Chlollie Fanfic: Love for Realsies, Chapter 9
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I have two chapters ready. Yes, two. However, I'm a selfish enuff cow to want comments on them both, so I'm sorely tempted to with-hold Chapter 10 until tomorrow. That's the bad news.
The good news is that Chapter 10 follows on directly from Chapter 9, and I would actually prefer that you read them together because it flows better that way. So, can I rely on you all to leave me pretty feedback on both chapters? Hmm? Hmm?? :-)
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Thank you! Here's Chapter 9 of Love for Realsies. Chapter 10 will be up shortly.
Enjoy!
Title: Love for Realsies
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: NC-17; this chapter PG13. Sequel to Just for Funsies.
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: …is a terrible thing to keep to yourself. J
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 9
“Hel-lo, my lover.”
“I thought you might still be awake,” Oliver replied, pleased. “What are you up to at this hour?”
“It’s only just gone midnight over here, Ollie, so it’s not that late,” she said briskly. “Just doing the usual; finding the crimespots and pointing Clark and the others in their direction.”
Oliver chuckled. “Sounds like fun.”
“That’s because we’re weird that way,” she replied matter-of-factly. “So, what’s the weather like in Mumbai today?”
Oliver had been in India for four days, and had spent every spare moment on the phone to Chloe. He was currently between meetings, so he was catching up with things on what he secretly called ‘the homefront’.
“Unbelievable, and not in a good way,” he replied grumpily. “It’s topping 104 degrees out here.”
“You’re kidding me!” she exclaimed. “A hundred and four?”
“Yep, and that’s in the shade. Fortunately I’ve been spending most of my time in fully air conditioned offices, but that notwithstanding, I’ve been drinking water like a fish, sweating like a pig, and will still likely return looking like a cooked lobster. But enough about me; how are you doing?”
“Getting by just fine without you,” she said airily.
He smothered a grin. It appeared to him as though the lady doth protest too much. She missed him as much as he missed her.
“And how’s Onyx?”
Oh, he’s great,” she said, and he could hear the enthusiasm in her voice down the line. “It’s been less than a week, but he’s growing like a weed, and he gets into everything. Oh, and he’s smart as a whip; he brings me my slippers, can you believe it?”
“No way!” he laughed.
“Way. The only problem is by the time they get to me, they’re all squidgy and soggy because he’s drooled all over them, but hey…it’s the thought that counts.”
Oliver smiled, wishing he was in Metropolis with her. “It’s good to hear your voice, Chloe,” he said warmly.
Silence. Then: “So is the chicken jalfrezi the same out there as it is over here?” she asked lightly.
He sighed and rolled his eyes at her blatant change of topic. He should have expected it, really.
“I wouldn’t know, I haven’t eaten any Indian food since I got here,” he confessed. “I decided not to risk upsetting my stomach since I’m in meetings all day. But Amrita’s insisted I try the jalfrezi at Avani’s Café before I return to the States.”
“Did she, now?” Chloe said dryly.
He grinned at her tone of voice. No doubt Chloe had seen images of him with the stunning raven-haired beauty who’d been assigned to assist him during his stay, and had run a search on her. She was probably none to pleased to discover that Amrita had been a local beauty queen and glamour model before becoming an executive assistant.
Regally tall, with a dark curtain of hair that fell to her waist, and amber eyes that blazed with sensuality, Amrita Mahesh turned heads everywhere she went, and the visual of her dark, sensual beauty standing next to Oliver’s fair gorgeousness was irresistible fodder to the shutterbugs.
“So, you are planning to sample the local cuisine, then?” she said in a carefully neutral tone.
“I take it we’re no longer talking about chicken jalfrezi,” he said, his grin widening. Chloe was totally jealous of his PA.
“Because it would be okay if you did,” she said blithely. “I wouldn’t stop you.”
Oliver’s grin quickly disappeared. He sat in stunned silence for several seconds as her words sank in. When he finally spoke, his voice was dangerously low.
“Did you just give me permission to cheat on you?” he said in a deceptively level tone.
She must have read the disbelief in every carefully enunciated syllable, because she paused and stammered her answer. “Well, I…she’s really pretty, and…I mean, it’s not like we’re married, or anything…”
“But we are exclusive,” he continued, his voice low and cool. “Unless you’ve been stepping out the door on me -”
“You know I haven’t, Ollie,” she quickly rebutted.
“They why would you think I would want to?”
She paused again, and he could envision her gnawing on her lower lip as a worried frown creased her brow.
“Because I’m not your type, that’s why.”
“My type?” he echoed.
“Before I came along, you were into statuesque brunettes with legs up to their armpits and perfect double-D’s,” she said softly. “I’m not blind, Ollie. I know I’m nothing like all the other women you’ve ever dated.”
“Doesn’t that tell you something, Chloe?” he said, his voice equally soft.
She fell silent. “I…I, er…” she began hesitantly.
“Look, I have to chair a meeting in five minutes,” he said shortly, putting her out of her misery. “I’ll talk to you later.” He hung up the phone and clenched his fist hard, his heart thumping wildly as rage built within him.
Where the hell did she get off, pimping him out to the nearest bit of skirt? Was she that closed off from him emotionally that she didn’t give a toss who he might be intimate with?
As he sat there seething, Amrita Mahesh, his assistant, oblivious to the drama she was creating, glided into the room.
“You’re wanted in the conference room in five minutes, Mr Queen,” she said in pleasantly accented English.
“Thanks, Amrita. I’ll be there in three.” He rose and reached for his suit jacket, and as he did so, Amrita laid a gentle hand on his sleeve.
“After the meeting, I’d be happy to accompany you to some of the local nightlife hotspots, if you’d like,” she said, gazing at him with her intense eyes. It was clear what she was offering.
“I’m not interested,” he said simply.
Amrita blinked in surprise, and quickly composed herself. Oliver guessed she wasn’t used to being turned down.
“I see,” she said softly. “I apologise if I have offended you…”
“You didn’t,” he said calmly. “I just happen to be in love with an amazing woman.”
Amrita smiled. “Then she is very lucky,” she said, then turned and quietly left the room.
Oliver snorted to himself as he shrugged his jacket on and headed for the meeting room. It was a shame Chloe didn’t seem to think so.
***
As soon as the line went dead, Chloe let out a stream of curse words and smacked her own forehead.
What the hell had she been thinking? She didn’t want Oliver sleeping with anyone else. Hell, she didn’t even want him looking at anyone else. So why had she handed him a golden opportunity to be unfaithful to her?
She sat down heavily on the sofa and sighed. She knew why. If Oliver’s attentions were focused elsewhere, she’d be able to curb her own burgeoning feelings for him from developing into something more. That being the case, the easy answer to her problem would be for her to be the love rat and cheat on him. But the second the thought popped into her brain, she shook her head fiercely, refusing to even comprehend it.
The fact of the matter was that she couldn’t imagine anyone’s hands on her but Ollie’s. His touch ignited a fire in her that was so potent it scared her. That apart, the look on his face if she did sleep with someone else would just about kill her. She could never hurt him that way, though she suspected her casual assumption that he might want to be with someone else might just have done so.
She took a deep breath and ruffled Onyx’s ears as he padded over to her with her soggy slippers. Oliver would be back in three days. She’d have a heartfelt apology for him ready and waiting.
***
Chloe had planned to get herself all prettied up before her man got back from Mumbai. She’d scheduled an appointment at the hairdressers, and after a quick thought, included one at the nail salon as well, because her fingertips were always in a state with the amount of typing she did. She’d even gotten herself some cute lingerie in forest green lace and satin, and had planned to shower and change into it as soon as she had word that Ollie’s plane had landed.
So it came as a bit of a shock to her when he walked through the door 24 hours ahead of schedule.
“Ollie! You’re early!” she exclaimed, glancing down remorsefully at the worn t-shirt and jog bottoms she was wearing.
“We wrapped business early, and I didn’t see any point in sticking around,” he said curtly.
“Well…welcome back,” she said lamely. As happy as she was to see him, she was a tad upset that her grand apology and attendant make-up sex plans had gone up in smoke. Hopefully she could still find a way to get both out of him before he left for the Clocktower.
“Listen, Oliver…” she began, wringing her hands nervously. “About the other night, I -”
“Shh!” he said, placing his finger to his lips as he unearthed a CD from his pocket and slipped it into the computer drive.
She blinked, and kept quiet, wondering if Watchtower had been bugged again.
“Wire tapping?” she mouthed silently.
He shook his head. “Nope,” he said at full volume.
She frowned. “Then why did you say I should - ?”
“Shh!” he insisted. “Any moment now…”
Just then, she noticed his unusual wardrobe choice for the first time.
“Is that…? Ollie, are you wearing a kaftan?” she asked incredulously, staring at the heavily embroidered jewel-toned green silk.
He gave her a condescending look. “It’s called a kurta,” he corrected huffily. “Now, if you don’t mind…” he strode quickly to the centre of the room and stood with his legs slightly apart, his back to her.
“Oliver what’s this all ab-?”
Just then, the strains of a rapidly-plucked sitar filled the air, and a familiar song began to play. Automatically she began tapping her foot to the music as the drum beat kicked in.
“Hey!” she exclaimed as she recognised the tune. “Isn’t this…?”
Her voice trailed off as Oliver started shaking his hips to the theme tune of Slumdog Millionaire.
“I don’t believe this!” she said, breaking into uncontrollable laughter. “Jai Ho? You’re dancing Jai Ho? Are you kidding me?!?”
To her surprise and delight, Oliver turned around and extended a hand to her with a big smile on his face.
“What are you laughing at?” he said, amused. “I’m not dancing solo. Come join me.”
“Oliver, nooooo,” she protested, grinning as she weakly allowed him to drag her into the centre of the room. Onyx, not to be ignored, yapped excitedly and trotted over to where Oliver was giving Chloe a crash course in the Jai Ho dance.
“Chloe, yeeeeeesssss,” he replied smugly. “Do you know how many times I rewatched this scene on the plane to pick up the steps? You’re doing Jai Ho, weather you like it or not.”
“Can’t I just be your Ho?” she countered, giggling.
Oliver laughed and smacked her bottom. “Don’t distract me, woman. Maybe later. Right now, we’ve got a dance to do.”
***
Clark sped to the door and was about to knock on it when he heard music and laughter from within. He stepped back, startled, and then squinted lightly so that he could see through the door.
As he’d suspected, Chloe was there with Oliver, and they were…dancing. To what sounded like Indian music. Oliver was standing behind her with his hands on her hips, and Chloe’s little black puppy, Onyx, was yapping and running circles around them. Chloe was relaxed in Oliver’s arms, dancing with him and laughing, looking happier than he’d seen her in a long time.
A really long time.
Clark stared wistfully at the joyful scene in front of him for several minutes. Then he turned and made his way towards the elevator, deciding to take the normal way down.
***
Chapter 10…