Chlollie Fanfic: Pillow Talksies, Chapter 3
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...and no, this is not the last chapter...there's one more after this. :-P
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Title: Pillow Talksies
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: R-ish
Warnings: Just a wee bit o’ sexy talk. If you’re under 18, cover your ears.
Timeline: Post Season 9 FutureFic - sequel to Love for Realsies
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Oliver and Chloe have a very intimate discussion during his 72-hour house arrest.
Feedback: …is a terrible thing to keep to yourself. :)
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Previously: “Do you want to know about the sex, or the relationship in general?”
She tried to swallow again, but her voice was suddenly dry. Her words came out in a quiet croak.
“All of it.”
Chapter 3
Oliver nodded. “Okay, here we go. The sex…well, the honest truth was that it could have been better.”
She sighed. “Oliver, you don’t have to lie to me-”
“I’m not lying,” he insisted. “Sex with Lois was rushed and distracted, because I would hear my stealth alarm go off, which as you can imagine would wreak havoc with my concentration. I’d then try and go through the motions as quickly as possible so that I could sneak off, grab my gear and get down to hero business. She can testify to the number of times she went to slip into a slinky number and emerged from the bathroom to find me gone.”
Chloe cracked a smile. “Actually, yeah; she said you disappeared a lot whenever she wanted to get busy.”
“See?” he said. “It definitely put a damper on things. So, final answer: the sex wasn’t all that great.”
“And the relationship?”
“Well, there wasn’t much of one since I couldn’t trust her with the knowledge of my hero identity,” he replied. “Two and a half months, that’s how long we dated. The end.”
“But if all of that’s true, then why did you fight so hard to get her back?” she asked, genuinely puzzled.
“Because…” he paused and sighed. “Chloe, you scared me,” he finally whispered.
She frowned. “I don’t understand-”
“The whole Roulette thing,” he explained. “When I found out it was you who was behind it all and I confronted you outside the coffee shop; you scared me.”
She was still completely confused. “Scared you…how?”
“I reached across the table and took your hand,” he murmured, squeezing her fingers as he’d done that day all those months ago. “And for the first time in ever, I actually looked beyond the façade and I saw you. And something stirred deep in here, something that I never knew I had.”
He held her hand to his heart and continued.
“You have to understand, I’d never really been in love before. The closest I’d ever come to it was with Tess, and that was a strange relationship borne of desert island desperation,” he went on. “Other than that, the only fairly serious girlfriend I’d had was Lois, and since she now knew I was the Green Arrow I thought it might be worth giving our relationship another shot.
“But here I was, having strong feelings for you, her cousin, which was totally unexpected - and yes, scary, so I made the hasty decision to ignore you in favour of my ex.” He frowned. “At the time, you were ‘the other woman’, and she was the girl I thought was worth fighting for. It just didn’t occur to me that I was focusing on the wrong girl.”
“But when she turned you down, you were depressed,” she argued.
“So were you, when Clark chose Lois over you,” he reasoned.
“Oh. Well…yeah, but things are different now,” she insisted.
“We’re singing from the same hymn sheet, Chloe,” he said with a smile. “We’re both over our previous relationships. And you might want to take particular note of my break-up strategy, because it proves that you’re the one I love.”
She frowned. “Huh? I don’t follow…”
“I’ll explain. When I lost Lois to Clark, what did I do?”
She lifted one shoulder in a listless shrug. “I dunno…moped a little, then soothed your bruised ego by sleeping with the first available female - which happened to be me,” she replied dully.
“I ended up in bed with you, that’s true,” he conceded. “But - and this is a good one - when I saw you kissing Clark and I thought I’d lost you, what did I do?”
Her eyes widened as she finally caught on to his intent. “You went out and almost wrapped yourself around a lamppost,” she said with a smile.
“And tried to cut you out of my life completely because I just couldn’t cope with the fact that I’d lost you,” he added.
He tilted her chin up and stared into her eyes. “Chloe, seeing Clark kiss you was the most painful thing that has happened to me in a long time. What I had with Lois is nothing compared to what I feel for you; and anything I did feel for her died when I first took you in my arms. I need you to believe that.”
“But you’re still friends with her,” she pointed out.
“Much like you’re still friends with Clark,” he said smartly. “Believe me, it’s a good thing when you can smile at your ex with no hard feelings, because it means you’re completely over them.”
“Then how do you explain the fact that you want nothing to do with Tess?” she argued.
He scowled. “She put you in danger, both with Doomsday and with Checkmate, and I’ll never forgive her for that,” he said darkly. “But here’s the thing: if you and Clark had ended up together, I’d never have been able to be in the same room with you.”
“Yeah, I kind of got that idea when you kicked me out of your life,” she chuckled. “What were your exact words again…? Ah, yes - ‘Fuck you both, and goodbye.’”
Oliver grinned sheepishly and swung her into his arms, carrying her as easily as if were as light as a feather.
“Sorry about that,” he said ruefully and dropped a quick kiss on her forehead. “In my defence, I was dying inside at the time, torturing myself with visions of you and Clark and that kiss.” He shuddered. “I get the shivers just thinking about it.”
“So don’t think about it.”
He nodded and carried her across the room. “I won’t; as long as you promise not to think about me and Lois.”
She scrunched up her face. “It’s a deal.”
He grinned and laid her gently back in bed and stretched out over her. “So does that answer your question about my extinct relationship with your cousin?”
She nodded and smiled. “Yes, it totally does.”
“And can you promise me that we will never, ever have this discussion again?”
She raised her hand in a girl scout’s salute. “You have my word.”
He heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank you. Now, do you have any more questions at all before I bring this discussion to a close? Because I really want to make love to you now.”
She bit her lip and frowned. “Um…maybe one more…”
“Chloe, you’re killing me!” he groaned.
“It won’t take long, I promise,” she soothed. “But it is important.”
“Fine,” he relented. “What’s it about this time?”
She took a deep breath. “Gosh, this is hard…”
He grinned. “I’ll show you hard, you sexy thang.”
“Oliver, I’m serious!”
“Then spit it out!” he all but yelled. “What is it?”
“You blackmailed me.”
***
Chapter 4…
...and no, this is not the last chapter...there's one more after this. :-P
Enjoy. Thanks so much for all the lurve, I really appreciate it! :-D *group-smish*
Title: Pillow Talksies
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: R-ish
Warnings: Just a wee bit o’ sexy talk. If you’re under 18, cover your ears.
Timeline: Post Season 9 FutureFic - sequel to Love for Realsies
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Oliver and Chloe have a very intimate discussion during his 72-hour house arrest.
Feedback: …is a terrible thing to keep to yourself. :)
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Previously: “Do you want to know about the sex, or the relationship in general?”
She tried to swallow again, but her voice was suddenly dry. Her words came out in a quiet croak.
“All of it.”
Chapter 3
Oliver nodded. “Okay, here we go. The sex…well, the honest truth was that it could have been better.”
She sighed. “Oliver, you don’t have to lie to me-”
“I’m not lying,” he insisted. “Sex with Lois was rushed and distracted, because I would hear my stealth alarm go off, which as you can imagine would wreak havoc with my concentration. I’d then try and go through the motions as quickly as possible so that I could sneak off, grab my gear and get down to hero business. She can testify to the number of times she went to slip into a slinky number and emerged from the bathroom to find me gone.”
Chloe cracked a smile. “Actually, yeah; she said you disappeared a lot whenever she wanted to get busy.”
“See?” he said. “It definitely put a damper on things. So, final answer: the sex wasn’t all that great.”
“And the relationship?”
“Well, there wasn’t much of one since I couldn’t trust her with the knowledge of my hero identity,” he replied. “Two and a half months, that’s how long we dated. The end.”
“But if all of that’s true, then why did you fight so hard to get her back?” she asked, genuinely puzzled.
“Because…” he paused and sighed. “Chloe, you scared me,” he finally whispered.
She frowned. “I don’t understand-”
“The whole Roulette thing,” he explained. “When I found out it was you who was behind it all and I confronted you outside the coffee shop; you scared me.”
She was still completely confused. “Scared you…how?”
“I reached across the table and took your hand,” he murmured, squeezing her fingers as he’d done that day all those months ago. “And for the first time in ever, I actually looked beyond the façade and I saw you. And something stirred deep in here, something that I never knew I had.”
He held her hand to his heart and continued.
“You have to understand, I’d never really been in love before. The closest I’d ever come to it was with Tess, and that was a strange relationship borne of desert island desperation,” he went on. “Other than that, the only fairly serious girlfriend I’d had was Lois, and since she now knew I was the Green Arrow I thought it might be worth giving our relationship another shot.
“But here I was, having strong feelings for you, her cousin, which was totally unexpected - and yes, scary, so I made the hasty decision to ignore you in favour of my ex.” He frowned. “At the time, you were ‘the other woman’, and she was the girl I thought was worth fighting for. It just didn’t occur to me that I was focusing on the wrong girl.”
“But when she turned you down, you were depressed,” she argued.
“So were you, when Clark chose Lois over you,” he reasoned.
“Oh. Well…yeah, but things are different now,” she insisted.
“We’re singing from the same hymn sheet, Chloe,” he said with a smile. “We’re both over our previous relationships. And you might want to take particular note of my break-up strategy, because it proves that you’re the one I love.”
She frowned. “Huh? I don’t follow…”
“I’ll explain. When I lost Lois to Clark, what did I do?”
She lifted one shoulder in a listless shrug. “I dunno…moped a little, then soothed your bruised ego by sleeping with the first available female - which happened to be me,” she replied dully.
“I ended up in bed with you, that’s true,” he conceded. “But - and this is a good one - when I saw you kissing Clark and I thought I’d lost you, what did I do?”
Her eyes widened as she finally caught on to his intent. “You went out and almost wrapped yourself around a lamppost,” she said with a smile.
“And tried to cut you out of my life completely because I just couldn’t cope with the fact that I’d lost you,” he added.
He tilted her chin up and stared into her eyes. “Chloe, seeing Clark kiss you was the most painful thing that has happened to me in a long time. What I had with Lois is nothing compared to what I feel for you; and anything I did feel for her died when I first took you in my arms. I need you to believe that.”
“But you’re still friends with her,” she pointed out.
“Much like you’re still friends with Clark,” he said smartly. “Believe me, it’s a good thing when you can smile at your ex with no hard feelings, because it means you’re completely over them.”
“Then how do you explain the fact that you want nothing to do with Tess?” she argued.
He scowled. “She put you in danger, both with Doomsday and with Checkmate, and I’ll never forgive her for that,” he said darkly. “But here’s the thing: if you and Clark had ended up together, I’d never have been able to be in the same room with you.”
“Yeah, I kind of got that idea when you kicked me out of your life,” she chuckled. “What were your exact words again…? Ah, yes - ‘Fuck you both, and goodbye.’”
Oliver grinned sheepishly and swung her into his arms, carrying her as easily as if were as light as a feather.
“Sorry about that,” he said ruefully and dropped a quick kiss on her forehead. “In my defence, I was dying inside at the time, torturing myself with visions of you and Clark and that kiss.” He shuddered. “I get the shivers just thinking about it.”
“So don’t think about it.”
He nodded and carried her across the room. “I won’t; as long as you promise not to think about me and Lois.”
She scrunched up her face. “It’s a deal.”
He grinned and laid her gently back in bed and stretched out over her. “So does that answer your question about my extinct relationship with your cousin?”
She nodded and smiled. “Yes, it totally does.”
“And can you promise me that we will never, ever have this discussion again?”
She raised her hand in a girl scout’s salute. “You have my word.”
He heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank you. Now, do you have any more questions at all before I bring this discussion to a close? Because I really want to make love to you now.”
She bit her lip and frowned. “Um…maybe one more…”
“Chloe, you’re killing me!” he groaned.
“It won’t take long, I promise,” she soothed. “But it is important.”
“Fine,” he relented. “What’s it about this time?”
She took a deep breath. “Gosh, this is hard…”
He grinned. “I’ll show you hard, you sexy thang.”
“Oliver, I’m serious!”
“Then spit it out!” he all but yelled. “What is it?”
“You blackmailed me.”
***
Chapter 4…