5 Times Oliver Used Sex to Distract Chloe--2/5
Author: BlueSuede
Title: 5 Times Oliver Used Sex (Successfully or Unsuccessfully) to Distract Chloe
Rating: this chapter: G
Genre: Romance/Smut
Pairings: Chloe/Oliver
Summary: Title speaks for itself
Warning: none. Smut next time, I promise.
1. Because They Wrecked Watchtower
2. Because He Was Hiding Something in the Clocktower
This is possibly one of the dumbest nights of my life. Jeez, I’m such an idiot.
“This has been really nice,” Chloe sighed, leaning back in her seat next to him.
Really stupid. Really, really stupid. Oliver cringed mentally. She was going to kill him. The moment they got into his apartment she was absolutely without a doubt going to kill him .
At the moment, however, contrary to his ominous predictions, Chloe slipped her small hand into his, lacing their fingers together and squeezing his hand. She glanced over at him and smiled sleepily.
Yep, dead man walking.
He breathed out shakily, and Chloe finally noticed his agitation. She raised an eyebrow at him, head lifting from her headrest slightly.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“Me? I’m fine!” he said, a little too quickly. Then, noting the all-too-not-fooled expression on her face, he added more reassuringly, “Really. Sorry. I’m good.”
She smiled slightly, still not sure she believed him, but letting it go for the moment. “Okaaay...well, anyway, not to sound like a high schooler coming home from prom, but...I had a really good time tonight,” she grinned, winking at him.
He grinned back, trying not to think about the number of different shades of red her face was going to turn.
He slammed his foot on the break suddenly, not having realized that the light ahead had already changed.
“Oliver!” Chloe cried out, clutching her chest as the car rocked back slightly and they both fell back against their seats.
“Sorry!” he cringed. “Sorry.” He took a deep breath before loosening his death grip on the steering wheel.
She brought a hand up to cup his cheek, turning his face to meet his eyes. “Hey. What’s going on?”
“Nothing. I’m sorry.” Then he grinned at her slyly. “I’m just distracted. I blame that dress you’ve got on.” He winked.
Chloe rolled her eyes, releasing him. She chuckled to herself. “Save it ‘til we get home, Romeo,” she teased.
He pressed his lips together in a thin line as he turned his eyes back to the road. Yeah...probably about fourteen shades of red. Maybe fifteen.
He repressed a sigh, thinking of how well the evening had started out. They’d finally made their first really public outing as a couple. He’d taken her to dinner and the opera. It was her birthday. Everything had been perfect.
Until she’d spotted the couple in the balcony just below and adjacent to them, at the exact moment that the man was giving his date a very expensive, extravagant looking tennis bracelet.
...and they’d gotten into an argument about how he only bought her gifts when he felt guilty about something, the argument eventually turning into an accusation that he’d been cheating on her again and she should have known something was up when he surprised her with tickets to the opera.
Chloe, with a look of mingled pity and amusement, had torn her eyes away and shot him a conspiratorial look. “And that is exactly why I’m so glad we agreed on no gifts. It just creates unnecessary complications.” She’d grinned at him, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Taking me out was the perfect gift for my birthday. You didn’t need to do anything else, and that just shows how well we know each other. Gifts are pointless.”
At which point the nausea had set into Oliver’s stomach, his mind drifting uneasily to the Clocktower, where her big gift was waiting.
Dead. I’m dead. I’m one million different kinds of dead. Okay. Plan. I need a plan. His mind traveled rapidly over several different courses of action. There was no avoiding the fact that she was coming back to the Clocktower for the night. That was already set.
And the...gift was sitting right out there in the open. It was virtually impossible to miss. If he could distract her on the way into the bedroom, though....maybe, just maybe she wouldn’t notice it. Then, once she was asleep, he could sneak out and...do something with it...temporarily until he figured out for sure how to get rid of it. He wondered if he could return it...he was going to feel like a major heel, though. Personally, he was already really attached to the damn thing.
Still...distraction. That was the key. God, he just hoped it didn’t make any noise when they got in.
As soon as they pulled into the garage he was out of the car and helping her out of her seat, pulling her into a scorching kiss. His hands traveled down her back over the tight black fabric of her tiny strapless dress, and he gripped her ass tightly, pulling her against him.
Chloe grinned into his kiss, biting his lip gently. “Someone’s in a good mood,” she joked. “What’s gotten into you, tonight?”
“I just find you very attractive right now,” he teased, his lips finding her neck.
She laughed, her head falling back as she felt his teeth nibbling gently at her pulse point. “As opposed to all those other times when you thought I was....?”
“Good point. All right, I find you attractive normally,” he planted a kiss on her lips, pulling back to meet her eyes. “Right now I find you irresistible.” He kissed her again, this time persuading her lips apart and sliding his tongue past them.
Chloe moaned into his mouth, already getting hot and bothered from his hands caressing her thighs. “Mmm...well why don’t you not resist me upstairs?” she suggested, arms sliding around his neck.
“Upstairs? Upstairs, right. Yeah, upstairs,” Oliver said breathlessly, and Chloe chuckled.
“That’s the general idea,” she said, laughing.
Stumbling and kissing and getting altogether tangled up in each other, they made it to the elevator, and eventually up to the penthouse, and even more surprisingly, across the floor toward the bedroom without incident, Oliver keeping his lips on hers all the way, praying she kept her eyes shut. Neither of them noticed as they entered that there a very large, very empty cage in the center of the room, its door open.
Grateful that he didn’t have to remove his hands from Chloe to work the doorknob, but not stopping to think about what it meant that it was open, Oliver pushed through into his bedroom, Chloe in his arms. As soon as they were in he turned them around, dropping her to her feet and pressing her against the wall, his hands planted on the wall on either side of her face. Chloe grinned at him, wrapping slipping her hands around his neck and tangling them in his hair while he pressed his nose against hers, relief swelling in him.
“Happy Birthday, Sidekick,” he said, his smile wide.
“Why, thank you,” she smiled at him, a laugh bubbling to her lips as his mouth descended on her neck yet again. Then, beyond his shoulder, something caught her attention, and he felt her body register mild surprise over something. Then she was laughing, burying her face in his shoulder and then raising her eyes up as she failed entirely at suppressing a smile. “Is this your way of asking if we can keep him?” she giggled lightly.
Oliver closed his eyes momentarily, praying that he wasn’t going to find what he thought he was going to find when he turned around. Summoning up his courage, he craned his neck over his shoulder to see what was causing her body to shake with laughter.
There, standing on the floor of his bedroom--though God only knew how it had gotten out of its cage--was a six month old Golden Retriever puppy, holding up one of Chloe’s shoes, which was completely in tatters, and wagging its tail happily at her, as if asking if she wanted to play with it, too.
Cringing, Oliver looked up at the ceiling. “His name is Bernstein?” he offered, praying she didn’t castrate him.
“Aww,” Chloe cooed, moving out of his arms and towards the puppy. “He’s so cute! Where did he come from?” she asked, kneeling down and picking him up, removing her hopelessly lost shoe from its teeth. The puppy squirmed and started licking her face relentlessly.
“Oh, you know...a breeder,” Oliver said uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck, unsure what this meant. “Am I in trouble?” he asked cautiously.
Chloe looked up, confused and having difficulty talking as the puppy refused to stop licking her face, even as she pushed it away. “Why--why would--” she sputtered, laughing, “Why would you be in trouble?” she gasped.
“Well...it was a birthday gift,” he said nervously. “And I know how you feel about gifts.” Now, he added mentally.
Understanding dawned on her face as the puppy re-situated itself in her arms, noting the decorative rhinestones clustered on the neckline of her dress and starting to gnaw on them. “Ollie...you thought...” she shook her head, a smile dancing on her lips. “I’m sorry. Remember what I said about knowing each other really well, though?” she said, and he nodded, his stomach starting to unclench. “We know each other well enough not to do something stupid like try to buy forgiveness with gifts. This...” she giggled as she tried to lift the puppy away from her dress, “this is adorable.” She grinned up at him.
“Thank God,” Oliver laughed, coming to join her. “So...he should probably go outside...” he said thoughtfully, looking around and wondering what other shenanigans the dog had gotten up to once it broke out of its cage. Leave it to him to find the only dog in the world that moonlighted as an escape artist.
Next: Because He Really Didn't Want Her to Take that Call
Title: 5 Times Oliver Used Sex (Successfully or Unsuccessfully) to Distract Chloe
Rating: this chapter: G
Genre: Romance/Smut
Pairings: Chloe/Oliver
Summary: Title speaks for itself
Warning: none. Smut next time, I promise.
1. Because They Wrecked Watchtower
2. Because He Was Hiding Something in the Clocktower
This is possibly one of the dumbest nights of my life. Jeez, I’m such an idiot.
“This has been really nice,” Chloe sighed, leaning back in her seat next to him.
Really stupid. Really, really stupid. Oliver cringed mentally. She was going to kill him. The moment they got into his apartment she was absolutely without a doubt going to kill him .
At the moment, however, contrary to his ominous predictions, Chloe slipped her small hand into his, lacing their fingers together and squeezing his hand. She glanced over at him and smiled sleepily.
Yep, dead man walking.
He breathed out shakily, and Chloe finally noticed his agitation. She raised an eyebrow at him, head lifting from her headrest slightly.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“Me? I’m fine!” he said, a little too quickly. Then, noting the all-too-not-fooled expression on her face, he added more reassuringly, “Really. Sorry. I’m good.”
She smiled slightly, still not sure she believed him, but letting it go for the moment. “Okaaay...well, anyway, not to sound like a high schooler coming home from prom, but...I had a really good time tonight,” she grinned, winking at him.
He grinned back, trying not to think about the number of different shades of red her face was going to turn.
He slammed his foot on the break suddenly, not having realized that the light ahead had already changed.
“Oliver!” Chloe cried out, clutching her chest as the car rocked back slightly and they both fell back against their seats.
“Sorry!” he cringed. “Sorry.” He took a deep breath before loosening his death grip on the steering wheel.
She brought a hand up to cup his cheek, turning his face to meet his eyes. “Hey. What’s going on?”
“Nothing. I’m sorry.” Then he grinned at her slyly. “I’m just distracted. I blame that dress you’ve got on.” He winked.
Chloe rolled her eyes, releasing him. She chuckled to herself. “Save it ‘til we get home, Romeo,” she teased.
He pressed his lips together in a thin line as he turned his eyes back to the road. Yeah...probably about fourteen shades of red. Maybe fifteen.
He repressed a sigh, thinking of how well the evening had started out. They’d finally made their first really public outing as a couple. He’d taken her to dinner and the opera. It was her birthday. Everything had been perfect.
Until she’d spotted the couple in the balcony just below and adjacent to them, at the exact moment that the man was giving his date a very expensive, extravagant looking tennis bracelet.
...and they’d gotten into an argument about how he only bought her gifts when he felt guilty about something, the argument eventually turning into an accusation that he’d been cheating on her again and she should have known something was up when he surprised her with tickets to the opera.
Chloe, with a look of mingled pity and amusement, had torn her eyes away and shot him a conspiratorial look. “And that is exactly why I’m so glad we agreed on no gifts. It just creates unnecessary complications.” She’d grinned at him, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Taking me out was the perfect gift for my birthday. You didn’t need to do anything else, and that just shows how well we know each other. Gifts are pointless.”
At which point the nausea had set into Oliver’s stomach, his mind drifting uneasily to the Clocktower, where her big gift was waiting.
Dead. I’m dead. I’m one million different kinds of dead. Okay. Plan. I need a plan. His mind traveled rapidly over several different courses of action. There was no avoiding the fact that she was coming back to the Clocktower for the night. That was already set.
And the...gift was sitting right out there in the open. It was virtually impossible to miss. If he could distract her on the way into the bedroom, though....maybe, just maybe she wouldn’t notice it. Then, once she was asleep, he could sneak out and...do something with it...temporarily until he figured out for sure how to get rid of it. He wondered if he could return it...he was going to feel like a major heel, though. Personally, he was already really attached to the damn thing.
Still...distraction. That was the key. God, he just hoped it didn’t make any noise when they got in.
As soon as they pulled into the garage he was out of the car and helping her out of her seat, pulling her into a scorching kiss. His hands traveled down her back over the tight black fabric of her tiny strapless dress, and he gripped her ass tightly, pulling her against him.
Chloe grinned into his kiss, biting his lip gently. “Someone’s in a good mood,” she joked. “What’s gotten into you, tonight?”
“I just find you very attractive right now,” he teased, his lips finding her neck.
She laughed, her head falling back as she felt his teeth nibbling gently at her pulse point. “As opposed to all those other times when you thought I was....?”
“Good point. All right, I find you attractive normally,” he planted a kiss on her lips, pulling back to meet her eyes. “Right now I find you irresistible.” He kissed her again, this time persuading her lips apart and sliding his tongue past them.
Chloe moaned into his mouth, already getting hot and bothered from his hands caressing her thighs. “Mmm...well why don’t you not resist me upstairs?” she suggested, arms sliding around his neck.
“Upstairs? Upstairs, right. Yeah, upstairs,” Oliver said breathlessly, and Chloe chuckled.
“That’s the general idea,” she said, laughing.
Stumbling and kissing and getting altogether tangled up in each other, they made it to the elevator, and eventually up to the penthouse, and even more surprisingly, across the floor toward the bedroom without incident, Oliver keeping his lips on hers all the way, praying she kept her eyes shut. Neither of them noticed as they entered that there a very large, very empty cage in the center of the room, its door open.
Grateful that he didn’t have to remove his hands from Chloe to work the doorknob, but not stopping to think about what it meant that it was open, Oliver pushed through into his bedroom, Chloe in his arms. As soon as they were in he turned them around, dropping her to her feet and pressing her against the wall, his hands planted on the wall on either side of her face. Chloe grinned at him, wrapping slipping her hands around his neck and tangling them in his hair while he pressed his nose against hers, relief swelling in him.
“Happy Birthday, Sidekick,” he said, his smile wide.
“Why, thank you,” she smiled at him, a laugh bubbling to her lips as his mouth descended on her neck yet again. Then, beyond his shoulder, something caught her attention, and he felt her body register mild surprise over something. Then she was laughing, burying her face in his shoulder and then raising her eyes up as she failed entirely at suppressing a smile. “Is this your way of asking if we can keep him?” she giggled lightly.
Oliver closed his eyes momentarily, praying that he wasn’t going to find what he thought he was going to find when he turned around. Summoning up his courage, he craned his neck over his shoulder to see what was causing her body to shake with laughter.
There, standing on the floor of his bedroom--though God only knew how it had gotten out of its cage--was a six month old Golden Retriever puppy, holding up one of Chloe’s shoes, which was completely in tatters, and wagging its tail happily at her, as if asking if she wanted to play with it, too.
Cringing, Oliver looked up at the ceiling. “His name is Bernstein?” he offered, praying she didn’t castrate him.
“Aww,” Chloe cooed, moving out of his arms and towards the puppy. “He’s so cute! Where did he come from?” she asked, kneeling down and picking him up, removing her hopelessly lost shoe from its teeth. The puppy squirmed and started licking her face relentlessly.
“Oh, you know...a breeder,” Oliver said uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck, unsure what this meant. “Am I in trouble?” he asked cautiously.
Chloe looked up, confused and having difficulty talking as the puppy refused to stop licking her face, even as she pushed it away. “Why--why would--” she sputtered, laughing, “Why would you be in trouble?” she gasped.
“Well...it was a birthday gift,” he said nervously. “And I know how you feel about gifts.” Now, he added mentally.
Understanding dawned on her face as the puppy re-situated itself in her arms, noting the decorative rhinestones clustered on the neckline of her dress and starting to gnaw on them. “Ollie...you thought...” she shook her head, a smile dancing on her lips. “I’m sorry. Remember what I said about knowing each other really well, though?” she said, and he nodded, his stomach starting to unclench. “We know each other well enough not to do something stupid like try to buy forgiveness with gifts. This...” she giggled as she tried to lift the puppy away from her dress, “this is adorable.” She grinned up at him.
“Thank God,” Oliver laughed, coming to join her. “So...he should probably go outside...” he said thoughtfully, looking around and wondering what other shenanigans the dog had gotten up to once it broke out of its cage. Leave it to him to find the only dog in the world that moonlighted as an escape artist.
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