Chlollie Fanfic: Pillow Talksies, Chapter 2
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Title: Pillow Talksies
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None, really. Just a wee bit o’ sexy talk.
Timeline: Post Season 9 FutureFic - sequel to Love for Realsies
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Oliver and Chloe have a very intimate discussion during his 72-hour house arrest.
Feedback: …is a terrible thing to keep to yourself. :)
Read Chapter 1 here.
Chapter 2
Chloe gasped. “Onyx?” she exclaimed I shock. “You made the dog a part of all this?”
He nodded. “Yep.”
“But you told me he was a stray!”
He flashed her an embarrassed smile. “I lied.”
She folded her arms and gave him a narrow-eyed stare. “Start talking.”
He took a deep breath. “I didn’t nearly run him over like I said. I actually went looking for a puppy for you,” he said quietly. “Chloe, you had all this love in you and you were terrified of giving it to me…I thought the little furball would be a healthy outlet.”
Chloe huffed and got out of bed, yanking the sheet out from under him. He sat up and quietly watched her while she wrapped it around herself and paced from one end of the room to the other.
“You deceived me,” she accused, scowling at him.
His jaw dropped. “You love that dog!”
“It doesn’t absolve you of guilt for tricking me!”
“I just wanted to help you love again, is that such a bad thing?” he argued.
“Did you have to resort to trickery and deceit to get the job done?”
“What else could I do? You were dead-set against falling for me from the start!” he almost shouted, his eyes tinged with sadness. “Even now that I know how much you feel for me, you still can’t say those words. Why? What exactly is holding you back, Chloe?”
Chloe sighed and lowered her gaze, and his shoulders slumped in defeat.
“I’m sorry, I know I promised not to rush you, I just…” he exhaled roughly and rested his head in his hands. “God, I wish there was something I could to coax that last little corner of your heart out of its shell.”
She stared at him, her expression softening on seeing him so glum. She returned to his side and sat down next to him, resting her hand on his arm.
“I’ve got baggage, Ollie; I know,” she said quietly. “And I am getting rid of it; it’ll just…take a while.”
He peeked at her through a crack between his fingers and smiled. “Hey, it’s okay. I told you I’d wait, didn’t I?”
She gave him a sardonic glance. “Yeah, you waited so patiently you tricked me over and over again.”
“Oh, here we go,” he muttered under his breath.
“It’s not funny, Ollie, this whole relationship was built on lies!”
“God, don’t start with that,” he said, annoyed. “I may have employed some under-handed tactics to get you face your feelings, but you can’t deny that those feelings are true. What, you’d rather I sat in a corner and twiddled my thumbs while I waited for you to come to me?”
He shook his head. “That’s not who I am, Chloe. I may be patient, but I’m still a man of action. I love you. And as much as you shy away from admitting it, I know you love me, too. So don’t go getting all mad at me and manufacturing problems and issues between us where there aren’t any, because that tactic’s getting real old, real fast.”
She gulped as he got to his feet and went to stand by the window, his arms folded in annoyance. Chloe bit her lip, conscious of the fact that everything he’d just said was one hundred per cent true. Somewhere deep inside, her in-built defence mechanism was waiting to pull the breaks on her squee whenever she began to get too comfortable in her happiness.
Oliver didn’t understand just how scared she was of losing him, how terrified she was that voicing her true feelings would result in him getting wrenched away from her by the cruel hand of fate. Maybe her fears were founded on silly superstitions, but until she could learn to conquer them, he’d just have to be patient with her. Extremely so.
She studied the stern set of his shoulders as he looked out over the city, and her hungry gaze dropped to the firm muscles of his buttocks and thighs. Smiling, she stood up with the sheet still wrapped around herself and quietly padded over to him.
“You’re probably wondering which of the gods you pissed off to get stuck with an emotional headcase like me,” she joked, wrapping her arms around his waist. She rested her head on his back and inhaled deeply, savouring his masculine scent. A few seconds later his fingers interlaced with hers, and she could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.
“Probably Loki, the trickster,” he replied. “But the joke’s on him, because I love you, anyway.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I know I have a bad habit of nipping things in the bud before they start to grow; but I’m glad you’re not putting up with it, or letting me get away with it.”
He turned to her and smiled. “It’s called Tough Love,” he whispered, rubbing his nose against hers. Chloe looped her arms around his next and pressed her lips to his, kissing him softly. He deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking hers with a yearning that was mirrored within her spirit.
After a while he lifted his head and leaned back, studying her intently.
“I often wonder how different things would have been if I’d met you at the Kent Farm that day instead of Lois,” he suddenly said.
Chloe rolled her eyes and snorted. “Ha! Based on your history and the type of women you used to go for, you probably wouldn’t have even noticed that I was female.”
“You don’t know that,” he retorted. “But then again, I had Clark to contend with, and with him on the horizon, you wouldn’t have given me a second glance.”
She made a wry face. “Good point.”
He ruffled her hair and smiled. “I'm glad I got you before he realised what he'd let slip through his fingers."
“Yeah, well that’s all moot, because Clark and I never happened,” she said. “You and Lois, on the other hand, did.” She tilted her head and eyed him carefully. “What was it like with her?”
He shrugged. “Well, we weren’t together that long, to be honest, and I was always-”
“I meant in bed,” she clarified. “How was that?”
Oliver’s eyes drifted shut. “You went there,” he sighed.
“Had to happen sometime,” she said with a rueful smile. “Well?”
He took her hands and squeezed them gently. “Does it really matter now?” he whispered.
“Sort of.”
He stared at her. “Chloe, it’s old news. Why would you want to know that?”
Her left brow went up. “Oliver, you got upset because you saw me kiss Clark. How can you not expect me to question your sexual relationship with my cousin?”
“Because it’s in the past, and it was long before you and I, so it doesn’t count,” he insisted.
“I…I can’t pretend like you two never happened, Ollie; I’ve tried, but I can’t,” she said quietly.
“But we’ve talked about this before…”
“Not in detail, and not really about the fact that you two shared a bed,” she pointed out. “Like you said, we just never went there. But if you and I are taking our relationship further - which we are - then I need to know what I’m up against.”
He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Chloe - don’t you understand? Lois couldn’t even hold a candle to you,” he said seriously. “I just happened to meet her first, and that’s something I can’t change.”
She swallowed hard and stared out the window. “Oliver, after the whole Roulette intervention, the first step you took towards getting your life back on track was to try and win Lois back; correct?”
His lips thinned. “Well…yes, but-”
“You made active plans to get back together with her, no buts about it," she said quietly. “You asked her out, but she turned you down.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but she held a hand up to stop him.
“Please - let me finish,” she said. “I saw the look on your face when she was in the hospital with Clark; she’d chosen him, and you were devastated.” She swallowed again. “Two weeks later, you were in bed with me. I have to ask.”
Oliver frowned, a slight crease marring his handsome features. “And you’re sure you want to hear this?”
“Yes. I am.”
He took a deep breath. “Fine. Do you want to know about the sex, or the relationship in general?”
She tried to swallow again, but her voice was suddenly dry. Her words came out in a quiet croak.
“All of it.”
***
Chapter 3…
I wasn't kidding when I said feedback makes me write faster. Look! I got a shiny new update for y'all!
Thanks for all the lovely comments, I will get around to each and every one of them. For now, Chapter 2 is all yours.
Enjoy! Be warned though...Chloe's still behaving like a silly muppet. :-/
Title: Pillow Talksies
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None, really. Just a wee bit o’ sexy talk.
Timeline: Post Season 9 FutureFic - sequel to Love for Realsies
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Oliver and Chloe have a very intimate discussion during his 72-hour house arrest.
Feedback: …is a terrible thing to keep to yourself. :)
Read Chapter 1 here.
Chapter 2
Chloe gasped. “Onyx?” she exclaimed I shock. “You made the dog a part of all this?”
He nodded. “Yep.”
“But you told me he was a stray!”
He flashed her an embarrassed smile. “I lied.”
She folded her arms and gave him a narrow-eyed stare. “Start talking.”
He took a deep breath. “I didn’t nearly run him over like I said. I actually went looking for a puppy for you,” he said quietly. “Chloe, you had all this love in you and you were terrified of giving it to me…I thought the little furball would be a healthy outlet.”
Chloe huffed and got out of bed, yanking the sheet out from under him. He sat up and quietly watched her while she wrapped it around herself and paced from one end of the room to the other.
“You deceived me,” she accused, scowling at him.
His jaw dropped. “You love that dog!”
“It doesn’t absolve you of guilt for tricking me!”
“I just wanted to help you love again, is that such a bad thing?” he argued.
“Did you have to resort to trickery and deceit to get the job done?”
“What else could I do? You were dead-set against falling for me from the start!” he almost shouted, his eyes tinged with sadness. “Even now that I know how much you feel for me, you still can’t say those words. Why? What exactly is holding you back, Chloe?”
Chloe sighed and lowered her gaze, and his shoulders slumped in defeat.
“I’m sorry, I know I promised not to rush you, I just…” he exhaled roughly and rested his head in his hands. “God, I wish there was something I could to coax that last little corner of your heart out of its shell.”
She stared at him, her expression softening on seeing him so glum. She returned to his side and sat down next to him, resting her hand on his arm.
“I’ve got baggage, Ollie; I know,” she said quietly. “And I am getting rid of it; it’ll just…take a while.”
He peeked at her through a crack between his fingers and smiled. “Hey, it’s okay. I told you I’d wait, didn’t I?”
She gave him a sardonic glance. “Yeah, you waited so patiently you tricked me over and over again.”
“Oh, here we go,” he muttered under his breath.
“It’s not funny, Ollie, this whole relationship was built on lies!”
“God, don’t start with that,” he said, annoyed. “I may have employed some under-handed tactics to get you face your feelings, but you can’t deny that those feelings are true. What, you’d rather I sat in a corner and twiddled my thumbs while I waited for you to come to me?”
He shook his head. “That’s not who I am, Chloe. I may be patient, but I’m still a man of action. I love you. And as much as you shy away from admitting it, I know you love me, too. So don’t go getting all mad at me and manufacturing problems and issues between us where there aren’t any, because that tactic’s getting real old, real fast.”
She gulped as he got to his feet and went to stand by the window, his arms folded in annoyance. Chloe bit her lip, conscious of the fact that everything he’d just said was one hundred per cent true. Somewhere deep inside, her in-built defence mechanism was waiting to pull the breaks on her squee whenever she began to get too comfortable in her happiness.
Oliver didn’t understand just how scared she was of losing him, how terrified she was that voicing her true feelings would result in him getting wrenched away from her by the cruel hand of fate. Maybe her fears were founded on silly superstitions, but until she could learn to conquer them, he’d just have to be patient with her. Extremely so.
She studied the stern set of his shoulders as he looked out over the city, and her hungry gaze dropped to the firm muscles of his buttocks and thighs. Smiling, she stood up with the sheet still wrapped around herself and quietly padded over to him.
“You’re probably wondering which of the gods you pissed off to get stuck with an emotional headcase like me,” she joked, wrapping her arms around his waist. She rested her head on his back and inhaled deeply, savouring his masculine scent. A few seconds later his fingers interlaced with hers, and she could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.
“Probably Loki, the trickster,” he replied. “But the joke’s on him, because I love you, anyway.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I know I have a bad habit of nipping things in the bud before they start to grow; but I’m glad you’re not putting up with it, or letting me get away with it.”
He turned to her and smiled. “It’s called Tough Love,” he whispered, rubbing his nose against hers. Chloe looped her arms around his next and pressed her lips to his, kissing him softly. He deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking hers with a yearning that was mirrored within her spirit.
After a while he lifted his head and leaned back, studying her intently.
“I often wonder how different things would have been if I’d met you at the Kent Farm that day instead of Lois,” he suddenly said.
Chloe rolled her eyes and snorted. “Ha! Based on your history and the type of women you used to go for, you probably wouldn’t have even noticed that I was female.”
“You don’t know that,” he retorted. “But then again, I had Clark to contend with, and with him on the horizon, you wouldn’t have given me a second glance.”
She made a wry face. “Good point.”
He ruffled her hair and smiled. “I'm glad I got you before he realised what he'd let slip through his fingers."
“Yeah, well that’s all moot, because Clark and I never happened,” she said. “You and Lois, on the other hand, did.” She tilted her head and eyed him carefully. “What was it like with her?”
He shrugged. “Well, we weren’t together that long, to be honest, and I was always-”
“I meant in bed,” she clarified. “How was that?”
Oliver’s eyes drifted shut. “You went there,” he sighed.
“Had to happen sometime,” she said with a rueful smile. “Well?”
He took her hands and squeezed them gently. “Does it really matter now?” he whispered.
“Sort of.”
He stared at her. “Chloe, it’s old news. Why would you want to know that?”
Her left brow went up. “Oliver, you got upset because you saw me kiss Clark. How can you not expect me to question your sexual relationship with my cousin?”
“Because it’s in the past, and it was long before you and I, so it doesn’t count,” he insisted.
“I…I can’t pretend like you two never happened, Ollie; I’ve tried, but I can’t,” she said quietly.
“But we’ve talked about this before…”
“Not in detail, and not really about the fact that you two shared a bed,” she pointed out. “Like you said, we just never went there. But if you and I are taking our relationship further - which we are - then I need to know what I’m up against.”
He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Chloe - don’t you understand? Lois couldn’t even hold a candle to you,” he said seriously. “I just happened to meet her first, and that’s something I can’t change.”
She swallowed hard and stared out the window. “Oliver, after the whole Roulette intervention, the first step you took towards getting your life back on track was to try and win Lois back; correct?”
His lips thinned. “Well…yes, but-”
“You made active plans to get back together with her, no buts about it," she said quietly. “You asked her out, but she turned you down.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but she held a hand up to stop him.
“Please - let me finish,” she said. “I saw the look on your face when she was in the hospital with Clark; she’d chosen him, and you were devastated.” She swallowed again. “Two weeks later, you were in bed with me. I have to ask.”
Oliver frowned, a slight crease marring his handsome features. “And you’re sure you want to hear this?”
“Yes. I am.”
He took a deep breath. “Fine. Do you want to know about the sex, or the relationship in general?”
She tried to swallow again, but her voice was suddenly dry. Her words came out in a quiet croak.
“All of it.”
***
Chapter 3…