August 8, 2010

Late Night Arguments

Banner By: Andrea
Title: Late Night Arguments
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Oliver/Chloe
Word Count: 1530
Rating: NC-17
Kink: Make-up sex
Warnings: None
Prompt: "Oliver and Chloe get into their first fight as a couple." written for Rounds fo kink.



Oliver pushed open his office door, yanking at his tie, Chloe hot on his heels. Her incessant talking was starting to get on his nerves and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep his temper in check.

“Oliver…Oliver I’m talking to you!”

When his tie finally came loose he took two more long strides over to a small cart and grabbed a blue glass bottle of sparkling water as he spoke.

“Yeah, I got that.”

He brought the bottle to his lips and Chloe glared at him. She was slightly embarrassed by his earlier behavior and beyond angry at the fact that he seemed to think now that they were sleeping together that kind of behavior was acceptable.

She lifted her arm and chucked her clutch at the back of his head. The small bag, which was equipped with cell phone, lip gloss, a mini can of mace, a pocket knife, and several other small items, slammed into him. The force knocked his head forward causing his hand to jerk and spill the water down the front of his shirt.

Oliver’s jaw clenched and he closed his eyes, briefly counting to ten in his head before spinning around on his heels. His brow was furrowed as he scowled in her direction and rubbed the back of his head.

“What the hell was that for?”

She gaped at him as if he were speaking a different language. He wondered for a minute if maybe he was, after all he was multi-lingual, but one glance at the expression currently being displayed on her face and he knew he hadn’t.

“Are you kidding me? What was that for? Oliver were you not at the same party as me tonight? What was going through your head? You made a scene!”

He rolled his eyes and capped the water before placing it back on the tray.

“I didn’t make a scene.”

“You hit some guy and then had him thrown out of a Queen Industries event! How is that not making a scene?”

“He grabbed your ass Chloe more than once and practically molested you in the middle of the room. What would you have me do?”

She let out a frustrated growl as she stomped her foot on the ground while one hand held the hem of her mauve colored dress.

Oliver’s lip twitched at the picture she made. Her face was flushed with anger, hair windblown from chasing him up the stairs and down the hall with a lethal expression on her face. She crossed her arms over her chest, cleavage pooling around the soft v-neck opening of her dress and for a minute he forgot that they were fighting.

Oliver!”

He winced, eyes traveling back up to her face.

“What?”

She pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath.

“Down stairs…the annual Queen Industries party…you hit someone…”

She was speaking slowly and he shifted so he was leaning against the front of his desk hands folded over his chest, eye brow raised.

“Yes, I was there.”

“Do you see the problem?”

A look of mock confusion crossed his face.

“You wanted me to hit him harder?”

She let out a frustrated sigh.

“Is this a joke to you? People aren’t supposed to know about this…arrangement we have. That was one of the rules, remember?”

“It was a stupid rule.”

She opened her mouth and slammed it shut as he advanced on her. She took a step back and he grinned. She could see a predatory gleam in his eyes and she licked her lips and watched as his eyes followed the movement of her tongue.

“Have you been drinking?”

“No more than usual.”

She didn’t remember seeing him with a drink, but she hadn’t been with him the whole time. She circled around him and kept walking backwards until her back hit into his desk. He stopped inches away from her hands settling against the desk beside her.

“Ollie…you could have blown our little secret tonight…this thing between us…if you can’t keep our no strings agreement…it’s not gonna work.”

She looked away from him, but he ignored her words. He was tired of all the protesting and rules. He wouldn’t tell the world about them, but he wouldn’t pretend she didn’t exist either. Oliver moved into her personal space.

His hand sliding down her arm as he watched her eyes dilate. Oliver bent his head down, warm breath brushing against her ear as he spoke.

“Secret or no secret Sidekick…our arrangement is exclusive to each other only and that…drunken ass had his hands all over one of my favorite parts of you. Now tell me if our positions were reversed and it was some bimbo with her hands all over me, you wouldn’t feel the need to knock her back a peg or two?”

Chloe could see the amusement and barely hidden lust on his face. She let out a long breath before tilting her head to the side.

“That’s really not the point.”

He smirked, head falling towards her shoulder as he placed light kisses on the exposed skin there in between his words.

“You just admitted you’d be jealous if there was another woman hitting on me.”

Chloe’s voice was high a slight indignant tone to it when she spoke.

“I did not.”

He chuckled and cupped her breast in his hand as he lightly brushed a thumb over her nipple. She moaned and the sound was about all he could take. She gave a startled yelp as he gripped her ass through the dress, lifted her up and practically shoved her onto the desk in front of him.

She opened her mouth and before she even had a word out he had the chiffon dress bunched up at her waist as he spread her legs stepping between them. She glanced at the door as his lips found her skin again. She could feel him hard against her as he pulled her closer, rubbing their bodies together.

“Oh god Ollie…is this…is this a good place to be doing this?”

He nodded as he pushed the fabric off of one breast.

“As good a place as any.”

When she pushed him back slightly and sat up he frowned until he felt small hands working his belt. He grinned and continued running his hands over her body. She slipped hers inside his boxers stroking him slowly as he groaned.

He pushed her panties aside, not bothering to take them off and slipped two fingers inside of her. She bucked against his hand and let out a small whimper. She was wet, hot, and tight. Oliver was worked up and he wasn’t sure how long he’d last if she kept up her ministrations.

He pulled his fingers from inside her and pushed her hand aside so he was griping his shaft in his hand. He shoved her back down and thrust into her in one move. He felt her legs wrap around his waist as her body tensed. He rubbed her inner thighs with his thumbs as he started moving inside of her slowly.

Soon enough she was moving with him. Oliver’s pace quickened as he kneaded her breasts. Chloe clutched at his arm that was posed on the desk on one side of her as he reached between them and rubbed her clit.

He could feel her inner walls quaver as he pushed her body to the edge. She writhed beneath him, beads of sweat dripping down her neck into her cleavage. Two more thrusts and she was coming undone beneath him. Her walls squeezed him, making him explode inside of her.

They stopped moving long enough to catch their breath and minutes later Oliver was pulling her into a seated position while he was still deep within her body. He shifted, pulled out of her and maneuvered himself back into his pants. He placed a few gentle kisses on her neck, cheek and lips before adjusting the top of her dress.

He smirked at her and raised an eyebrow.

“Did I tell you I liked this dress?”

Chloe laughed.

“I’m sure you mentioned it at some point tonight.”

“Well, it’s a gorgeous dress Professor.”

She fixed his shirt and started to redue his tie as she spoke.

“Mmm you don’t look to bad yourself Romeo.”

He stopped her hands and brought one to his lips before meeting her eyes. She could see the seriousness behind his eyes when he spoke.

“Are we okay?”

She studied him for a few minutes and shook her head. It made her exceedingly angry that she couldn’t stay mad at him, though in all fairness she was pretty sure this had been the first argument they had since getting together.

“Yea…we’re okay, but I think this is the last event I’ll be attending with you until we get better at this whole subtly thing.”

Oliver chuckled and nodded.

“Deal. Come on, I’ll take you home.”

She slid off the desk, dress flowing back to the ground as he led her out of his office. He could still hear the party going on downstairs and he grinned to himself. Oliver was pretty sure that fighting with Chloe was his new favorite pastime.

8 comments:

  1. They should fight more, then they can make-up even more. Love it!

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  2. Cute fic, lol. Sheesh, their minor spat resulted in that? I demand an even angrier sequel!

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  3. Joyblue-

    Haha they should definitly fight more if this is the outcome :-)

    Ellashy-

    Me too! Thanks for reading I'm glad you enjoyed it :-)

    Lucy-

    Hahah I dunno an angrier sequel might incude angry wall sex...ohh or sex in the elevator at Watchtower! Haha :-)

    -C

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    1. Haha it rarely happens, but when it does. Bam. Haha :)

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  5. Hot and sexy Chlollie are classic.
    Thanks for sharing.

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  6. Rereading this amazing fic
    Really love jealous Ollie :)

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