Touch - Prompt 2 - Chloe/Oliver - T
Title: Touch
Rating: T
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Chloe/Oliver
Prompt: #2 - Passion
Table: Found HERE.
Summary: His touch was blinding.
Prompts: #1 - Blood,
2/10
Touch
She'd never known anything like this. The simplest of touches, a brush of his fingers against her cheek, and the whole of her was on fire. Those same fingers had evoked the same feeling with each touch; in far more intimate places than just her cheek. It was like electric currents of awareness running through her, from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair.
Every person before him felt like an inexperienced boy. Barely scraping the surface of her; finding a pretty girl and an opportunity to fill a need. But with Oliver it was so different; vastly and immensely different. When he touched her, he caressed her. Rough fingertips grazing soft flesh not because he could, but because he needed to. His hard lean body pressing her up against a wall, hands roaming over and under clothes, pushing them out of the way for just a little hint of her skin. He wanted, needed, desired all of her. The flat expanse of her stomach, the curve of her hips, the back of her knees, her small round toes even. He'd kissed, touched, loved every inch.
And with a simple look thrown her way, she knew he was thinking of it, remembering how it felt and wanting an encore. This was them; a never-ending dance of heat and want and having. Any time of the day; any hour or second they were near each other. He could put his touch through words; a short phone call and a few words spoken in that deep voice of his and she was Jell-O. Near or far, she was stuck in the passionate haze of Oliver Queen.
She knew his reputation; he was a fantastic lover but he didn't stick around. That wasn't what was happening here though. Oh he stuck around, he deigned never to leave. He was there when she woke up, bare of clothing and sprawled out on his back next to her, hand reaching across to touch her. She woke up to him lazily kissing her shoulders or stroking her hair, watching her with that dazed expression of adoration some mornings when she knew she didn't look nearly as appealing. But he loved her still, loved the soft expression of sleep still covering her face and the mess of her hair as he slid his fingers into it, holding her face close so he could press those slow, lingering kisses that made her forget anything existed but him.
She couldn't remember how it happened, she just knew that one day they were friends, co-workers, partners, and the next he was inside of her. Deep and full and god it was the most intense thing she'd ever felt. And it never ended; not like how she'd been warning herself it might. Days became weeks and then months and then a couple years passed and those feelings didn't dim. They were there, always, waiting to be acted upon.
The brush of his hand against her cheek and she was already weak in the knees, looking up at him with that sweet, seductive smile of hers.
"What are you thinking, Sidekick?" he asked.
She reached out, her palm sliding against his cheek and she saw it - right there. That same reaction she always got when he touched her. The glazed eyes, stuttered breath, shaking with need expression. She licked her lips, feeling an inner triumph as his eyes follow the path of her tongue. "I'm thinking about what we should be doing right about now."
He smirked, arm wrapping around her waist and drawing her up against him. "I can arrange that," he murmured, before pressing his lips to hers.
And all the world was but a background to the passion that was them.
[ Next: Prompt #3 - Why?]
Author's Note: Less sad, huh? I liked this one. The next one is Question. Hope you enjoyed this! Reviews are sustenance, readers! Luv yas - Fina!
Rating: T
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Chloe/Oliver
Prompt: #2 - Passion
Table: Found HERE.
Summary: His touch was blinding.
Prompts: #1 - Blood,
2/10
Touch
She'd never known anything like this. The simplest of touches, a brush of his fingers against her cheek, and the whole of her was on fire. Those same fingers had evoked the same feeling with each touch; in far more intimate places than just her cheek. It was like electric currents of awareness running through her, from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair.
Every person before him felt like an inexperienced boy. Barely scraping the surface of her; finding a pretty girl and an opportunity to fill a need. But with Oliver it was so different; vastly and immensely different. When he touched her, he caressed her. Rough fingertips grazing soft flesh not because he could, but because he needed to. His hard lean body pressing her up against a wall, hands roaming over and under clothes, pushing them out of the way for just a little hint of her skin. He wanted, needed, desired all of her. The flat expanse of her stomach, the curve of her hips, the back of her knees, her small round toes even. He'd kissed, touched, loved every inch.
And with a simple look thrown her way, she knew he was thinking of it, remembering how it felt and wanting an encore. This was them; a never-ending dance of heat and want and having. Any time of the day; any hour or second they were near each other. He could put his touch through words; a short phone call and a few words spoken in that deep voice of his and she was Jell-O. Near or far, she was stuck in the passionate haze of Oliver Queen.
She knew his reputation; he was a fantastic lover but he didn't stick around. That wasn't what was happening here though. Oh he stuck around, he deigned never to leave. He was there when she woke up, bare of clothing and sprawled out on his back next to her, hand reaching across to touch her. She woke up to him lazily kissing her shoulders or stroking her hair, watching her with that dazed expression of adoration some mornings when she knew she didn't look nearly as appealing. But he loved her still, loved the soft expression of sleep still covering her face and the mess of her hair as he slid his fingers into it, holding her face close so he could press those slow, lingering kisses that made her forget anything existed but him.
She couldn't remember how it happened, she just knew that one day they were friends, co-workers, partners, and the next he was inside of her. Deep and full and god it was the most intense thing she'd ever felt. And it never ended; not like how she'd been warning herself it might. Days became weeks and then months and then a couple years passed and those feelings didn't dim. They were there, always, waiting to be acted upon.
The brush of his hand against her cheek and she was already weak in the knees, looking up at him with that sweet, seductive smile of hers.
"What are you thinking, Sidekick?" he asked.
She reached out, her palm sliding against his cheek and she saw it - right there. That same reaction she always got when he touched her. The glazed eyes, stuttered breath, shaking with need expression. She licked her lips, feeling an inner triumph as his eyes follow the path of her tongue. "I'm thinking about what we should be doing right about now."
He smirked, arm wrapping around her waist and drawing her up against him. "I can arrange that," he murmured, before pressing his lips to hers.
And all the world was but a background to the passion that was them.
[ Next: Prompt #3 - Why?]
Author's Note: Less sad, huh? I liked this one. The next one is Question. Hope you enjoyed this! Reviews are sustenance, readers! Luv yas - Fina!