Pillow Talk of the Queen-Sullivan Wedding
“I figured it out!”
Chloe and Oliver had be planning their wedding for months. With Oliver’s name and day job, the wedding had to be some sort of event. But with their other jobs, planning ahead was almost always difficult. It took them nearly a week of careful cajoling (Chloe) and bribing (Oliver) to finally settle on a date. To be fair, the suicide squad were supposed to be dead anyways. It‘s not like they could shoe up at a high society wedding. Now all that was left were the little details. The things that would make the wedding Oliver and Chloe not just any other wedding.
“Wha?” Oliver said slightly stirring form sleep. He had went to bed about an hours ago. Content with her at his side even if it meant that sometimes she would huff and puff about the wedding.
“I got an idea for the giveaways.” she said in a singsong voice.
“oh. Ok night.” he said opening one eye to peer at her.
“No Oliver, wake up.” She said nudging him in the shoulder with her elbow.
“Want sleep.” He said burying his head deeper into his pillow.
“As your fiancée, I’m making you wake up to hear my brilliance which in turn reflects your brilliance in choosing me.”
“Well with an ego boost like that.” he said shuffling onto his side to face Chloe. “Alright hit me with it.”
“Spoons!” she exclaimed. She startled him waking him up even more
“You had way too much coffee last night. I told you not to have that last one.” he said reaching out to cup her cheek. He looked into her eyes as to determine how much caffeine she had.
“But Bart brought it all the way from France. It just had to be done.”
Oliver pulled her form her sitting position against the headboard. He grumbled something about “stupid speedster who interrupted his sleep.”
She went along willingly, dropping her papers onto the night stand. When they were in a comfortable position, she continued. “As I was saying, we can give spoons away from the McDougal Inn.”
“That’s actually surprisingly cute.”
“Thank you. It is also fancy and memorable.” she said so pleased with her choice.
“Which is exactly why the press will eat up. I gotcha.” he said acknowledging her brilliance.
“And hopefully they will be so busy taking notes about the flowers that they don’t realize that the best man is gone in one second and comes back in five with charcoal on his face.”
He brushed past that topic. They both knew there was not way that Clark would make it through the ceremony without trying to save the world. “You make a valid point. Alright spoons it is.” she nodded. He leaned in for a kiss. “So now that we are awake…”
“I thought you wanted to sleep.” she said her eyebrow already cocked.
“I found something better to do with my time.”
She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Really? What would you suggest?”
He rolled and hovered over her body. They aligned naturally. Legs intertwined. Breaths mingled. It was the most beautiful routine Oliver had ever had. “I would much rather show you.”
Too soon they needed to break for air, Chloe said “You are really handsy you know that? When did you take off my shirt?”
“I’m an archer. It’s implied.” He paused to smirk down at her “I didn’t hear you complaining.”
“If I ever do, take that as a sign that aliens have invaded again and one of them has taken over my body again.” she quipped playfully.
He smiled down at her lovingly. “Only you get yourself into these things.”
“Well when an alien is your best friend… these things happen.” She looked up at him. “Are you sure you want this for the rest of your life?”
“A life time of weird is worth it for any amount of time with you.”
“Well now I have to rip your clothes off. That was pretty much the best answer ever.”
“Is that right? Well it just so happens that that’s exactly what I was going for. ”
When asked at the wedding on their choice of giveaways, the blushing bride explained that her guest received sporks while Oliver’s got spoons. And the justice league, well they got knives. Who says you can’t be practical and sentimental?
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A/N: Whew. This one stumped me for a while. It was originally going to be part of the countdown. But this works too. I’m thinking about making this an ongoing series. It would depend on what happens on the show but this could be something.
That last line of dialogue was heavily inspired by Private Practice. No copying meant. I just kinda went off what I remembered so hopefully it wasn’t too close. Either way, credit to Private Practice.
Read and review!
Chloe and Oliver had be planning their wedding for months. With Oliver’s name and day job, the wedding had to be some sort of event. But with their other jobs, planning ahead was almost always difficult. It took them nearly a week of careful cajoling (Chloe) and bribing (Oliver) to finally settle on a date. To be fair, the suicide squad were supposed to be dead anyways. It‘s not like they could shoe up at a high society wedding. Now all that was left were the little details. The things that would make the wedding Oliver and Chloe not just any other wedding.
“Wha?” Oliver said slightly stirring form sleep. He had went to bed about an hours ago. Content with her at his side even if it meant that sometimes she would huff and puff about the wedding.
“I got an idea for the giveaways.” she said in a singsong voice.
“oh. Ok night.” he said opening one eye to peer at her.
“No Oliver, wake up.” She said nudging him in the shoulder with her elbow.
“Want sleep.” He said burying his head deeper into his pillow.
“As your fiancée, I’m making you wake up to hear my brilliance which in turn reflects your brilliance in choosing me.”
“Well with an ego boost like that.” he said shuffling onto his side to face Chloe. “Alright hit me with it.”
“Spoons!” she exclaimed. She startled him waking him up even more
“You had way too much coffee last night. I told you not to have that last one.” he said reaching out to cup her cheek. He looked into her eyes as to determine how much caffeine she had.
“But Bart brought it all the way from France. It just had to be done.”
Oliver pulled her form her sitting position against the headboard. He grumbled something about “stupid speedster who interrupted his sleep.”
She went along willingly, dropping her papers onto the night stand. When they were in a comfortable position, she continued. “As I was saying, we can give spoons away from the McDougal Inn.”
“That’s actually surprisingly cute.”
“Thank you. It is also fancy and memorable.” she said so pleased with her choice.
“Which is exactly why the press will eat up. I gotcha.” he said acknowledging her brilliance.
“And hopefully they will be so busy taking notes about the flowers that they don’t realize that the best man is gone in one second and comes back in five with charcoal on his face.”
He brushed past that topic. They both knew there was not way that Clark would make it through the ceremony without trying to save the world. “You make a valid point. Alright spoons it is.” she nodded. He leaned in for a kiss. “So now that we are awake…”
“I thought you wanted to sleep.” she said her eyebrow already cocked.
“I found something better to do with my time.”
She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Really? What would you suggest?”
He rolled and hovered over her body. They aligned naturally. Legs intertwined. Breaths mingled. It was the most beautiful routine Oliver had ever had. “I would much rather show you.”
Too soon they needed to break for air, Chloe said “You are really handsy you know that? When did you take off my shirt?”
“I’m an archer. It’s implied.” He paused to smirk down at her “I didn’t hear you complaining.”
“If I ever do, take that as a sign that aliens have invaded again and one of them has taken over my body again.” she quipped playfully.
He smiled down at her lovingly. “Only you get yourself into these things.”
“Well when an alien is your best friend… these things happen.” She looked up at him. “Are you sure you want this for the rest of your life?”
“A life time of weird is worth it for any amount of time with you.”
“Well now I have to rip your clothes off. That was pretty much the best answer ever.”
“Is that right? Well it just so happens that that’s exactly what I was going for. ”
When asked at the wedding on their choice of giveaways, the blushing bride explained that her guest received sporks while Oliver’s got spoons. And the justice league, well they got knives. Who says you can’t be practical and sentimental?
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A/N: Whew. This one stumped me for a while. It was originally going to be part of the countdown. But this works too. I’m thinking about making this an ongoing series. It would depend on what happens on the show but this could be something.
That last line of dialogue was heavily inspired by Private Practice. No copying meant. I just kinda went off what I remembered so hopefully it wasn’t too close. Either way, credit to Private Practice.
Read and review!