably wouldn't be here now."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Clark retorted stepping forward. Chloe intervened stepping between the two males and feeling the testosterone vibrate the air.
"It's true Clark. She made a copy of all of us and forced us to fight ourselves. If another copy of you had been made we wouldn't have stood a chance. We'd all be dead." she voiced, but Clark's eyes only hovered over her for a second before he saw the bandages and snapped back to Oliver.
"You call this under control? Both her arms wrapped under bandages?"
"Clark-" Again she was over-looked.
"I made a decision to let you sort out your own problems. It was nothing we couldn't deal with. You don't call in with all your saves."
"Chloe is not just another save. When my friend comes on the line I expect to be included. What if something had happened?"
"Nothing did happen. I'm fine Clark. Please, just drop it." Chloe felt like piggy in the middle of two huge brutes.
"Drop it? Chloe anything could have happened. It wasn't Oliver's call to make."
"And whose was it? Should I call in with every person I help now or do you always discriminate?" Oliver hissed back.
"If I'd run off to save Chloe, are you honestly tell me you wouldn't be pissed?"
"Sure I'd be pissed. But I'd at least give you the respect and belief in your ability. Unlike you, who clearly think you can do a better job. The whole world is not yours to possess. Learn to share."
"Learn to share? I had to restraint Lois from contacting every single military base she knew to track down Chloe when she first heard."
"If you th-"
"No. Stop!" Chloe stuck a hand out to each of them. "You two can save your pissing match for when I'm actually dead. Then you can fight over who would have saved me the best. Right now I'm alive. There was nothing Oliver, or you, could have done to stop me from getting hurt. Yes Oliver should have probably told you, but he is able enough to cope by himself and you should respect that. Despite everything his decision was the best in this situation and kept us all alive. If you want to continue this ego fight, take it somewhere else. Okay?" Both men looked down at the small feisty blonde taking them both by their balls and threatening to squeeze. "I asked if that was okay." she prompted. Both made a noise of understanding. "Good. Now if there's nothing else…"
"No." Clark answered. "But I wouldn't mind some explanation of what the hell was going on when I got in."
"If you need explanation I'm sure Lois will tell you everything you need." Chloe replied, her temper taking control. The movie continued to play, car brakes suddenly squealing in the silence of the men. The dare to speak first was high in the air. Neither male wanted to break it. Crossing Chloe's temper was like a sole angel stumbling drunk through hell. It never ended well. Clark's head suddenly turned, the sound of siren's filling his ears, screams of help crying out. "Go." Chloe instructed, picking up on his body language, the siren's too far away for her own ears. Clark paused, switching his weight from one foot to the other. "We'll talk tomorrow if you're still irritated" she offered and after a curt nod he was gone, a breeze lifting her hair and fanning the flames of her temper.
"I didn't think… I just-" Oliver started his half assed apology of why he didn't call in Clark. Chloe flashed her eyes up, silencing him with one glare. Guilt slammed into her like a train, it wasn't Oliver's fault she was fuming. Well it was partly, but staying mad at him was like stealing a dummy from a child. Sure you could do it, but it broke your heart and you had no need for it in the end. She rubbed a hand across her temples, closing her eyes and sinking back into the sofa. The movie carried on playing, the narration still active, telling of the story of revenge, of war and of love. If only life played out like that. As simply as good always overcoming evil.
Arms snaked around her, Oliver pulled her onto his lap. He was potentially sticking his hands into a gas burner, but she found herself calm. Completely serene. Lois always said the man you should marry would be the one who you could be raging at one second, then the moment he touched you, you would drop from your maniac bitch fit in a split second. It explained why Clark was still alive.
"Sorry about the shower." she mumbled out of the blue and he laughed.
"It's seen worse." His arms pulled her closer and she sunk back, letting the film flow onwards as they tuned in for the last half an hour.
Ollie ordered in some Chinese for them both and Chloe bubbled back up to her usual self. He knew she didn't feel as good as the show she put on for him, but sometimes, he'd see the spark hit her eyes and warm her soul, almost reaching out to him before she remembered to be guarded.
Chloe stepped out of the bathroom from her bath with just a towel around her. Oliver was in his pyjama pants, sat back against the headboard with a book. She tilted her head to read the title. It was in Latin, some fancy clever author's play on words no doubt. She read one word clear though: 'Corpus'. She didn't need old Brainiac knowledge to know that didn't mean fluffy unicorns. Just like her Ollie; always reading the light, uplifting and easy material. She doubled the towel back on itself to hold up at her breasts and crawled up the bed, nudging her way to settle against him. He chuckled, welcoming her to read the book as she sat against his bare chest. His chin rested on her shoulder, breathing in her warm bubbly scent. Mango?
"You shouldn't be reading this." she disapproved. He set the book beside him, already having lost interest, and turned her chin to meet him.
"And why is that?" His breath smelled of minty toothpaste, a mirror to her own.
"It's not your kind of story." she explained.
"Really."
"Hmmm." She leaned her head back, exposing her throat to his lips. He took the invitation to lay kisses along her smoothest skin, drinking in her scent. "I meant to ask you earlier. I need a hand with something." She trailed her newly bandaged hand on his thighs either side of her own.
"Hmmm. What could you possibly need me for?"
"Well, I don't have the necessary finger freedom I need to do it myself. It would hurt. Maybe open back up a few healing wounds." she breathed, lost to the feel of his lips.
"Whatever you want. I'm yours." was his reply. She looped an arm back, pulling him in for a real kiss. Heat seared between there meeting flesh. Her grip tightened on him. His hands flush against her freshly bathed skin as it shone in the light. With her free hand she wove her fingers with one of his, taking it along her body. She drew up her knees, let them fall apart, let her guiding hand slip between them. The towel dropped, exposing all her intentions. Ollie was slower off the mark, but the flash of his hand from her thigh was enough to burn her.
"Chloe." He sounded broken, abused and lifeless. She twisted her body, taking his lips again. He sunk back to it, but when her hand slipped back down to loop with his he snapped back. "Chloe…" A spear of frost lanced through her spine, tingling down to her toes. Did he not want her anymore? "Chloe." The name held a different meaning this time. No warning, a simple order not to jump ahead of herself. Like he had a direct line to her inner thoughts he calmed her worries and insecurities. "You know I love you, and of course I'm willing. But you've barely slept and I don't want you slipping back like you were when we found you."
"I won't. Ollie I want this. If I had fingers free for wiggling I'd go suit myself since you're so against it."
"Against it? What is this, some vote?"
"If it has to be. Please Ollie. Just touch me." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"If you want me to stop, tell me… I mean it Chloe. If you think I can watch you daze out, locked in your head again then you should think again. It's only been 2 days."
"Maybe, but it's been a hell of a lot longer since you last touched me." He grinned, knowing how she felt.
"Lie back." he instructed. She followed though not sure if he was caving to her need or ending the conversation. He shuffled her around, first taking her arms. One went behind her own head, back to the spot on his neck where it had rested before. The other he slipped down by her side then returning to the towel. He un-tucked it from her, removed the covering from her skin. She shone in the dim lighting, unsure if to be embarrassed or high from her personal win. He grinned and kissed her. It wasn't fierce, but that didn't mean it lacked the heat or the need. It was more concentrated, like pouring straight un-diluted toxins down her throat. He took her lower lip between his, his tongue making swift passes over it as he played. He released her as he felt her need boil. Lips made contact to skin, a brief brush over as he spoke. "We'll take it slow-" he started, cutting off her protests again as she rose to fight him. "This is not a debate Chloe. We're doing this my way, or not at all." She sunk back relaxed, silently submitting to his wishes. "If I do something, say something and you don't want to go on. Promise me you will tell me."
She knew he was referring to the incident before, in the training room. It wasn't the actions that had her spooked, it was the words, the chance she could be taken again, the possession over her. She encouraged it when it was Oliver dominating her, but there were others who had less pleasing intentions. Ones who would push her to her knees, beat her into submission for the fun of hearing her cry. Still she would not let one man take over her entire life with his shadows of fear. She wasn't his to command. He had no place in her thoughts. She belonged to Oliver.
She expected a mini mental freak out at the words she had thought, but it seemed almost healthy. Like it was the brightest truth she had ever spoken. She didn't need a hammering pulse to tell her why. She had known she was going to fall. Staring over the edge of the cliff, feeling the pull far too strong to resist. The waters were no longer harsh and unappealing. They weren't cold and changing. They sat still, clear and ever so inviting. A smile took hold of her features, a spark lit in her eyes starting a fire she surrendered control to. She loved him. She'd make this work, they'd beat whatever freak show came up next and she'd spend her life in a seaside cottage growing old with him, surrounded by blonde haired angels running circles around their feet. Things would work.
"I promise." she whispered, a vow to herself and answer to his demands.
He felt her body sink further, almost merging with him. Whatever was racing through her mind was powerful, adding an instant smile to her face. He took her lips again, feeling her luscious taste drug him, her kiss soft, seductive and passion filled. It was possibly the first kiss where he felt more that a sole need or want. It was delicate, soul touching, heart searing, a kiss that could have men falling to her feet offering their life to her for another.
Chloe gasped as his thumb ran across her breast, she had forgot she was naked, forgotten everything but him. His hands were warm against her freshly polished skin, the rough ridges of his fingers hypnotizing as they moved, tweaking her budded nipples. His mouth commanded hers once more, his gifted hands moving further, taking a leg each and parting them, one outside each of his, spreading her wide open. The air hit her, her exposure to it soaking her further, her juices already wet and slithering down her. His hands ghosted down over her stomach, stirring a phantom in her blood, racing to follow his fingers. She was practically buzzing as his hand hovered lower, gasping with the electricity as he made contact with her quivering thigh and slid closer.
Oliver's chin rested on her shoulder, watching her follow his hand. Her eyes closed, a wish sealed by her lips for his touch. She rolled her hips forward, taking her own free hand to start her off, unsatisfied with the so little she got. Oliver captured it, wove his finger with hers, resting across her stomach as she moaned in need. Gradually his other hand slipped from her thigh, her smooth outer lips silky with evidence of her desire. Fingers stirred against her, her warmth coating them fully. Up and down her track in circuit, spreading her liquid lust. Fingers teased slowly, but he knew she needed more. He needed more. He pressed harder, feeling her body respond against his in delight.
"Chloe" he whispered, her response was a moaned mumble of phonetics, his fingers continuing their ministrations. "Shall I continue?" he breathed, already knowing her answer would be a screaming bucket load of yes. His hand joined to hers suddenly felt nails press into it, her own fingers tight as she gasped, her hips moving in time as he stroked, spreading her juices again and building her golden rise.
He let his hand flatten against her, the heel against her clit, fingers against her entrance and picked up speed. Little by little, always with eyes on her, keeping her with him, he could feel her getting closer. Her moans broken in the air, pleading for just that little more. Legs quivered; restless against his. Cries hit his ears, her head dropped against his shoulder in blissful agony. He felt free arm pulling him closer, still hooked around his neck.
Feeling her shaking beneath him he revolved his wrist as he stroked in quick succession. Her back arched, hips following lead to get her clit on his fingers. Quick flutters rode her nerves burning her unrelenting want with raw desire. Her breathing shortened into swift burst of air, and she cried out his name as she came, screaming as his fingers refused to let her writhe alone.
Ah, I found I rather enjoyed writing Bart. He flows very neatly with my brain. I'm sure there would be some Freudian explanation for that, but at the moment let's not rock the boat.
Next chapter will be up soon. Love you loads. Xx