Forgiveness 1/?
Title: Forgiveness 1/?
Summary: Two people that have wronged each other and their friends will only find forgiveness with one another.
Notes: I haven't given up on Seeing Her, I just needed to write something else.
Rating: M
Oliver punched the six digit code into Chloe’s security system. It had been his idea. If she was going to use her apartment as Watchtower headquarters it was probably best that both she and the information she had was kept safe.
The door clicked and he pushed it open slowly, ready for any kind of attacker. He’d been calling her for the past three hours. After loading up some encrypted files that he’d snagged she’d promised to call him later that night. The call never came.
Her apartment was shrouded in darkness. The only light came from the crack in her curtains. She could have went to bed he supposed, but it wasn’t like her not to answer her phone.
As he made his way through the darkness his eyes scanned over everything in her apartment, but nothing seemed to be out of place. It wasn’t until he stepped into the hallway that he noticed the light shinning from underneath her office door, the same room that she operated out of.
Once his hand settled on the knob he turned it slowly and pushed the door open. It wasn’t until he noticed Chloe slumped over her desk with her head on her arms that he relaxed. Oliver sighed and reached for the light switch, but stopped halfway. There would be no point in scaring the hell out of her.
Instead he quietly closed the distance between them and stopped at her side. There were four monitors on and running, enough light to illuminate the room. He weighed his options as he stared down at her. She’d been at it all night, he could tell. An empty coffee cup sat at her side, her hair pulled back in a messy pony tail, and already dressed for bed. As many times as Oliver had been to her apartment late at night he couldn’t ever recall seeing her in pajamas. It was a little disconcerting. It made her look smaller, weaker, innocent. Considering the rough situations she’d found herself in lately he hadn’t expected to get that impression.
Oliver reached over and proceeded to turn off all four monitors. Not knowing what it was she was running he decided it would be wise to leave her computers running. The last thing he wanted was to be reamed out by her later for messing with her computers.
Without even letting himself think about what he was doing he wrapped an arm around her back and slid another underneath her knees, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. Her head rolled against him and she moaned softly. Oliver held her close as he slowly made his way out of her office.
“Ollie?”
She never called him that. He looked down to her confused stare. “Who else?” He toed open the door to her room and walked carefully, praying that she didn’t have any clothes strewn on the floor that he would trip over.
“What are you doing here?” She said through a rather embarrassing yawn.
“Checking on you.” He lowered her to the bed and then proceeded to pull the blankets out from underneath her. “You were supposed to call me and when you didn’t answer your phone…” He left the rest hanging, knowing she would be able to fill in the blanks.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t even know I fell asleep. You didn’t have to come all the way over here.” She yawned again and snuggled into her pillow. He pulled the blankets up over her body and she felt sleep starting to take her again.
“Well I never know what kind of trouble you’ll find yourself in.” Who else was going to keep an eye on her? With Clark gone searching for Lois and on his soul searching mission and Jimmy and Davis dead, who else was going to keep an eye on her. After all, when Clark had come to him right after Jimmy’s death, asking Oliver to keep her safe he promised he would.
“Ha, ha.” Chloe said sarcastically and turned on her sighed. “You don’t have to feel obligated to watch over me. Clark told me to stick close to you. Let me guess, he asked you to watch over poor pitiful Chloe who is incapable of making the right decisions and keeping herself out of trouble.”
Oliver sighed and felt his muscles tense. When the blankets lay straitened over her body he placed his hands on either side of her and stared down.
He was waiting for her to say something she knew. All she wanted to do was ignore his hard glare, but his body was invading her personnel space. Eventually she couldn’t take it anymore and rolled back onto her back. “Say it.”
“Say what? That even though Clark and I aren’t on the best of terms he’s right?”
“No.” Chloe pushed herself up onto her arms and looked him squarely in his face. “That no one trusts me. The whole last year of my life has been one bad decision after another and I think everyone is waiting for me to get myself killed.”
“You took the words right out of my mouth.” He bit out angrily and immediately regretted it. It had only been a month since Doomday’s demise and they both and been trying very hard to stay on good terms with one another. He sighed again and took a seat on the side of her bed and leaned forward on his arms. “I was trying to do something nice.”
Chloe sat up, now fully awake, and frowned. “Why when I know what you really think?”
“You’ve made bad decisions.”
“So have you.”
“And sometimes your selfish and let your feelings get in the way.”
“And you’re honoree and think you are always right.”
“You always think that you need to be a martyr.”
“You always want to control everything and will go to any length to do so.”
Oliver ground his teeth together and fought against firing back. They could go all night, voicing each others negative attributes. “I came over here because I was worried and wanted to make sure you were okay. You always call.”
All she wanted was the last word, and she’d gotten it. But for some reason she just felt foolish and pathetic. She wasn’t sure what it was or why he was getting to her. He was invading her personnel space. She felt exposed sitting there before him in her modest pajamas on her bed. The room was to quite and dark for her taste, but she could still somehow make out his features. His face was to close to her and she could smell him. “I’m fine.”
Oliver wasn’t even sure how they’d wound up in there current position. The last place he had expected to be was in her bedroom, sitting on her bed in the darkness and arguing with one another. “Are you?”
She sighed angrily. “What do you want to hear Oliver? I’m safe. You didn’t come over here to hear all the poor pitiful me details of my life did you? Clark wanted you to be big brother, not my shoulder to cry on. Mission accomplished.”
“Chloe stop it.” She opened her mouth to respond but quickly shut it again. He didn’t want to be her punching bag, but who else was available for the job? On top of it he had a feeling he deserved some of it. “You’re still mad at me, I get that. I’m still upset with you too.” She opened her mouth but he cut her off by pressing his finger to her lips. He leaned in closer and held her eyes with his. “But I want to get past that and you should too. Who else do you have right now Chloe?” Someone would have though he struck her by the pained look on her face. The fight seemed to leave her just then and he immediately regretted his harsh words.
She lay back on the bed and rolled onto her side, turning away from him. He was suffocating her. It wasn’t just the nearness of his body to her, it was his words. Her whole life depended on him in some respect. She worked for him, he paid her bills. And now Clark had appointed him to watch over her. It made her feel pathetic, weak.
“Chloe.” He gently rolled her over, fully expecting her to resist at first, but she didn’t even put up a fight. “I’m sorry.” She didn’t say anything, but the look on her face said enough. He’d done enough damage for the night. “I’ll go ahead and leave.” It had meant to be a friendly gesture, another effort to apologize when he leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He pulled back just slightly to look down on her before he stood up. He should have left, not hovered over watching her, studying every inch of her face until his eyes landed on her lips. “Chloe.”
Chloe exhaled shakily and searched his face nervously for some sign that she was wrong, that Oliver Queen wasn’t about to kiss her. There shouldn’t have been anything between them. They’d never had any kind of connection or chemistry. So why was it here and now that Oliver seemed to be moving in on her? His lips brushed against hers and she couldn’t help the content sigh that betrayed her.
She tilted her head up towards him and that was all the motivation he needed to claim her lips as his. Oliver forgot who it was laying underneath him. It didn’t matter everything about her made her off limits. At that moment the only thing he recognized was his need for her.
His tongue slid over her lips and she shuddered, her whole body responding to him. Chloe reached out for him, taking his shirt in her hands and pulling him closer.
It wasn’t until he slid his hand underneath her backside, pulling her closer that he finally realized he’d crossed the line. She whimpered into his mouth, nails digging into his chest. It wasn’t right, it was Chloe Sullivan. He pulled away suddenly, his arms still resting on either side of her, and stared down at her in disbelief. “I’m sorry.” Her chest heaved, breasts pressing against her t-shirt, her nipples pushing against the cotton material making him aware for the first time that she didn’t have a bra on. What the hell was he doing? “Chloe, I-.”
“No, just-.” She couldn’t breathe. How was it possible that she ruined that last strong relationship she had?
“I’ll leave.” He pulled away, not fast enough though to escape what he’d just done.
Summary: Two people that have wronged each other and their friends will only find forgiveness with one another.
Notes: I haven't given up on Seeing Her, I just needed to write something else.
Rating: M
Oliver punched the six digit code into Chloe’s security system. It had been his idea. If she was going to use her apartment as Watchtower headquarters it was probably best that both she and the information she had was kept safe.
The door clicked and he pushed it open slowly, ready for any kind of attacker. He’d been calling her for the past three hours. After loading up some encrypted files that he’d snagged she’d promised to call him later that night. The call never came.
Her apartment was shrouded in darkness. The only light came from the crack in her curtains. She could have went to bed he supposed, but it wasn’t like her not to answer her phone.
As he made his way through the darkness his eyes scanned over everything in her apartment, but nothing seemed to be out of place. It wasn’t until he stepped into the hallway that he noticed the light shinning from underneath her office door, the same room that she operated out of.
Once his hand settled on the knob he turned it slowly and pushed the door open. It wasn’t until he noticed Chloe slumped over her desk with her head on her arms that he relaxed. Oliver sighed and reached for the light switch, but stopped halfway. There would be no point in scaring the hell out of her.
Instead he quietly closed the distance between them and stopped at her side. There were four monitors on and running, enough light to illuminate the room. He weighed his options as he stared down at her. She’d been at it all night, he could tell. An empty coffee cup sat at her side, her hair pulled back in a messy pony tail, and already dressed for bed. As many times as Oliver had been to her apartment late at night he couldn’t ever recall seeing her in pajamas. It was a little disconcerting. It made her look smaller, weaker, innocent. Considering the rough situations she’d found herself in lately he hadn’t expected to get that impression.
Oliver reached over and proceeded to turn off all four monitors. Not knowing what it was she was running he decided it would be wise to leave her computers running. The last thing he wanted was to be reamed out by her later for messing with her computers.
Without even letting himself think about what he was doing he wrapped an arm around her back and slid another underneath her knees, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. Her head rolled against him and she moaned softly. Oliver held her close as he slowly made his way out of her office.
“Ollie?”
She never called him that. He looked down to her confused stare. “Who else?” He toed open the door to her room and walked carefully, praying that she didn’t have any clothes strewn on the floor that he would trip over.
“What are you doing here?” She said through a rather embarrassing yawn.
“Checking on you.” He lowered her to the bed and then proceeded to pull the blankets out from underneath her. “You were supposed to call me and when you didn’t answer your phone…” He left the rest hanging, knowing she would be able to fill in the blanks.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t even know I fell asleep. You didn’t have to come all the way over here.” She yawned again and snuggled into her pillow. He pulled the blankets up over her body and she felt sleep starting to take her again.
“Well I never know what kind of trouble you’ll find yourself in.” Who else was going to keep an eye on her? With Clark gone searching for Lois and on his soul searching mission and Jimmy and Davis dead, who else was going to keep an eye on her. After all, when Clark had come to him right after Jimmy’s death, asking Oliver to keep her safe he promised he would.
“Ha, ha.” Chloe said sarcastically and turned on her sighed. “You don’t have to feel obligated to watch over me. Clark told me to stick close to you. Let me guess, he asked you to watch over poor pitiful Chloe who is incapable of making the right decisions and keeping herself out of trouble.”
Oliver sighed and felt his muscles tense. When the blankets lay straitened over her body he placed his hands on either side of her and stared down.
He was waiting for her to say something she knew. All she wanted to do was ignore his hard glare, but his body was invading her personnel space. Eventually she couldn’t take it anymore and rolled back onto her back. “Say it.”
“Say what? That even though Clark and I aren’t on the best of terms he’s right?”
“No.” Chloe pushed herself up onto her arms and looked him squarely in his face. “That no one trusts me. The whole last year of my life has been one bad decision after another and I think everyone is waiting for me to get myself killed.”
“You took the words right out of my mouth.” He bit out angrily and immediately regretted it. It had only been a month since Doomday’s demise and they both and been trying very hard to stay on good terms with one another. He sighed again and took a seat on the side of her bed and leaned forward on his arms. “I was trying to do something nice.”
Chloe sat up, now fully awake, and frowned. “Why when I know what you really think?”
“You’ve made bad decisions.”
“So have you.”
“And sometimes your selfish and let your feelings get in the way.”
“And you’re honoree and think you are always right.”
“You always think that you need to be a martyr.”
“You always want to control everything and will go to any length to do so.”
Oliver ground his teeth together and fought against firing back. They could go all night, voicing each others negative attributes. “I came over here because I was worried and wanted to make sure you were okay. You always call.”
All she wanted was the last word, and she’d gotten it. But for some reason she just felt foolish and pathetic. She wasn’t sure what it was or why he was getting to her. He was invading her personnel space. She felt exposed sitting there before him in her modest pajamas on her bed. The room was to quite and dark for her taste, but she could still somehow make out his features. His face was to close to her and she could smell him. “I’m fine.”
Oliver wasn’t even sure how they’d wound up in there current position. The last place he had expected to be was in her bedroom, sitting on her bed in the darkness and arguing with one another. “Are you?”
She sighed angrily. “What do you want to hear Oliver? I’m safe. You didn’t come over here to hear all the poor pitiful me details of my life did you? Clark wanted you to be big brother, not my shoulder to cry on. Mission accomplished.”
“Chloe stop it.” She opened her mouth to respond but quickly shut it again. He didn’t want to be her punching bag, but who else was available for the job? On top of it he had a feeling he deserved some of it. “You’re still mad at me, I get that. I’m still upset with you too.” She opened her mouth but he cut her off by pressing his finger to her lips. He leaned in closer and held her eyes with his. “But I want to get past that and you should too. Who else do you have right now Chloe?” Someone would have though he struck her by the pained look on her face. The fight seemed to leave her just then and he immediately regretted his harsh words.
She lay back on the bed and rolled onto her side, turning away from him. He was suffocating her. It wasn’t just the nearness of his body to her, it was his words. Her whole life depended on him in some respect. She worked for him, he paid her bills. And now Clark had appointed him to watch over her. It made her feel pathetic, weak.
“Chloe.” He gently rolled her over, fully expecting her to resist at first, but she didn’t even put up a fight. “I’m sorry.” She didn’t say anything, but the look on her face said enough. He’d done enough damage for the night. “I’ll go ahead and leave.” It had meant to be a friendly gesture, another effort to apologize when he leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He pulled back just slightly to look down on her before he stood up. He should have left, not hovered over watching her, studying every inch of her face until his eyes landed on her lips. “Chloe.”
Chloe exhaled shakily and searched his face nervously for some sign that she was wrong, that Oliver Queen wasn’t about to kiss her. There shouldn’t have been anything between them. They’d never had any kind of connection or chemistry. So why was it here and now that Oliver seemed to be moving in on her? His lips brushed against hers and she couldn’t help the content sigh that betrayed her.
She tilted her head up towards him and that was all the motivation he needed to claim her lips as his. Oliver forgot who it was laying underneath him. It didn’t matter everything about her made her off limits. At that moment the only thing he recognized was his need for her.
His tongue slid over her lips and she shuddered, her whole body responding to him. Chloe reached out for him, taking his shirt in her hands and pulling him closer.
It wasn’t until he slid his hand underneath her backside, pulling her closer that he finally realized he’d crossed the line. She whimpered into his mouth, nails digging into his chest. It wasn’t right, it was Chloe Sullivan. He pulled away suddenly, his arms still resting on either side of her, and stared down at her in disbelief. “I’m sorry.” Her chest heaved, breasts pressing against her t-shirt, her nipples pushing against the cotton material making him aware for the first time that she didn’t have a bra on. What the hell was he doing? “Chloe, I-.”
“No, just-.” She couldn’t breathe. How was it possible that she ruined that last strong relationship she had?
“I’ll leave.” He pulled away, not fast enough though to escape what he’d just done.