Fic - Beer Pong and Kisses
Title: Beer Pong and Kisses
Author: moviefreak4634
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Lois/Oliver, mentions Clark/Lois and Clark/Chloe
Summary: Lois and Oliver play beer pong on his birthday, and it leads to a little more. Season 9.
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or its characters.
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“Happy birthday.”
Lois clinked her glass against Oliver’s. A little bit of liquid sloshed out onto her hand, but Lois didn’t care. She was beyond caring.
She had, however, missed this. She’d missed Oliver, and she’d missed the good times. Beer pong on birthdays was a fantastic idea, if she did say so herself.
“This was nice,” she said.
“Yeah,” Oliver replied. “Listen. I’m sorry about earlier. I just-”
Lois cut him off and waved the words away. “It’s fine. We’re good.”
“Well, okay,” Oliver said. He held up the bottle. “Want some more?”
Lois shook her head. She was already well on her way to smashed, but she wasn’t about to let Oliver know that. “I’ll play you for it.”
“Okay, but you’re just going to lose.”
“I don’t think so,” Lois retorted, even if she’d lost a bunch of rounds already. Oliver was good at this game. Damn him. “Bring it on, mister.”
One round and at least seven drinks later, Lois stood at the other end of the table, eyeing the triangle of cups. Usually, she was pretty good at this game too, as long as the cups would stop swaying back and forth.
She missed on her first try and her second, and she was pretty sure she was lucky the third one even hit the table. On the fourth try, however, the ball bounced into a cup.
“Ha!” Lois cried, moving unsteadily toward the cup. “Take that.”
She reached the cup, picked it up, and handed it to Oliver. As he took it from her, his fingers brushed lightly across hers, and she looked at him. She’d been worried about him today, scared even.
Oliver’s eyes met hers, and he held her gaze for a moment before tipping his head back to drain the cup. When he was done, he handed Lois the cup again, this time deliberately grazing her fingers.
“You got me,” he murmured, wrapping his fingers around hers.
Lois wasn’t entirely certain who moved first, but the next thing she knew, she and Oliver were kissing fiercely. After a moment, Oliver’s arms came up to wrap around her, pulling her closer, but Lois let go, pushing him away.
“Oliver,” she said, sighing. “We can’t.”
Oliver nodded. “It’s Clark, isn’t it? Well, I can’t say I didn’t see that one coming, but if you expect me to say I’m happy for you-”
Lois cut him off. “It’s not Clark. Besides, you’ve seen the way he looks at my cousin. If Clark’s going to start anything with anyone, it’ll be her.”
“Not recently.”
“Yeah, well, they’re just fighting.” Lois waved it off, like it didn’t matter in the least to her. “They’ll get over it. They always do.”
Oliver frowned slightly, and Lois wasn’t sure what to make of that. She ignored it, took a breath, and trucked on. “Anyway, it’s not about Clark. It’s us, Ollie. We just can’t. You know that.”
“Why can’t we, Lois? It’s different now. I’ve changed. You’ve changed. We could make it work.”
Lois shook her head. “You know that’s not true.”
Oliver nodded, his jaw tightening. He took the cup back from her, motioning to the door as he did so. “You’d better go.”
“Oliver-”
“I said go!” he practically yelled.
That did it. Lois was pissed. She didn’t care how upset Oliver was. No one got to talk to her like that. She spun on her heel, grabbed her coat, and headed out the door.
When she got downstairs, there was a car in front of the building, and as Lois started to walk past it, the driver called, “Miss Lane!”
Lois turned back around. The driver had gotten out and opened the back door for her.
“Mr. Queen insisted.”
Typical Oliver, mad one minute and infinitely worried the next. Lois almost denied the ride. She was still upset, and a trip down the elevator wasn’t going to change that, but she knew she was a little too buzzed to get herself home right now.
Lois walked over to the car, pausing at the open door to look up toward Oliver’s office.
“I’m sorry, Ollie,” she whispered. Then she climbed in the car. The door slammed shut behind her.
Author: moviefreak4634
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Lois/Oliver, mentions Clark/Lois and Clark/Chloe
Summary: Lois and Oliver play beer pong on his birthday, and it leads to a little more. Season 9.
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or its characters.
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“Happy birthday.”
Lois clinked her glass against Oliver’s. A little bit of liquid sloshed out onto her hand, but Lois didn’t care. She was beyond caring.
She had, however, missed this. She’d missed Oliver, and she’d missed the good times. Beer pong on birthdays was a fantastic idea, if she did say so herself.
“This was nice,” she said.
“Yeah,” Oliver replied. “Listen. I’m sorry about earlier. I just-”
Lois cut him off and waved the words away. “It’s fine. We’re good.”
“Well, okay,” Oliver said. He held up the bottle. “Want some more?”
Lois shook her head. She was already well on her way to smashed, but she wasn’t about to let Oliver know that. “I’ll play you for it.”
“Okay, but you’re just going to lose.”
“I don’t think so,” Lois retorted, even if she’d lost a bunch of rounds already. Oliver was good at this game. Damn him. “Bring it on, mister.”
One round and at least seven drinks later, Lois stood at the other end of the table, eyeing the triangle of cups. Usually, she was pretty good at this game too, as long as the cups would stop swaying back and forth.
She missed on her first try and her second, and she was pretty sure she was lucky the third one even hit the table. On the fourth try, however, the ball bounced into a cup.
“Ha!” Lois cried, moving unsteadily toward the cup. “Take that.”
She reached the cup, picked it up, and handed it to Oliver. As he took it from her, his fingers brushed lightly across hers, and she looked at him. She’d been worried about him today, scared even.
Oliver’s eyes met hers, and he held her gaze for a moment before tipping his head back to drain the cup. When he was done, he handed Lois the cup again, this time deliberately grazing her fingers.
“You got me,” he murmured, wrapping his fingers around hers.
Lois wasn’t entirely certain who moved first, but the next thing she knew, she and Oliver were kissing fiercely. After a moment, Oliver’s arms came up to wrap around her, pulling her closer, but Lois let go, pushing him away.
“Oliver,” she said, sighing. “We can’t.”
Oliver nodded. “It’s Clark, isn’t it? Well, I can’t say I didn’t see that one coming, but if you expect me to say I’m happy for you-”
Lois cut him off. “It’s not Clark. Besides, you’ve seen the way he looks at my cousin. If Clark’s going to start anything with anyone, it’ll be her.”
“Not recently.”
“Yeah, well, they’re just fighting.” Lois waved it off, like it didn’t matter in the least to her. “They’ll get over it. They always do.”
Oliver frowned slightly, and Lois wasn’t sure what to make of that. She ignored it, took a breath, and trucked on. “Anyway, it’s not about Clark. It’s us, Ollie. We just can’t. You know that.”
“Why can’t we, Lois? It’s different now. I’ve changed. You’ve changed. We could make it work.”
Lois shook her head. “You know that’s not true.”
Oliver nodded, his jaw tightening. He took the cup back from her, motioning to the door as he did so. “You’d better go.”
“Oliver-”
“I said go!” he practically yelled.
That did it. Lois was pissed. She didn’t care how upset Oliver was. No one got to talk to her like that. She spun on her heel, grabbed her coat, and headed out the door.
When she got downstairs, there was a car in front of the building, and as Lois started to walk past it, the driver called, “Miss Lane!”
Lois turned back around. The driver had gotten out and opened the back door for her.
“Mr. Queen insisted.”
Typical Oliver, mad one minute and infinitely worried the next. Lois almost denied the ride. She was still upset, and a trip down the elevator wasn’t going to change that, but she knew she was a little too buzzed to get herself home right now.
Lois walked over to the car, pausing at the open door to look up toward Oliver’s office.
“I’m sorry, Ollie,” she whispered. Then she climbed in the car. The door slammed shut behind her.