Chlollie Fanfic: Up To Tricksies, Chapter 3
Title: Up to Tricksies
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Timeline: FutureFic
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Through covert scheming and careful planning (or not!), Oliver Queen finally gets his wish. Sixth story in the Funsies Series.
Feedback: …is a terrible thing to keep to yourself. J
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Chapter 3
“Surprise!” Lois trilled as she breezed through the door.
“Lois, you’re back!” Chloe hugged her cousin excitedly. “And how long do I have you for this time?”
Lois looked at her watch and made a wry face. “An hour, maybe?”
Chloe’s face fell. “But you just got back!” she whined. “And I never get to see you anymore. Am I going to have to wait another two months before your next visit?”
“I’m sorry, kiddo,” she replied, ruffling her hair affectionately. “Such is the life of a foreign correspondent, I guess. But enough about me; what’s going on with you?”
“Oh, not much,” she replied dryly. “But don’t stand too close to me; I don’t want you to catch this bug I’m nursing. Or the raging case of PMT.”
Lois plopped onto the sofa. “PMT’s not contagious.”
Chloe snorted. “Don’t bet on it.” She headed to the kitchen and returned with a tray of muffins and some soft drinks. “Can I interest you in a quick bite before you head off?”
Lois grinned and rubbed her hands together. “You know me well.”
Chloe smiled and lowered the tray of treats in front of her cousin. Lois reached for a double chocolate muffin and then froze, her eyes widening in shock.
“Jesus, Chloe; what the hell is going on up here?”
Chloe frowned and looked around, confused. “Up where?”
“Here,” she said, pointing at Chloe’s cleavage with a querying look. “The girls look like they’re bursting with pride. Have you had something done?”
Chloe’s jaw dropped in surprise and indignation. “No! No, I most certainly have not, no way!”
“Now Chloe, there’s no denying what’s right in front of my face…literally,” she said with a sly smile. “And I’m certainly not one to judge. You can tell me.”
“You know I wouldn’t go under the knife, Lo,” Chloe replied honestly.
“Not even as a present for your husband?” Lois suggested slyly. “How long as he been away on business, three weeks?”
Chloe sighed and put the chocolate muffin in her cousin’s hand. “No need. Oliver loves my puppies just as they are, as do I.”
“Have you seen yourself lately?” Lois asked witheringly. “Those aren’t puppies anymore, Chlo. They’re full-grown hounds!”
“I told you, I have PMT,” she insisted with a weary sigh. “Nothing to get excited about; trust me.”
Lois shrugged and bit into her muffin. A buzz on the intercom interrupted their conversation. Chloe turned on the preview screen and saw Clark on the other side of the door.
“Oh, hey, Clark. Come on up,” she greeted, then added, “Lois is here, she just popped by for a flying visit.” That way, he would know to take the elevator up to the penthouse rather than whoosh up the stairs, in which case he’d owe his former girlfriend a rather curious explanation.
“Uh…okay.” The screen went black, and soon the familiar whirr of the elevator was audible as he made his ascent.
“It’s not going to be awkward, is it?” she asked Lois suddenly. “I mean, you two…”
“We broke up by mutual agreement Chloe; there was no animosity,” Lois reassured her. “It’s fine. Besides, there’s no way I’d have been able to sustain a long distance relationship for any length of time, not when I’m out of the country for ten months of the year.”
Chloe’s nodded. “I see.” Actually, she didn’t. She couldn’t understand why Clark, when faced with the prospect of his girlfriend becoming a foreign correspondent, didn’t use it as the perfect opportunity to tell her the truth about his origins and abilities. No matter where Lois was in the world, he could have been there in seconds. “Well, as long as you’re okay…”
“Lois smiled. “I’m fine.”
The elevator doors slid open, and Clark stepped into the Penthouse, looking fairly studious in his office suit and tie. “Hi Chloe; Lois.”
“Good to see you, Clark,” Chloe said with a smile.
Lois waved. “Hey. What brings you here in the middle of the afternoon?”
He immediately looked guarded. “Me? Oh, I just…uh…”
Chloe rolled her eyes. “He’s covering an environmental piece for Oliver about Queen Industries and their commitment to sustainability,” she lied smoothly. “You’re a little early, Clark, but Oliver will be here in about ten minutes.”
“Oh, okay. Thanks.” Oliver and Queen Industries had in fact been developing a highly malleable lead-based fabric sheeting that Clark could wear against his skin as a bullet-proof vest, and Oliver had invited him over to try out the prototype.
“In the meantime, can I interest you in a homemade muffin?” she offered.
“Homemade?” he repeated, glancing suspiciously at the tray of baked goods. “Really?”
“Of course they are,” she retorted. “The fact that they weren’t made in my home or by my hand is completely irrelevant.”
Clark laughed. “Typical.” He reached for the tray of muffins she was holding out to him…and like Lois before him his hand stilled in mid-air, his gaze riveted to her chest. “Whoa.”
She shot him a blistering look. “I’m up here, pervert.”
He blinked and averted his eyes. “Sorry, I just…” he glanced at her chest again and gaped in wonder. “Wow. What have you done to them?”
“Okay, why does everyone keep saying that?” she wailed.
“She’s got PMT,” Lois explained to Clark. “At least, that’s the story she’s sticking to.”
“It’s the truth!”
“Well, I don’t know about you, cuz, but when I’m premenstrual, my boobs don’t balloon to twice their size in protest,” she pointed out.
“I think I should leave the room,” Clark said weakly, his cheeks bright red.
Chloe scowled and folded her arms. “For the last time, I haven’t had a boob job. They just look and feel really weird right now.”
“Whatever’s going on, I bet Oliver’s going to love them when he sees them,” Lois mused with a grin.
“Sees what?” Oliver said as he sauntered into the Clocktower.
Chloe’s face broke into a wide smile, and she ran into her husband’s arms. “Honey, you’re home!”
Oliver held her close and tilted her lips to his for a soulful kiss. He leaned back and smiled. “Hello, my - dayum.” He stared, transfixed at the sight of Chloe’her unusually generous bosom. “Wow. What did you-?”
“Nothing!” Chloe yelled. “I didn’t do anything, they’ve just been like this for the last couple of days. Really sensitive and achy; here, feel…” she took her husband’s hands and pressed them to her breasts, wincing at the gentle contact.
“Guys! Save it for your bedroom, please!” Clark begged, looking away. “Christ, like I haven’t seen enough of you two already…”
Oliver ignored him and frowned. “That shouldn’t hurt.”
“I know; it’s crazy. I did change the fabric softener, so maybe-”
“How’s your mouth?” he asked suddenly.
Chloe grinned and leaned into him. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“No, what I mean is, how does it taste?”
“Oh. Metallic,” she confirmed. “But I’ve had a bug for a couple of days that I can’t seem to shift. I’m done waiting it out, though. Symptoms have persisted for more than three days, so I’m calling my doctor to get this sorted out.”
“Before you do…one last question,” Oliver said carefully.
She frowned at him. “Yeah…?”
He swallowed. “Have you…fainted at all? Or been sick?”
She snorted. “I don’t faint,” she said haughtily. “I admit, I’ve been lethargic as hell and seriously nauseous when I get up in the morning, but it usually clears by midday. Why?”
Oliver stared at her strangely for several seconds, and then his face lit up in a broad, wonderous smile. “Unbelievable…”
“What is?” Chloe asked.
“Yeah, what is?” Lois piped up from across the room.
“Um…Chloe? I have something to tell you. In private.”
Chloe giggled as he wrapped an arm around her and gently pulled her close, fusing their lower bodies together. “What? You’ve got a present for me, Big Boy?”
“Actually,” he said softly, placing a hand on her midriff. “You’ve got something here, for me.”
She frowned at him, puzzled. “What? What are you talking about? What have I got?”
“My baby,” he whispered. “Chloe…I think you’re pregnant.”
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Chapter 4…