Getting There (1/1)
Author: serafina19
Title: Getting There
Summary: Oliver’s mind wanders as he drives to the McDougal Inn. Escape drabble.
Rating: PG
Thanks to: escapist90 and soapfan101 for the indirect inspiration through this manip/gif (respectively).
Getting There
Keep your eyes on the road. Slow down.
We left behind your ghosts in their home towns.
He watched her get in the car, smile at him as she closed her door and did up her seat belt. The initial conversation as he drove the first few blocks was casual, comfortable, but there was a voice in his head that wouldn’t quiet down. For them, this was technically different, a night outside of Watchtower or the clocktower, a night outside of Metropolis.
They were leaving their baggage behind to go to a place where his and her names were unknown, where they were just two people. This was also her idea, so what did that mean?
Everything okay?
The two words were all she spoke, and his wordless reply probably didn’t convince her, but she didn’t push the point. However, as the silence crept up, he turned on the radio, settling on a calm song to fill the air as he kept his eyes on the road.
I wanted to blame you
But I’m learning to take responsibility
Shaking the dust off of the love I’ve yet to use
And letting it breathe
The miles kept adding, and although this was the first time he had ever been on a road trip with her like this, it became natural after awhile. It felt natural to have her next to him, sharing ideas on how to further clean up the streets, or giving instructions to Clark on patrol. Sure, they had their recent share of bumps and bruises, but that was typical with what they did.
The last one felt like the worst of betrayals, something Oliver acknowledged that he took too far. Calling her a booty call… not his proudest moment. But the other night, they had sat down and talked about it. It wasn’t pretty, not by a long shot, but after enough figurative bullets were fired, they found a place where they felt okay.
Thank you for the not-so-subtle contribution to the Chloe Sullivan charity case but Lois already made a kind donation in your name. I’m hanging up now.
He was tempted to ask her why she said that, because even if they were just casual, simple, that didn’t make him a contribution and it definitely didn’t make her a charity case. True, times had been tough, but spending time with him was just a way to prep her for the real world again. For even if the Chloe they remembered before Doomsday was gone, that didn’t mean the person sitting next to him now didn’t have some of her best qualities.
Feeling her gaze on him, Oliver took his eyes off the road, recognizing the many emotions behind her stare, the intensity behind her eyes. Even though their eyes met for a second tops, it was enough to quiet the voice in Oliver’s mind, remind him why they were getting away from Metropolis.
Slow down. Slow down.
We’ll get there when its time, there’s beauty left to find.
Once the door to their room closed, bags were dropped, clothes were clutched and then released to the floor, feeling that sense of need move through their skin. Few words were exchanged, few words were needed. Deep down, he knew that with Chloe, silence spoke louder than words. He took cues from her body language, in what she didn’t say.
That philosophy applied to more places than just the bedroom. These days, when it came to Chloe Sullivan, a physical relationship was needed, as she hid her real feelings behind visual cues. Their relationship took that phrase more literally, but Oliver didn’t ignore the figurative sense either. It was probably the reason that this worked, although the sex did have its perks. It allowed them both to escape, to forget their unfortunate past year, to find some strange sense of peace in the most primal of human activities.
If nothing else, it allowed them to feel more alive, to feel even a sense of normal in their crazy lives.
But for him, it was more than that. He had grown to crave the looks she gave him when no one was looking, the way her eyes would instinctively darken before their lips first collided, the warmth of her skin on his.
The smiles that she let him see, even for just a second or two. The fact that she knew his demons and pulled him from the gutter instead of walking away. The fact that Chloe was slowly embracing life outside of Watchtower, that she was letting him help her, even if it was unconscious.
Unfortunately, tonight wouldn't be as different as they had hoped, a scream breaking the moment and their curiosity kicking into gear. But it was probably for the best anyway. As Chloe tossed him a robe to put on, Oliver couldn't help but shake his head, knowing that nothing good would come from continuing along that thought path.
~End~
Sera’s Scribbles: Italics are lyrics from Liam Faucher’s “Damaged Hearts.” I probably rushed the ending, but I had fought with it for too long. That, and I really wanted to post something tonight.
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Title: Getting There
Summary: Oliver’s mind wanders as he drives to the McDougal Inn. Escape drabble.
Rating: PG
Thanks to: escapist90 and soapfan101 for the indirect inspiration through this manip/gif (respectively).
Getting There
Keep your eyes on the road. Slow down.
We left behind your ghosts in their home towns.
He watched her get in the car, smile at him as she closed her door and did up her seat belt. The initial conversation as he drove the first few blocks was casual, comfortable, but there was a voice in his head that wouldn’t quiet down. For them, this was technically different, a night outside of Watchtower or the clocktower, a night outside of Metropolis.
They were leaving their baggage behind to go to a place where his and her names were unknown, where they were just two people. This was also her idea, so what did that mean?
Everything okay?
The two words were all she spoke, and his wordless reply probably didn’t convince her, but she didn’t push the point. However, as the silence crept up, he turned on the radio, settling on a calm song to fill the air as he kept his eyes on the road.
I wanted to blame you
But I’m learning to take responsibility
Shaking the dust off of the love I’ve yet to use
And letting it breathe
The miles kept adding, and although this was the first time he had ever been on a road trip with her like this, it became natural after awhile. It felt natural to have her next to him, sharing ideas on how to further clean up the streets, or giving instructions to Clark on patrol. Sure, they had their recent share of bumps and bruises, but that was typical with what they did.
The last one felt like the worst of betrayals, something Oliver acknowledged that he took too far. Calling her a booty call… not his proudest moment. But the other night, they had sat down and talked about it. It wasn’t pretty, not by a long shot, but after enough figurative bullets were fired, they found a place where they felt okay.
Thank you for the not-so-subtle contribution to the Chloe Sullivan charity case but Lois already made a kind donation in your name. I’m hanging up now.
He was tempted to ask her why she said that, because even if they were just casual, simple, that didn’t make him a contribution and it definitely didn’t make her a charity case. True, times had been tough, but spending time with him was just a way to prep her for the real world again. For even if the Chloe they remembered before Doomsday was gone, that didn’t mean the person sitting next to him now didn’t have some of her best qualities.
Feeling her gaze on him, Oliver took his eyes off the road, recognizing the many emotions behind her stare, the intensity behind her eyes. Even though their eyes met for a second tops, it was enough to quiet the voice in Oliver’s mind, remind him why they were getting away from Metropolis.
Slow down. Slow down.
We’ll get there when its time, there’s beauty left to find.
Once the door to their room closed, bags were dropped, clothes were clutched and then released to the floor, feeling that sense of need move through their skin. Few words were exchanged, few words were needed. Deep down, he knew that with Chloe, silence spoke louder than words. He took cues from her body language, in what she didn’t say.
That philosophy applied to more places than just the bedroom. These days, when it came to Chloe Sullivan, a physical relationship was needed, as she hid her real feelings behind visual cues. Their relationship took that phrase more literally, but Oliver didn’t ignore the figurative sense either. It was probably the reason that this worked, although the sex did have its perks. It allowed them both to escape, to forget their unfortunate past year, to find some strange sense of peace in the most primal of human activities.
If nothing else, it allowed them to feel more alive, to feel even a sense of normal in their crazy lives.
But for him, it was more than that. He had grown to crave the looks she gave him when no one was looking, the way her eyes would instinctively darken before their lips first collided, the warmth of her skin on his.
The smiles that she let him see, even for just a second or two. The fact that she knew his demons and pulled him from the gutter instead of walking away. The fact that Chloe was slowly embracing life outside of Watchtower, that she was letting him help her, even if it was unconscious.
Unfortunately, tonight wouldn't be as different as they had hoped, a scream breaking the moment and their curiosity kicking into gear. But it was probably for the best anyway. As Chloe tossed him a robe to put on, Oliver couldn't help but shake his head, knowing that nothing good would come from continuing along that thought path.
~End~
Sera’s Scribbles: Italics are lyrics from Liam Faucher’s “Damaged Hearts.” I probably rushed the ending, but I had fought with it for too long. That, and I really wanted to post something tonight.
.