Chlollie Fanfic: Love For Realsies, Chapter 8
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Chapter 8 of Love for Realsies is up for your reading pleasure.
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Title: Love for Realsies
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: NC-17. Sequel to Just for Funsies. (This chapter PG13)
Warnings: None here (graphic sex throughout the story, though)
Timeline: Season 9 (Conspiracy)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Chloe finds it increasingly difficult to resist Ollie’s affections.
Feedback: Oh, yes! J
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Chapter 8
A week later, Oliver stood in the Watchtower hallway and offered up a quick prayer for success. He took a deep breath, mentally counted to ten and then popped his head round the Watchtower door.
“Chloe?” he called hesitantly.
She glanced up from the computer screen and smiled. “Hey! How was your day?” she asked brightly.
“Eventful,” he replied, still standing by the door. “Listen, um…I’m not alone…”
She frowned and her eyes narrowed sharply. “Who’s with you - a League member?”
He made a wry face. “Ah…no.”
Chloe folded her arms, her expression grim as she walked towards him. “Oliver, you know the regulations about non-leaguers in the Watchtower…”
“I know, but…well, I thought you might bend the rules just this once,” he hedged.
She shook her head resolutely. “Come on, Ollie, I haven’t even told Lois about this place. What makes you think I’d make an exception for a complete stranger?”
“Because…oh, heck. I’ll let you figure it out.” He stepped out from behind the door and into her full view, and she stopped short, her eyes widening in surprise.
“Oh, my God!” she breathed, her gaze softening as she stared at the tiny, furry bundle in his arms. She hurried forwards, reached out and lifted the puppy, which she held against her bosom.
“Look at you!” she cooed, smiling as she rubbed the little mutt behind the ears. “Look at you! You’re so beautiful!”
Oliver heaved a sigh of relief. There was no way that pup was going anywhere now that it had stolen Chloe’s heart.
“Oh my God, she’s lovely!” she said, a huge grin splitting her face. “Wherever did you get her?”
“Him,” he corrected. “It’s a him.”
“I stand corrected. Where did you find him?”
“I narrowly missed running him over when he shot across the road,” he lied. “He was frozen solid with fear, so I got out of the car to check on him, and I just couldn’t leave him there. He had no collar on, you see, so I guessed he was a stray.”
“Oh, you poor thing,” she soothed, nuzzling his dark fur. Suddenly she stopped and sniffed experimentally. “Hey…you smell pretty good for a dumpster doggy.”
Oops. “Oh…yeah, I um…I took him to the animal shelter first,” he said, hoping to God that his nose wasn’t growing. “I wanted to get him checked out, make sure he was okay. They gave him a bath and offered to take him off my hands, but as soon as my back was turned he started whining, and…”
“…you couldn’t leave him behind,” she finished, stroking the tiny puppy. “I don’t blame you, Ollie; I don’t think I’d have been able to leave him, either.”
“So…is he okay to stay with you?” he said hopefully. “I would keep him at the Clocktower, but I work such long, unsociable hours. And I know it’ll be difficult at the Talon with Lois being allergic and all, but…”
“What are you yammering on about? Of course I’ll take him!” she said, holding the pup up to her face grinning widely as he licked her nose. “I can keep him here with me during the day - once I’ve routed all the wires properly, of course - and he can stay on the farm at night with Clark. Or heck, Lois can just move in with Clark, and this little one and I can stay at the Talon.”
“That’s brilliant,” he said, relieved that his plan was working perfectly. “I have a doggy basket and a bunch of other stuff in the car for him that I picked up, so I’ll bring those up later.”
“Cool,” she said, still stroking the puppy. “How old is he?”
“About three weeks.”
“He’s still a baby,” she cooed. “And he doesn’t appear to be a mangy mutt, either. Did they say what breed he was, at the shelter?”
“He’s a Japanese Akita. Apparently, they don’t stay very little for long; he’ll be bigger than Shelby in four months.”
“Japanese Akita,” she murmured, supporting the pup in one hand while she tapped the words into her computer with the other to research the animal.
Oliver smiled to himself. She was well and truly hooked, preferring to type one-handed than to put the puppy down. This was his best plan yet.
“It says here that they’re a supremely intelligent breed of dog; quick thinking; fast-learning and easily bored with long periods of inactivity.”
He snorted with laughter. “Sounds like someone I know.”
“It also says that they rarely have dark coats,” she observed, looking down at the mostly jet black fur with white streaks on the tiny bundle. “So it seems you, my friend, are one of a kind.”
“Again, just like someone I know,” he laughed. “You’re right, dark-furred Akitas are regarded as something of an aberration. It’s probably why he was abandoned.”
“Why would anyone would want to abandon a cute little furball like you?” she said indulgently, nuzzling the puppy’s fur. “Whoever they are, they it’s their loss, and oh-so-totally my gain.”
Oliver smiled. “So what are you going to call him?” he asked as they walked towards the couch.
She frowned and regarded the little animal curiously. “Well, I could be completely predictable and go with Marble because he’s so tiny and he has this lovely black and white marbled fur…” she began.
Oliver made a face and shook his head. “Forget it. I know he doesn’t look it now, but in a couple of months, this dog’s gonna be badass. He needs a badass name, or no cigar.”
“True.” She frowned, and then her eyes lit up and sparkled as she had a brainwave. “How about Onyx?”
“I see you’re hung up on the colour thing,” he noted with a smile.
“Since he’s so unique, I think he deserves a name that celebrates and reflects that,” she pointed out wisely.
“Well, I suppose Onyx is pretty badass,” he relented. “And it’s a darn sight better than Treacle, or Midnight, or some such.”
Chloe giggled. “Come on, Ollie. Everyone know’s that Midnight’s a cat’s name. And Onyx definitely ain’t no sticky kitty.”
“He certainly isn’t,” he agreed, lifting the pup he’d carefully selected for Chloe from the animal shelter. He hadn’t gone there intending to get her a particular breed; he’d just wanted a puppy that would reflect Chloe’s unique personality and penchant for the weird and unexplained, and would tug on her heartstrings, and Onyx had fitted the bill from the start.
***
“Who’s this little guy?” Ollie had asked the shelter assistant as the tiny black pup extricated itself from the teeming mass of puppies and bounded towards him.
“That’s a Japanese Akita puppy, three weeks old,” the girl had replied as he knelt to pet the animal. “He was brought in with his siblings almost two weeks ago. The other three were all standard snowy Akitas, so they went quickly, but because he’s different, no one seems to want him.”
Oliver grinned and leaned forward as the puppy experimentally licked his nose and planted a furry paw on his sleeve.
“That’s not entirely true,” he said as he rose with the animal in his arms. “I’ll have him. Just tell me everything I need to know about Akitas, and I’ll be fine.”
So now they were all seated on Chloe’s couch, and he couldn’t help congratulating himself on the success of Phase Three of his Woo Chloe Operation. Now that they had a puppy together, it would be harder for her to mentally compartmentalise their relationship as a casual, ‘friends with benefits’ thing. Sitting here with her and Onyx felt particularly intimate.
It felt like a family.
He grinned and ticked the little pup behind the ears. “Welcome to Watchtower, Onyx,” he said, leaning down and touching his head to the blonde one next to his.
***
After Onyx had been settled down in his basket for the night, Chloe and Oliver had their dinner and relaxed barefoot in what had fast become their favourite spot; on the rug in front of the couch. Oliver sat on the floor with his back against the sofa while Chloe rested between his thighs, her back against his chest. Soft music played in the background, and the scene couldn’t have been any more domestic.
They sat quietly, cuddling, each just enjoying the presence of the other. Oliver lazily sifted one hand through her silky hair, marvelling at the way the strands curled around his fngers like spun gold around a reel. His other hand was around her middle, tracing circular patterns on her flat belly, while she caressed his fingers with hers.
She no longer flinched when he touched her, he noticed with a smile. That was huge, huge progress. In fact, she was so relaxed by his gentle touches that her lashes had drifted shut and she looked ready to sleep.
“I’m going away on business tomorrow,” he said softly, making her eyelids snap open.
“Now you tell me,” she grumbled with a frown. “Where are you off to this time, and how long for?”
“Queen Industries has some telecoms business in Mumbai,” he replied. “I’ll be gone just over a week.”
“Just a week?” she said incredulously, sounding none too pleased.
Oliver smiled and used the hand in her hair to gently turn her to face him. “Why, you gonna miss me?” he asked lightly, though the look in his eyes was serious.
Predictably, Chloe shrugged it off. “Nah, I’m not gonna miss you. Besides, I have Onyx to keep me company now.”
Oliver pouted. “Yeah, well that’s all good as long as he’s aware that he’s strictly barred from humping your leg,” he warned. “That’s my job.”
Chloe chuckled and looked up at him, and he was surprised to see a yearning, nostalgic expression on her face, her eyes saying what her mouth refused to communicate.
His heart all but flipped. She was totally going to miss him, and not just because of the sex.
“D’you wanna stay here tonight?” she asked softly.
Oliver lowered his face to the side of her neck and brushed his lips along the gently throbbing pulse at her throat. “I’d like that,” he whispered softly against her skin. “Very much.”
***
Chapter 9…
And to all those curious about what little Onyx looks like...
