News to Share. (1/1) (Crossover. Elle/Oliver)
Title: News to Share.
Fandom: Heroes/Smallville Crossover.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Elle Bishop/Oliver Queen.
Rating: PG.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): None.
Author Notes: I think Elle is ooc in this one. Sorry about that. ^.^;;;.
For: galorechallenge: Elle/Oliver - kiss, touch, family. 100_tales: 51. Kisses. [ Table]
News to Share.
She took a deep breath, a hand over her stomach as stood in front of the door. There were a lot of things Elle Bishop wasn't afraid of. She wasn't afraid of the head-cutting psychopath known as Sylar. She hadn't been afraid of the countless experiments she had undergone while in the care of The Company. This however, this she was afraid of and another thing to add to her little list of fears.
Taking another deep breath, the petite blonde plastered a smile on her lips and entered the room Oliver uses as his office. The man sat hunched over, no doubt working on the mountain of paper that also occupied the desk. She cleared her throat, drawing his attention. The blond man glanced up, a smile instantly coming to his lips at the sight of her.
"Elle." The way he said her name as though she were the most important thing in his life. Elle really hoped nothing would ever change that. He had always made her feel safe and secure, even during the times when she had been misguided and foolish.
"You weren't in bed when I woke up." She pouted as continued to saunter forward until she stood beside his desk. Oliver pushed aside some papers to give his darling lightning bug a place to sit. Elle smiled gratefully jumping up and sitting cross-legged in front of him.
He stared at her bare legs appreciatively before they traveled to meet her gaze, a small frown drawing to his lips.
"What's wrong?"
Elle looked down, her bottom lip drawn into her mouth. She hadn't taken into account his gift to immediately know when she had something on her mind. Damn trait. Elle moved her hand to the desk, tracing random patterns on the surface. She could feel Oliver's gaze on her movements, waiting, but she couldn't bring herself to look at him.
"You love me right?" She asked, legs kicking out in front of her.
Oliver's hand came to rest on her knee, his brows knotting together in confusion; "don’t I tell you that everyday Elle?"
"Yeah but," she paused thinking, but what I have to tell you might change that. She sighed.
With his other hand, Oliver gently grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. He gave her a gentle smile and a reassuring squeeze on her knee, "Come on you know you can tell me anything. We've been together for a year. I though we got over this."
She nodded and stated, "You've always wanted a family."
He nodded, "What does that have to do with what you're trying to say?"
Elle pouted, "Men are so dense." Reaching forward she grabbed his hand and moved it to her stomach, "This, this is what I'm trying to tell you."
Her voice was shaky and she looked away as Oliver assessed the situation. His gaze shifted to the hand over the petite woman's stomach and her half-hidden face. The silence was almost too much for Elle to take, preparing to up and leave the room when Oliver finally spoke.
"Really?"
Still refusing to meet his eyes, "Of course, why would I lie?"
Another brief round of silence before Elle found herself being gently pulled forward and wrapped securely in Oliver's strong arms. She buried her head into his shoulder, breathing in his scent, almost in fear that this would be her last chance to be in this position.
"That's wonderful news!" Oliver exclaimed, his hold as tightly as he could make it with out harming the growing babe.
"You're not going to leave me?" She asked, her voice muffled.
Oliver held her up gently to look into her eyes; the clear blue orbs glistening with unshed tears, "Why would you think that?"
"We're not married. This can be bad for you. Queen knocking up some girl no one's ever heard of. It wouldn't be good for you." She took a breath, "besides, everyone always leav..."
Her sentence was cut short as Oliver pressed his lips against hers. The woman melting under the urgency of his kiss. It seemed like forever before he finally pulled back, one of the biggest grins on his lips.
"I would never leave you. Not now. Not ever. You're with me Lightning Bug." Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as Oliver stood up, holding her bridal style, "As for not being married; we can easily fix that."
His lips curled up into a wolfish grin and he reclaimed her lips once more as he carried her to their bedroom. Paperwork and the world long forgotten.
End.
Fandom: Heroes/Smallville Crossover.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Elle Bishop/Oliver Queen.
Rating: PG.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): None.
Author Notes: I think Elle is ooc in this one. Sorry about that. ^.^;;;.
For: galorechallenge: Elle/Oliver - kiss, touch, family. 100_tales: 51. Kisses. [ Table]
News to Share.
She took a deep breath, a hand over her stomach as stood in front of the door. There were a lot of things Elle Bishop wasn't afraid of. She wasn't afraid of the head-cutting psychopath known as Sylar. She hadn't been afraid of the countless experiments she had undergone while in the care of The Company. This however, this she was afraid of and another thing to add to her little list of fears.
Taking another deep breath, the petite blonde plastered a smile on her lips and entered the room Oliver uses as his office. The man sat hunched over, no doubt working on the mountain of paper that also occupied the desk. She cleared her throat, drawing his attention. The blond man glanced up, a smile instantly coming to his lips at the sight of her.
"Elle." The way he said her name as though she were the most important thing in his life. Elle really hoped nothing would ever change that. He had always made her feel safe and secure, even during the times when she had been misguided and foolish.
"You weren't in bed when I woke up." She pouted as continued to saunter forward until she stood beside his desk. Oliver pushed aside some papers to give his darling lightning bug a place to sit. Elle smiled gratefully jumping up and sitting cross-legged in front of him.
He stared at her bare legs appreciatively before they traveled to meet her gaze, a small frown drawing to his lips.
"What's wrong?"
Elle looked down, her bottom lip drawn into her mouth. She hadn't taken into account his gift to immediately know when she had something on her mind. Damn trait. Elle moved her hand to the desk, tracing random patterns on the surface. She could feel Oliver's gaze on her movements, waiting, but she couldn't bring herself to look at him.
"You love me right?" She asked, legs kicking out in front of her.
Oliver's hand came to rest on her knee, his brows knotting together in confusion; "don’t I tell you that everyday Elle?"
"Yeah but," she paused thinking, but what I have to tell you might change that. She sighed.
With his other hand, Oliver gently grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. He gave her a gentle smile and a reassuring squeeze on her knee, "Come on you know you can tell me anything. We've been together for a year. I though we got over this."
She nodded and stated, "You've always wanted a family."
He nodded, "What does that have to do with what you're trying to say?"
Elle pouted, "Men are so dense." Reaching forward she grabbed his hand and moved it to her stomach, "This, this is what I'm trying to tell you."
Her voice was shaky and she looked away as Oliver assessed the situation. His gaze shifted to the hand over the petite woman's stomach and her half-hidden face. The silence was almost too much for Elle to take, preparing to up and leave the room when Oliver finally spoke.
"Really?"
Still refusing to meet his eyes, "Of course, why would I lie?"
Another brief round of silence before Elle found herself being gently pulled forward and wrapped securely in Oliver's strong arms. She buried her head into his shoulder, breathing in his scent, almost in fear that this would be her last chance to be in this position.
"That's wonderful news!" Oliver exclaimed, his hold as tightly as he could make it with out harming the growing babe.
"You're not going to leave me?" She asked, her voice muffled.
Oliver held her up gently to look into her eyes; the clear blue orbs glistening with unshed tears, "Why would you think that?"
"We're not married. This can be bad for you. Queen knocking up some girl no one's ever heard of. It wouldn't be good for you." She took a breath, "besides, everyone always leav..."
Her sentence was cut short as Oliver pressed his lips against hers. The woman melting under the urgency of his kiss. It seemed like forever before he finally pulled back, one of the biggest grins on his lips.
"I would never leave you. Not now. Not ever. You're with me Lightning Bug." Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as Oliver stood up, holding her bridal style, "As for not being married; we can easily fix that."
His lips curled up into a wolfish grin and he reclaimed her lips once more as he carried her to their bedroom. Paperwork and the world long forgotten.
End.