Chlollie Fanfic: Love for Realsies, Chapter 2
Anyone else feel numb about Smallville's renewal? I'm just meh about it; I think I've finally become desensitized to it, thank goodness.
Anyhew, here's Chapter 2 of Love for Realsies. Please let me know if there are any typoes or syntax errors in it; I can't be arsed to give it yet another edit. I keep changing it everytime I go in for a re-read, and I'm worried I'll over-tweak it. :-(
Enjoy! Adults only, please. :-)
ETA: I’m dreadfully behind on my thank-you’s, I know. My apologies…real life is a bit hectic, and I rather stupidly decided to write three stories on the go, so I’m stretching myself rather thin. I’ll get round to thanking each and every one of you, I promise! Your feedback means the world to me. *hugs you all*
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Nominated for 4 Chlollie Fanfiction Awards:
*Best Smut Fic
*Best Fluff Fic
*Best Multi-Chapter Fic
*Best Romantic Fic
Title: Love for Realsies
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic Sex
Timeline: Season 9 (Conspiracy)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Chloe finds it increasingly difficult to resist Ollie’s affections.
Feedback: I would love it. J
Read Chapter 1 here.
Chapter 2
“Just the interruption I was hoping for,” Chloe grinned as she walked seductively towards him in the Talon apartment.
Oliver regarded her stonily, wondering how someone so beautiful and sweet could be so…duplicitous. Just as she reached him he sidestepped her, glancing curiously around the small apartment. If she thought his behaviour was odd, she didn’t comment on it.
When he got to her laptop, he punched a few buttons and turned up the volume. The soft classical music that had been playing faded away and was replaced by a plaintive, emo-rock song, which blared loudly. Chloe looked at him with a puzzled expression, but still smiled and reached for him as he leaned over her.
“I like where this is going, Romeo, but you might want to put on some softer music,” she purred, brushing her lips over his as her lashes drifted shut.
Oliver’s spine tingled with arousal. God, just the smell of her perfume was enough to get him hard, and he had to struggle to control the reaction her nearness was having on him.
“This isn’t a booty call,” he said quietly, not taking his eyes off her.
Chloe blinked and pulled back, looking puzzled again.
“I think Tess Mercer might be listening,” he explained in a whisper. “She’s up to something, and it involves you.”
Immediately, Chloe’s gaze shuttered over, and he knew, even without being told, that she had was hiding something.
He soldiered on. “Tess came by my office today, with evidence that someone’s been siphoning money from my company.”
Chloe lowered her gaze and said nothing.
“You’re stealing from me,” he accused bluntly. “You thought you’d share my bank account as well as my bed, is that it?”
She shook her head and lifted her gaze to look directly at him. “It’s not like that -”
“Right,” he sneered. God, how could he have been so gullible?
Unable to keep the hurt out of his voice, he went for the jugular. “You know, a lot of women have screwed me for my money, Chloe, but I never expected you to be one of them.”
“I wasn’t stealing from you, Oliver,” she said, keeping her voice low and steady. “I was borrowing the cash, buying insurance for the entire planet.”
He narrowed his eyes at her cryptic words. There seemed to be a method to her madness, but still…“What’s going on, Chloe?”
She sighed and straightened, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back. “I’ll show you.”
***
Oliver stared aghast at the mass of green-tipped knives, bullets and arrows in the container Chloe had led him into. Reaching out gingerly, he pulled a rustic-looking knife out of its sheath, its clear green blade looking bizarre as well as creepy.
“Kryptonite weapons?” he said incredulously. “This is what you’ve been spending all of my money on - something that could kill Clark?”
“They’re to protect all of us, including Clark, from Zod and all the other Kandorians,” she explained, coming to stand beside him in the darkness.
“I don’t understand,” he said as he sheathed the knife and set it down. “I thought you were helping set them all up with licenses and passports.”
“All the IDs I gave Clark have computer tracking chips in them,” she confessed. “I want to keep an eye on the visitors from another planet.”
Oliver shone his torch around the room, still not quite believing what he was looking at. “Well,” he said dryly, “welcome to Nineteen Eighty-Four, the Sullivan Edition.”
She sighed. “Ollie, I’m sorry, okay, but I didn’t have a choice. Clark’s moral compass has gotten us lost more than once, and I’m not okay with just sitting back and trusting him blindly anymore.”
“Okay, I see your point,” he said grudgingly as they walked out of the container and secured the unit. “But I don’t know why you felt you couldn’t come to me about this first. I mean, did you think I wouldn’t find out? We employ auditors and accountants for a reason, Chloe.”
She shrugged as they walked back to the car. “I did what I had to do to protect the planet, Ollie, and I think that in this case, the end justifies the means.”
He clenched his jaw. “Maybe so, but you did it with my money, and without my knowledge or permission, which makes you nothing but a common thief.”
She flinched as if stung by the acidity of his words. “I thought you of all people would understand,” she said stiffly as she got into the car and buckled her seatbelt. “You know what we might be up against in the not-too-distant future.”
“I understand what you did, and I understand why you did it,” he said as he started up the engine. “But you needn’t have resorted to stealing from me, Chloe. All you had to do was ask.”
He put the car in gear and drove off, kicking up dirt and pebbles as they pulled away.
***
Chloe folded her arms and seethed inwardly, watching the streetlights zip by as the car sped along the motorway. She had to admit that Oliver had every right to be pissed at what she’d done, but she’d thought he might lighten up once he realised the magnitude of her operation. They were on the same side, after all, so she was baffled that he was so angry and upset by what she did.
They continued to ride in silence. Eventually Oliver rounded the corner of her street, and as the car approached the Watchtower block Chloe reached to unclip her seatbelt. To her surprise, Oliver sped up and kept going, zooming right past the building.
She turned to face him. “Aren’t you dropping me off?” she asked, surprised.
“No,” he said shortly. “I don’t want us using Watchtower as a base until Victor’s done a complete sweep of the place for bugs and wire taps.”
“I already did that last week, when I discovered that Tess had piggy-backed my cameras.”
“You may have missed something. I have more faith in Victor’s micro-precision OS than I do in you with a flashlight. He’s either on his way over, or up there already.”
“So take me back to the Talon, then,” she said grumpily.
He shook his head. “Waste of gas. Besides, it hasn’t been swept for bugs yet, and my place - which has - is just around the corner.” He swung the car into the underground parking facility of the Clocktower building, manoeuvred it into his designated parking spot and turned off the engine.
“So I’m staying here tonight?” she asked almost fearfully.
He turned to face her. “You got a problem with that?”
She shook her head. “No, not really.”
“Good.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car, not bothering to wait for her. Quickly she followed suit and caught up with him as he walked to the express elevator that would take them straight to the Penthouse floor.
Oliver punched in the entry code and the doors slid open for them.
“Do you have a spare toothbrush?” she asked as they stepped into the confined space of the elevator.
“No, but you’re welcome to mine.”
She stared at him strangely. “Are you sure? I mean, it just seems so…” intimate, her mind supplied. Personal. Unifying….
Oliver simply shrugged. “If I had cooties, you’d have gotten them by now. And vice versa.”
She made a wry face. “Good point.” Funny how they’d kissed and explored each other senseless, yet she was balking at the idea of sharing a toothbrush with him.
The elevator hummed softly as it continued its gradual ascent.
“I don’t have any clothes to change into,” she said ruefully as they neared the Clocktower apartment.
He gave her a smouldering glance. “You won’t need any.”
Her skin heated at the implication behind his words. Despite the fact that he was clearly still upset with her, he at least seemed inclined to still sleep with her. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing, or not.
The elevator came to a stop and they stepped out of the car into the apartment. Chloe stood forlornly in the middle of the room as Oliver turned some lamps on.
“Make yourself at home,” he said dryly as he walked past her. “But then, you already did that, didn’t you?”
She closed her eyes and managed to bite back the scathing remark that formed on her tongue. “Permission to take a quick shower, Sir?” she asked pointedly.
“Do whatever you want.”
Wordlessly she made her way down the hall till she got to the large green-tiled guest shower with chrome fittings and five-speed power pulsing jets. She turned on the water and quickly stripped while the temperature regulated, then stepped in and let the deliciously warm water soothe her tired muscles.
She’d really screwed up by not letting Oliver know her plans. No doubt he’d now think she was sleeping with him solely to get at his bank account. If she’d trusted him, he’d have been on board because he was as aware of the possible future they were trying to prevent as she was; now, she probably came across as nothing more than a gold-digging fortune-hunter. Which couldn’t be further from the truth; she hadn’t even bought a donut for herself from the money she’d taken from the Queen Industries coffers, and he had to know that.
She sighed as she reached for the shampoo and squeezed a generous amount into her palm, which she worked into her hair. Hopefully Oliver would shake off his funk eventually, and things could get back to normal in their dysfunctional relationship.
She chuckled dryly as she realised the words that had formed in her head. A normal, dysfunctional relationship. Oh, the irony.
Suddenly the corner of her eye began to sting and burn as shampoo suds got into it.
“Damn it!” she muttered, leaning forward so that her face was under the spray.
Just then Oliver’s strong hands closed around her shoulders and turned her around so that she was facing him. “Head back,” he instructed.
Dutifully she did as he asked, and he held her hair back with one hand while he carefully rinsed her face with the other, paying special attention to her eyes. Once he was done rinsing, he squeegeed the water from her face and dropped his hands back onto her shoulders.
“You can open your eyes now.”
She blinked, and the sharp stinging feeling rapidly faded. “Thank you,” she mumbled, pleased to see that he was as naked as she was.
Oliver reached for the bottle of conditioner and squeezed some onto his hands, then proceeded to smooth it through her hair. Chloe’s lashes drifted shut and she stepped forward and relaxed against him, loving the feel of his lean, muscular frame pressed against the length of her body.
He finger-combed her tresses and smoothed the conditioner all the way from the roots to the tips of her hair till it was evenly distributed. “Tilt your head back,” he said.
Carefully he rinsed her hair till all traces of conditioner were gone, then he turned her around so that her back was against his front. He reached for the bar of soap in the dish, lathered up his hands and proceeded to massage her shoulders, back and arms.
“That feels amazing,” she whispered, leaning back so that her bottom was pressed up against his turgid flesh. Oliver inhaled sharply and worked his way around to the front, kneading and squeezing her breasts with his slick hands.
Her breathing quickened as he worked her soapy flesh, her nipples peaking and hardening at his touch. Oliver caressed her for long moments before turning her to face him and reaching for her bottom, sliding and squeezing her flesh with his talented fingers.
Chloe moaned and pulled his head down towards hers, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Her nipples slid against his chest and pebbled even further, and Oliver groaned and tightened his hands in her ass, grinding his hard, hot length against her belly.
He released one cheek and trailed his fingers though the soft hair at the apex of her thighs before slipping it lower and pressing his fingertip against her clit.
Pleasure spiked through her and she moaned as his hand moved on her aching bud. Her knees buckled and he held her up while he caressed her intimately with his other hand.
Chloe revelled in the riot of sensations that Oliver never failed to arouse in her. He was the most generous lover, one who had sensed her needs from the first time he’d touched her.
His hand moved faster, and she felt herself beginning to crest the wave to fulfilment. “Yes,” she murmured, moving with him. “Oh yes…aah…”
Suddenly, Oliver withdrew his hand and pushed her backward slightly till she was standing under the spray. She sputtered and shook her head like a startled puppy, shaking droplets of water all over him.
“What the hell did you do that for?” she growled as the water cascaded over her skin till she was soap-free.
Oliver shut off the water and turned to her with a devious grin. “Bathtime’s over.”
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Chapter 3…
Anyhew, here's Chapter 2 of Love for Realsies. Please let me know if there are any typoes or syntax errors in it; I can't be arsed to give it yet another edit. I keep changing it everytime I go in for a re-read, and I'm worried I'll over-tweak it. :-(
Enjoy! Adults only, please. :-)
ETA: I’m dreadfully behind on my thank-you’s, I know. My apologies…real life is a bit hectic, and I rather stupidly decided to write three stories on the go, so I’m stretching myself rather thin. I’ll get round to thanking each and every one of you, I promise! Your feedback means the world to me. *hugs you all*
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Nominated for 4 Chlollie Fanfiction Awards:
*Best Smut Fic
*Best Fluff Fic
*Best Multi-Chapter Fic
*Best Romantic Fic
Title: Love for Realsies
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic Sex
Timeline: Season 9 (Conspiracy)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Chloe finds it increasingly difficult to resist Ollie’s affections.
Feedback: I would love it. J
Read Chapter 1 here.
Chapter 2
“Just the interruption I was hoping for,” Chloe grinned as she walked seductively towards him in the Talon apartment.
Oliver regarded her stonily, wondering how someone so beautiful and sweet could be so…duplicitous. Just as she reached him he sidestepped her, glancing curiously around the small apartment. If she thought his behaviour was odd, she didn’t comment on it.
When he got to her laptop, he punched a few buttons and turned up the volume. The soft classical music that had been playing faded away and was replaced by a plaintive, emo-rock song, which blared loudly. Chloe looked at him with a puzzled expression, but still smiled and reached for him as he leaned over her.
“I like where this is going, Romeo, but you might want to put on some softer music,” she purred, brushing her lips over his as her lashes drifted shut.
Oliver’s spine tingled with arousal. God, just the smell of her perfume was enough to get him hard, and he had to struggle to control the reaction her nearness was having on him.
“This isn’t a booty call,” he said quietly, not taking his eyes off her.
Chloe blinked and pulled back, looking puzzled again.
“I think Tess Mercer might be listening,” he explained in a whisper. “She’s up to something, and it involves you.”
Immediately, Chloe’s gaze shuttered over, and he knew, even without being told, that she had was hiding something.
He soldiered on. “Tess came by my office today, with evidence that someone’s been siphoning money from my company.”
Chloe lowered her gaze and said nothing.
“You’re stealing from me,” he accused bluntly. “You thought you’d share my bank account as well as my bed, is that it?”
She shook her head and lifted her gaze to look directly at him. “It’s not like that -”
“Right,” he sneered. God, how could he have been so gullible?
Unable to keep the hurt out of his voice, he went for the jugular. “You know, a lot of women have screwed me for my money, Chloe, but I never expected you to be one of them.”
“I wasn’t stealing from you, Oliver,” she said, keeping her voice low and steady. “I was borrowing the cash, buying insurance for the entire planet.”
He narrowed his eyes at her cryptic words. There seemed to be a method to her madness, but still…“What’s going on, Chloe?”
She sighed and straightened, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back. “I’ll show you.”
***
Oliver stared aghast at the mass of green-tipped knives, bullets and arrows in the container Chloe had led him into. Reaching out gingerly, he pulled a rustic-looking knife out of its sheath, its clear green blade looking bizarre as well as creepy.
“Kryptonite weapons?” he said incredulously. “This is what you’ve been spending all of my money on - something that could kill Clark?”
“They’re to protect all of us, including Clark, from Zod and all the other Kandorians,” she explained, coming to stand beside him in the darkness.
“I don’t understand,” he said as he sheathed the knife and set it down. “I thought you were helping set them all up with licenses and passports.”
“All the IDs I gave Clark have computer tracking chips in them,” she confessed. “I want to keep an eye on the visitors from another planet.”
Oliver shone his torch around the room, still not quite believing what he was looking at. “Well,” he said dryly, “welcome to Nineteen Eighty-Four, the Sullivan Edition.”
She sighed. “Ollie, I’m sorry, okay, but I didn’t have a choice. Clark’s moral compass has gotten us lost more than once, and I’m not okay with just sitting back and trusting him blindly anymore.”
“Okay, I see your point,” he said grudgingly as they walked out of the container and secured the unit. “But I don’t know why you felt you couldn’t come to me about this first. I mean, did you think I wouldn’t find out? We employ auditors and accountants for a reason, Chloe.”
She shrugged as they walked back to the car. “I did what I had to do to protect the planet, Ollie, and I think that in this case, the end justifies the means.”
He clenched his jaw. “Maybe so, but you did it with my money, and without my knowledge or permission, which makes you nothing but a common thief.”
She flinched as if stung by the acidity of his words. “I thought you of all people would understand,” she said stiffly as she got into the car and buckled her seatbelt. “You know what we might be up against in the not-too-distant future.”
“I understand what you did, and I understand why you did it,” he said as he started up the engine. “But you needn’t have resorted to stealing from me, Chloe. All you had to do was ask.”
He put the car in gear and drove off, kicking up dirt and pebbles as they pulled away.
***
Chloe folded her arms and seethed inwardly, watching the streetlights zip by as the car sped along the motorway. She had to admit that Oliver had every right to be pissed at what she’d done, but she’d thought he might lighten up once he realised the magnitude of her operation. They were on the same side, after all, so she was baffled that he was so angry and upset by what she did.
They continued to ride in silence. Eventually Oliver rounded the corner of her street, and as the car approached the Watchtower block Chloe reached to unclip her seatbelt. To her surprise, Oliver sped up and kept going, zooming right past the building.
She turned to face him. “Aren’t you dropping me off?” she asked, surprised.
“No,” he said shortly. “I don’t want us using Watchtower as a base until Victor’s done a complete sweep of the place for bugs and wire taps.”
“I already did that last week, when I discovered that Tess had piggy-backed my cameras.”
“You may have missed something. I have more faith in Victor’s micro-precision OS than I do in you with a flashlight. He’s either on his way over, or up there already.”
“So take me back to the Talon, then,” she said grumpily.
He shook his head. “Waste of gas. Besides, it hasn’t been swept for bugs yet, and my place - which has - is just around the corner.” He swung the car into the underground parking facility of the Clocktower building, manoeuvred it into his designated parking spot and turned off the engine.
“So I’m staying here tonight?” she asked almost fearfully.
He turned to face her. “You got a problem with that?”
She shook her head. “No, not really.”
“Good.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car, not bothering to wait for her. Quickly she followed suit and caught up with him as he walked to the express elevator that would take them straight to the Penthouse floor.
Oliver punched in the entry code and the doors slid open for them.
“Do you have a spare toothbrush?” she asked as they stepped into the confined space of the elevator.
“No, but you’re welcome to mine.”
She stared at him strangely. “Are you sure? I mean, it just seems so…” intimate, her mind supplied. Personal. Unifying….
Oliver simply shrugged. “If I had cooties, you’d have gotten them by now. And vice versa.”
She made a wry face. “Good point.” Funny how they’d kissed and explored each other senseless, yet she was balking at the idea of sharing a toothbrush with him.
The elevator hummed softly as it continued its gradual ascent.
“I don’t have any clothes to change into,” she said ruefully as they neared the Clocktower apartment.
He gave her a smouldering glance. “You won’t need any.”
Her skin heated at the implication behind his words. Despite the fact that he was clearly still upset with her, he at least seemed inclined to still sleep with her. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing, or not.
The elevator came to a stop and they stepped out of the car into the apartment. Chloe stood forlornly in the middle of the room as Oliver turned some lamps on.
“Make yourself at home,” he said dryly as he walked past her. “But then, you already did that, didn’t you?”
She closed her eyes and managed to bite back the scathing remark that formed on her tongue. “Permission to take a quick shower, Sir?” she asked pointedly.
“Do whatever you want.”
Wordlessly she made her way down the hall till she got to the large green-tiled guest shower with chrome fittings and five-speed power pulsing jets. She turned on the water and quickly stripped while the temperature regulated, then stepped in and let the deliciously warm water soothe her tired muscles.
She’d really screwed up by not letting Oliver know her plans. No doubt he’d now think she was sleeping with him solely to get at his bank account. If she’d trusted him, he’d have been on board because he was as aware of the possible future they were trying to prevent as she was; now, she probably came across as nothing more than a gold-digging fortune-hunter. Which couldn’t be further from the truth; she hadn’t even bought a donut for herself from the money she’d taken from the Queen Industries coffers, and he had to know that.
She sighed as she reached for the shampoo and squeezed a generous amount into her palm, which she worked into her hair. Hopefully Oliver would shake off his funk eventually, and things could get back to normal in their dysfunctional relationship.
She chuckled dryly as she realised the words that had formed in her head. A normal, dysfunctional relationship. Oh, the irony.
Suddenly the corner of her eye began to sting and burn as shampoo suds got into it.
“Damn it!” she muttered, leaning forward so that her face was under the spray.
Just then Oliver’s strong hands closed around her shoulders and turned her around so that she was facing him. “Head back,” he instructed.
Dutifully she did as he asked, and he held her hair back with one hand while he carefully rinsed her face with the other, paying special attention to her eyes. Once he was done rinsing, he squeegeed the water from her face and dropped his hands back onto her shoulders.
“You can open your eyes now.”
She blinked, and the sharp stinging feeling rapidly faded. “Thank you,” she mumbled, pleased to see that he was as naked as she was.
Oliver reached for the bottle of conditioner and squeezed some onto his hands, then proceeded to smooth it through her hair. Chloe’s lashes drifted shut and she stepped forward and relaxed against him, loving the feel of his lean, muscular frame pressed against the length of her body.
He finger-combed her tresses and smoothed the conditioner all the way from the roots to the tips of her hair till it was evenly distributed. “Tilt your head back,” he said.
Carefully he rinsed her hair till all traces of conditioner were gone, then he turned her around so that her back was against his front. He reached for the bar of soap in the dish, lathered up his hands and proceeded to massage her shoulders, back and arms.
“That feels amazing,” she whispered, leaning back so that her bottom was pressed up against his turgid flesh. Oliver inhaled sharply and worked his way around to the front, kneading and squeezing her breasts with his slick hands.
Her breathing quickened as he worked her soapy flesh, her nipples peaking and hardening at his touch. Oliver caressed her for long moments before turning her to face him and reaching for her bottom, sliding and squeezing her flesh with his talented fingers.
Chloe moaned and pulled his head down towards hers, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Her nipples slid against his chest and pebbled even further, and Oliver groaned and tightened his hands in her ass, grinding his hard, hot length against her belly.
He released one cheek and trailed his fingers though the soft hair at the apex of her thighs before slipping it lower and pressing his fingertip against her clit.
Pleasure spiked through her and she moaned as his hand moved on her aching bud. Her knees buckled and he held her up while he caressed her intimately with his other hand.
Chloe revelled in the riot of sensations that Oliver never failed to arouse in her. He was the most generous lover, one who had sensed her needs from the first time he’d touched her.
His hand moved faster, and she felt herself beginning to crest the wave to fulfilment. “Yes,” she murmured, moving with him. “Oh yes…aah…”
Suddenly, Oliver withdrew his hand and pushed her backward slightly till she was standing under the spray. She sputtered and shook her head like a startled puppy, shaking droplets of water all over him.
“What the hell did you do that for?” she growled as the water cascaded over her skin till she was soap-free.
Oliver shut off the water and turned to her with a devious grin. “Bathtime’s over.”
***
Chapter 3…