Oneshot: when a woman and a man feel attracted to each other... (Smallville)
When a woman and a man feel attracted to each other...
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Chloe/Oliver
Prompt: 5. How did we get here? from lillie_poo_pod
A/N: I am starting to do the friends prompts... and here is the first one.... Not all will be that long... some will be shorter, some will be longer... But all will have a lot of Chlollie fluff in them... or humour... lol
Thanks lillie_poo_pod for the great prompt *kiss**hugs* And hope i fullfilled the prompt to your satisfaction...
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She snuggled closer into the warmth. A masculine smell surrounded her. A small satisfied smile appeared on her face. She turned in her bed and came in contact with something smooth, hard and warm. Slowly and without opening her eyes, she started to feel her way around it, until a moan made her eyes open in shock.
“Ooooooooohhh my god!” she screamed, while jumping out of the bed, she noticed wasn’t hers. “What … what?”
“Morning sidekick” he lazily replied while eyeing her with a boyish grin. Like he knew something she didn’t. She looked down at herself and understood right away. She stood in front of him in … nothing. Shrieking loudly, she crouched and tried to duck behind the bed, while desperately clutching a blanket that was on the floor.
“What happened…? How did we get here?” her confused and a little panicked voice screeched.
“Well Chloe” started Oliver, like he was explaining to a child “When a woman and a man feel attracted to each other and had a little bit more to drink than they both can handle, pretty interesting stuff can happen.”
“Drunk? I wasn’t drunk … I think…” she started with determination and ended her sentence in doubt. Quickly thinking, she remembered the party yesterday, the happy faces, the sickening happy couples, and her one sided crush on their green leathered leader who probably saw her as a little sister… and the alcohol she consumed to fill the emptiness inside that just didn’t vanish.
“Oh my god…” she said, while holding her throat… she had slept with Oliver while being drunk, she didn’t remember, and apparently Oliver did…
“Hey, come on sidekick… was it that bad?” he said while moving out of the bed. To her relief he slipped on his boxers before making his way to her.
She looked up at him with big teary eyes as he came and crouched down next to her, and held on to her. “You must think of me so badly… I would never just…” she started.
“Shhhhh…” he said soothingly. He took her into his arms and placed her head under his check, like so many times he always wanted to do. “I’ve actually always imagined this being between us differently… but I don’t mind…” he said quietly to himself, but it was loud enough for her to hear it too.
Sniffing loudly she struggled with herself but then lifted her head, making him look down at her, while she looked up. “What do you mean?” she asked with big doe like eyes.
He had a sad smile on his face “Chloe, I guess I got a confession to make… I’ve had it bad for you since some months now… and when you came on to me in your drunk state and said all those things… things I always wanted to hear from you… I just acted on my desires… I’m sorry about this… I shouldn’t have…” he shook his head and looked away, suddenly disgusted with him self. “I took advantage of you… because I … I hoped…”
Her heart went out to him, and she pulled him this time into her arms. “Oh Oliver… shhhh… don’t say anything anymore. I guess this really is both our fault! It’s aright! I’ve liked you since a long time… and I guess all of my inhibitions and up tightness finally fell away when I got tipsy.” She refused to think of herself as drunk. “Oliver,” she said and made him look at her “we can’t undo last night… but we might be able to go from here… just take it a little slower…” she just didn’t know how to say this.
He looked at her questioningly. His eyes searched hers, like he was assessing her sincerity… and if she meant what she was saying, or if she was just comforting his guilt. Make him feel better.
After a moment of searchingly looking at her, into her face, and seeing only earnest truth and the love he sometimes told himself he only imagined, he nodded. He didn’t kiss her right away, instead only embraced her again, and told himself that this time, this relationship would be different. He would go slow on her, and show her that he really meant it when he said he’d hoped … because he did. He had hoped for a long time… ever since he got to know her.
THE END.