Aftermath. With chloeas.

[dl_greenarrow]

Oliver hadn't slept. Despite the fact he hadn't been sleeping well the last few weeks, he usually got at least a couple hours of rest every night. But not that night. That night he was wide awake, afraid that if he fell asleep, Chloe would never wake up. It haunted him at night

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[dl_greenarrow]

"No, I hired you to guide missions and help the others. This job isn't about me, Chloe. It never has been." He stared at her intently.

[chloeas]

Chloe stared at him for a long moment then sighed deeply, rubbing her hands and taking a second to compose herself. When it didn't work, she gave up, dropped her hands to her sides and looked him dead in the eye.

"You know what, Oliver? Fuck you. Fuck you and your goddamn hero complex. I'm not going to apologize for healing you and I would do it again. And I will do it again. You think it's okay for you to bend over backwards and help everyone and you think it's okay for you to help people out there every night and risk your life for everyone else, but the second someone tries to reach out and help you you pull away. Because you don't think you are worth it

[dl_greenarrow]

His chest tightened with every word she spoke, and when she moved closer, he felt the breath catch in his throat. His gaze shifted from her eyes to her mouth and back again.

[chloeas]

She didn't move, noticing when his gaze shifted to her mouth, her heart beating even faster at that, their faces were so close and she should continue to make her point, but she didn't know if she could, her brain suddenly fuzzy as she stepped even closer, their noses nearly touching as she wrapper her fingers around the front of his shirt and held his gaze.

"Do you understand?" She asked, her voice much lower this time.

[dl_greenarrow]

Unable to stop himself, he shifted closer, pulling her to him with one arm and lifting his other hand to her face. And then his lips were brushing over hers, lightly, but with a hint of desperation beneath the softness. Seeking, but not demanding.

[chloeas]

Chloe's grip on his shirt tightened and she kissed him back, she had no idea if he had listened to her words, but her body didn't seem to care anymore, it was completely ignoring her brain and all the warnings it was trying to send as she wrapped her free hand around his back and stepped as close as she could, keeping the kiss soft, but with a little more desperation than his.

[dl_greenarrow]

Oliver groaned softly against her mouth as her free hand moved to his back, her body pressed against his. His hand slid up and into her hair, his fingers threading through it gently, tilting her head back enough that he could deepen the kiss.

[chloeas]

Her lips parted under his and she slowly let go of his shirt, wrapping her other arm around him too, making a quiet noise in the back of her throat. She missed kissing him, she really missed having his arms around her like that and having him so close.

[dl_greenarrow]

Everything about the moment felt right and familiar in ways that he'd been trying to do his best to forget since they'd agreed to be just friends. Even though his chest was painfully tight with words he couldn't say because he knew she didn't want to hear them, he couldn't stop himself from continuing to kiss her, his other hand slowly moving to rest at the small of her back, his fingers stroking her spine lightly through her shirt.

[chloeas]

Chloe wasn't thinking about anything, if she started to think, she would have to force herself to pull away, and she didn't want to. Instead, she moved a hand down his back and inside his shirt, her fingers brushing against his skin.

[dl_greenarrow]

He inhaled sharply at the light touch, sliding his hand beneath her shirt, as well, his hand moving to caress the skin of her right shoulder blade.

[chloeas]

She shivered in response, glad he hadn't pulled away from her touch, she slid her hand up, pressing her palm against his spine and pressing her body even closer to his.

[dl_greenarrow]

He broke the kiss, lowering his mouth to press a kiss against her jaw, then her throat, his hands moving to rest against her hips as he kissed her mouth again, more urgently this time.

[chloeas]

Chloe barely had time to breath before he was kissing her again, not that she minded, her head was spinning with him being so close to her, she had been half expecting him to kick her out and tell her he didn't want to talk to her again, this was definitely a much better alternative.

Both her hands were under his shirt now and she pulled it up slightly for better access to his skin but didn't try to pull it off of him just yet.

[dl_greenarrow]

Kicking her out was the last thing on his mind. He was too busy re-familiarizing himself with kissing her to think about anything else. He shifted closer to her, pressing closer against her, the backs of her knees bumping against the side of the bed.

[chloeas]

She held her breath for a second and kissed him harder, pulling one of her hands from under his shirt and around the back of his neck, slowly moving to sit down on the bed and pulling him with her as she did.