[Fic Clark/Oliver] First Date
Title: First Date
Author:mitsuki_shizuka
Fandom/Genre: Smallville AU/ Romance, Slash
Pairing(s): Clark/Oliver
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,5k words
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the show
Summary: Oliver Queen is working for his parents' company, a few years away from taking over. Clark's an employee Oliver asks out even if it's against the rules. This is their first date.
Author's notes: This is for svgurl 's birthday. I hope you had an excellent birthday and hopefully you'll like this story! This is a very last minute fic I wrote (I just finished it, 5 a.m. and I'm exhausted) so I didn't have it beta read and I apologize if there are mistakes in this story. That said, I might write more in this verse.
A/N' : In this AU, Clark's human and Tess is Oliver's sister.
"You asked one of your employees out? Oliver, are you out of your mind?" Tess barges in his office, her usual chignon undone and her red hair falling on her shoulders freely, indicating the end of a work day. Oliver's tired after eight hours of work and judging by her look, Tess is just as tired as he is.
"Tess, I don't need your-"
"He's your employee," Tess stresses the last word as she sits down opposite Oliver at his desk. "You know you can’t date employees, he could lose his job and I don't think he could afford that."
She’s right, of course. Oliver works for his parents rotating between many positions to be as polyvalent as possible, a few years away from being CEO of Queen Industries. At the moment he’s director of sales and marketing for the electronics branch of the company. Clark is merely a tech assistant part time to pay off his grad school and relationships between superiors and employees are strictly forbidden so as to not cloud superiors’ judgment and work.
"I know that," Oliver heaves a sigh, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "But it's already done, what do you want me to do? Cancel our date? Stand him up?"
"Look, Oliver, I know getting over Bruce hasn't been easy on you," Tess says with softer tone, knowing Bruce Wayne is a delicate subject. "And I'm sure that Charles guy-
“His name’s Clark.”
“Fine, I’m sure Clark is a perfectly decent guy, but it can't happen, and you know it."
"Why not, Tess? I mean, aren't there things worth taking a risk for?" Oliver says and gets up from his desk chair, loosening his numb limbs and stretching his back. He goes over to his mini bar and pours himself some wine, proposing Tess some but she declines. "Besides, the date's tonight."
"You can still call him, say you have to work late, I'm sure he'll understand," Tess suggests.
“I don’t want to cancel it, I was really looking forward to this date,” Oliver admits and downs his glass, reveling in the lingering sweetness of the wine.
“Oh, Oliver,” Tess stands up, walking towards him. “You already have it bad for him, don't you?”
“Come on, Tess, don't be ridiculous,” Oliver snorts and pours himself another glass.
“I'm right, aren't I?” Tess takes Oliver's glass from him, putting it down before he can start drinking more than necessary. Oliver’s never been lucky when it came to relationships. The guys he dated in the past were either jerks or not as committed as Oliver is. The longest he’s been in a relationship was with Bruce Wayne and even that ended up badly. “All right, fine. You can count on me to cover you at work.”
“Thanks sis,” Oliver hugs her, glad to have his sister’s support. Tess can be hard on him sometimes but he’s actually grateful, knowing she has only his best interests at heart. “Now, I have to go ready for my date.”
“Don’t scare him away, okay?” Tess says as they leave the office.
Oliver prepares a retort but Tess’ knowing gaze stops him from doing so. He shrugs it off, taking her advice into account. They talk business as they walk together out of the building and part when they get to Tess’ car.
“Have a good night, Oliver.”
“I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, okay? Say hi to George and the kids,” he kisses her cheek and heads back to his apartment.
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Clark is breathtaking, even when wearing a simple white shirt and dark jeans. Oliver picks him up at his apartment and meets Clark’s roommate, a petite blonde lady whose name he learns is Chloe. They walk the few blocks from Clark’s apartment to a little Thai restaurant where they made their reservation earlier.
“Could you bring us two wine glasses please?” Oliver asks a waiter as they sit at their table, putting the bottle of red he took with him on the table.
“Trying to get me drunk on the first date, Mr Queen?” Clark teases, flashing a toothy grin Oliver fell for a long time ago.
“Actually, yes, I’ve discovered people found me irresistible when they’re drunk,” Oliver banters back and takes the menu he’s being handed by the waiter.
“Well, in that case, I’ll have you know you don’t need me drunk to realize that,” Clark winks at him, taking Oliver’s hand in his, a bold move Oliver appreciates and responds to with a smile.
“Nevertheless, let’s not waste some good wine,” Oliver says and fills their glasses with dark red liquid, bringing up his glass to propose a toast. “To our first date.”
“To our first date,” Clark repeats, tapping Oliver’s glass softly before taking a sip. “This is good,” Clark adds as he breathes in the strong aroma emanating from his glass.
“I’m glad you enjoy it.”
The rest of the date goes extremely well, the conversation never stops-which is a huge relief, Oliver’s never liked awkward silences, he needs someone he’ll always have something to talk about and yet-and the more Oliver gets to know Clark, the more he likes him. If there’s something Oliver’s going to remember about Clark is that the man has a kind heart. And he makes Oliver’s laugh without even trying to be funny. And Clark is a dog person, just like Oliver. All right, Oliver can’t just reduce Clark to one thing. Clark is everything Oliver’s ever hoped for and people might say it’s too soon to tell, but after all the men Oliver’s gone through, he knows. He knows Clark is the one.
As mentioned before, the rest of the date goes extremely well. Until Oliver ruins it. When they leave the restaurant, it’s almost midnight and they’re just tipsy so they manage to walk straight on their way back to Clark’s apartment. Oliver feels comfortable, walking alongside Clark, his arm wrapped around Clark’s waist and his fuzzy head resting on Clark’s shoulder-they’re even the same height, they’re perfect for each other! When they reach Clark’s front door, Oliver’s antsy to get his good night kiss; the one he’s been thinking about throughout the entire night-hell, the one he’s been thinking about ever since he’s set eyes on Clark
The kiss is perfect. Clark makes the first move, cupping Oliver’s face to bring their lips together, tongues darting out tentatively at first before settling together comfortably in a warm embrace. Oliver hold Clark’s body close, his arms snaking their way up Clark’s strong back. Oliver’s overwhelmed by the kiss, by the sweet taste of wine on Clark’s tongue, by Clark’s scent, Clark’s warm body. He’s lost in Clark.
“I think I’m in love with you,” Oliver breathes out against Clark’s lips when they break the kiss. It takes him a second to realize what he just let slip out, his mind still a bit numb from the alcohol.
“What?” Clark jerks back, looking at Oliver with wide eyes and keeping him at arm’s range with his hands on Oliver’s shoulders.
“Nothing,” Oliver says, already hating himself for his own stupidity. “Forget I said anything, all right?”
“You…you’re in love with me?” Clark looks utterly stunned and just like that, Oliver knows he blew it. Blew his one chance at happiness.
Oh the hell with it, Oliver thinks, he might as well go down swinging. “Yes, Clark Kent, we’ve only been on one date and I fell in love with you. I’m not a lunatic or some desperate psycho, trust me. I’ve been through so many disappointments when it comes to relationships that I just know what I want. And honestly, what’s not to love about you?”
“I…Oliver…”
“I know, this is ridiculous,” Oliver heaves a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “I always do this, scare people off.”
“I really like you,” Clark says, taking Oliver’s face in his hands to look him straight in the eye. Oliver loves Clark’s green eyes, they’re so clear and kind, convey so much more emotion than Oliver could possibly imagine. “It’s just…I feel like you’ve skipped a few steps here. I don’t think I’m ready-”
“I’m not pressuring you to do anything, Clark,” Oliver says hurriedly. “We can take this slow, as slow as you want, just-Please, don’t give up on me for being such a freak?”
Oliver waits for Clark’s response for what seems like forever. Oliver’s heart is racing and he’s seeking Clark’s green eyes for an answer, trying to decipher what Clark’s thinking.
“Next Saturday night, come pick me up? 7, like tonight?”
“You got it,” Oliver chuckles in relief, hugging Clark tightly. He dares another kiss, which Clark welcomes fully, before leaving Clark’s building with his heart full of hope and glee.
Clark is the one.
He knows it.
The End