Chlollie Fanfic: Beauty in the Breakdown VIII, Living Life - Chapter 2
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Title: Beauty in the Breakdown VIII: Living Life
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: NC-17 (this chapter PG-13)
Warnings: A Re-telling of Chlollie post-Warrior
Timeline: Season 9
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: With Oliver by her side, Chloe learns to let go, find peace, and fall in love.
Story Summary: As with everything else in Chloe and Oliver’s relationship, their next step is as unconventional as ever.
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Read Chapter 1 here.
Chapter 2
Chloe hand froze as Oliver uttered those three words. The porridge that had been on its way to her mouth slipped off the spoon and back into the bowl with a soft splat.
“What?” she breathed, her eyes wide in disbelief.
“Let’s get married.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” she whispered.
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“Married?” she echoed. “Today?”
“Well, that’s what an engagement often leads to, so yes,” he smirked. “And we are in Florida. And I don’t have any other plans for the rest of the day…”
She swallowed. “What if I hadn’t come out here?” she asked, her eyes narrowing. “What would you have been doing then?”
“I’d have been heading straight back to you,” he said softly, his brown eyes sincere.
Chloe tilted her head as if she was giving his suggestion some serious consideration. “Well…we are engaged,” she said thoughtfully. “And we love each other…”
“Exactly,” he finished. “So…whaddaya say?”
She frowned and tapped her spoon on the edge of the bowl; not nervously, he noted with relief. But definitely deep in thought.
Which she promptly confirmed. “Well…I need to think about it,” she finally said, and his face fell.
“Why?” he queried, deadpanned. “What’s stopping you?”
“Um…propriety?” she tried, and Oliver snorted.
“Since when was propriety ever a part of our crazy-amazing relationship?” he challenged.
“I, um…” she paused and blinked rapidly. “We…wow. Oliver, you know I love you…but I don’t want us to rush into anything. Shouldn’t we, maybe…talk this through a little bit, or something?”
“What is there to talk about?” he said, spreading his arms wide. “We love each other. We may not have said it out loud before last night, but we’ve been inseparable since the start of our relationship.”
“I agree,” she admitted. “But…I mean, shouldn’t you draw up a pre-nup first, or something?”
“I neither want one, nor need one,” he said confidently. “I know that’s not why you’re with me.”
His words made her eyes well up with emotion. “It means the world to know that you trust me, Ollie,” she said quietly. “I will never give you a reason to doubt it.”
“So it’s settled then?” he said hopefully. “We can get married this afternoon?”
She bit her lower lip, and he let out an exasperated sigh.
“You want us to talk about it?” he asked, his voice rife with resignation. “Okay, let’s talk about it.”
He grabbed his chair and brought it over to her side of the table and set it down facing her, then turned her own chair away from the table so that she was facing him directly. Then he sat down and took her hands in his.
“Right, Quick Q&A,” he began. “Do you want to sleep with anyone else?”
She smiled. “No.”
“Do you want me to sleep with anyone else?”
The smile disappeared. “Hell, no!”
He grinned. “Do we love each other?”
And the smile returned. “Without a doubt.”
“Do we have fun together?”
Her face lit up even brighter. “Like crazy.”
“Can you even imagine having this relationship with someone other than me?”
She shook her head wildly. “Not at all.”
“You say we’re rushing into this, but how long have we actually known each other?”
She pondered. “Quite a while,” she realised. “Almost four years, come to think of it.”
“Have we seen each other at our worst?”
“Oh God, yes.”
“Is there anything we can do to embarrass each other?”
“Not anymore,” she said wryly. “I mean, we’ve heard each other fart and everything.”
He nodded. “True. Plus, I buy your tampons…”
“I massage your chapped feet…”
“I rub your belly when you have cramps…”
“I’ve knotted your ties…”
“Very nicely, I might add, thank you. And we’ve been having sex for months now…six months, correct?”
She nodded dreamily. “Six amazing months…”
“Mmm, amazing sex,” he murmured dreamily as his mind briefly wandered.
“Amazing, kinky sex…”
“Outdoor sex, even,” he further clarified.
“Kinky, amazing, outdoor sex,” she mused. “Wow. We’re a real triple threat.”
“My sentiments exactly,” he confirmed. “So, to sum up, you and I are in love and we have kinky, amazing sex with each other, yes?”
She nodded. “Pretty much.”
“And neither of us wants to have this kinky, amazing sex with anyone else.”
“Never with anyone else,” she said emphatically.
“So then why are you hesitating?” he asked with folded arms, and she scratched her head and frowned.
“I don’t know,” she said in honest realisation. “Good point; why am I hesitating?”
“I’ll tell you why,” he said, and tapped her forehead with a grim look. “You’ve got your thinking cap on again. You think we should wait because it’s the conventionally acceptable thing to do. But you and I…Chloe, we’ve never been conventional, have we? Even before we got together we were never conventional.”
A slow smile lifted her lips. “No. Never.”
“Now do you see why I’m always telling you to stop thinking?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“And do you admit that you’re happier when you take life less seriously?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“And you agree that the success of our relationship is rooted in---”
“Can I ask you a question?” she interrupted. “You’ve been doing all the talking, Ollie, but now I have something I want to ask you.”
He blinked. “Er…sure. Shoot.”
“Thank you. Why the hell are we sitting here talking when we have a wedding to plan?”
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His heart stopped beating for a second as her words sunk in. Then he shot to his feet so fast, his chair falling over backward as he did so.
“We do?” he asked, his face lighting up hopefully.
She grinned. “We do. I’m marrying you, mister. Today.”
“Today?” he echoed.
She shrugged. “It’s as good a day as any,” she said with a confident smile. “And you’re right; there really is no point in waiting. We love each other, and we know what we want. End of story.”
Oliver dropped to his knees in front of her and took her face in his hands.
“Are you sure?” he asked, and searching her eyes for any hesitation. But she simply smiled and uttered one word.
“Absolutely.”
“Yes!” he breathed, heaving a sigh of relief. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her so deeply she could literally feel him pouring his love into the tender embrace.
“I love you, woman,” he whispered against her lips.
“I love you, too,” she replied with a shy smile. “And for the record, you’d have made a damn fine lawyer. You missed your calling, Oliver Queen.”
He grinned. “I know I made a compelling argument, but…what swayed you?” he asked, and she shrugged.
“Everything, really; but the most convicing argument had to be the sex one,” she declared. “If nothing else had convinced me, that one would have!”
Oliver laughed and lifted her into his arms, and carried her back inside. “In that case, I need to make a very important call before you change your mind.” He set her down and picked up the phone.
“Ollie?” she said as he dialled. He lifted his head and raised a brow in silent query.
“I won’t,” she said softly. A slow grin spread across his face as he lifted the handset to his ear.
“Hello? Duty Manager, please…? Hi Mario, this is Oliver Queen. Listen, I’m getting married this afternoon, and I’d like to have a small ceremony…yeah…yeah…Precisely. Absolutely, thank you. See you in an hour.”
“What did he say?” she asked as he put the phone down and rubbed his hands together gleefully.
“He said to leave it with him, and that he’ll make all the arrangements,” he replied, walking over to her and lifting her into his arms. She squealed and clung to him, wrapping her legs firmly his waist.
“We are getting married,” he murmured into her ear, his words sending a pleasurable tingle through her body.
“God, I love it when you say that,” she groaned, looping her arms around his neck and nibbling on his earlobe. Oliver shivered and she nuzzled the sensitive skin on the side of his neck, tracing the shell of his ear with her tongue.
“Bet you want me to say it again, huh?” he chuckled as he nudged her robe off her shoulders.
“You know me well,” she whispered with a grin as she inclined her head towards the bedroom. “And you, er…might want to move us into the next room while you’re at it.”
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Chapter 3…