The Abandoned Hero 11/11
Title: The Abandoned Hero 11/11
Summary: Takes place after Season 7. Oliver gets Chloe released from prison and presents her with a proposal. Reluctantly, she must accept. Little does she know of Oliver's other intentions.
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Wow, it had been a while since I updated this. Sorry about that. I hope you enjoy it.
The ride back to Oliver’s place had Chloe tense the whole time. Oliver insisted he was alright to drive them back on his bike but she didn’t have much faith considering he was shot. But they managed to make it back in one piece, even though she thought he should go to the hospital. She would have insisted on a trip to the hospital if she hadn’t already made up here mind to heal him when they got back to his home. Luckily, it wasn’t a mortal wound. She had too much she wanted to talk to him about to waste over twenty-four hours dead. Just as the door shut behind him she spoke. “Let me heal you.”
“No!” He exclaimed and jumped back. “Don’t touch me.”
“But-.” He turned away from her and walked away. “Why?”
“Just don’t. I’m well aware of what happens when you heal.” He continued to walk away from her but she was close behind him. “Go away.”
She could have blown off his reaction to him not wanting her to over extend herself. But there was anger in his voice and something that sounded like disgust. “I can still help you.”
“You’re not supposed to help me.” When he entered his bedroom she was still behind him. Finally, he stopped and spun around. “Go away!”
His booming voice made her jump and she almost shrunk away from him but she forced herself to stand her ground. “No.” Her voice was meek and scared compared to his.
“Just-.” Oliver squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his fist. With an angry shake of his head he opened his eyes again. “Go away.”
“What did I do?” she asked. He just shook his head and turned away from her. Without even thinking about the consequences she caught up to him, reached out, and touched his arm. A sharp pain shot through her, causing her to grab her side. She almost fell forward but his hands were on her arms, steadying her.
All the pain in his ribs was gone, but he wasn’t grateful. “I told you no.”
“What does it matter?” The pain was gone and she thought it wise to step away from him by the look of anger on his face. “You’re healed.”
“What matters is that if you decide to heal anyone it should be Clark. We don’t know much about your power and you don’t need to go wasting it by healing a non life-threatening bullet wound.” He turned away from her again and finished his walk to the bathroom. He should have thanked her for healing him but he was too angry with her for using her power to say the words.
“I don’t belong to Clark! I’m not his personal hospital!” She had been very patient with him up till then. She understood his pain but she couldn’t understand his resistance with her. “I healed you because I care about you!”
“Okay, fine, thanks. Now please go away.” Oliver pushed his vest off his should and grabbed a towel and wiped away the remaining blood and couldn’t help but be a little impressed by the perfect skin that was in the place of were his bullet wound had just been.
“I don’t get it.”
He stopped, not at her words but the tears he could hear in her voice. It should have been the perfect opportunity to push her away. He could have told her he didn’t care for her at all; hat his only goal was to make her safe, nothing else. He couldn’t hurt her like that though.
“I mean what did I do?” She didn’t even attempt to fight the tears. Maybe if he understood how much he was hurting her he would stop. “You bring me here. Swear you’ll protect me. Then all you do is hurt me. The only person I have to trust and rely on now.”
Her words were like a knife through his heart. His attempt to push her away hadn’t been right; it had been self-preservation. Oliver turned around to face her but refused to let her see how much she was really getting to him. “I’m not trying to hurt you.” But that wasn’t totally true. If he hurt her then she would leave him alone.
“I don’t understand.” She took a couple of steps and when he started to step around her she grabbed his arm. “Why are you avoiding me?”
Oliver stopped in mid stride and looked down at her and then continued on to the bedroom. “You shouldn’t be in here.” They had been alone before but usually it was in his kitchen or the living room. Not in his bedroom, standing so close.
He didn’t leave the bedroom to her relief but instead was trying to dig some clothes out of his dresser. “Why?” Her tears had stopped and now her heart was pounding in her chest.
Oliver stopped his search for clothes and turned to her. “Because it would be better for both of us if you left.” Oliver needed her to leave on her own because the last thing he would be able to do was make her.
“Better for you maybe.”
“Chloe.” Oliver sighed then tried again. “You don’t even know what is going on here.”
Chloe took a few steps to close the distance between them. “Then tell me.” He looked away from her and she touched his chest. Somehow that gesture got her what she wanted. He was looking straight at her. “Please.”
He grasped her wrist and pulled it away. As he did so her fingers trailed down his chest briefly then her touch was gone. “I’m trying to keep this simple. I protect you.”
“And that’s it?” He hadn’t released her wrist and continued to hold it gently at his side, forcing her to step forward. “That’s all we are?”
They both knew now what was going on. There was no point in dancing around it. His last resort was to make her understand. “No, your right. That isn’t all we are. But that has to be it. If I’m going to risk my life to protect you and have to turn you over to Clark every time he is in mortal danger than that has to be it.”
“What does Clark have to do with it?” Chloe asked softly, trying to coax more out of him.
“Because I don’t like the thought of having to turn over someone I care about so they can give their life for someone else. I don’t want it to be any harder then it already is.” His voice was raspy with raw emotion. It was almost painful for him to lay it all out there for her. To admit he was too scared to be with her because it hurt him to see her give herself up for Clark. To know that in the end it was all for Clark.
“I’d give my life for you.” He didn’t say anything to her but seemed to be studying her. “Ollie, don’t do this.”
She was standing there waiting with him, pleading with him. For so long he’d felt himself becoming more attached to her and when he finally decided to pull away it was to late. “You don’t know what you’re asking. This is harder than you know. You’ve known me for a couple of years. I’ve known you for almost a decade.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Chloe brought her free hand up to his chest and rested it there.
He wished she was right, but it mattered to him. It was hard. “Chloe…”
“I don’t know how hard it is for you. But I know this is making me miserable. I don’t know how it’s going to make you feel but if you keep pushing me away I won’t be able to take it Oliver.” His presence had become so ingrained in her life the past couple of months she wasn’t sure what she would do without him. “I can’t be around you if you’re just going to be my bodyguard. I’d rather just go back to Smallville.”
He’d only ever thought of keeping her at arms length; never had he considered her being away from him. The thought of her leaving permanently made him almost as fearful as the thought of her giving her life for Clark. As much as he wanted to keep her away he couldn’t fathom the thought of her leaving. Her hand suddenly slid up his chest and rested on his shoulder. Unconsciously he leaned forward but stopped himself only inches from her lips.
“Don’t stop.” Chloe whispered. It would have been so easy for her to close the space between them. She was more than willing to convince him but she needed to know he was ready to take the firsts step. “Please.” Her voice was pleading and probably a little pathetic but she didn’t care.
Oliver brought up his free hand and threaded it through her blond hair. Their eyes met again for a moment before he looked back down to her lips and kissed her. As their lips met hers hand tightened on his shoulder and she gasped into his mouth.
Chloe pulled him closer with her hand on his shoulder and attempted to raise herself to his level but it was difficult to stand on her toes. It was his arm wrapping around her waist, holding her tightly against him, that held her up.
“Maybe we should…” Oliver began to pull away from her but her hands were on his face and pulling his lips back to hers.
“Don’t stop.” Chloe whispered breathlessly. She slid her hands over his shoulders and into his hair. His hands slid under her shirt and the jacket that covered her body. Hoping to urge him on she arched into his body as she suddenly began to ache for the contact of her bare skin against his own. At first she wanted to wait for him to make the move. His hands continued to skim over her bare back, always brushing over her bra but never reaching for the clasp it was maddening. Finally, she’d had enough, released his neck, and reached for the zipper of her jacket.
Oliver heard the sound of the zipper and pulled away to glance down. Her chest was now exposed as the jacket and torn short opened to him. It wasn’t even the site of her bare chest that got to him, it was the torn shirt. “Chloe…” He grabbed both the jacket and shirt in his hands and looked back up at her. “I can’t stand looking at that shirt.” He slowly slid both off of her arms and she aided him in the process. When the offensive clothing was off of her he threw it to the side and brought a hand up to her bruised cheek. “I could still kill him.”
“It doesn’t matter right now.” She whispered gently and brought her hands up to cradle his face. It took only a moment before she was back in arms. His lips were on hers again and this time there was no hesitation as he kissed her and buried his hands in her hair. The arm around her waste tightened and then she felt him began to pull her forward as he stepped back. His body lowered to sit on the side of the bed and even with her still standing they were actually close to the same height. Chloe leaned forward to kiss him again but he stopped her with his hands on her arms. “What?”
Instead of responding Oliver trailed his hands down her bare arms, over her hands, and down her bare thighs, his eyes following the trail all the way down. Gently, he pulled her closer to him and looked back up at her. “Are you sure you mean it, when you say you don’t want me to stop?”
With his hands clamped on her thighs and their close proximity she wasn’t sure how she could have said no. Oliver had never really had any physical contact with her. Perhaps he had been careful not to. Now that he was finally giving her what she wanted there was no chance of her stopping him. “Please don’t.” For a moment he didn’t say anything and didn’t move. Then his hands slid back up her body, over her backside, and up her back until they came to clasp of her bra. This time he didn’t ask her again. The bra relaxed around her and instead of taking it off of her like she thought he would he placed a chaste kiss just were her breast was exposed. Chloe released a shaky breath as he slowly lowered her bra and kissed her again. The edge of her bra just rested on her hardened nipples and just as she began to get anxious for his touch he lowered her bra down her arms and took once nipple in his mouth.
Oliver was well aware of her pleasure as she gasped and threaded her fingers through his hair, grasping it lightly. He scrapped his teeth over her nipple as he released it and turned his head to provide the other breast the same attention. He was once again honored with another gasp as her fingers tightened in his hair and pulled his head closer. As much as he was intent on giving her pleasure his own body was beginning to ache for the feel of her. He wrapped one hand around her knee and brought it over his leg. She seemed to get the idea because she brought the other leg over his and straddled his lap.
Because of the new position Oliver was forced to release her breast. At first she was disappointed, but once she felt his body pressed against hers and the pressure begin to build inside of her she ground herself down onto him. The feeling of his bare chest against hers and his body between her legs seemed to put her into a lustful fog. Any logical thoughts had flown from her mind and the only thing she could think of was some way of getting closer to him. His hands were on her hips pulling her against him hard, causing her to ache even more for him.
“I can still stop.” Oliver mumbled against her ear before he took it in his mouth. Even as he was giving her the option to stop he had his hands on her breasts again.
“No.” Chloe whimpered out as he pinched one of her hardened nipples.
“Are you sure?” She pushed down against his hardening penis and released a shaky breath. For some reason he didn’t think she was going to say yes.
“Yes!” Chloe yelled irritably then yanked his head from her neck with her hands and kissed him. If he asked her one more time she was going to scream. She was suddenly tossed to the side and landed on her back. He was above her, nestled between her legs, and looking very, very serious.
“Don’t say I didn’t offer.”
After that he took no more convincing. There was no hesitation when he rid her of her pants. His fingers slid her panties off painfully slow but he never once stopped. Chloe on the other hand struggled with his leather pants. A soft chuckle drew her attention away from the hidden buckle. “What?”
“You growled.” Oliver brushed her hands away and made quick work of his pants. Her hands were on his, pushing his pants down even faster. As he kissed a trail down her neck and over her breasts she was pulling his head back up and wrapping her legs around his waist. “We can go slow Chloe.”
“I don’t want slow.” All she had wanted was him. Foreplay could wait till later. At that moment she needed him inside of her.
Before he could even try to convince her otherwise one of her hands were wrapped around him and pulling him closer. When he touched her wet heat he dropped his head and groaned. “Chloe.”
“Please.” The last thing she wanted was to wait. It seemed that all she had done up to now was wait for him, and she wouldn’t wait any longer.
“Slow later then.” She already had him positioned all it took was a gentle push and he was in. As he sunk himself in deeper she gasped underneath him. The small hand that had encircled him now clung to his back.
Even as he filled her to the brim she tightened her legs around him, drawing him in deeper but he pulled away again making her whimper at not just the loss of him but the movement inside of her. Then just as quickly as he pulled out of her he was in again. Then again and again; but never harder or faster. Obviously he didn’t really understand how much she really needed this. “Oliver…”
His name was a plea on her lips as she arched up into him and threw her head back. Oliver would have preferred to have her for hours, but it was quickly becoming clear to him she would have none of it. He’d been used to making himself wait, never giving in though, she hadn’t. “What do you want?” Before she could even speak he pushed hard and deep into her. She gasped, dropped her arms from his back, and clung to the sheets. As he did it again her body bowed underneath him. “Tell me.”
She would have, if he wasn’t making it impossible to speak.
“I could slow down if you like.”
Now he was teasing her. Not for fun, she had a feeling he wanted her to beg for it. She felt just a little foolish but her fear of him slowing down out weighed everything else. “No. Harder.” Hopefully, that would be the last time she would have to speak. He thrust into her one more time then grabbed her hands from where they clung the sheets of his bed and raised them above her head, holding them there. Just as she was starting to feel foolish, he thrust into her again. Even as she cried out he entered her again, just as hard, not giving her a moment to recover. This time he wasn’t holding back. Each time he let go more and more, moving faster and harder inside of her.
Oliver had lost all ability to speak and think. He dropped his face into the crook of her neck, praying that she would reach her peak soon because he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last. The next time around would be easier, but this it wasn’t.
Finally, when Chloe thought that she could take no more it hit her. She arched her body into him, he entered her again, and she screamed, her back straining and her eyes tightly shut as her orgasm hit her.
Oliver thrust into her only a few more times before he released himself into her with a groan. At first he didn’t move, only used what energy he did have to keep the majority of his weight off of her body. A few thoughts were running through his mind at that moment. Some part of him was relieved that he’d finally gotten what he wanted, ecstatic even. He would have been a liar if he said he never thought about her in the physical sense. Then the inevitable came. All the reasons that he had given her before about staying away were running through his head again.
“You’re not going to take off on me now.” Chloe ran her hands over his back. It was slick with sweat, but she didn’t mind. He raised himself up on his arms and looked down at her. She could see that old doubt back in his eyes. “I know what you’re thinking.”
“I’m trying not to.” It was the truth. His instincts told him this was a bad idea, but he didn’t think he could do the sensible thing anymore, it was too hard. “But even if walking away was the right thing to do I don’t think I could do it anymore.” He brought his hand up and gently brushed away the hair clinging to her face. The bruise there was evident again and he could feel that old anger pulling at him again, but he pushed it away. It would do no good to get angry just then. Oliver pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I should have asked earlier, but how do you feel?”
“My head hurts a little, but besides that I’m fine.” He rolled off of her and she watched as he landed on his side. She turned on her side to face him and waited patiently for some response. By the thoughtful look on his face she knew he was thinking about something. “What is it?”
“I don’t like the idea that you need to be the one to heal Clark.” She opened her mouth to speak but he pressed two of his fingers over her lips. “Wait. I didn’t want this to happen.” Oliver settled his hand on her bare hip. It gave him some comfort to know that he could touch her. “It makes things harder. But I don’t want you to leave, and I know I can’t leave you.”
Chloe brought her hand up to his face and cradled it gently. “I don’t want to leave either.”
“So you’d stay here?” For the time that she was in danger staying with him seemed the most logical situation, but now that Lex was taken care of he wasn’t so sure if she would stay.
“As long as you want me.” His hand traveled over her waist and pulled her closer to him with his arm around her.
“I want you.” He pushed her onto her back and rolled on top of her.
Every nerve on her body was still on edge. When he settled between her legs her body shuddered.
“Over.” Oliver laid a kiss on her neck. “Over.” He pressed a kiss on her chest. “And over again.” This time he flicked his tongue over her nipple and sucked on it.
Chloe gasped and arched up into him. “I think I can accommodate that.”
As much as he wanted to continue he knew what she had been through. So instead of making his way down her body he brought himself back up and kissed her.
When he pulled away she was slightly disappointed.
“As much as I hate to say this, you need to sleep.” He pressed one more kiss to her forehead and rolled off of her.
When he stood up she panicked. “Where are you going?”
“Hey.” He sat back on the bed and pushed her down gently. “To the living room. He brushed her hair out of her face and pulled the blankets over naked body. “I’m going to cancel some appointments for the next couple of days. I want to make sure this thing with Lex is taken care of and make sure your okay. Alright?”
Chloe nodded. She watched him silently as he stood up and pulled some shorts on. As he opened the door to leave she spoke. “You’re not going to leave right? I don’t just mean now.”
He turned around to her and looked at her. Over the past few years he’d grown so attached to her. She had no idea how hard it had been for him to watch her so much but never able to reach out to her. Leaving her was impossible. “Never.”