Getting Her Out of Her Underwear
Prompt/Summary: Missing Underwear (Drabble written for the Chlollie Community)
Pairing: Chloe Sullivan/Oliver Queen
Category: Humor/Fluff
Disclaimer: I own nothing - except the mistakes.
Sitting in Oliver's sports car, Chloe wasn't sure what to say to the billionaire. She couldn't decide if she should be pissed that he stole her underwear or happy that he stole her underwear, and just when she thought she had made her mind up, she would change it again.
"Chloe," Oliver started in a lame attempt to break the suffocating silence.
"It's best if you don't speak." She shot a glare his way, "...until I figure out how I feel about you stealing my underwear. I mean, why would you steal my underwear?" He started to answer but she shushed him. "How did you even manage to steal my underwear? And, why do you carry them around with you, you perv?" She smacked him a few times on the arm for good measure.
Dodging her hits, he replied. "I have no good explanation."
"You bet your ass you have no ..."
"Except," he stopped her in mid-sentence, "I like you and not in that 'I just want to have sex with you' way, either."
"Newsflash, Klepto-boy, stealing a girl's underwear conveys that type of message!"
He winced as he pulled into a parking space. "Yeah - maybe not my best move."
She paused in opening her door, and stared at him incredulously. "I have no words."
Inside the mall...
They made their way through the doors, and while they were a little wet, it was nothing compared to how they could have looked if they were a minute or two later.
"Whew." Chloe breathed a sigh of relief, slipping out of Oliver's jacket. "Here you go, Klepto." She handed him the jacket, underwear still tucked securely in the pocket. "See, I don't keep things that don't belong to me."
He stood rooted to his spot as she walked away.
It was then that he noticed it. No, it can't be. Surely, he was mistaken. There was absolutely no way Chloe would.... Nah, it was just an illusion created by the lighting and the whiteness of her skirt...right?
"Chloe, wait up!" He called chasing after her. "How about I buy you a coffee? I know you can't turn down espresso."
She stopped so abruptly he almost crashed into her. "Be aware, hero, this in no way makes up for you stealing my underwear." She watched as he nodded. "Good. There's a coffee kiosk to the left." She called already headed that direction.
By the time he caught up with her, she was ordering her beverage of choice. He ordered his own, paid the barista, and was turning around to find her when he bumped into her spilling coffee down her cardigan and skirt.
"Chloe," he started slowly, "I am so sorry." Setting his coffee down, he rushed to grab a towel from the barista. "Here," he replied turning to her, "let's get this cleaned up."
She let him swipe at the front of her shirt, but started backing away when he got to her skirt. "No," she croaked, "it's okay. It's fine. I'll just go in the bathroom and clean up."
"Sidekick, that's silly. I've got a towel right here, and the bathrooms are at the other end of the mall." He began dabbing at her skirt. "We'll get you cleaned up, get your clothes - including a new skirt and shirt and get out of here." He kept dabbing not paying any attention to her. "Chloe, stop moving around! Just stand still..."
"Ollie!"
Oh my god, she's not wearing any underwear. He gulped, his eyes coming to rest on the white skirt in front of him. "Um, Sidekick, how about we get out of here?"
She nodded furiously. "Yes."
He tossed the towel back at the barista and wrapped his arm around her trying to calm her. "You know, I have a top-of-the-line espresso maker at the penthouse."
"...that you never use." She vollyed back.
"That's what I have you for."
"One condition..." she paused mid-stride looking up at him in all seriousness, "I want my underwear back. They're the only pair that match this outfit."
"I'll give you your underwear back," this time he paused smirking at her, "as long as you promise to let me see you in them whenever I want."
"You get one date," it was her turn to smirk, "and if it goes well...maybe another. And to think, you had to resort to stealing a girl's underwear." She rolled her eyes.
"Well, it worked, didn't it?" He kissed her lips and smacked her butt, "how else was I going to get you out of them?"