Cure: Chapter Seven (7/?)
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Summary: Chloe is trying to find a doctor to help her with her meteor infection and a playboy-like Oliver Queen is trying to find a a physician for his Green Arrow wounds. They begin a sexual relationship, which becomes a problem once Ollie's softer side develops.
Chapter Seven
It took him hours, but Oliver was able to draw the Blur’s face. The guy may have been Metropolis’ own hero, but the Green Arrow was the new guy in town, and he was no flake. While the Blur didn’t hear Oliver’s real voice or see his face properly because of the glasses and hood, Oliver saw everything.
The guy probably had a bigger ego than he did, if that was possible. He ran around in his street clothes. And the flannel shirt- Oliver could see the color peeking out from the jacket. He saw his face, and here is was right in front of him.
He scanned it at the workstation he set up in the penthouse, and ran it through databases until he found a name: Clark Kent. His current location was in a Barn at Smallville.
Oliver remembered Chloe mentioning that she didn’t want a hug-it-out session in some old Barn. She knew Clark Kent, and probably knew that he was running around as the Red-Blue Blur.
He didn’t care if she knew what the guy could do or not. They agreed to keep things simple. Complicated would be asking her if she knew him, and it was an unnecessary discussion.
But it didn’t mean that Oliver didn’t want to make sure that he was right. So he ran the name through a database again, and hoped that something came up. When it did, Oliver found article after article from some high school newspaper called the Torch.
Curious, he browsed through one of the articles. Just to find a letter from the editor, who was Chloe Sullivan.
He just shrugged it off, taking pride in the accomplishment of figuring out who the Red-Blue Blur was in a mere couple of hours while the rest of the city was still blind, and went to work, only to argue with the members of his board about a deal that was going on in Japan. Queen Industries was after a big company there, and from the looks of it, he was going to have to fight Luthorcorp in getting them.
The Board was pretty sure that they should maintain a positive business relationship with Luthorcorp so that all of the top dogs would get along. The CFO said that if they tried to pick this battle and lost, stock value would drop. Oliver told him that he would stop trying to win battles with Luthorcorp once Lex and Lionel extended them the courtesy first, and until that day comes, they needed to fight fire with fire.
None of them believed him, putting Oliver in a sour mood as the meeting came to a close. He returned to his office, and continued his work when his cell phone went off.
He let out a sigh, ignoring it. It was probably the CFO, sending him another projection. Goddamn graphs.
The phone vibrated again five minutes later since he hadn’t checked it. Oliver put down his pen. No need to prevent the inevitable. He picked up the phone.
B&B. Twenty minutes.
He perked up, grabbed his keys and coat, and left the office before anyone could stop him.
She was waiting in the same room when he showed up. “You’re late”, she said.
“And you’re already naked”, he said, noticing that she was covered in the sheets but nothing else.
“Well, you were late, but you came around in the nick of time. I almost decided to forget about you and just get myself off instead.”
Hello, erection.
“Oh yeah?” He asked as he loosened his tie before removing it completely. “Glad you changed your mind.”
He took off his shirt and shoes before pulling off his pants and boxers in one go. He landed on the bed and started kissing her.
Luthorcorp was trying to beat him out via the business and Clark Kent was beating him out via the hero department. What was with people from Smallville?
He remembered finding an archive of old Smallville High yearbook photos. Clark Kent may have been wearing flannel the other day, and the Barn was just speculation on Oliver’s part, but the guy was the football quarterback too. What did Oliver do back in prep school? Just bully people around.
He kissed Chloe deeply, trying to forget about the fact that while he was responsible for the death of an innocent kid back then, Clark Kent was finding weird caves and saving Chloe from freezing to death in a pool. But it didn’t seem to be working.
Whatever was going on in his head, this Clark Kent guy was killing his erection. And it looked like Chloe was noticing.
She pulled away. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just a stressful day at work.” He leaned back in, trying to think of anything else but Clark Kent and the Luthor family.
Hot models, arrows, Green Arrow, museum, stupid Blur taking credit for the painting save. Chloe’s breasts at the hospital.
There was a picture in the yearbook archive of Chloe and Clark with the caption: Best Buds. He wondered if they ever slept together.
She pulled back again. “Ollie?”
“I’m sorry”, he said. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.”
She grabbed him and flipped him over on his back, and started kissing down his body. “Let me see what’s troubling you, Mr. Queen.”
He managed to crack a smile to make it seem like he wasn’t freaking out. This had never happened to him before. What the hell was the matter with him? A hot woman was about to go down on him, and he couldn’t feel a single thing.
Oliver supposed that he ought to be thankful that thinking about a guy was killing his erection. But he didn’t like that he was thinking about a guy while trying to have sex with Chloe at all.
What concerned him the most was that she had fit his dick inside of her mouth to help the cause, and was starting to suck on it, but nothing was happening. And he knew that she was against foreplay.
She stopped when she realized that nothing was happening, and rested her head on his chest, staring up at him intently.
“I am so sorry”, he told her. “This has never happened to me before.”
“I can see that”, she said. The two of them were completely silent for a moment before she started laughing hysterically.
“You think this is funny?” He asked
“No”, she breathed. “I’m sorry, I’m just”
“-just what?”
“Just thinking about how tabloids would respond if they realized just how human you really are!”
“Human?” He asked “As opposed to what?”
“Look”, she said, sitting up. “It’s fine. Nothing to be ashamed about.”
“I hate this”, he complained. “I just want to have sex.”
“Well, looks like your body is telling you otherwise. Now, sit up.”
Okay, so since he couldn’t have sex with her, she was probably going to kick him out of the room so she could just get herself off and call it a day.
He sat up, but instead of her getting up and putting her clothes back on, she shifted so that she was right behind him. She put each hand on his shoulders, and started to massage them gently. “Talk to me”, she whispered. “Tell me about your day.”
He closed his eyes. “I don’t want to talk about my day.”
“Well, Ollie, you’ve clearly taken sex off of the table. We’ve got to do something.”
He was quiet for a moment. He couldn’t remember talking about his day with a woman after his parents died. “I’ve never done this before.” He managed, still not sure why she hadn’t left.
“Start at the beginning.” He could feel her breath on his skin. “Start with ‘I woke up’.”
“Are you pulling a late night at work?” He asked her
“No.”
“Do you think the room service is any good here?” He asked
“Maybe later. Go ahead.”
***
“I swear, it really does neutralize the pain!” He told her three hours later.
She started laughing. “I’m sorry, it’s probably the silliest thing you could do! You just peed on yourself!”
“Hey, I was on a deserted island. There weren’t exactly hospitals or people watching me. It was out of necessity!”
She picked up another biscuit and opened a small jam pack. “These things, I swear, you need at least two packets to cover one.”
She took a bite of the biscuit and walked over to the chair. “Hey, where are you going?” He asked
“I’m getting my laptop and I’m googling what you’re really supposed to do if you get stung by a jellyfish.”
“Go ahead”, he said. “It’ll just prove me right.”
She opened the lid, and he could have sworn that he saw the home page for the museum he was at last night before the window flashed and Google popped up.
“Looks like alcohol would have been a better bet.”
“Yeah, well, this wasn’t exactly a Pirates of the Caribbean stranded island. I didn’t have rum lying around.”
She closed the computer and rested it on the nightstand. “Well, you wouldn’t have worked well in that scenario, either. Thankfully, you have a pretty hairless back. You couldn’t have made a raft out of turtle shells.”
“Turtles don’t really hang around near the shallow water.”
“I still say peeing on yourself was silly.”
“Oh yeah?” He asked before tickling her.
She started laughing instantly. “Stop tickling me!” She managed in one breath.
After the initial awkward step in talking about himself, opening up to her seemed almost easy. He didn’t know what it was about her.
She stopped moving for a moment. “Oh, hello”, she said, looking down.
He looked down. He didn’t even feel the erection happen in the first place. Maybe talking to her helped.
“Just keep talking”, he said softly.
“No more talking”, she answered before lining herself up with him as he entered her.
And for the first time for him, sex wasn’t a task. It wasn’t to be done quickly so that he could get the pleasure that he wanted from her and then leave. It wasn’t about control, it was about taking the time to really see someone. To see her.
As he did, he became a mixture of worried and curious. She had scars on her body, maybe even as much as he did, and they didn’t look like ordinary scrapes and grazes. They looked different, dangerous.
He moved in and out of her slowly, afraid that if he pushed her too far, something bad would happen. Even though she liked to make fun of him, she still listened. She didn’t seem skittish for sticking around with him, even though they weren’t having sex.
It was a first for him, and he really not wondering whether or not he was going too far with the personal stories. Some members of the board used to suggest that he see a psychiatrist when he came back from the island. They were afraid that the re-adjustment would be too much for him.
Of course, Oliver ignored them, continued business as usual, and started taking any confusion or aggression out on the bad guys. He always considered being the Green Arrow as his sense of therapy- that going to see some shrink wasn’t going to help him as much as making the world better could.
He was still against therapy, but he liked how she listened to him here. Not because she was getting paid for it, or because she could tell people that Oliver Queen was coming to her office. Chloe wasn’t even listening because she knew that she was going to get an orgasm out of it. In fact, this connection with her was purely emotional and purely selfless.
And he didn’t want that connection to end. He saw the scars on her body, and he was afraid that something was going to happen to her, something that wasn’t going to just heal over.
He stayed awake after she did, and Oliver did something new- he reached out for her, and held her through the night. And even though sometimes in her sleep, it seemed like she wanted to separate from him, he kept a hold on her.
It had been so long since he had cared about someone that he almost forgot what it was called.
He wanted to protect her. Keep her safe. Which is why he was shocked in the morning. Because after they were showered, dressed, and fed, he casually told her that he would call or text her.
They were both almost out the door when she said, “Don’t.”