Chlollie Fanfic: Beauty in the Breakdown II - Taking Hold
Chlollie time, Bitches! :-)
Still on Hiatus, but thought I should share the next story in the Beauty in the Breakdown Series.
I’ve tied in some back-story which I think makes Oliver’s offer in Warrior a lot clearer. It also goes some distance in righting that fundamental wrong that the writers chose to ignore: that god-awful Chlollie scene in Requiem that still has a lot of us seething on their behalf.
Yes, I do like my challenges. ;-)
Enjoy! Story is rated NC-17, so no minors, please. Thank you.
Title: Beauty in the Breakdown II - Taking Hold
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: NC-17. Second story in the Series.
Warnings: Graphic Sex
Timeline: Season 9 A re-telling of Chlollie post-Warrior
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Series Summary: With Oliver by her side, Chloe learns to let go, find peace, and fall in love.
Story Summary: Chloe finds unexpected comfort in Oliver’s arms
Feedback: I crave it! J
Written for sxymami0909, based on my favourite song on the Chlollie playlist she sent me. J
Awesome banner (under the cut for non-explicit nudity) by the hugely talented ellashy . Many thanks for letting me use your brilliance, babes!
Read Part I here: Letting Go
Beauty in the Breakdown II
Taking Hold
I want to breathe in a new beginning
With someone who will wrap their arms around what's left of me...
- 'Had Enough', by Lifehouse featuring Daughtry
A kiss.
That was all she had intended, and all she had promised herself; really, it was. But the moment her lips touched his, Chloe knew that there was no way she was going to stop until she’d had her fill of everything Oliver had to offer. She was going all the way with this, no holds barred.
His lips were warm, soft and sure against hers. Strong arms surrounded her and lifted her against him until her toes brushed the floor, literally sweeping her off her feet. Chloe burrowed her hand into the hair at the back of his neck and deepened the kiss, prising his lips apart with hers and sliding her tongue into his warm mouth.
He tasted sinfully sweet, and the length of his entire body pressed against hers felt even more so. Chloe could feel his hands stroking her back, sliding down her hips to grasp her bottom firmly. She shivered, her nipples tingling as a corresponding pleasure pooled deep in her belly. Her own hands moved of their own accord, sliding down his chest and under the hem of his t-shirt.
This is crazy, she thought wildly as her fingers brushed the silken skin covering the firm muscles of his abdomen. This is Oliver. We’re not like that. We never have been.
Which was precisely what she needed, she realised with a start. She’d spent ten whole years loving a man who hadn’t given her a passing thought, who’d walked away from her when she’d needed him the most. She’d finally come to terms with the reality that he’d never be hers, and the emptiness of that loss had threatened to consume her.
But then Oliver had made his offer…and she had accepted. And here they were. And she didn’t have the slightest clue of how to go about this and what to do next.
She stiffened in his arms, feeling a bit like a deer stuck in the headlights. Oliver clearly sensed her hesitation because he lifted his head from hers and held her gaze.
“Stop thinking,” he whispered. “Don’t try to make sense of things just now.”
“I…I don’t know what to do,” she said fearfully.
“Just do whatever you feel, Chloe,” he said. “There’s no form or order to this. Like I said earlier, just take whatever you want.”
She stared up at him, seeing empathy and understanding in his brown eyes. She still wasn’t sure how this was going to solve things at the end of the day, but it was a tempting opportunity she’d never had before and would likely never get again.
“Hey!”
She blinked as Oliver tapped her forehead. “What did I just say?” he said sternly. "Stop thinking."
Chloe swallowed, and decided to heed his advice and stop thinking.
Her hands went around his neck and she pulled his head down and pressed her lips to his, hard.
***
A strange sense of exhilaration enveloped her the moment she threw caution to the winds and gave in to what she was feeling. There was no contemplating, cautious consideration or second-guessing. She became a living Nike ad: Just Do It.
Oliver’s arms tightened around her and she clung to him fiercely, her kisses becoming more demanding and insistent. Heat flared and sizzled between them, almost shocking her with its intensity, but for once in her life she didn’t freeze up or back away; she wanted more. Still kissing him, she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him backward until the backs of his legs hit the couch.
Her scrambling fingers found the edge of his t-shirt and yanked it upward. Quickly Oliver took over, untangling his arms from the confining garment and yanking it over his head. She took the opportunity to slide her panties down and kick them off while he sat on the couch.
Chloe climbed into his lap, straddling him as she claimed his lips yet again. Oliver’s tongue tangled with hers as he stroked his hands up her spread thighs, his fingertips leaving a trail of sparks in their wake. Chloe shuddered and moaned against his mouth, running her hands frantically up and down his back before eventually burrowing them into his hair.
Oliver returned her kisses with equal intensity as he continued to tease her thighs with soft caresses. Chloe frowned, feeling almost…annoyed, as if he were patronising her. She appreciated that he was clearly letting her stay in control, but she wasn’t in the mood for gentle, light touches. She wanted it hard and rough; needed to feel him pounding into her with reckless abandon, caution be damned.
She nibbled her way across his jaw and caught his earlobe between her teeth, scoring her fingers down his chest as she pressed herself up against him. Oliver inhaled sharply and his hands tightened on her thighs, pushing them further apart and hiking the fabric of her skirt up her legs. Much better.
Chloe shifted until Oliver’s solid erection pressed up against her moist heat. She reached down with one hand and managed to get the zipper on his pants unfastened, then reached into his underwear and wrapped her hand around him. Oliver groaned harshly, his breath coming in short gasps as she slid her hand up and down his length with firm strokes.
“Chloe,” he whispered. His hips involuntarily bucked forward at her touch, causing him to brush against her intimately. She kept a firm grip on him and tried to guide him in, but to her intense frustration, she couldn’t get him more than an inch inside her. He was fairly huge, and she either wasn’t quite ready yet, or it had just been that long since she’d had any action; probably a combination of both.
Fortunately Oliver had matters in hand - literally. He reached between them and drew his thumb lightly through her dewy moisture, and then brushed it over her throbbing clit, making her gasp and shudder as a jolt of raw sexual pleasure ran through her. He continued to tease the sensitive nub with his thumb and she moaned as her body responded and thrummed with arousal, getting slicker and wetter at his touch. He slid a finger into her snug warmth and thrust gently back and forth, eliciting a choked sob from Chloe’s throat.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, maintaining the slow thrust of his finger and the gentle caress of his thumb on her clit. “Just relax…”
A second finger joined the first, stretching her gradually. Chloe’s nails dug into his shoulders and another low moan escaped her as stark need gathered in the pit of her aching core and threatened to floor her. She needed him inside her - now.
One hand closed around his shaft and she started to guide him into her, but he resisted. “Not yet,” he whispered raggedly.
Tears of frustration sprang to her eyes. He couldn’t stop again, not now. “Oliver please, I need you…”
“You’ll get me, don’t worry,” he reassured her as he shifted his hips upward and dug into his back pocket. “But I need to be responsible first.” He sat down again, a shiny foil wrapper in his hand.
Protection. Condom.
Chloe took a deep breath and nodded. “Of course.”
“I’ll just put this on.” He tore open the packet and she bit her lip nervously as he smoothed it on. In her frenzied state of arousal she’d forgotten all about protection. Fortunately Oliver hadn’t; though a small, cautious part of her did question why he walked around with condoms in his pocket.
Then she realised she’d started thinking again. And when Oliver’s sheathed hardness prodded her entrance, she promptly decided that thinking was overrated and totally counterproductive at this juncture.
Oliver held her hips and guided her onto him, pressing into her inch by inch. Chloe gasped as he stretched and filled her. It was still a tight fit, but her body was ready this time, so he could slide in without much difficulty. Oliver tilted his hips forward and simultaneously pulled her closer and suddenly he was all the way inside, filling her completely. Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck and took deep breaths, waiting while her body adjusted to his size.
“Are you alright?” he asked quietly, his warm hands stroked her back through the green silk.
She nodded. “I’m fine.”
As soon as she felt more comfortable she shifted experimentally, moving on him with shallow thrusts. Sensation raced along her nerves and she went a bit faster, picking up the pace as the pressure began to build deep within. Oliver matched her thrusts and pumped hard into her, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out on his golden skin.
Chloe hooked her arms around Oliver’s and fucked him hard, riding out all her pent-up emotion with every thrust. He drove into her, making her need spiral higher and higher until she breached the pinnacle. She shuddered and cried out at the onslaught of sensation, clinging to his broad shoulders as her body rippled and spasmed around his hard length.
The intensity faded from her limbs and she collapsed against him, breathing hard. Oliver threaded a hand into her hair and held her to him, stroking her back gently through the silk shirt with his other hand. Chloe wrapped her arms around his waist and closed her eyes, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder as she enjoyed the slow drift back down to earth.
She felt liberated. It was as if she’d been on the edge of what she’d thought was a very steep cliff and finally jumped off, only to land on a safety ledge a few feet below and discover that she hadn’t been too far from the ground, after all.
A contented smile lifted the corners of her mouth as she drifted off to the steady beat of Oliver’s heart against hers. She’d let go. She was free.
***
Oliver couldn’t remember the last time he’d had sex without getting an orgasm out of it - probably because before tonight, it was something he’d never experienced. Ironically, he’d never been more post-coitally satisfied in his life.
He smiled wryly to himself and continued to stroke her back and her hair long after she’d fallen asleep in his arms.
Chloe Sullivan had always been a bit of an enigma to him. In the beginning she’d just been his girlfriend’s cute little cousin with the infectious smile, and beyond that he hadn’t given her much thought. Until she’d showed up in his apartment and revealed that she’d sussed his super-hero alter-ego all by herself. Then she’d single-handedly guided him and the team, including Clark, through a very hairy mission at a moment’s notice, and he realised he was dealing with the most intelligent, knowledgeable woman he’d ever encountered.
But just when he thought he’d figured her out, she’d gotten engaged to Jimmy Olsen, completely altering his perception of her. To say he’d been surprised was an understatement; her allegiance and affection clearly lay with Clark, so much so that she protected a serial killer to keep him safe. Whatever her reasons were for marrying Jimmy remained a mystery, because it clearly hadn’t been out of love for him.
Oliver frowned, deep in thought. So many of her actions and decisions at that time had been marred by the influence of Brainiac, the alien supercomputer that had taken over her - once again, when she’d been helping Clark clean up one of his messes. And it was apparent that after they’d managed to get rid of Brainiac, she’d been left to deal with the fallout of a marriage she’d pretty much been forced into, with the added distraction of a monster who wouldn’t leave her alone. Needless to say, the consequences had been tragic, and the one person who should have stood by her, didn’t.
But Oliver was under no illusions that he himself had been blameless. A catalogue of errors and a botched rescue mission had cost Jimmy Olsen and several others their lives, and he’d walked away from Chloe too; so wrapped up in his own failure that he’d left a vulnerable, grieving woman alone and defenceless.
But she’d surprised him yet again. Not only had she managed to pick up her own life and keep going, she’d also gone to great lengths get the team back together. Finally, she’d orchestrated a virtual slap upside his own head to basically get his leather-clad ass back in hero gear.
He stroked her shimmering hair again, immensely grateful. She didn’t have to do that. She certainly didn’t owe him anything, not after the way he’d used her affection for Clark to blackmail her into keeping his own dark secret, threatening to blame her for the reprehensible actions of the computer that had dictated her actions for months.
It was one of the many reasons he owed her this. A human being could only take so many knocks without cracking, and while Chloe was stronger than most people, even she had her breaking point. He knew how gutted he’d felt when Lois had picked Clark over him, so he could only imagine the intense pain Chloe must have experienced when Clark - after all she’d been through for him - had rejected her completely and gone after her cousin. It was enough to drive a person crazy.
So he’d made his unconventional offer, and she’d surprised him - yet again - by taking him up on it. He wasn’t sure she completely understood his motives; after all, any sane person would immediately think he was nothing but a horny socialite looking for the next notch on his bedpost. But it couldn’t be further from the truth, and he hoped she’d give him the opportunity to explain exactly why he’d offered her full use of his body. Maybe now, he could at least begin to atone for how badly he had wronged her.
So yes, he owed her this and a lot more. Now that she’d gotten all that emotional baggage out of her system, she would no doubt feel confused and full of self-reproach; but he’d be here for her when she woke up. They’d talk then.
He brushed his fingers over her hair one last time, and then wrapped his arms around her and allowed his eyelids to drift shut.
***
The End.
Out Now: Beauty in the Breakdown, Reaching Out
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