Seven Sins - M15 - Chloe/Oliver
Title: Seven Sins
Series: sarcastic_fina's Seven Sinful Ships
Category: Smallville
Word Count: 494
Ship: Chloe/Oliver
Sin: Lust
Summary: He's stuck in a never-ending denial trip, but it's one helluva ride...
Previous: Lust - Clois,
Lust - Chloe/Oliver
When he took her on the floor after a mission, he told himself it was just lust.
When he screwed her until they were both hoarse with yelling, he assured himself it was just extremely intense lust.
When he spent an entire day with her in bed, sans clothing, phones off, world forgotten, he reaffirmed that it was only lust.
On the counters, on top of her desk, against the wall, inside his secret Arrow room, on the balcony chair, in front of the fire, pressed to the shower wall, rendezvousing on top of a building, sneaking away during a free moment, it was all the power of lust.
She was beautiful; right down to the hair-brained schemes her genius mind had to get into every building that so much as looked suspicious. He loved how soft her hair was wrapped tight in his fingers, how silky her skin was beneath his traveling mouth and slick fingers. He could die a happy man, drowning in her sweet juices as he suckled her heat until she was nearly catatonic with pleasure. He had mapped out every inch of her body, could point out every beauty mark without a second thought. He knew what made her laugh, made her beg, what made her come within seconds. He delighted in every expressive look that passed her face when he touched her, whispered against her ear, caught her by surprise or stole her away.
But he wasn't meant to love her.
There were too many complications, too much danger. He wouldn't let himself fall in love, especially not with her. She was too easy to love; too easy to fall for and never get up. She was so close to having him wrapped around her little finger already that he was treading on thin ground. He knew he should back off, cut their losses and end this thing they had. But then he'd smell her; that sweet scent of her body wash or her arousal still lingering in the air as they lay exhausted. And he couldn't walk away just yet. Just one more time; he told himself. Just one more kiss and one more touch and one more vivid moment in bed together. And then he'd be sated; that was all it would take.
Just once more.
But it was never really enough. And it never could be. It would always be one more time and while he wouldn't admit to it, he couldn't stop himself. Because she was Chloe; his Watchtower, his secret lover. She who he lusted over day and night - never a break in routine - and could only have with his body, unable to let his heart loose. And she continued to accept what he gave, though he could tell with each caress and kiss that lust was not enough for her; as intense and erotic as their time was together, it couldn't be only sex.
But it would have to do.
[ Next: Lust - Chloe/Bruce.]