Chlollie Fanfic: Just for Funsies, Chapter 3/3
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Title: Just for Funsies…
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic Sex
Timeline: Season 9 (Warrior)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Chloe decides to take Oliver up on his offer of guilt-free sex.
Feedback: …is yum-my. :-)
2nd Place Winner: Best Smut Fic, Chlollie 2010 Fanfiction Awards
Read Chapter 1 here.
Read Chapter 2 here.
Chapter 3
Gradually Oliver relaxed his hold on Chloe loosened as the tension faded from his limbs, and his head dropped to her shoulder. He wanted to roll off of her, but the couch wasn’t wide enough for both of them to lie side by side, so he braced himself over her on his arms to take the weight off of her. Both of them breathed deeply as they came back to normal, and he managed to open his eyes and take a look at her.
Her skin was flushed, her eyed closed and her lips parted as she got her breath back, and her hair was in wild disarray. She looked like a woman who had been fucked eight ways to Sunday, and had loved every minute of it.
Oliver couldn’t help but feel a heady sense of pride at being the first person to unlock the tidal wave of passion in Chloe. Her life had been nothing short of hell for the last couple of years or so, and if anyone deserved a break from the daily grind, it was her. For the first time in a long time she looked relaxed and at peace, almost happy. And he was the one who had unwound her.
Once again, he felt that burst of manly pride, along with something else that he wasn’t ready to analyse. He lifted a hand and brushed her sweaty hair off her forehead, then stroked her cheek with his finger.
Chloe pulled away from his hand and opened her eyes.
“Well, you certainly know how to show a girl a good time,” she drawled.
He grinned down at her. “I couldn’t resist the challenge,” he said. “So, did my theory ring true?”
She smiled lazily. “Now you’re just fishing for compliments,” she admonished. “Yes, I leaned that sexual fulfilment doesn’t have to be one‑dimensional, and multiple orgasms are not a myth. Happy now?”
“I’ll take that as a ringing endorsement,” he smiled, and lowered his head to hers for a kiss.
Before his lips could make contact with hers, she averted her face and pushed against his chest. “I need a drink,” she said, sliding out from under him.
He realised that she as trying to keep things as casual as possible, so he tried not to take it personally. He sat up and watched her with narrowed eyes as she walked to the fridge, naked, and uncapped a bottle of water.
How had he never noticed that she moved with such panther-like grace? She lifted the bottle to her mouth and drank thirstily, and his treacherous body began to reignite and harden as his mind went to all sorts of dirty places.
He rose from the couch and approached her. “You know, this doesn’t have to be a one-time thing,” he ventured hopefully.
She glanced down at his hardening cock and snorted. “You’re just saying that because you want to get laid again.”
“Actually, I want us to become exclusive,” he said, taking the bottle from her and taking a swig. “Exclusive friends with benefits, that is.”
She leaned against the side of the refrigerator and cocked her head at him. “That could work…as long as you promise not to get all mushy on me down the line,” she replied.
“Well, no-one’s gotten me to the altar just yet,” he said playfully.
She wasn’t amused. “Oliver, I’m serious,” she insisted. “I’ve tried the love thing, and all it brought me was heartache and pain by the bucketload, so alas, that is a road I’ll no longer be travelling.”
“No mushy stuff. Strictly physical,” he agreed. “And, er…maybe this would be a good time to discuss some fundamental issues, like contraception and protection.”
She gave a short laugh. “Oh, now you’re worried about protection and shit!” she exclaimed. “You know, this conversation would probably have come in handy about an hour or so ago, Oliver.”
He swallowed. “I…I assumed you were on the pill, or something…” he trailed off, just realising how stupidly irresponsible he’d been. She’d gotten him so hot so fast that he hadn’t even given a thought in that direction.
“Relax, Don Juan, I got a three-year contraceptive implant fitted before my doomed wedding,” she reassured him. “And do you honestly think I’d have let you anywhere near me without a condom if I didn’t already have detailed documentation of your sexual history?”
Realisation dawned. “You hacked into my medical files,” he said accusingly.
“Yours and everyone else’s in the League,” she confirmed stoically. “Don’t look so shocked, Ollie. You know I’ve been keeping tabs on all of you for a while now.”
He stared at her as she took the bottle back from him and drank deeply before continuing.
“I must say, you do get around, though,” she grinned. “With all the sticking and moving that you’ve done, it’s a miracle you’ve managed to stay clean.”
He held out his arms and shrugged. “What can I say? Personal hygiene is very important to me,” he replied sarcastically. “So…are we doing this?”
She nodded. “Friends with benefits. No strings, no demands, no expectations...just good, clean fun.”
Oliver ran his gaze over her naked form. “Personally I was hoping for bad, dirty fun, but…”
“That too,” she said with amusement. She held out her hand. “Shake on it?”
He stared at her outstretched hand, then grinned. “I was kind of hoping to seal the deal another way, if you don’t mind.”
“Animal,” she joked. “Alright, then. Give me five or ten minutes to recover, and we can give it another go. I’ll be scientifically impressed if you can jack my orgasm tally up to four.”
He smiled as she walked past him, but his happy expression faded once her back was turned. Despite all Chloe’s bravado, she wasn’t the type to indulge in casual sex, and he was secretly worried that this might not be the best type of relationship for her in the long run. But it seemed this was what she wanted, what she needed for now, and as long as she demanded it, he would be more than happy to give it to her.
The real danger, of course, was whether or not he would be able to keep things on a casual footing. He suddenly realised that he hadn’t thought about Lois ever since he’d first touched Chloe; and even now, he didn’t feel the yearning for his ex that had plagued him ever since she called off their relationship.
He sighed and walked over to where Chloe stood, still naked, looking out the Watchtower stained glass window. Standing behind her, he slid an arm around her waist and reached for her breast, while his other hand slid down to probe her sex.
Chloe moaned and arched her back, pressing her bottom against his straining erection. He lowered his face to her neck and drew in a deep, ragged breath.
Guilt-free, no-strings sex with Chloe Sullivan was going to be a lot harder than he’d ever realised.
The End.
***
PS: I really can’t help myself. I’m planning to pen a sequel to this gig and call it Love for Realsies. I’m such a sucker for happy endings. ;-)
02/03/2010: Edited to include link to the sequel. Read Love for Realsies here! :-)
...aaaaand the rest. And now it's five in the morning, and I really need to get me some shut-eye. *staggers drearily*
Enjoy! :-)
Title: Just for Funsies…
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic Sex
Timeline: Season 9 (Warrior)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Chloe decides to take Oliver up on his offer of guilt-free sex.
Feedback: …is yum-my. :-)
2nd Place Winner: Best Smut Fic, Chlollie 2010 Fanfiction Awards
Read Chapter 1 here.
Read Chapter 2 here.
Chapter 3
Gradually Oliver relaxed his hold on Chloe loosened as the tension faded from his limbs, and his head dropped to her shoulder. He wanted to roll off of her, but the couch wasn’t wide enough for both of them to lie side by side, so he braced himself over her on his arms to take the weight off of her. Both of them breathed deeply as they came back to normal, and he managed to open his eyes and take a look at her.
Her skin was flushed, her eyed closed and her lips parted as she got her breath back, and her hair was in wild disarray. She looked like a woman who had been fucked eight ways to Sunday, and had loved every minute of it.
Oliver couldn’t help but feel a heady sense of pride at being the first person to unlock the tidal wave of passion in Chloe. Her life had been nothing short of hell for the last couple of years or so, and if anyone deserved a break from the daily grind, it was her. For the first time in a long time she looked relaxed and at peace, almost happy. And he was the one who had unwound her.
Once again, he felt that burst of manly pride, along with something else that he wasn’t ready to analyse. He lifted a hand and brushed her sweaty hair off her forehead, then stroked her cheek with his finger.
Chloe pulled away from his hand and opened her eyes.
“Well, you certainly know how to show a girl a good time,” she drawled.
He grinned down at her. “I couldn’t resist the challenge,” he said. “So, did my theory ring true?”
She smiled lazily. “Now you’re just fishing for compliments,” she admonished. “Yes, I leaned that sexual fulfilment doesn’t have to be one‑dimensional, and multiple orgasms are not a myth. Happy now?”
“I’ll take that as a ringing endorsement,” he smiled, and lowered his head to hers for a kiss.
Before his lips could make contact with hers, she averted her face and pushed against his chest. “I need a drink,” she said, sliding out from under him.
He realised that she as trying to keep things as casual as possible, so he tried not to take it personally. He sat up and watched her with narrowed eyes as she walked to the fridge, naked, and uncapped a bottle of water.
How had he never noticed that she moved with such panther-like grace? She lifted the bottle to her mouth and drank thirstily, and his treacherous body began to reignite and harden as his mind went to all sorts of dirty places.
He rose from the couch and approached her. “You know, this doesn’t have to be a one-time thing,” he ventured hopefully.
She glanced down at his hardening cock and snorted. “You’re just saying that because you want to get laid again.”
“Actually, I want us to become exclusive,” he said, taking the bottle from her and taking a swig. “Exclusive friends with benefits, that is.”
She leaned against the side of the refrigerator and cocked her head at him. “That could work…as long as you promise not to get all mushy on me down the line,” she replied.
“Well, no-one’s gotten me to the altar just yet,” he said playfully.
She wasn’t amused. “Oliver, I’m serious,” she insisted. “I’ve tried the love thing, and all it brought me was heartache and pain by the bucketload, so alas, that is a road I’ll no longer be travelling.”
“No mushy stuff. Strictly physical,” he agreed. “And, er…maybe this would be a good time to discuss some fundamental issues, like contraception and protection.”
She gave a short laugh. “Oh, now you’re worried about protection and shit!” she exclaimed. “You know, this conversation would probably have come in handy about an hour or so ago, Oliver.”
He swallowed. “I…I assumed you were on the pill, or something…” he trailed off, just realising how stupidly irresponsible he’d been. She’d gotten him so hot so fast that he hadn’t even given a thought in that direction.
“Relax, Don Juan, I got a three-year contraceptive implant fitted before my doomed wedding,” she reassured him. “And do you honestly think I’d have let you anywhere near me without a condom if I didn’t already have detailed documentation of your sexual history?”
Realisation dawned. “You hacked into my medical files,” he said accusingly.
“Yours and everyone else’s in the League,” she confirmed stoically. “Don’t look so shocked, Ollie. You know I’ve been keeping tabs on all of you for a while now.”
He stared at her as she took the bottle back from him and drank deeply before continuing.
“I must say, you do get around, though,” she grinned. “With all the sticking and moving that you’ve done, it’s a miracle you’ve managed to stay clean.”
He held out his arms and shrugged. “What can I say? Personal hygiene is very important to me,” he replied sarcastically. “So…are we doing this?”
She nodded. “Friends with benefits. No strings, no demands, no expectations...just good, clean fun.”
Oliver ran his gaze over her naked form. “Personally I was hoping for bad, dirty fun, but…”
“That too,” she said with amusement. She held out her hand. “Shake on it?”
He stared at her outstretched hand, then grinned. “I was kind of hoping to seal the deal another way, if you don’t mind.”
“Animal,” she joked. “Alright, then. Give me five or ten minutes to recover, and we can give it another go. I’ll be scientifically impressed if you can jack my orgasm tally up to four.”
He smiled as she walked past him, but his happy expression faded once her back was turned. Despite all Chloe’s bravado, she wasn’t the type to indulge in casual sex, and he was secretly worried that this might not be the best type of relationship for her in the long run. But it seemed this was what she wanted, what she needed for now, and as long as she demanded it, he would be more than happy to give it to her.
The real danger, of course, was whether or not he would be able to keep things on a casual footing. He suddenly realised that he hadn’t thought about Lois ever since he’d first touched Chloe; and even now, he didn’t feel the yearning for his ex that had plagued him ever since she called off their relationship.
He sighed and walked over to where Chloe stood, still naked, looking out the Watchtower stained glass window. Standing behind her, he slid an arm around her waist and reached for her breast, while his other hand slid down to probe her sex.
Chloe moaned and arched her back, pressing her bottom against his straining erection. He lowered his face to her neck and drew in a deep, ragged breath.
Guilt-free, no-strings sex with Chloe Sullivan was going to be a lot harder than he’d ever realised.
The End.
***
PS: I really can’t help myself. I’m planning to pen a sequel to this gig and call it Love for Realsies. I’m such a sucker for happy endings. ;-)
02/03/2010: Edited to include link to the sequel. Read Love for Realsies here! :-)