Self Control - Oneshot
“Chloe, can you drink this for me?”
“You still haven’t told Clark?”
“No. Please? I’ll owe you big time.”
“Let’s just hope I’m not too hung over in the morning if I’m going to be drinking for us both.”
“It’s a high school reunion. You’re allowed to get completely trashed.”
Chloe took the drink, sipping the spiked punch. She blinked, running her tongue over her lip at the strange taste. Her brow furrowed, looking at the liquid inside. It wasn’t green, but it sure tasted funny. Perhaps the football players still hadn’t upgraded from the cheap liquor they used to get their hands on in high school. A strange look came over her face.
“I have to go.”
“Go now? What? Did you just have a revelation on a story?”
Chloe did not answer, instead just leaving the gymnasium of Smallville High.
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“Watchtower? What are you doing here?”
“I’m quitting the Planet. I don’t know why I didn’t do it sooner…I’m coming on the road with you guys. Anything you need, I’m yours.”
“Are you okay?”
“Perfect.”
“No, seriously. How much did you drink at the reunion?”
She shook her head, grinning at him. “Nothing.” Her hands reached out, grasping his shirt and pulling him to her. Momentarily stunned at the feel of her lips on his, it took a moment to react, barely registering that her fingers had begun to undo the buttons on his shirt. Coherency returned and he grasped her hands to stop her from continuing.
“You’re not acting like yourself,” he stated seriously, seeing a slightly vacant look within her eyes. She blinked- the smile still on her features.
“Of course I am, Oliver.”
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“Hey, I need your help….No, she’s not missing, she’s right here.”
He cleared his throat as her hands traveled south. He jumped up from the couch, clutching the phone to his ear, walking away. There was an extreme amount of self-control being exercised at the moment on his part. She was crafty and sure as hell knew what to do to get him riled up. But then again, he knew something was off about her and he was not going to take advantage of the situation.
“What happened? Burn her? Lois, what the hell crackpot Smallville thing is going on now?”
“LOIS?” Chloe asked, looking angry and slightly possessive. She stood up, hands going to her hips. Oliver was fairly sure she had been listening to his end of the conversation.
“You sure this is going to work?” He asked quickly, hearing the brunette’s assurances that it would and muttering something about bitchy cheerleaders with a grudge. “Okay, I should go.”
What the hell was he going to burn her with?
“How about some coffee?”
He needed to think. Life sucked sometimes.
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Oliver listened as she prattled enthusiastically about some subject that he was supposed to be interested in. He was more concerned with the fact that she was acting like a Stepford Wife. He took the kettle of water off the stove, his coffee machine having been broken a few weeks ago when Bart and Vic decided to play football in the kitchen. Turning, Oliver had not realized that she had come up beside him and the hot kettle touched her arm. Alarmed, he cursed under his breath and put the scalding object back onto the stove.
Chloe blinked as he took her arm to appraise the burn.
“Where am I?...And why are you half-dressed?”
He stared back at her, completely dumbfounded. He groaned slightly in relief, causing her to look at him curiously. She left a little while later and he took a cold shower.
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“I promise I’m not going to jump you.”
He looked up from his computer screen, seeing Chloe step out of the elevator.
“I just came to apologize. I don’t know what I did…though I have a really good idea.”
“Don’t worry about it, Watchtower. Lois explained the Krypto-ade to me already.”
“How much did she explain?”
“Enough.”
“Oh,” she voiced, face coloring slightly and averting her eyes for a moment. She bit her lip, seemingly steeling herself for something. “Look, Ollie, I don’t want things to be awkward between us…”
“Chloe, do you have any idea how much self-control it took to keep you away?”
Judging by the look on her face that was clearly not the response she was expecting.
“Do I have to burn you with something?”
“If it makes you feel better,” he grinned, seeing something like relief or hope form behind her eyes. At least, he hoped that was what it was.
They barely made it to the bedroom.