Chlollie Fanfic: Love For Realsies, Chapter 14

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After a loooong, looooong, much maligned wait...

SEXY TIEMS!!!  Whoo-hoo! :-D  This is the second time within the space of a week that the sexxors has shown up in Chapter 14.  Huh... *ponders*

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Title:              Love for Realsies

Author:          BabyDee
Pairing:          Chlollie

Rating:           NC-17 again.  Yay!

Warnings:     Checkmate Spoilers; more of a personal retelling of such

Timeline:      Season 9 (Conspiracy - Checkmate), sequel to Just for Funsies

Disclaimer:   All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.

Summary:     Chloe finds it increasingly difficult to resist Ollie’s affections.

Feedback:      gives me goosebumps - nice ones. J

Read previous chapter here.

Read story from the beginning here.


Chapter 14

Oliver was strangely quiet on the way up to the Clocktower apartment.  He stood behind her, his hands linked around her waist, resting his chin on the top of her head.  She covered his hand with hers and stroked it absently with her thumb, listening to the soft hum of the elevator’s ascent.

Considering what they’d both been through tonight, she’d thought he might be a bit more eager to take her to bed, especially with the way he’d insisted the come back to his place.  Maybe his thoughts were preoccupied with Watchtower’s compromised safety, she thought as the doors slid open on the plush apartment.  Tess now knew all about their base of operations, and whilst she’d promised not to betray them, they couldn’t exactly trust her not to interfere.

As soon as they stepped out of the elevator into the apartment, Oliver spun her around and lowered his lips to hers, kissing her deeply.  Her arms went around his neck and she parted her lips, sighing as his tongue met with hers.

This is more like it, she thought smugly as she pushed his jacket off her shoulders.  She’d never admit it, but she’d missed him like crazy while he was away on business, and to have him return and then promptly get kidnapped had frightened her to bits.

Oliver broke the kiss and stared down at her, his fingers deftly unzipping her green jacket and sending it to join his on the floor.

“I haven’t had a chance to tell you yet, but you look beautiful in gold,” he whispered, smoothing his hands over her the silk blouse.

She blushed.  “Why, thanks.  This guy I’m dating, he bought it for me.  He has excellent taste, I think.”

“I couldn’t agree more, but, as lovely as you look, I’m afraid I have to take it off you.”

She shrugged prettily.  “I can live with that,” she breathed as he worked the buttons on the garment.  “As long as you find something suitable to cover me with, instead.”

He grinned.  “That can be arranged.”

As soon as the last button was prised free he slid the shimmering fabric to the floor and reached for her bra, unhooking it and dropping it on top of the rapidly growing pile of clothing.

As always, the look of appreciation on his face whenever he stared at her breasts made her flush all the way down to her toes.  “You are so gorgeous,” he whispered, palming her breasts and kneading them softly.

“And you are so overdressed.”  She managed to yank his t-shirt up and he let go of her long enough to pull it off and toss it away, so that they were both naked above the waist.  Without warning, Oliver picked her up and carried her down the hallway till they got to his bedroom, where he carefully deposited her on the green satin sheets.

For several seconds he just leaned over her, appreciating the view.  Then Chloe wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him down, sighing as their hips made contact.  She parted her thighs so that he could settle between them, and even through two layers of clothing, the solid warmth of his erection felt hot and heavy and completely amazing.

Oliver’s covered her chest with his and claimed her lips in a kiss that was gentle and searching.  Chloe kept one hand at his hip and burrowed the other in his hair, kissing him back with equal fervour.

She sighed in contentment as he stroked her tongue with his.  How she’d missed him; he’d been away too long.  Her fingers tightened in his hair and she stroked his tongue with hers, desperate to re-establish and nurture the connection between them.

Oliver seemed to sense her need, because his kisses became more thorough,  almost urgent, almost as though he were trying to infuse her with himself.  After a long while he slid his lips to the side, pressing soft kisses to the side of her neck.

“I was going crazy without you,” he whispered, licking the throbbing pulse at he throat, making her shudder.  “All the time I was away, all I could think about was you.”

Chloe smiled to herself and stroked his back tenderly.  Oh, yeah; she could totally relate.

Oliver lifted his head and stared at her face intently, trailing a finger down her cheek.  Chloe waited till he got to her lips and sucked the tip of his finger into her mouth, scraping her teeth lightly along the smooth skin.

Oliver’s eyes darkened with lust, and he slid his finger further into her mouth.  She met his gaze with a sultry one of her own as she sucked on his finger suggestively, eventually releasing it with a pop.

“Minx,” he growled, taking her hand and placed a soft kiss on her palm.

Chloe sighed as he kissed her wrist, then licked and nibbled his way down her arm and further south, till he got to the slope of her breast.  His tongue blazed a slow trailed over her rapidly hardening nipple, and she made a needy sound and arched her back, trying to get him to take her nipple into his mouth.

He didn’t take the hint.  For some reason, he was determined to his time, flicking his tongue over one nipple and then the other until her breasts ached for more attention.

“More,” she pleaded, nudging against his mouth again.  This time he gave her what she wanted as he took her nipple into his mouth and began to suck gently, causing a slow, tense ache to build in her lower belly.

She moaned in pleasure as he gradually increased the suction, her toes curling as she became more and more aroused.  She reached down and ran her hands over his denim-clad hips, moaning loudly as he pressed his burgeoning hardness against her aching mound.

Oliver slid one hand down her midriff and beyond, pausing to slide the zipper down on her pants.  His mouth didn’t leave her nipple as he worked his hand between her thighs and caressed her through the satin of her underwear.

She moaned his name and lifted her hips to meet his hand.  One questing finger slipped beneath the hem of her panties and worked its way into her slick core, and she shuddered as he thrust within her gently.

“Make love to me, Oliver,” she whispered, reaching for his belt buckle.

She felt him grin against her breast as he added a second finger.  “That’s what I’m doing.”

She sighed breathlessly.  “You know what I mean.”

“Soon.”  He gave her nipple one last lick, and then slid down her body, tugging her pants and underwear down and dropping them on the floor.  Quickly he divested himself of the rest of his own clothing and then returned to her, pushing her knees apart and settling between them.

Chloe trembled in excitement as he draped her legs over his shoulders and bent his fair head between her thighs.  He went down on her all the time, but it was something she never tired of, and after one whole week of deprivation she was desperate to feel his mouth on her.

The first touch of his tongue on her aching flesh was always pure perfection, and this time was no different.  Oliver teased her clit with quick flicks and long, lingering strokes, heightening her need and making her almost sob as the intense pleasure bordered on painful torture.

He was taking his time with her, but not in a punitive way.  There was a distinct thoroughness to his lovemaking, almost as though he was making love to her for the first time.  His hands moved up and down her thighs, caressing them even as his tongue stroked her intimately.

Tiny shocks of pleasure races along her nerves as he licked and sucked at her aching flesh.  She clenched and unclenched her hands, gasping as Oliver drove her higher and higher.  Dimly she remembered that she had almost lost him today.  Her heart thumped erratically, and she was suddenly overcome with emotion.

She needed him inside her desperately; needed to feel him moving within her, filling her up with his essence.  With a choked sound she reached down and tugged on his shoulders urgently, not even waiting for the orgasm that beckoned enticingly.

Oliver picked up on her changed mood immediately.  He held himself over her and stroked her hair tenderly.

“What is it, honey?” he asked gently, his brow furrowed in concern.

She opened her mouth to reply, but paused, not certain herself exactly where the urgency within her was coming from.

I think I’m falling for you, she realised with alarm.  I can’t imagine my life without you, and it terrifies me.

Oliver, still stroking her hair, raised his brows in silent query.

She twined her fingers in his other hand and swallowed before answering.  “I missed you,” she finally whispered, holding back tears as she stared up at him with wide eyes.  “I missed you so much.”

Oliver, his eyes full of emotions she couldn’t identify, shifted until he was up against her moist warmth, and slowly pressed forward.

Chloe sighed deeply as he entered her, filling her not only in body, but also in mind, soul and spirit.  She clutched his strong forearms as he advanced until he was all the way inside her.

“I’m home,” he whispered, resting his forehead on hers as he sank fully into her softness.  “I’m home now.”

Chloe felt a tear escape and roll down her cheek at his comforting words.  She slid her hands all the way up his arms and buried them in his hair, pulling him towards her for a searching kiss.  Oliver did the same, threading his hands into her hair and returning her ardent kiss as he began to make love to her.

She felt inexplicably elated as he moved inside her.  Something was happening here, something far beyond anything she’d ever experienced since the start of their relationship.  Oliver had always been very generous in bed, but this time…he was giving even more.  Truth be told, it felt like he was giving her everything, and holding nothing back.

And heaven help her, she was taking it, receiving it with both hands and offering herself in return.  Her hands never stopped moving, caressing his shoulders, his elbows, every inch of him that she could reach.  Oliver rained soft kisses on her lips, cheeks, and forehead, and stroked her hair with his fingers, all the while making sweet, sweet love to her.

Desperate to please him the way he was pleasuring her, Chloe lightly pushed at his shoulders and he went over onto his back, holding her close and keeping them connected as she sat on top of him.  His hands dropped to her hips, and she leaned forward and kissed the rapidly beating pulse point at his neck.

Oliver gave a low moan as her tongue darted out to taste his salty skin and her fingers teased his nipples.  His hand roamed up and down her back before settling on her hips again, guiding her movements on him.

Chloe began to feel the insistent buzz of approaching orgasm creeping along her nerves, and her legs began to tremble as she thrust harder on him.  As always, Oliver sensed her needs and shifted into a sitting position, anchoring her face with his hands and kissing her with raw emotion.

Chloe moaned into his mouth as she edged urgently towards release.  Her legs went around his waist until he was deeply sheathed within her, and together they moved as one, united beyond the physical.

Sensation burst through her and she cried out in ecstasy, clutching him as her insides pulsed with pure pleasure.   Oliver pumped into her hard and fast, and then she heard him groan out loud as he stiffened, flooding her insides with liquid heat.

Eventually he relaxed and collapsed back against the pillows, exhausted.  Chloe breathed deeply and rested her cheek on his damp chest, her fingers drawing idle patterns on his pecs.

In her life, she’d never experienced anything so intense, so…deeply unifying.  As she floated back to reality, the enormity of their lovemaking loomed large and loud, and her hand stilled on his chest.

She was slipping.  At some unknown point over the months, she’d dropped her guard and gotten soft where Oliver was concerned.  She couldn’t put her finger on exactly when, but now that she was fully aware of just how far she’d fallen, she was ready to flip the switch back into reverse.

She tensed and started to rise, but once again, Oliver was one step ahead of her.  He tightened his arm around her, keeping them intimately joined.

“Stay,” he murmured sleepily.

I can’t, she thought wildly.  “I, er…I need to go to the bathroom -”

“No, you don’t,” he whispered, wrapping his other arm around her so that it was impossible for her to move away.  He burrowed his fingers in her hair and gently stroked the back of her neck.  “Stay with me.  Please.”

Chloe gulped and ceased wriggling.  She conceded to herself that perhaps it was a tad distasteful to get up and walk away from the man who had just finished pleasuring her eight ways to Sunday, so she relaxed, determined to slip away when he dropped off to sleep, which didn’t seem to be too far off.

She hadn’t counted on was being the one to succumb to post-orgasmic lassitude first.  As Oliver’s gentle fingers caressed her nape, her lashes drifted shut and she dozed off, a feeling of safety and contentment stealing over her.

***

She awoke the same way she fell asleep; sprawled over Ollie with his fingers sifting through her hair.  She blinked and lifted her head slightly, managing to make out her lover’s face through her drowsy gaze.

“Hi,” she said with a smile, her voice husky from sleep.

Ollie didn’t smile back, but returned her gaze with an intense one of his own.  Chloe stared back at him, a feeling of foreboding gathering in the air.

He swallowed, and finally spoke.

“I love you.”

Chloe’s heart literally stopped beating, and she froze, completely immobilised by that simple confession.

He went on.  “I didn’t say it yesterday, because I knew you’d brush it off and explain it away as a heat-of-the-moment thing…but I’ve had a long, long time to think about this, and I just can’t keep it to myself anymore.  I love you, Chloe.”

This time, it was her turn to swallow, or at least attempt to; she found her mouth was suddenly dry, and her heart was thumping so fast and so hard she thought she might have a heart attack.

Everything she’d tried to avoid, everything she’d been determined not to subject herself to….

…it was happening again.  Only this time, she had so much more to lose.

Fear reflexively rose up in her throat, and she made a choked sound and covered her mouth.  Oliver’s brow furrowed in concern at her expression, and he stroked her arms lightly.

“Chloe, what is it?”

A slight tremor ran through her.  “You need to let me go to the bathroom now,” she said shakily.

His frown deepened.  “Are you okay?”

She shook her head.  “No,” she whispered as she felt the blood drain from her face.  “I think I’m about to be sick.”

***

Chapter 15…