Forgiveness 8/?
Title: Forgiveness 8/?
Author: Calie
Rating: M
Summary: Two people that have wronged each other and their friends will only finnd forgiveness with each other.
Notes: Uh, I'm so tired. I'm glad I got this up so soon after the last update, but I thinkI may have rushed through it. On the bright side I did enjoy writinng this chapter. Just remember, it's two in the morning. If my editing isn't up to par (which it isn't that great anyway) then sorry. I thought this would be the last chapter, but I'm thinking now I will have one more.
Oliver walked back into his darkened room and glanced down at the naked woman curled up in his bed. One more time he considered waking her and telling her he was going out, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. If she did wake it wouldn’t be hard for her to realize where he’d gone, and she knew better then anyone how to get in touch with him.
It was thirty minutes into his patrols when he heard the sound of wind and feet hitting pavement. Oliver turned, without any concern, to find exactly what he expected. “Clark.”
“I had a feeling you would be out here.”
“And I had a feeling you were going to hunt me down sooner or later.” Oliver flipped off his voice distorter, but left the remainder of his disguise in place. “Here for retribution? Maybe throw me around for a bit for shooting you with that arrow, going behind your back, stealing away your best friend.”
“As much as I would like to hit you I’m not.” Clark stepped forward and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself.
“You’re probably right; I can’t imagine Chloe would be too happy if I had a black eye when I got home.” Oliver could see Clark’s face harden at his mention of Chloe and he couldn’t help but take some silent pleasure in it.
Clark chose to ignore Oliver’s dig. “So we both screwed up. That’s obvious.”
Oliver stepped forward into the shadows and pulled off his glasses. “Are you serious? After all these months you’re still walking around with blinders on? This is about your best friend.”
“Your right, it is. So explain to me how three months ago she is was about to reconcile with her husband, only to have him killed, and now she’s with you. I knew you moved fast, but I didn’t think that fast.” Clark paused for a moment for good measure then continued. “How about we talk about you taking advantage of someone who just lost everything and probably isn’t over her dead husband.”
“Last time I checked what happened between Chloe and I is between us. Not everything that goes on in her life is your business Clark.” But Clark’s words shook him to the core. Clark had managed to bring alive every fear that Oliver had regarding Chloe since he’d first recognized his feelings for her. “When you were off playing reporter with Lois and leaving Chloe behind she was working for me. When you left I was the one that was still there, watching over her.”
“I told you that I went for Lois.” Clark ground out.
“And I stayed with Chloe.”
Clark wouldn’t allow himself to speak just yet. Anything he said would only further their argument. It didn’t take long for Clark to realize that certain changes were out of his control. Lois, who at one point had not even been a significant part in his life, who in fact had been in love with Oliver, now was a large part of his. Chloe on the other hand, had always been there for him, been his rock to lean on, was slowly slipping away from him into Oliver’s hands. She’d sacrificed everything for him until there was nothing left, and when Clark left to find Lois Oliver had picked up the pieces taking her for himself in the process. “What do you want from her?”
“Is that really something I should be discussing with you?” The truth was Oliver had no clue. Everything with Chloe was so new and strange that half the time he didn’t even know what he was doing.
“I don’t need the details. I want to know that you aren’t going to leave Chloe in worse shape then you found her. You’re right, she’s lost enough, can she really deal with losing someone else?”
“Chloe’s fine. I couldn’t help the bad timing.”
“And what about what happened with Lois? That didn’t work out to well for you either. How do you know that same thing won’t happen again?”
Oliver bit down on his first response, which was to ask Clark why he was complaining since now Lois was free for Clark to have for himself. It would have made him feel good, but it wouldn’t have gotten Chloe any closer to a reconciliation with Clark, which is ultimately what she needed. “I think Chloe is a little more accepting of my extra curricular activities. Would you rather her out there on her own or with me? Is there anyone else that you know of that could keep her safe?”
“I have no doubt of your ability to protect her. But I have a feeling you’re only going to get her into more trouble.”
Oliver couldn’t help but be slightly relieved that Clark wasn’t aware of Chloe’s sprained ankle or their troubles in Gotham. “Chloe was working for me before this happened. I don’t see how our relationship changes anything.”
“I can’t stop you. But you better take special care you don’t screw this up.” Clark spared Oliver one more hardened look before taking off.
He disappeared in a blur of red, leaving Oliver to his own thoughts. Oliver should have felt relieved by Clark’s reluctant acceptance, but Clark had only served to reawaken Oliver’s original concerns.
Chloe glanced towards the sound of the elevator. Unconsciously she gathered the comforter to her neck and waited for the bedroom door to open. It was only seconds before it crept open, shinning light into the room. As she suspected he was in full Green Arrow regalia, minus the hood and glasses. “You could have told me.”
“I didn’t want to wake you.” Oliver glanced at the TV then at the clock. It was nearing five in the morning; the sun would be rising at any moment. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She reached one hand out and laid it on the bed, palm facing up. To her relief he came forward and sat on the side of the bed. “Anything good?”
Oliver almost told her about Clark, but he couldn’t bring himself to rehash the whole conversation. “Nothing worth leaving you lying naked in my bed for.” She grinned up at him, soothing his fears. “I need to ask you something.” Her smile faded away, and wide green eyes bore into him. “I need to know you’re okay with this. I don’t want to do this only to find out that you weren’t ready.”
“I still feel sad for Jimmy, I feel bad about all of it.” Chloe reached up and cradled his cheek with his hand. “But you make me happy. Why would I not want that?” His hand covered the one that rested against his cheek and pulled it to his lips. Chloe smiled softly as she pressed a kiss to her fingers. “I like this.” Chloe pulled her hand from him and reached for his hood. He didn’t stop her as she pulled it back over his head, hiding his face in shadows. “It’s kind of sexy.” She slid her hand down his exposed bicep, relishing in the feel of his hardened muscles moving underneath her hand.
“How long have you been thinking that?” Oliver pressed his hands onto the bed on either side of her body and leaned his body over hers. She shifted against him, turning onto her back and releasing the covers.
“I won’t tell.” He leaned over and she grasped his arm in anticipation. She felt foolish as her body tensed, waiting for him. She was pitiful indeed if just the thought of him in his leathers sent her body into overdrive. Just when she expected his lips to touch hers his lips traveled south, pressing a kiss against her neck. “Ollie.”
“Shhh.” He pulled back just enough that he could see her body again and then pushed the covers down, revealing her bar breasts to him. With one brush of his thumb she shuddered.
Chloe wrapped her arm around him, her hand wresting over the hood, and pulled him closer. This time he didn’t pull away. Chloe let him force his tongue passed her lips. His gloved fingers pinched her nipple making her whimper into his mouth, but it didn’t linger long above her breasts. The leather slid down her body, over her stomach, and between her legs. One cold leather finger slid inside over her.
Her body pressed against him and Oliver watched in fascination as she pulled her lips from him and cried out. He slid another finger into her and pushed his fingers deeper.
Chloe dropped her arm from him and grasped at the sheets as his fingers forced her open. Slowly they slid out and pressed back into her, this time the roughness of one of his gloved fingers rubbing against her clit. Chloe threw her head back, crying out.
“I guess we’ll have to expand your duties as Watchtower.” Her chest heaved, hips rising to his hand, and body arching off the bed. As much as he loved watching her response to him Oliver wasn’t much in the mood for waiting. He slid his fingers from her and wrapped an arm around her waist.
Chloe didn’t even have time to miss the feel of him as he lifted her from the bed and dropped her back onto the mattress with her feet dangling over the side.
Oliver bent over her, biting her bottom lip and taking advantage of her gasp by thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Oliver made quick work of his pants, not even bothering to push them down.
He was hard and sliding the length of himself against. Chloe grabbed for him, guiding his head to her opening, but he only pulled back. Chloe arched up, rubbin herself against him and whimpered. “Please.”
Oliver smirked beneath the shadows of his hood and flipped on the voice distorter. “Turn over.”
It shouldn’t have made her whimper and arch her hips towards him, trying to take in any bit of him. He was still the same person, but laying beneath him naked with him over her in his leathers, face hidden beneath his hood, and the strange grated voice demanding her, she couldn’t help but obey. Just as she pushed herself onto her arms his gloved hands were on her hips, flipping her over and hauling her onto her knees. Chloe pressed her hands into the mattress, trying to plant herself safely into it just in time for him thrust into her, stretching here almost painfully, wrenching a cry from her.
“Is this what you wanted?” He tightened his hold on her hips, sliding out and then quickly yanking her back, surrounding himself with her.
Chloe dug her nails into the bed, fisting the sheets in her hands. He pounded into her again and she dropped her head. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back and forcing himself deeper into her body. Chloe squeezed her eyes shut and gasped. “Oh god.” She could feel him lean over her, his leather vest pressing against her bare back. Hands slid through her hair, grasping at the strands and forcing her head back by the roots.
“Is this what you wanted Watchtower?”
“Yes.” She whimpered pitifully. The only other man she’d ever been with was Jimmy, but it had never been like that. Not rough and hard and exciting. The lingering pain had given way and she tilted her back side up, somehow taking him in deeper.
Oliver fisted her hair harder and tightened his arm around her waist as she rocked against him. Oliver dropped his forehead against her back and fought against groaning. She whimpered beneath him, but pushed back harder against him each time. It took everything in him not lose himself. “Stop.” Her backside lifted higher, pressing harder again. “Stop it.” Oliver gave her hair a gentle tug to push his words even further home. “You don’t know how bad I just want to fuck you.”
“Do it.” His warm breath brushed over her back then she felt him pulling away. His hands gripped her hips tightly and her body tensed in anticipation of what she couldn’t see coming. She barely had time to prepare herself as he pulled out and thrusted back into her. “Oh god.” Her arms buckled beneath her and she leaned forward onto the bed, the only thing holding her up was his hand on her hips. He continued to penetrate her, hard and relentless, lifting her knees off the bed, taking her harder each time.
Sometimes he’d slow and she’d whimper beneath him, begging him for more until he sped up, knowing that her body would be bruised and hurting but past carrying. Each time he forced himself past her tight walls he’d push harder, relishing in every cry and scream that escaped her lips. Then her body arched, the ‘oh gods’ came closer together, and she screamed his name. The release that he’d been holding back for what seemed like forever finally escaped him as he pounded into her frantically her name falling from his lips as he dug his fingers into her soft hips.
It was only his hands that held her up. When her hips were free from him she fell to the bed and lay there gasping. She barely noticed the bed give under her and as he rested his hands on either side of her. Chloe forced herself to role over and found him leaning over her, his head hanging low. Her tired arms reach up for him and slid the zipper of his vest down. Once it opened she gently pulled it off of each arm, sighing when she finally met his eyes.
Oliver sighed deeply and pressed a kiss to her lips before forcing himself to stand. Slowly he pulled the gloves off and rid himself of the pants. Chloe had already crawled back and was lying back on the side of the bed he had found her in. Tiredly, Oliver crawled into the bed and collapsed onto his back.
Chloe rolled onto her side, taking note of the pain in her hip as her weight settled on it and the throbbing deep inside her. “That was…fun.”
Oliver opened his eyes and cocked an eyebrow at her. “You like being accosted in bed my masked men?”
“No.” Chloe laughed and settled her cheek against his slick chest. “Just the Green Arrow.”
“Well keep that up and the Green Arrow might be retiring early.” She chuckled against him. “But on the other hand it does give me a reason to wear the suit longer if you like it that much.”
Chloe grinned and looked up at him. “I like all of you. Oliver Queen and the Green Arrow. You wouldn’t be you without both of them.”
“Go to sleep.” He pressed a kiss against her forehead and reached for the covers. She settled against him quietly to his relief. She wanted all of him, and that’s what he’d wanted for the longest time. But now that he found someone that knew everything about him, accepted everything about him, it scared him. She’d been there in front of him for so long, just out of his reach. Through a horrible serious of events he finally had her. It wasn’t right that he’d gotten her through other people’s pain and suffering, but he couldn’t help but refuse to let her go.