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2015-03-07T22:02:00.027-05:00

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Because I Said So

2012-02-02T10:14:00.001-05:00

Banner By: Andi

Title: Because I Said So
Author: Sxymami0909
Pairing: Oliver/Chloe
Rating: PG-13
Fictable Prompt: #019 Happy Birthday to You for Ziva21
Word Count: 2,779
Summary: It’s Ethan’s first birthday and apparently everyone already has plans.

Chloe slammed the house phone down and let out a frustrated sigh. It was one day until Ethan’s first birthday and so far almost all their friends and family had cancelled on her son’s birthday party claiming they had other things to do and a one year old wouldn’t remember if they were there anyway.

She turned around and glanced at the half-full sink and moved over towards it to clean out Ethan’s bottle. Chloe turned on the water, took the bottle brush and started scrubbing each bottle vigorously. She couldn’t believe her own cousin wasn’t coming out to Star City for her nephew’s first birthday.

Lois was practically the only family she had left, but apparently she and Clark had booked a nonrefundable trip and they didn’t feel it was necessary to cancel and lose all that money for a one year olds birthday. Chloe scoffed as she tossed the bottle into the sink making the plastic clatter against the metal.

Oliver glanced up from the computer in his home office at the sound of things being thrown around the kitchen. He arched an eyebrow and glanced at the clock. He was pretty sure that Ethan was upstairs taking a nap, but it was possible that his son had woken up early. He finished typing out the email he was working on, sent it, and got up to go investigate what the noise was.

He walked down the hallway towards the kitchen and the sight he came across was not what he’d expected. His wife was standing in front of the sink cleaning their son’s bottles and slamming them down on the counter when she was done. Oliver pursed his lips as his eyebrows furrowed. He leaned against the doorframe and cleared his throat. “Everything okay Sidekick?” He asked lightly though it was clear everything was not okay.

Chloe paused before glancing over her shoulder and glaring at her husband. “Tell me Oliver, you’re a smart man, does it look like everything’s okay?” She asked before turning back to the sink and picking up the last bottle.

Oliver sighed. Apparently trying to diffuse the situation that way was a bad idea. He pushed himself away from the doorframe and walked further into the kitchen. He stopped right behind her, leaned forward and shut off the water before turning her around to face him. She opened her mouth and he shook his head. “No, put down the bottle please.” He said while giving her a stern look.

Chloe sighed and rolled her eyes before dropping the bottle back in the sink and then glancing up at Oliver. “There, happy?” She asked as she glanced down and folded her arms over her chest, her lips falling into a slight pout.

Oliver wasn’t sure whether to laugh or frown at his wife’s behavior. “No, it’s not better; do you maybe want to tell me what has you slamming things around the kitchen? Or are you just going to stand there and sulk all afternoon?” He asked lightly as he lifted her chin up so she was looking at him.

Chloe pursed her lips as she held his gaze her shoulders slumping slightly. “I just got off the phone with Lois. She and Clark aren’t coming to Ethan’s birthday party. Apparently their vacation is more important than family.” She said turning around again away from Oliver so he couldn’t see the hurt on her face.

Oliver frowned and reached out rubbing Chloe’s lower back. They’d had quite a few cancelations in the past few days and with each new one Chloe had gotten more and more upset. He couldn’t say he blamed her. Ever since she’d gotten pregnant with Ethan family had become very important to her. Not that it wasn’t before, but Chloe wanted their son to have what they never really had growing up.

She wanted him to be surrounded by their family and friends and to know that there were people around him that he could always count on. Granted Ethan wasn’t even one yet and there were a lot more years to come, but Oliver knew it was the principal of the matter. Chloe felt like if they started skipping holiday’s and birthdays now it would only be a matter of time before they stopped doing them all together.

Oliver shifted forward, leaned down brushing her hair aside and pressed a light kiss to her neck as he wrapped an arm around her waist. “I’m sure that’s not true Sidekick. You know Lois loves you and Ethan…Clark too.” He said softly as he pulled her tighter against him. “Ethan’s party is going to be great and you know, maybe they’ll wind up coming after all.” He said lightly. Lois and Clark were most definitely going to be at the party tomorrow if he had anything to do with it.

Chloe opened her mouth and Ethan took that moment to wake up, the baby monitor on the counter coming to life as screams came through the speaker. She sighed and turned around in Oliver’s arms. “She’s the third person that’s canceled.” She told him quietly as her chest tightened. Chloe knew it was stupid to get so worked up about a party, but it wasn’t just that.

They lived in Star City now and thought she loved her life more than anything, she didn’t get to see Lois as much and the team was always running across the globe helping people. This one was of the designated days they all came together. Just like on the holidays and on their friends birthdays. Ethan was the first in what she was sure would be a large group of children in their entire circle.

Oliver’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. “Everything is going to work out,” He said as he cupped her cheeks, “I promise.” He said softly before placing a kiss on her nose. “Now go get our son before he screams up a lung. I’ll finish the dishes.”

Chloe gave him half a smile as she leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Thank you,” She whispered before cupping his cheek and kissing him again. “I love you,” She said before shifting away from him and making her way into the hallway.

Oliver grinned as he watched her go calling out that he loved her too before she disappeared upstairs. He let out a small sigh glanced at the sink and figured while Chloe was upstairs with Ethan he’d have enough time to finish up the dishes and then call a quick team meeting. Their friends would be making their way out to Star City whether they liked it or not.

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Oliver ran a hand over his face as he sat in his office the video feeds linked up as well as the conference call system. There were voices coming from every direction and it was starting to give him a headache. Hal had stopped by a little over an hour ago and Oliver had practically begged his friend to take Chloe out of the house. So, she Ethan and Hal were currently getting the last of the decorations for tomorrow while he attempted to wrangle everyone out to Star City.

Oliver was so close to bursting that he couldn’t help shouting across the room. “Everyone shut up!” He said knocking the entire room into silence. “This meeting has one purpose and one purpose only to find out who is coming to Ethan’s party tomorrow. If you did not cancel and you will be here you can go.” He said as he glanced at the monitors where he saw Dinah, AC and Victor.

On the phone he had Clark, Lois and Bart, who spoke up quickly. “I’ll be there Bossman, I’m picking up the cake for Chloelicious.” He said and Oliver could practically hear the grin in his voice.

He nodded, “Okay, then you have a good day, we’ll see you tomorrow and thanks for helping out.” He said.

“Not a problem Bossman.” There was a slight whooshing noise in the background before the call ended and he glanced at the screen his eyebrow arched. “Seriously? All of you canceled on my wife…”

He could see Dinah glance at AC out of the corner of her eye and AC pursed his lips. Oliver frowned. “What’s going on?”

AC sighed. “Nothing, Dinah and I sort of have a mission we need to finish up,” He said quietly.

Victor chimed in a minute later. “I’ve got a job interview, things have been slow, there’s this youth center I’m trying to help out, but he woman wants to meet me tomorrow.” He said with a shrug, “I’m sorry man.”

Oliver sighed as he looked back at the phone knowing Clark and Lois were silently listening to everyone speak. “What about you two…Still sticking with the vacation excuse?” He asked. He could hear Clark sigh and mumble something. “What I didn’t hear you.”

Clark glared at his fiancé and motioned towards the phone, “Just tell him Lois.”

Oliver heard her sigh dramatically before her voice came over the phone. “We can’t come because we’re trying to get pregnant okay…and this weekend is the only time it’s going to happen this month, I’m ovulating. I’m sorry okay, but Ethan’s never going to miss us. He probably won’t even know we’re not there.” She said lightly.

Oliver made a face and ran his hand over it before sighing and leaning back. He glanced between the phone and the video feeds. “Listen to me and listen to me closely. Chloe is there for every single one of you when you need it. She does anything and everything for this team and it is important to her that her friends and family are here for our son’s birthday.” He told them his face stern.

“I shouldn’t have to walk into the kitchen and find my wife slamming bottles practically in tears because our friends can’t seem to change their plans to come out here for a few hours for one day. I don’t care what you’re all doing. Change it, postpone it, push it back, I expect to see all of you here for at least an hour tomorrow.” He said.

Clark cleared his throat before Oliver could say anything else, his face still slightly red from Lois’s words. “I just don’t understand why it’s such a big deal Oliver, like Lois said he’s only one. Why do we need to postpone a vacation to come?” He asked quietly.

Oliver rolled his eyes. “You can super speed around the globe in seconds. Go check in and then come by here for an hour it’s not going to kill you and yes you have to come because I said so,” and as soon as the words were out of his mouth everyone started talking again.

Oliver just shook his head and disconnected the video feeds while ending the phone call. He was done talking to everyone. He would move mountains for Chloe and if no one showed up then he’d go pick them up personally. Either way if their friends knew what was good for them, they’d be there.

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Chloe stood in the kitchen her hands gently pulling the cake box open. She pushed the white cardboard lid up and smiled. The cake was perfect; Bart had done a good job picking it up. There was a gust of wind that blew through the kitchen, Chloe’s hair whirling around her face and then it was gone. She turned and glanced at the hallway, the sound of laughter coming from the other room making her smile.

She didn’t know how Oliver had managed it, but everyone showed up for the party that had been going on for about two and a half hours now. Chloe reached in and pulled out the cake carefully sliding it onto the counter as she went about arranging the candle on top. She’d been upset that morning when they were getting things ready, but once twelve o’ clock hit people started to show.

Chloe hadn’t been surprised that Hal and Bart were the first two people to show up, but she was surprised when Dinah and AC showed up since they had originally cancelled. She’d welcomed them in with open arms and Victor had followed shortly after. Lois and Clark were the last one’s to arrive, but the part that mattered was that they came and it meant the world to her.

The sound of a light clapping and a squeal got her attention. “Ma!Mamamamama!” She turned around to see Ethan in the kitchen doorway stomping his tiny sneaker clad feet as he bounced in place and grinned up at her. “Mamamamamamama,” He mumbled again and Chloe chuckled.

“Hey you, what are you doing in here? Where’s Daddy?” She asked as she bent down and opened her arms. Ethan ran towards her his tiny body wobbling at the fast pace. The sound of a light chuckle made her glance up and her face softened when she saw Oliver.

He smiled at her and nodded towards their son as he leaned against the doorframe. “The birthday boy missed his Mommy…Maybe I did too,” He said lightly as he pushed away from the doorframe and headed into the kitchen. He watched as Chloe picked up Ethan and he couldn’t help the warmth that filled his chest.

Chloe had done so many things for him over the years, given him so much, but the best thing she’d ever done for him was give him a family. Oliver didn’t think he could ever be this happy, but he was glad he was wrong.

He closed the distance between them and pressed a light kiss to her lips as he rested one hand on the small of her back. Oliver broke the kiss when his son hit him in the head making him pull back and arch an eyebrow at the one year old.

Chloe chuckled and she grinned at Oliver. “Someone’s being silly,” She teased lightly as she kissed Ethan’s head lightly. He giggled and hugged her neck as he rested his head against her. Chloe ran a hand down his back as she glanced at Oliver. “Want to bring in the cake?” She asked softly right as Ethan’s head jerked up.

“CAKE!” He screeched as he wiggled in Chloe’s arms until she put him down. He got excited and started shouting ‘cake’ as he laughed and ran out of the kitchen. Chloe’s eyes widened and she arched an eyebrow at her husband.

Oliver gave her a sheepish smile. “Lois might have been feeding him sugar.” He said before moving around her and slapping her ass. Chloe yelped and he smirked. “Tag you’re it. I got the cake go find Ethan.” He said as he glanced around the kitchen for matches to light the candle.

Chloe rolled her eyes as she made her way into the hallway and towards the living room frowning when she didn’t see anyone. She heard more laughter and followed the noise to the dining room pausing in the doorway at the sight before her. The team was seated around the table laughing and joking around as they spoke.

Lois was on the left side of the table with Ethan in her arms as she counted something on the table with him showing him how many fingers to use, Clark standing behind her watching her cousin and Ethan with a wide grin on his face. Chloe swallowed hard at the emotion that filled her chest as she glanced around the room at the people that meant the most to them.

She felt a hand on the small of her back and it startled her out of her thoughts making her glance over her shoulder at her husband.

Oliver saw the expression on her face and he smiled warmly down on her his gaze soft as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “Come on, we’ve got family waiting and cake to eat.” He said lightly as he guided her into the room making everyone look up. Oliver grinned as Ethan’s eyes widened at the cake his arms moving up and down quickly as he sat in Lois’s arms.

Chloe watched Oliver put down the cake as everyone started singing ‘happy birthday to you’ and she reached out threading her fingers through Oliver’s wondering how they’d gotten so amazingly lucky and how she never expected to be this happy. But one thing was for sure as she watched Lois help Ethan blow out his candle, their friends clapping around them, she was glad she’d been wrong.

Staring At Perfection

2012-02-01T12:44:00.000-05:00

Banner By: Andrea

Title: Staring At Perfection
Author: Sxymami0909
Pairing: Hal/Tess
Rating: PG-13
Fictable Prompt: #010 Stranger for Mystic_ri96
Word Count: 700
Summary: He watched her from afar.

He stood at the bar in the fairly crowded restaurant, watching, waiting, his eyes roaming around the room searching for her. It didn’t take long for his eyes to fall on the long legged red head. She was in the same booth at the back of the restaurant that she used every Tuesday night. He had spotted her one night a month ago when he came to town to visit his best friend. He’d been waiting at the bar, sipping at his beer when he saw her, a flash of red and black out of the corner of his eye.

He had turned almost immediately as if something was calling out to him, pulling him in the direction she had gone and ever since that night he would venture out to Star City every Tuesday in hopes that he’d see her. She was a stranger, but he felt as if he knew her. He shifted making room for someone who moved up to the bar next to him, but his eyes never left her, his angel of the night.

He watched her from afar, the way her hair seemed to shine in the dim lighting of the room, her eyes bright and wide, but guarded and shadowed with things he couldn’t quite understand, but he desperately wanted to. She was always alone, and he found himself wondering why. She was the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. There was just something about the way she carried herself in a room full of people, so confident, strong, but at the same time it was almost like he could see the kink in her armor.

So many nights he’d thought about going over to her, introducing himself, putting an end to his questions, but each and every time fear had stopped him. A woman like that would see right through his usual game. He’d seen plenty of men approach her, but they were all sent away with nothing more than a flourish of the hand.

His eyes traveled the length of her body as she shifted in her seat, her eyes downcast at some papers she’d brought with her. Legs crossed, the shape of her heel accentuating her calves. Her flesh looked soft even from this distance and he wanted nothing more than to run his hand up them. He was quite literally staring at perfection.

And then it happened. He must have been staring too long because she glanced up and it was like everything around him went into slow motion. She caught his gaze from across the room and held it. His mouth went dry and he realized this was his chance…This was his moment. He got the bartenders attention and ordered two glasses of whiskey, but he kept his eyes on the woman in front of him.

Minutes later the drinks were in his hand and his legs were moving forward, weaving through the crowd their eyes still locked, his breath caught in his throat as he watched her. Finally he was standing in front of her, arm stretched out as he offered her the drink in his hand and to his surprise she didn’t turn him away. He watched her as she lifted the glass from his hand, took a long sip and placed it in front of her.

He swallowed heavily their gaze never once faltering and he felt as if she was looking inside of him, seeing he person he really was and not just what was on the surface. His mouth opened and after thirty days of watching and waiting he broke the silence between them. “Hi, I’m Hal.” His voice was lower then he’d intended, his gaze intense.

Her lips curved into a smile as she held out her hand to him waiting for him to shake it while holding his gaze. “I’m Tess,” She said her tone quiet, but there was a spark of something he couldn’t quite read in her eyes.

There was a beat of silence between them as she motioned to the seat next to her. “What took you so long?”

A hint of surprise crossed Hal’s face as a grin quirked at his lip. “I have absolutely no idea.”

Life's Little Moments (2/12)

2012-01-29T20:59:00.000-05:00

Banner By: Juliet
Previous Story

‘Runaway’

“Ooh, she’s a little runaway. Daddy’s girl ran fast, all those things he couldn’t say. Ooh, she’s a little runaway.” –Bon Jovi

Oliver stood in the living room his hand rubbing his temple lightly as he listened to the guys arguing. It was Saturday afternoon and his team, of grown men, were fighting about what they were going to order for lunch. At this point, Oliver was starving and he didn’t give a shit what they ate as long as something was ordered and they all shut the hell up. He sighed and plopped down on the couch glancing at the ground where his seven month old daughter was lying on her back, blanket beneath her. Maura’s small hands slapped away at the toy dangling above her head and Oliver grinned.

He leaned forward and caught her gaze. “Hey there munchkin, do you miss Mommy as much as I do?” He whispered with a smile on his lips causing the seven month old to make a loud cooing noise before giggling. The noise caught the attention of the team and Bart dropped his gaze to the baby on the floor.

“Hey there mini mamacita, are we not paying enough attention to you?” He joked while zipping from one side of her and then back to the other causing her eyes to go wide as she screeched and held her arms out to Bart.

Victor chuckled, “She get’s that from Ollie, God forbid we don’t pay him enough attention he gets all petulant,” He teased as his friend gave him a dirty look. AC chuckled and shook his head.

Oliver pushed himself off the couch and glared at them. “Did we figure out what we’re ordering yet?” He asked before glancing at his watch. “Come on guys Chloe and Tess are going to be back in like an hour, I don’t know why you can’t just agree on something.” He said while crossing his arms over his chest. Chloe and Tess had been working at Watchtower for most of the morning and then decided to grab lunch and do a little shopping.

Oliver had told her to go, have fun and take as long as she wanted, that he and the guys would watch Maura, but he was currently regretting that decision as the fighting started again. He could hear Bart yelling about Mexican as Victor said something about Chinese meanwhile AC was telling them they should have hamburgers and salads. Oliver stared at them for a minute before glancing at Maura who was watching him intently.

He grinned at her, brought his finger to his lips and whispered ‘Shh’ before making his way into the hallway and to the kitchen. He rummaged through the drawers for the tae out menu for the Italian place and placed an order for two large pies, some pasta, two salads and a meatball hero. That should satisfy everyone’s cravings. About fifteen minutes later he walked back down the hallway, phone in hand.

The guys were still standing in the middle of the living room arguing when he opened his mouth to tell them to shut up. But something stopped him. His eyes fell to the blanket on the floor and they widened. “Guys!” He shouted causing everyone to freeze and then slowly turn towards him.

Oliver’s face had paled as he pointed towards the blanket. “Where’s Maura?” He asked as his eyes searching the floor as panic welled in his chest. He’d been gone for less than twenty minutes. How could she just be gone?

Victor’s head jerked towards the blanket before glancing around the room. “Alright guys, spread out she couldn’t have gotten far.” He said as Bart and AC carefully spread out.

“Oh, mini mamacita, where are you?” Bart called out as he zipped around the apartment. Oliver watched him as he ran a hand through his hair. Chloe was going to kill him. She was never going to trust him with Maura again.

Oliver frowned as he straightened up and held up his hands. "Guys listen up. We need to split up. AC you take the upstairs, not that I think Maura could get up there, but just in case." He paused and turned towards Victor. "Vic, you take the workout room and the downstairs guest room." There was a slight rush of wind and flash of red. "Bart, you keep checking the hallways, near the elevator and the balcony." He told the youngest member of the team.

Bart nodded. "I'm on it Bossman," The words were barely out of his mouth before there was another flash of red and he was gone. Oliver glanced around. "I'm going to finish checking in here and then go through the office." When they nodded, but didn't move right away he waved the off. "Well go, what are you waiting for?" He asked annoyed.

Oliver watched them scatter across the apartment as he moved towards the couch and started lifting up pillows. He couldn't believe he'd managed to lose his daughter. Maura had just starting crawling a month ago, but she was a fast learner like her Mother. Oliver let out a frustrated sigh as he checked behind the couch, chairs, and love seat, but still nothing.

He moved towards her blanket and toy as anxiety built in his chest. Oliver tried to focus and see if she'd left any trail leading to where she went, but apparently he couldn't get that lucky. After spending ten minutes tearing through the entire living room he made his way into the hallway and headed towards his office.

The fear in his gut started to intensify as he called out to his daughter. "Maura, baby, you're scaring Daddy. Can you come out honey?" He knew it was probably silly since Maura wasn't actually talking yet, but he had to try. Maybe the sound of his voice would draw her out.

Oliver moved over to the clock face and was about to start looking around when the phone rang. He glanced at the cordless phone on his desk and grabbed it roughly, pressing the power button as he searched the ground near his equipment room. "Yeah," He said onto the phone, frustration lacing his voice.

Chloe frowned as she shifted the phone to her other ear as she held the door open for Tess who was making he'd way out of the store behind her. "Hey you, everything okay?" She asked cautiously as Tess fell in step beside her.

Oliver froze as his grip on the phone tightened. "Chloe...Hey, no everything is fine I was just, uh," He paused as he tried to come up with a reason for his outburst. "The guys are fighting, you know how they get." He said with a nervous laugh.

Chloe arched an eyebrow at the tone of Oliver's voice. He sounded nervous about something, but since she and Tess were on their way back to the penthouse she decided to let it go for the time being. "How's Maura? Do you put her down for her nap yet?" She asked while glancing at the bag Tess held up to her.

Oliver paused. "Uh, yeah. Actually that's what she's doing right now. She's napping. I should probably go check on her, so I'll see you later when you get home?" He asked doing his best not to let her know he was trying to rush her off the phone.

Chloe frowned again. "Yeah, okay. Tess and I should be back at the apartment in about fifteen minutes," She told him while pulling out her keys and pressing the keyless entry to the car.

Oliver swore as he mumbled a 'okay, love you bud's and hung up on Chloe. How the hell was he supposed to find Maura in fifteen minutes? He stood up and moved toward the hallway. "Guys Chloe's going to be home in fifteen minutes! Hustle guys we need to find Maura!" His heart was once again beating quickly as he started checking his office again.

"I'm a horrible Father," He whispered to himself as his chest tightened. He put the phone on his desk and got on his hands and knees to look under his desk. Oliver was about to call out to the guys again as he stuck his head under the desk, but anything he was about to say was cut off by the site in front of him.

There underneath his desk in the corner was his daughter, face pressed against the ground, legs bunched up under her small body, tiny butt in the air, fast asleep. Oliver let out a long breath and he chuckled lightly as he shook his head. Relief filled him as he reached under the desk and gently pulled her out and into his arms.

Maura made a small whimpering noise and Oliver rubbed her back as he rested her body against his chest. Her head fell on his shoulder as she fused slightly, shifting in his arms. Oliver 'shushed' her as he continued running his hand up and down her back. "Come here my little runaway." He said with a chuckle as he stood up and moved towards the hallway.

He placed a hand on her head and called out quietly. "Hey guys look who I found," He said as he walked towards the living room. Bart was the first person in front of him and he grinned.

"Aw, little mamacita is all conked out. Where'd you find her?" He asked glad that they weren't going to have to tell Chloe that they lost her daughter. She was one scary blonde.

Oliver smirked. "She fell asleep under my desk," He said still not able to believe she got all the way over there and was comfortable enough to fall asleep.

Victor moved into the room with AC close behind him. He arched an eyebrow. "She fell asleep under your desk? Man your kid is weird." He joked as he dropped down in one of the chairs. Oliver sent a glare in his friend’s direction as he rocked his body gently to keep Maura from waking up.

AC smiled at his friend holding his daughter. "Well you're just lucky you found her before Chloe got back." He said with a smirk as Victor and Bart laughed.

"Lucky he found who?"

The sound of Chloe's voice startled all four men into turning around. Oliver swallowed hard as he saw Chloe standing in the archway to the living room two bags in each hand, eyebrow arched with Tess at her side. He cleared his throat. "Uh, you know that's kind of a long story." He said letting his voice trail off.

Victor stood up as he glanced between the two women and Oliver. "You know, I think it's time for us to head out." He said while nudging Bart towards the hall. The younger man pouted.

"What about the food?" He asked wide eyed. Victor motioned towards Oliver as he eyed Bart and spoke. "I don't think you want to stay..." He let his voice trail off handmade a face. He shoved the youngest team member towards the door as he gave Chloe and Tess a small smile.

AC followed behind them and paused near Tess."You're probably going to want to come with us." He said lightly while nodding towards the elevator.

Tess arched an eyebrow at AC before glancing at Chloe. "I suppose I'll head out as well. Thank you for letting me help with the upgrades at Watchtower. I had a nice afternoon." She said trying to disguise the surprise in her voice. Even after close to nine months since Oliver had rescued her from Lex, she still couldn't believe she and Chloe had gotten so close.

Tess shook herself from her thoughts and smiled at Chloe. "I'll talk to you later." She glanced at Oliver and nodded in his direction. "Oliver."

He nodded back, "Tess," and then watches her head to the elevator. Oliver glanced at Chloe and grinned. "Hey there, Sidekick."

Chloe cocked her head to the side and walked into the room placing her bags on the floor before making her way over to the couch. She bent down, placed a kiss against the back of Maura's head and then sat carefully on the couch next to Oliver. She watched him for a minute before arching an eyebrow at him. "Well?" She asked wanting to know why all of their friends ran away when she got home.

Oliver sighed dramatically as he sent a sideways glance in her direction. "Okay, okay...Let me ask you a question. On a scale of one to ten how mad would you be if I said I might have lost our daughter for oh say fifteen to twenty minutes." He asked casually.

Chloe's eyes widened and she opened her mouth, but before she could say anything he held up one finger and pointed towards Maura. "You cant yell, she's sleeping." He pointed out very glad that their seventh month old was sleeping on his chest.

Chloe pursed her lips as she glanced as his cheeky grin. She shook her head. "I'll give you a ten minute head start to the bedroom and then you're in trouble and before you ask no, it's not the fun kind." She told him sternly.

Oliver sighed and then groaned. If only their stupid friends could keep their mouths shut. "This is all AC's fault," He grumbled while getting up and walking towards the stairs to put Maura to bed.

Chloe watched him go amusement on her face as she listened to him mumbling to himself. Sometimes her boyfriend was such a big baby, he was lucky she loved him.

Roller Coaster Kind of Rush

2012-01-26T11:56:00.000-05:00

Banner By: Stacy

Title: Roller Coaster Kind of Rush
Author: sxymami0909
Pairing: Jason/Aria
Rating: PG-13
Fictable Prompt: #040 Foolish for Ihearttvsnark
Missing Scene: Episode 2x09 ‘Picture This’
Word Count: 1,193
Summary: Jason’s lips were soft and tasted vaguely of peppermint, the smell of freshly mowed lawn surrounding them.

Aria’s lungs filled with air as she sucked in a deep breath watching Jason move forward. He tilted his head to the side while leaning into her, his hand coming up; fingers beneath her chin, thumb brushing her cheek and then his lips were on hers. A spark of electricity shot through her body, her stomach dropping as her heart leapt into her throat. Her heartbeat sped up and something inside her fluttered, like the feeling of you get when dropping down the top of a high roller coaster.

His lips moved slowly over hers and to her shock she immediately responded to him, opening her mouth the tiniest bit beneath his as anticipation flowed through her. Jason’s lips were soft and tasted vaguely of peppermint, the smell of freshly mowed lawn surrounding them. Aria wasn’t sure if it was because he’d been working in his yard or if it was because they were surrounded by laws on the empty street and to be honest she didn’t really care.

She felt his lips pause against hers for the briefest of moments before they were moving again, faster this time coaxing her mouth open in an attempt to deepen the kiss. Her mind went back to her dream from that morning, where he was shirtless and in her bed and Aria couldn’t help but think the real thing was so much better than the dream. But the second his tongue moved into her mouth there was a nagging in the back of her mind about something else that was in her dream.

Aria tensed and then pulled back from him her lips slightly swollen and red from the kiss. It took every ounce of will power she had not to lift her hand to her mouth at the tingling she felt she. How in the world had she forgotten that she had a boyfriend? A small noise of disbelief left her throat as she glanced around them before looking back at Jason.

Aria could see the confusion on his face as she shook her head, her thoughts still in a daze. “I can’t do this.” She said as she searched his face the sound of her heart speeding up even more as she did her best not to focus on his lips.

Jason’s brows furrowed as he watched her. He wasn’t blind. He had seen the way she reacted to his kiss, the way her gaze was slightly disoriented and her mouth red from his kiss. He couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting to her lips again as she continued looking around them, at the ground, her hands, pretty much anywhere that wasn’t at him. “Why not?” He asked trying to bring her attention back to him.

Aria’s eyes finally found his again. She hesitated as she tried to focus her thoughts on something other than him. Now it wasn’t just his lips she was thinking about. It was the way the shirt he was wearing showed off the muscles in his arms, the way his hair was slightly disheveled in the front and dropped slightly over his eye.

Aria was seeing Jason in a new light. The problem was she couldn’t seem to stop seeing him. She needed to put some distance between them so she could try and clear her thoughts. She realized he was still waiting for an answer and she spoke quickly. “I’m not…available.” She watched his face for a minute and swallowed hard. “I’m sorry,” She whispered and she was. Aria couldn’t keep standing there so she turned on her heel and took off down the street going as fast as her heeled boots would carry her. The further she got away from Jason the tighter her chest grew.

Emily’s words from about wanting things from people who popped into dreams was once again in the forefront of her mind. A shiver ran up her spine as a cool breeze traveled down the block. She could be attracted to Jason…It was wrong. He was Ally’s brother. He was going through a rough time, maybe he didn’t really have feelings for her and he was just holding onto something familiar.

Aria immediately scratched that thought off her mental list as she turned the corner onto her block. There was a connection between her and Jason, she’d felt it ever since the service where she and Jason had talked and he told her about the note. He understood her on a level that Ezra didn’t and probably never could.

She let out a groan of frustration as she quickened her pace. Aria couldn’t believe she was even considering Jason as anything more than a friend. After everything she and Ezra had been through lately she owed it to their relationship to see if she could make something of it even though she wasn’t entirely sure that’s what she wanted anymore.

Aria wasn’t sure that Ezra could give her what she wanted. She had fought with him or weeks about how it didn’t matter and they could come out and tell her parents, but now she wasn’t so sure. She wasn’t stupid and she knew how it looked. Her Mother’s reaction to thinking Ezra was with Spencer was a wreck and Aria knew it would be ten times worse if her Mother knew it was her.

But Jason, well she’d grown up with him in a way. Her Mother had welcomed him into their home. He’d kept her brother from getting arrested and went out o his way to find help for him. He was misguided and far from perfect, but he made her feel like herself again. Like the Aria she was before everything happened with Alison. He brought out her creativity, encouraged her artsy crazy, independent side, a side that not many had appreciated in the past.

Sure he was somehow mixed up in what happened with Alison, but it was starting to seem like everyone in town was, that or someone was really good at misleading them and Aria was banking on the second. She didn’t think Jason had anything to do with his sisters murder, she felt that like Toby he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and maybe…

Aria’s thoughts paused as she started walking up the steps to her house. Was she really making up excuses in her head to justify leaving Ezra and being with Jason? She barely knew him. Aria let out a light sigh as her brows furrowed. It was stupid…Foolish even to think that things could be better with Jason then they were with Ezra…It was just a dream and the kiss…the kiss hadn’t meant anything. It was just a kiss.

She shifted the bag in her arms and pulled out her keys before jamming them in the front door and pushing it open. And even as she shut the door behind her blocking out the chill of the night, Jason, ‘A’ and everything else that had been bogging her down lately while taking the steps to her room two at a time, Alison’s words echoed through the back of her head. ‘A kiss is never just a kiss.’

A Year Of Holidays (7/7)

2012-01-23T10:15:00.000-05:00

Banner By: Franica

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Chapter 7

Christmas Eve
‘When Bets Go Wrong’

Mia stood on the stool in front of the large pine tree, tinsel hanging from her arm as she used one hand to drape some across the branches in front of her. Bart stood at her side placing the multi-colored ornaments on the empty spots, taking his time spreading them out evenly.

“So you think I should put more money into the pot?” Mia sighed as she gave Bart a sideways glanced, before shrugging. She didn’t want to tell him what to do, because if he lost the bet, he’d probably blame her, but everyone coming to her was seriously starting to get annoying.

If he was anyone else she would have told him to double it. “I dunno, maybe you should just be satisfied with the amount of money you put in…you know?”

Bart frowned as he placed the last ornament on the tree and turned to face her. “But you said she’s been getting sick…and there’s moodiness…and a bunch of other things.”

Mia bit her bottom lip and nodded spreading the last of the tinsel on the tree as she spoke. “There is…I thought the bet closed today? Just leave it alone Bart you’re already in.”

He sighed. He and Mia were the only ones left decorating the tree. Everyone else was somewhere around the Kent farm doing their own thing. AC his wife Mera, Chloe, Oliver, Clark and Lois were all in the kitchen making sure Christmas dinner didn’t end up the same way Thanksgiving dinner had.

Apparently they felt there was strength in numbers. Victor and J’onn were outside in the cold playing basketball while Tess and Emil set the dining room table. Bart was still weary around the red head, but if Oliver and Chloe trusted her he supposed she couldn’t be that bad.

Something hard smacked into his head and fell on the floor. He blinked before glancing up at an amused looking Mia. “I called you like three times where was that head of yours?”

He grinned up at her and waggled his eyebrows as he spoke, “I was lost in thoughts of you gorgeous.”

Bart winked and she rolled her eyes pulling another ornament from the tree and tossing it at him playfully. He zipped out of the way before grabbing her hips and yanking her off the stool. Mia let out a startled yell as he tossed her over his shoulder. “Put me down!”

Bart chuckled and the commotion must have startled the adults in the kitchen because Lois, Oliver, and Chloe popped their heads into the living room to see what was going on. Mia caught sight of an upside down Oliver and she motioned her hands at him.

“Help me!” Oliver opened his mouth, but before he could say anything there was a gust of wind followed by a shouting teenager. He winced and turned towards Chloe and Lois who were grinning. The brunette shook her head as she made her way back into the kitchen.

“Are you sure those two aren’t together? Because they’ve been flirting shamelessly since you guys got here.” Chloe chuckled and Oliver dragged his feet behind her, pout on his lips as his wife rubbed a hand up and down his arm, voice amused. “Please don’t get him started…Bart and Mia are friends.”

Oliver nodded leaning against the counter crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke. “That’s right; friends and I refuse to accept them being anything else. Anyway how’s the stuffing coming?”

Clark glanced over his shoulder and glared at the blonde. “I don’t know, why don’t you come over here and find out…why are AC and I doing all the work?”

Oliver smirked and shrugged as his eyes followed Chloe who made her way back over to the cutting board.
“I made the green bean casserole…and I helped with the fish, plus I completely plan on tossing in the biscuits when it’s time…so really I’ve done more work than both of you put together. My culinary skills are exemplary.”

Chloe rolled her eyes at Oliver’s boasting and AC frowned. “Dude, we’ve been in this kitchen forever. Clark and I made the mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce and we’re working on the stuffing now…besides some of us haven’t had cooking lessons from all over the globe.”

Oliver pushed himself away from the counter and walked towards Chloe stopping behind her and slipping his arms around her waist, voice amused. “I resent that…I haven’t had cooking lesson’s from across the globe, just in three different countries, and they weren’t really lesson’s…”

AC snorted and Mera twisted a dishtowel snapping it at his rear end. He grunted and eyed his wife. “What’d you do that for?”

She ignored his question and turned to Lois and Chloe, “I think it’s about time we sent the men folk outside.”

Lois looked up and caught Chloe’s eyes. The blonde gave a short nod and Oliver arched an eyebrow as he leaned in his head down, voice soft while Lois and Mera ushered AC and Clark out of the kitchen. “What was that all about?”

She turned in his arms and smiled up at him before placing a quick kiss on his lips. “You guys are distracting us. Why don’t you head outside with Clark and AC…play some basketball with Victor and J’onn or something we’re pretty much done in here anyway thanks to you guys.”

Oliver eyed her suspiciously, but nodded. “Don’t think I don’t know that you’re up to something Sidekick, but I’m gonna let it go because it gets me out of more kitchen duty.” He cupped her cheek, leaned in and captured her lips. A minute later he pulled back brushed a piece of hair behind her ear and pressed a light kiss to her nose.

“Don’t burn down the kitchen.” He winked as he stepped away from her and headed towards the kitchen door. She glared at his back and rolled her eyes as she watched him disappear outside. Lois shut the door and waited a second before turning towards the girls. “Where is it?”

Chloe shifted wiping her hands on a towel motioned towards the fridge. “I hid it in the back of the fridge.” Lois grinned and walked passed Mera who arched an eyebrow at them as she folded her arms over her chest and glanced between the two women in front of her.

“Tell me again, why exactly we are hiding this from the guys?” Lois grunted as she pulled open the door and rummaged around in the fridge before a small ‘ah ha’ left her throat as she pulled out a large pan covered with foil.

Chloe walked over to the oven, turning the dials and preheating it as she spoke. “Because apparently they feel we’re not capable of making an edible meal, so we’re proving them wrong.”

Mera arched an eyebrow grin on her lips. “But, we didn't make that Turkey…or the Ham…”

Lois deposited the turkey in the open oven before turning and glaring at the women in front of her. “Yeah well, they don’t need to know that. Look we’ve gotta stick together, Martha was nice enough to send us the already seasoned food and a pie…don’t you want AC to think you can cook?”

Lois waved her hand around the kitchen, “Plus look around we made a whole bunch of edible stuff…” Mera shrugged not understanding why the holiday was so important anyway. “Arthur does not care if I can cook, but I’ll keep your secret anyway…”

Lois grinned and turned to Chloe who pursed her lips and spoke. “So I guess we’ve gotta put in the fish huh?” Mera made a face and Lois shouted ‘not it’ while Chloe sighed. It was going to be a long afternoon.

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Tess set the last plate on the table before glancing to her left and watching Emil fold the last of the napkins. A light smile pulled at her lips. It was strange standing there in the Kent farm Christmas music playing through the house as the aroma of food wafted into the room.

It had been a long time since Tess celebrated Christmas, especially with a house full of people. Usually it was just her and a bottle of scotch topped off with a little self pity to end the evening, but not this year. This year she had friends…some might even call them a family of sorts and a man who she truly enjoyed spending time with.

It was strange how much could change in a year, she’d probably never admit it out loud, but it was nice to have people she could be herself around. The feel of a warm hand against her arm knocked her from her thoughts.

“You alright?” Her eyes met Emil’s concerned ones and she smirked and nodded. “Fine, I was just thinking this is all rather strange. I can’t remember the last time I actually celebrated Christmas.” Emil smiled. He knew that even though she occasionally mocked their small group Tess was happy to be a part of it.

“Well I’m sure it’s a welcome change,” Emil hesitated giving her a sheepish look, “did you happen to hear about the bet?” Tess laughed lightly, humor on her face.

“I have…It’s possible I even contributed to the pot…” She started to walk towards the living, Emil following behind her eyes wide.

“Really Tess you shouldn’t encourage the other team members to partake in such…frivolous antics…” He paused when she whirled around giving him a knowing look.

He cleared his throat and she crossed her arms over her chest making him swallow hard. “Is that so? Because I’m pretty sure you might have placed a little bet of your own…”

Emil flushed slightly as he stumbled over his words. “Well…everyone else seemed to be betting I couldn’t very well not place my money someone…”

She grinned and nodded, “Hmm of course not…” He opened his mouth to respond when Lois’s shrill voice carried through the room.

“Tess! Where are you? We need help, tell you little boyfriend to go play outside with the other idiots,” a loud clatter sounded, “damn it!” The red head winced and Emil sent a grin her way before backing away towards the front door and pointing towards the kitchen. “You have fun with that.”

She glared at him, voice a whisper, “Do not leave me here with them…Emil,” he waved and practically ran out the front door as she hissed softly, “…hey come back here!…” She let out a short sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose as another crash sounded from the kitchen and Chloe’s voice floated through the room as she told Lois to stop touching things. It was going to be a very long afternoon.

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Oliver groaned as he plopped down on the couch next to Clark holding his stomach. “I think I’m going to explode.”

Clark nodded. “Me too…I don’t think I’ve ever eaten so much, not even when my Mom cooked Christmas dinner.”

Oliver nodded and smirked. “I’ve definitely never eaten this much…I’ve gotta say the girls out did themselves on this one…I guess we should have given them more credit huh?”

Clark laughed lightly, voice low. “I’ve gotta say I’m surprised the four of them didn’t burn down the kitchen.”

Oliver chuckled and a pillow wacked Clark in the head as Lois walked by glaring at her husband. “I heard that Smallville.” AC, Bart and Victor laughed and Clark glared in their direction. It was a little after seven at night and they were just finishing up dessert and gathering in the living room by the tree.

The fire place was going and surprisingly there hadn’t been any emergencies that Clark had to fly off and take care of which he was grateful for. Oliver watched the other man stretch out before his eyes drifted to the floor where Mia sat between Bart’s legs. He frowned slightly but before he could say anything he felt a small weight on his lap.

He glanced up and grinned. Chloe smiled as he slid an arm around her waist. He leaned forward pressing a kiss against her shoulder. “Mm I feel like I haven’t seen you all day.”

She rolled her eyes affectionately. “I sat next to you during dinner.”

He nodded his hands rubbing the small of her back, “Yeah, but we haven’t had any quality time in a while,” he waggled his eyebrows, “I miss my wife.” Chloe gave him a cheeky grin before cupping his cheek, dipping her head and placing a kiss on his lips.

Lois snorted as she walked by hot chocolate in hand, “Do you think you two can stop sucking face for a minute? Clark and I have an announcement to make.” Chloe broke away from Oliver and let out a sigh as she glanced at her cousin. The rest of the room grew quiet as Clark pushed himself off the couch and stood next Lois.

He smiled at his friends before exchanging a look with his wife. She gave him a nervous smile and he took her hands before looking back at their friends and teammates. “First Lois and I just wanted to thank everyone for coming and spending the holiday with us.”

Victor smiled from his seat next to J’onn as Did AC who was sharing a chair with Mera. Bart grinned as he spoke up, “We’re happy to be here amigo…” Everyone chuckled and Lois took a deep breath as she squeezed Clark’s hand lightly.

“The other thing we wanted to say is…well…” she bit her lower lip , glanced at Clark who motioned for her to continue, “where having a baby!” The room was silent for a minute before Chloe’s yell broke the silence and she was off Oliver’s lap in seconds pulling her cousin into a hug.

“Oh my god Lois! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” She laughed lightly hugging Chloe back as Victor, J’onn and AC stood to offer their congratulations.

They shook their friends hand as Lois pulled back from the blonde and shrugged. “We wanted to announce it while everyone was here. I almost told you like three separate times you don’t even know.”

Mia and Tess were the next ones giving Lois a hug and as Oliver grinned patting Clark on the back Bart stood frowning. “Damn it!” Everyone got quiet at his outburst turning in his direction.

Victor gave the younger man a confused look, “What’s your deal?”

Bart pouted. “I lost the bet!” Mia pursed her lips as the guys finally seemed to realize why he was so upset. J’onn sighed and shook his head as he shifted to the back of the room, a chorus of groans traveling around the room. Lois and Chloe frowned as they looked at each other and then there friends.

Lois arched an eyebrow, “What bet?”

Bart motioned toward her, Clark, Chloe and Oliver as he spoke. “We had a bet going to see which one of you would get pregnant first…you or Chloe. I bet on Chloe and Oliver. I mean have you seen them? They can’t keep their hands off each other.”

Lois glared and Chloe looked horrified as she glanced around the room, “Are you kidding? Are you all in on this?”

Victor had the decency to look guilty. “I might have bet on you guys too…”

AC scratched the back of his head and raised a hand. “Ditto dudes…”

Her mouth dropped open as Bart spoke. “We ALL bet on Chloe and Oliver. Great what a waste of money. Now what?”

J’onn cleared his throat and everyone turned their attention to him as he spoke. “Well that’s not actually accurate. There is one person who bet against them.”

Tess arched an eyebrow, “Who?” Lois’s eyes turned towards the red head, she should have known Tess would be involved too. She was about to open her mouth and tell their friends exactly where they could shove their bet when Mia stood, smirk on her lips and spoke.

“Me. I bet against Chloe and Oliver.” She walked over to J’onn and held out her hand.

He sighed and dug into his pocket giving her the wad of bills. “Nine hundred dollars is a lot of money for a teenager…” His voice trailed off and she nodded as she turned back around and spoke over her shoulder as she walked towards Oliver and Chloe. “No worries Martian man…”

Mia unfolded the bills and counted out half the money before holding it out to Oliver. “You’re cut.”

Oliver reached out and took the money from Mia before slipping it into his pocket as he nodded. “Nicely done.” AC, Victor, and Bart stood there mouth hanging open.

Tess shook her head not surprised as Chloe crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Oliver. “You knew they were betting on us?” Oliver shrugged, “I accidentally over heard Mia talking to Bart about it…come on Sidekick we just won four hundred and fifty bucks…you can’t possibly be mad…” He tossed an arm around her pulled her into his side.

She let out an exasperated sigh and shook her head. “I swear you’re horrible…”

He smirked and kissed the side of her head. “That’s one of the many reasons you love me.” He glanced at their friends, “It was nice doing business with you…”

They grumbled as Bart looked at Mia, while pouting. “I can’t believe you played me. You little cheat.”

She chuckled and poked him in the chest lightly as she walked towards the tree to turn the lights on. “Hey I told you not to throw in more money. Besides no one practices safer sex than Chloe and Oliver. I’m pretty sure he’s afraid that a mini him would turn his hair gray or something…”

Oliver let out an indignant noise as he frowned, “Hey…I take offense to that.” A smile broke out on Chloe’s face as everyone chuckled lightly. She took in the smiling faces around her and let out a content sigh. Oliver nudged her lightly and she glanced up at him. “Hmm?”

He gave her a strange look and spoke softly. “Why are you smiling over there?” She tilted her head to the side before looking back at the people around them. “Just thinking about how we survived our first year as a married couple…I mean here with are with our family and friends…did you ever think it would be like this?”

She turned back to him and hid face softened as he gazed down on her. Oliver cupped her cheek, voice quiet as he spoke. “No…this is better than anything I could have ever imagined.”

She beamed up at him and nodded. “Me too.”

He placed a kissed against her lips and mated their foreheads together. “I love you…”

She wrapped her arms around his waist. “I love you too.”

A Year Of Holidays (6/7)

2012-01-19T11:26:00.001-05:00

Banner By: Franica

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Chapter 6

Thanksgiving
‘Where’s The Fire’

Chloe frowned, her body cringing slightly as a loud crash sounded behind her. “Oops, guess I shouldn’t have pulled that pot out that way huh?” Lois sent a grin over her shoulder and Chloe sighed thankful that her back was facing the brunette.

It was just after eleven on Thanksgiving Day and she and Lois were in the kitchen at the farm attempting to make dinner. She and Oliver had discussed things with Clark and Lois and decided that since the last few holidays had been spent in Star City they would do Thanksgiving and Christmas in Metropolis.

It seemed like a fair deal, plus Chloe couldn’t imagine Christmas without a cool breeze or the chance of snow. And so she, Oliver and Mia had made their way directly to Smallville two days ago. From the minute they arrived it was go, go, go. Lois was very close to being her own version of the Thanksgiving Day Nazi, but the worst part was neither of them really knew what they were doing when it came to cooking.

So far things weren’t going too bad, then again they hadn’t started on the main part of the meal yet. The shrill sound of Lois’s voice knocked her from her thoughts. “Chloe, earth to Chloe…do you not hear me calling you?” The brunette frowned her brows arching as she stared at her cousin’s back.

Chloe let out a short sigh and turned so they were facing each other. “Yes Lois?” She waved a large pot in the air.

“I was thinking we could use this for the potatoes.”

Chloe nodded, “Yeah that should be fine. Did you find Mrs. Kent’s recipe?” She watched as her cousin spun around and filled the pot with water before placing it on the stove.

“Um, sort of…I found a recipe for sweet potato pie, but come on how hard can mashed potatoes really be to make? I think we can handle boiling up some spuds and beating them until they’re soft. No biggy right?” Lois grinned turning back towards the counter, pulling the potatoes towards her and grabbing a knife.

Chloe pursed her lips, “I think you’re supposed to wash them first Lo.” Her cousin paused, gazed over her shoulder at the blonde and snorted.

“I knew that.” She brought the bag into the sink and turned on the faucet letting the water run over the marginally large potatoes.

Chloe turned back to the bowl in front of her and lifted the knife to continue cutting the cucumber that was on the board. The guys were scattered around the house all doing their own thing while Mia and Bart had made a run to the store for some last minute ingredients.

She had just finished gutting the last of the cucumber when Oliver popped his head in the kitchen door. She paused and arched an eyebrow in his direction. He gave her a sheepish grin. “Do you know where the guys are?”

Chloe shrugged and pointed towards the living room with the knife. “I think Bart brought his X-box so if I had to take a guess I’d say they’re inside playing.” He gave her a quick nod before taking his fingers, putting them near his mouth and whistling.

“I need everyone out back. Clark and I were thinking pre-dinner football game…but we sorta need some players…interested parties’ front and center.” Before he even finished his sentence there was practically a stampede as Victor and AC, sans his wife Mera came out of the living room, passed through the kitchen nodding at Lois and Chloe before making their way outside, door slamming shut behind them.

Lois arched an eyebrow at Chloe. “Since when does Oliver play football?” Chloe shrugged as she pulled a tomato onto the cutting bored and spoke. “You got me…I’ve never heard him mention football…” Lois smirked and nodded towards the window.

“It was probably Smallville’s idea…oh well as long at least if they’re out there they aren’t in our way.” Chloe’s eyes drifted back towards the door before she let out a breath and focused on the tomato. Those four were up to something…she just didn’t know what it was.

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Victor and AC followed Oliver down the porch stairs and when he paused next to Clark they frowned. Victor glanced around and then arched an eyebrow. “Where’s the football?”

Clark winced and Oliver pursed his lips. “We might have lied about the football game…”

AC groaned and glared at the man next to him. “I told you we shouldn’t have stopped playing video games,” he turned to Clark, “Dude…what’s going on?” Clark opened his mouth, but before he could say anything a noise came from the barn. Four heads turned in time to see Mia and Bart arguing as they made their way over to everyone else.

“The whole point of having all that food is so we can eat it together, if you keep stealing bits and pieces that’s going to add up. You need to cut it out.”

Bart rolled his eyes before noticing Victor and AC. He grinned and came to a stop near Oliver. “Hola amigos,” he gave Oliver and Clark a sideways glance, “did you two finally decide to include Tweetle Dee and Tweetle Dumb in on the plan?”

AC frowned, “What plan?” Oliver pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, voice quiet as he spoke. “Okay guys listen…we all know that Lois and Chloe aren’t the best cooks in the world…so we might have devised a ‘just in case’ plan.”

Victor pursed his lips. This wasn’t good or rather it wouldn’t be if Chloe and Lois found out. “A just in case plan? Do we even want to know that that is?” Clark gave him a sheepish look and motioned towards the barn. “We sort of set up Thanksgiving dinner in the barn.”

His voice trailed off and AC’s jaw dropped open. “A whole dinner?” Oliver grinned looking rather proud of himself as Bart spoke. “Me and short stuff over here ran all over the place getting premade food…stretch set up that big folding table in the barn and bossman put out plates and utensils.”

Oliver cut Bart off and smiled at AC and Victor. “We just need your help taking care of a couple more things…”

Victor and AC exchanged looks before groaning…somehow they were pretty sure this wasn’t going to end well for them.

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If the sound of the fire alarm blaring through the kitchen didn’t alert Lois and Chloe that something was wrong the black smoke billowing from the over did. Chloe’s eyes widened as she ducked down while shouting over the loud beeping. “What’s going on? Lois what did you do?”

The brunette glared at her cousin. “I didn’t do anything! Shut the stove!” Chloe shook her head as she coughed moving towards away from the over. “You shut it, you’re closer.” Lois opened her mouth and let out a series of loud coughs.

Before either one of them could start yelling there was a gust of wind and the alarm went silent. When they looked up the room was almost fully cleared of smoke and Clark stood at the sink, the water running over the large pan.

Chloe bit her bottom lip and glanced over towards the kitchen door where Oliver was leaning a lopsided smile on his face. “You doin’ okay there Sidekick?” She nodded. “Yeah…to bad I can’t say the same for the turkey…”

Lois took a few steps towards Clark and her shoulders sagged at the sight of the burnt turkey. It looked like someone had tossed it in a fire and used it as charcoal. She let out a disappointed sigh. “Wonderful…we ruined Thanksgiving…”

Clark glanced over his shoulder before wiping his hands and turning towards his wife. “Lois you didn’t ruin Thanksgiving as a matter of fact…the guys and I sort of have a surprise for you…don’t we guys?” Bart pursed his lips and glanced around the room.

Victor and AC shrugged and Mia looked at Oliver. He rolled his eyes and nodded as he glanced between Lois and Chloe. “We have a surprise for both of you…come on.” He held out a hand to his wife and Chloe only hesitated a second before moving forward and taking it.

Clark and Oliver led the way to the barn Lois and Chloe beside them. When they got to the door they each took a door and pushed them open. Lois was the first to walk inside and her eyes widened at the perfectly set table filled with food.

Chloe pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest as she glared at the food. Everyone else filed into the barn talking and went to find a seat around the table while the girls stood there looking more angry than happy. Clarks wallowed hard before addressing Lois.

“What’s wrong? I thought you’d be happy…” She whipped her head around to face her husband as she stabbed a finger at the table. “You thought I’d be happy that you were counting on me to burn our dinner so you could save the day with a feast of your own?”

“I…” She cut off his words jabbing the same finger in his chest, “I can’t believe you Clark Kent. How could you have absolutely no faith in me?” He fumbled with his words, his eyes drifting towards Oliver for help. The other man just held up his hands and shook his head as Lois continued yelling at Clark even as they moved towards the table.

Oliver chanced a look at his wife and arched an eyebrow at him. He sighed. “What?” She motioned to the table where there friends and family were sitting. “I can’t believe you did that…really. I mean you could have at least brought me in on the plan…I wouldn’t have tried so hard to cook…and I would have at least found a way to botch dinner without ruining Mrs. Kent’s oven.

She shook her head as she took a few steps towards the table and paused glancing over her shoulder. “Well, are you coming?” Oliver’s mouth opened and closed before he nodded and caught up with her. Unbelievable. He should have known this would be right up her ally. He sighed, oh well you live and learn.

Chapter Seven

A Year Of Holidays (5/7)

2012-01-16T09:04:00.001-05:00

Banner by: Franica

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Chapter 5

Halloween
‘Change of Plans’

Chloe leaned forward, the leather encasing the upper half of her body tightening slightly as she glanced into the mirror applying some lip gloss to her lips. Her gaze drifted to the clock and she wondered if Oliver was almost done getting ready.

It was five thirty on a Monday night and she was just putting the finishing touches on her Halloween costume for the charity ball her and Oliver had been invited to. She straightened up putting the small tube down on the dresser as she mashed her lips together lightly taking in her appearance.

The bodice of her dress was black leather with swirling gold designs along the middle and on each breast. The thin straps led to a neckline that dipped low in the front, but still managed to cover enough that she wouldn’t be referred to as Oliver Queen’s slutty wife.

She glanced down pressing her hands against the black skirt that flowed down to the floor. On the left side of the dress there was a slit that spanned the length of her leg, straight to her upper thigh. She shifted, her Jimmy Choo sparkling gold stiletto sandals catching the light and gleaming slightly.

She grinned. Chloe hated to admit it, but she loved the shoes. When Oliver had come home the other day baring gifts for her and Mia after being gone on a weeklong business trip she couldn’t help the hint of giddiness that had filled her.

Not because he bought her something, but because he’d been thinking about them while he was gone. Not that she ever doubted it, but it was always nice to be reminded that you were on someone’s mind even if they weren’t around.

The sound of footsteps had her glancing up and she caught sight of Oliver through the mirror leaning against the doorway, eyes wide. “Wow, Sidekick…I think you might be the hottest warrior princess I’ve ever seen…”

She spun around and smirked while arching an eyebrow at his costume. She took in the black skirt like garb with a thick gold belt. He wore black sandals that wrapped up his calf to right under his knee. There were bands on his forearms that were similar to the ones she wore and to complete the outfit he wore a cape draped over one shoulder and across half of his chest that was secured by a large gold seal at the opposite shoulder. “Thank you…No shirt?”

He shrugged and pushed away from the door frame, grinning as he stalked towards her tossing the round shield and plastic sword across the room on the bed. “It didn’t come with the costume.”

“Mmm…” His arms encircled her waist tugging her forward just slightly. Chloe smiled up at her husband, as she ran a hand down his bare arm, soft fingers caressing them making his muscles coil beneath her touch, “or maybe you just want to show off?”

Oliver tilted his head amusement dancing in his eyes. “Jealous?”

She snorted as she raised a hand to his neck, gripping it firmly, “Please, like I have anything to be jealous about…I know who you go home with at night Mr. Queen.”

He waggled his eyebrows, hand dropping to the small of her back as he pulled her even closer, dropping his head down to her ear. “Is that right Mrs. Queen?”

She laughed lightly, wild curls bouncing as she shook her head while pushing at his chest. “Oh no you don’t… we've got a party to go to. Wasn’t it you who insisted we go in the first place?” He nodded brows furrowing as she moved out of his reach.

“Yeah, but that was just because I wanted to see you dress up…plus buying two tickets raised 500 dollars for ALS…it was my good deed for the month.” Chloe rolled her eyes as she turned back to face the dresser and lifted her earrings, placing them in her ears.

“We should have seen if Mia wanted to come with us.” Oliver caught her eyes through the mirror as he came up behind her, moved her hair to one side and placed a light kiss against her bare shoulder. He continued towards her neck as he spoke between kisses, voice low.

“I did, she declined my invitation. Apparently spending a Halloween night with us isn’t as exciting as attending the frat scare fest party she was invited to.” She caught sight of him making a face through the mirror and she rolled her eyes.

“Stop pouting, she’s eighteen, you don’t actually expect her to hang out at some stuffy party with us, do you?”

He shrugged as he ran a hand down her back to her hip. “Maybe…”

Chloe turned in his arms and bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing. “Is someone feeling left out?” He frowned and that only made her grin as she wrapped both arms around his neck. “Poor Ollie…” She leaned up placing a light kiss against his lips.

When she pulled back he nodded, eyebrow raised as he leered down at the small amount of cleavage her dress was showing. “And I know just how you can distract me from my hurt feelings…” He walked forward until her back hit the dresser.

Chloe let out a small ‘oomph’ as she gripped his arms. She went to protest and say they should probably start heading out, but as soon as her mouth opened his lips crashed down on hers. When she felt his tongue caress the inside of her mouth she groaned and sliding her hands up to his neck as she returned the kiss fiercely.

They broke apart for air and seconds later his mouth was back on hers as one hand gripped her ass, the other pushing things out of his way before lifting her onto the dresser. She spread her legs automatically giving him room to get closer to her as one hand slipped from his neck to his bare chest caressing the skin there before moving down, gripping his side and pulling him further into the cradle of her thighs.

Oliver grunted as he pried his lips from hers, the shiny gloss now covering his mouth as he trailed sucking kisses down the length of her throat before latching on to her pulse point and sucking hard. Chloe’s head fell back as she arched forward slightly moaning low in her throat as one hand threaded through his hair.

“Mmm…Ollie…” He smirked against her skin as he shifted her skirt so one part of the slit fell between her legs. He stroked her thigh before edging his fingers up further, brushing them against her panties. Chloe swore and hooked a leg around him jerking his body forward so the bulge under his costume rubbed against her as she spoke, voice slightly breathless.

“We don’t have time for foreplay Hero…let’s move it along…”

He lifted his head and raised an eyebrow at her, voice slightly offended. “Are you actually rushing me through sex? Has it come to that point in our marriage already?”

She let out an exasperated sigh as she slipped her hand down his stomach cupping him the material of his costume, rotating her hand against him slowly. “You are so dramatic…we have somewhere to go that doesn’t mean we don’t have time for a quickie, we’ll make with the foreplay later. Stop getting all pouty and put those extremities to good use.”

He pursed his lips slipping two fingers beneath her panties and stroking her lightly before slipping inside of her in one quick movement. Chloe’s hand paused against him, heartbeat picking up speed, moisture gathering between her legs as his fingers caressed her intimately, thrusting in and out making her hips shift up to meet his hand, small moans leaving her throat.

Her face was flush with arousal and he licked his lips as he watched her eyes slid shut his pace quickening as he ran a thumb over her clit eliciting a loud noise from the back of her throat. He could hear the short breaths falling from her throat as her face contorted in pleasure.

Her inner walls fluttered slightly and he knew she was close. He pulled his fingers from her body and her eyes flew open as she whimpered. “Oliver!” He smirked moving his hand down to his costume, pushing the material out of the way as he pulled his shaft free of his boxer, catching his wife’s gaze.

“Sorry Sidekick, no time for foreplay…we’ve got somewhere to be remember?” She glared in his direction and right when she opened her mouth to tell him exactly where he could shove his comment; he gripped her hips tilting them slightly, pulled her panties to the side and thrust into her in one quick movement.

She gasped one hand flying to his arm the other bracing flat against the dresser. He grinned, pulled all the way out and slammed back in as her head dropped back and she moaned, inner muscles tight around him as she clenched them making him grit his teeth.

He made a face as he grit his teeth a warning in his tone when he spoke. “Cut it out…”

She smirked and he saw the glimmer of mischief in her eyes as he shook his head setting a fast pace as she gripped his body tightly meeting him thrust for thrust.

She was horrible, always trying to make him lose control…and yet he loved every second of it. He groaned as she arched her body back, tightening her legs around him, her eyes sliding shut as she bit her bottom lip hard. The dresser moved slightly with the force of his thrusts as his name fell frantically from her lips.

He reached between them rotating his thumb against her clit as he continued to propel his hips forward sinking as far into the warm cavern of her body as he could. He felt her inner walls contracting slightly so he sped up his movements and moved his thumb quicker.

Chloe bucked her hips forward nails digging into the flesh of his back as she called out his name came, muscles pulsating and squeezing around his shaft. Oliver groaned dropping his head to her neck.He got in two more thrusts before exploding inside of her.

The room was silent save for the sound of heavy breathing as they stayed in that position for several minutes, Chloe stroking his back lightly as Oliver dropped several light kisses against her shoulder and neck.

Oliver shifted, pulling out of her slowly and glancing around for something to clean himself off with. Chloe reached over grabbing a tissue from the end of the dresser and waving it in front of him. He took it and winked, before using it and then tucking himself back into his costume and moving her panties back in place.

Chloe shifting wincing slightly and he frowned. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head as he helped her off the now slightly destroyed dresser. “No…but I’m going to need to go clean up now…” She gazed up voice reprimanding, but her eyes were full of affection. “We’re going to be late.”

Oliver gave her a cheeky grin and shrugged. “So? It’s customary to make an entrance. We’re Queens…we don’t follow time tables, we make our own.” She chuckled as she headed towards the bathroom.

He watched her disappear through the doorway and seconds later she called out to him. “You know, I could always use some help cleaning up…”

Before her voice even trailed off Oliver was moving forward. Hell he didn’t need to be told twice. Forget the Halloween ball, Oliver was perfectly content to stay at home and do a little trick or treating of his own…

Chapter Six

There's A Spark in You

2012-01-15T20:36:00.000-05:00

Banner By: Andrea

Title: There’s A Spark in You
Pairing: Ian/Mia
Rating: PG-13
Fictable Prompt: #017 Fireworks for dandiandi22
Word Count: 1,402
Universe: The JLC Series
Summary: They were so simple, bright lights bursting in the sky, yet they were majestically beautiful and spectacular.

Nothing in life was ever perfect for Mia. Her Mother took off when she was barely two leaving her with a Father who decided to drown his sorrows in booze and drugs, which inevitably led to hours on end of mental and physical abuse. There weren’t many things that got her through those times, but no matter what happened there was always one thing she seemed to look back on with the slightest hint of fondness.

When Mia was a little girl, she loved fireworks. They were so simple, bright lights bursting in the sky, yet they were majestically beautiful and spectacular. One day at school, before things got irrevocably bad and she stopped going, Mia remembered her teacher describing love to be just like those fireworks.

She had said it was a bright, intense, magical feeling that ignited a person’s heart with warmth and a feeling of contentment. Even at such a young age Mia could remember rolling her eyes, but the words had always stuck with her. And when she took off the day before her twelfth birthday in the middle of the night, she ran hoping to find the kind of love her teacher described.

Not exactly the best plan and that one action had cost her more than she knew at the time. That decision had led her to Rick and at first she had mistaken what she had with him to be love. That was until he sold her body to the highest bidder. Some days Mia thought her life was just as bad with him as it was with her Father, but even so every year without fail she’d find a way to catch a glimpse of those fireworks in the sky and she’d remember.

In the years following Rick finding her, Mia grew hard she had to the life she lived wasn’t for the faint of heart and she started to give up on ever finding the kind of love and acceptance her teacher talked about. It was nice in theory, but life wasn’t candy canes and rainbows. Life was complicated and hard. But then, something unexpected happened.

Mia met Oliver Queen and he saved her from a life she never truly wanted giving her something worth fighting for. A purpose…and that purpose had brought Ian into her life. It wasn’t until she met Ian Archer on an undercover mission with Oliver’s team of heroes that she finally understood what her teacher meant.

The minute they met, she knew something was different about him. She couldn’t pinpoint it and she didn’t understand it, but as cheesy as it sounded when his eyes met hers for the first time, it was like everything else in the world ceased existing. And the first time they kissed, really kissed, just for them, Mia felt it.

Fireworks. The same feeling of awe filled her as her heart beat faster than she’d ever felt it go. Her lips had tingled against his, warmth filling her chest as something she’d never felt before sparked inside of her. Mia knew in that moment, from that one kiss that Ian was it for her. It didn’t matter that she thought of herself as damaged goods or that she was only eighteen. There wasn’t a person in the world that made her feel what Ian did with one kiss.

Mia was startled out of her thoughts by the sound of the elevator. She glanced up from her perch on the couch near the open balcony doors, pulling the blanket tighter around herself, the California breeze slightly chilly for this time of year. She watched Ian make his way into the room grin on his face.

“Did I miss them?” He asked while walking over to the couch and holding out his hand to his girlfriend. Her dark hair was in loose waves from swimming in the ocean most of the day and it framed her face cascading down her shoulders like a chestnut colored waterfall.

Mia shook her head and grinned. “Nope, you’re just in time Mr. Archer,” She teased lightly as she took his hand and let him pull her up off the couch and out onto the balcony. She leaned against it and felt him wrap his arms around her from behind. She smiled relaxing her body back into him. “What happened to Bart and Courtney?” She asked lightly.

Ian grinned as he dipped his head and pressed a light kiss against Mia’s neck. “Courtney mentioned something about Times Square and you know Bart, they were gone less than a second later,” He said before chuckling lightly as he cocked his head to the side and watched her for a minute. He could see the contemplative look on her face and he wondered what she was thinking about.

He ran his hands over her arms a few times as he shifted his gaze, glancing out over the city. “Are you sure you’re okay with not being in Metropolis for the holiday?” He asked lightly as he felt her body relax against his chest. “Because we can call Clark and have him fly us out there to be with Chloe and Oliver.” He told her, not used to her being so quiet and wondering if something was wrong.

Mia shook her head. “No,” She said softly as she tilted her head enough to look at him. “I kind of like that it’s just us.” She told him softly. She had talked to Oliver earlier in the day and though he had seemed a little hurt that she wasn’t coming in to spend the fourth of July with the team, but he’d understood. She and Ian had just made their way back to Star City not long ago after Lois and Clark’s wedding and she was just looking for some down time after everything that had happened with Tower Prep and Lex Luthor.

Ian nodded as he leaned closer to her. “Don’t get me wrong, you know I love the team and Oliver and Chloe, but I’m sort of glad we’re alone too,” He told her quietly. Things had been hectic between Lois and Clarks wedding, moving to California, and registering for classes in the fall. He was even glad Bart had whisked Courtney off to New York. He opened his mouth to ask his girlfriend a question when here was a loud crackle before what sounded like a muffled book as the sky lit up with color.

Mia grinned as she placed a hand on his arm. “The first few a small, but just wait until you see the ones in the middle. The firework show down by the beach is amazing, but it’s even better from up here,” She said her voice holding a hint of awe that Ian had never heard in it before. “You can see everything from this vantage point. The burst of the rocket shooting in the sky, the part where it erupts and the sparks burst out and look,” She pointed to each piece falling down as the light fizzled out. “The end.” She whispered.

Ian shifted so he was no longer beside her, but next to her instead. He waited until she was facing him and then he cupped her cheeks and captured her lips in a soft kiss as the fireworks exploded beside them.

Mia deepened the kiss, gripping his neck with one arm as the other moved to his waist causing her blanket to slip from her shoulders. She coaxed his mouth open slipping her tongue inside as she pressed her body against his. She could hear the noise from the fireworks as warmth filled her burning chest. She released his lips and sucked in a deep breath as she rested her forehead against his. Just over a year since they’d been together and it still felt as amazing as that first kiss.

Ian stroked the side of her face lightly as he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “I love you,” He whispered.

Mia’s face softened as she tightened her grip on him, her eyes never leaving his. “I love you, too.” She told him softly and just like that her hope in the words her teacher had told her were back. Love was a bright, intense, magical feeling that ignited a person’s heart with warmth and a feeling of contentment and that was exactly what Ian gave to her.

A Year Of Holidays (4/7)

2012-01-13T19:21:00.001-05:00

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Chapter 4

The Fourth of July
‘Watermelon Explosion’

Chloe made her way through the sliding glass door in the kitchen, walking towards the island and glancing at the teenager dropping hotdogs onto the platter. Mia glanced up when she felt eyes on her and grinned when she noticed Chloe standing there.

She took in the older woman’s green bathing suit cover as she spoke. “Is he ready for the burgers and hot dogs?”

Chloe nodded placing her hands on the kitchen island and leaning forward. “Yup, here why don’t you let me take them out to him and you can head back to the pool…I think Bart was looking for you.”

Mia’s face lit up as she wiped her hands on a dishtowel and gave the blonde a small grin as she made her way around the island handing the other woman the platter. “Thanks Chloe.” The blonde nodded as she followed behind the teenager smiling when she dove right back into the pool causing a loud commotion from the guys.

Chloe let out a relaxed sigh as she moved back outside and down the pathway towards the grill. It had been about two months since they moved into Queen manner and she had been so happy that they got everything squared away in time for the fourth of July.

It was the first time the whole team was together since New Years. Her feet hit the grass and she paused next to Oliver extending the platter in his direction.

He glanced over his shoulder and grinned. “Hey Professor, I was wondering where you ran off to.”

She sent a small smile his way as he leaned over and took the platter from her while she spoke. “I just ran inside to check on Mia and get the food from her.” Oliver nodded as he pulled a few burgers from the platter and dropped them carefully onto the grill.

Chloe’s eyes took him in as he stood there shirtless in a pair of green and black swimming trunks and flip flops manning the grill like a pro. Her heart warmed as he focused on flipping the meat and turning the hot dogs. It wasn’t often that she saw Oliver completely relaxed.

Between Queen Industries, being Green Arrow and the league…their lives were pretty much hectic on a regular basis. So it was nice to finally have a weekend where they could just lounge around with friends. Oliver’s voice startled her out of her thoughts.

“I can practically feel your inner monologue from here Sidekick…what’s going on in that head of yours?”

She grinned moving closer to him and wrapping her arms around his midsection from behind, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Honestly? Nothing…I’m completely full of random yet happy thoughts…”

He chuckled turning slightly and shifting her so he could wrap an arm around her as he brought her to his side. It was the fourth of July and they’d decided to have a Barbeque in honor of the holiday.

Oliver never thought he’d be the kind of guy who lounged around the house with friends and family on a Saturday grilling up food and using the pool he used to swim in as a child. But here he was. When he had first decided to have the house cleaned out and slightly renovated he’d been worried about the kind of memories being back there would bring to the surface, but surprisingly he felt more at ease then he thought he would and he was pretty sure that was because of Chloe and Mia.

As large as the house was, they managed to fill it with warmth and on most days it made him feel like the luckiest guy in the world. Sappy sure, but after the hell he’d been through in the past year and a half he was pretty sure he deserved a little sappy every now and then.

He felt a warm palm snake up his chest and he blinked himself out of his thoughts before giving his wife a sideways glance, eyebrow arching high. “Can I help you?”

She smirked leaning forward and pressing a kiss against his naked back. “Mmm, I was thinking...Dinah, AC and Bart are in the pool with Mia. Lois, Clark and Victor are playing ping pong…” Her tone lowered as she caressed his stomach lightly, “Looks like everyone is preoccupied for the moment maybe you and I should be a little preoccupied too.”

A sly smirk slid onto Oliver’s face as he turned to face the blonde in his arms, humor in his voice, but his body had definitely responded to her words. “Why Mrs. Queen…are you suggesting we run off and have ourselves a little afternoon delight with our friends right out back?”

Chloe flushed and gave a one armed shrug. “Maybe…” He grinned at the red tint on her cheeks before cupping the back of her neck, leaning down and brushing a light kiss against her lips. He moved his head towards her ear, voice low, hot breath hitting her skin as he spoke.

“That’s not something you should ever be embarrassed about Professor…” He glanced to the side catching sight of Mia tossing a beach ball over the small volley ball net that was set up inside the pool. Bart was on her team and Dinah and AC were on the other side laughing as they hit the ball back.

He then chanced a glance at the other end of the backyard and caught sight of Clark shaking his head while Lois served hard making the ball fly and almost slam directly into Victor. He sent a glare her way before returning it quickly.

Oliver’s eyes finally traveled back to his wife and he nodded his head towards the house. “I think if we head in quietly we could probably get a good twenty to twenty-five minutes before someone comes looking for us….”

Chloe smirked and took his hand, tugging him over the lawn and towards the sliding glass doors. “Well then let’s go Romeo…we don’t want to waste any of those minutes.” He chuckled at her eagerness as he ushered her into the kitchen and before they could get anything further he yanked on her arm gently spinning her body around so she was facing him.

She opened her mouth and his lips were immediately on hers as he wound one large arm around her until her body was pressed against his. Chloe moaned into his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck arching her body against him making Oliver groan.

He deepened the kiss, tongue seeking out hers as he slid one hand down her back, squeezing her ass lightly while the other cupped her cheek. They broke apart and she sucked in a mouthful of air before he crushed his lips against her again.

There was a flurry of activity as Oliver grunted pushing her against the kitchen wall before bending just slightly, gripping her ass and hoisting her up so she was pinned between him and the wall. Her legs automatically spread for him as she wrapped them around him, making her bathing suit wrap hike up.

Chloe could feel him hard against her and her head fell back when he ground his hips into hers. “Oh god…Ollie.” Her nails dug into his back as she arched her hips against his, voice breathy as his lips locked onto her pulse point. “Not in the kitchen the door it’s open anyone can walk in.”

Oliver pulled back before glancing behind him at the sliding glass door and pursing his lips. He turned back to Chloe his eyes traveling over the room and finally pausing on the pantry closet. He grinned gripping her ass tightly as he walked away from the wall.

“No worries Sidekick, I’m on it.” She was about to ask him where they were going when he used his foot to lightly kick open the pantry door. She arched an eyebrow at him a glint of humor in her eyes as he kicked it shut behind them and pushed her gently against the shelves. “Seriously? The pantry closet?”

He smirked and shrugged before his lips were back on her neck as he spoke between kisses. “Why not? We’ve never done it in here before…could be fun.”

She chuckled and seconds later it turned into a moan when he cupped her breast and brushed his thumb over her nipple. Oliver grinned at her reaction as he tugged the straps on her wrap down below her breasts, eyes traveling to her swimsuit.

He raised lust filled eyes catching hers as his hand pulled the fabric to the side exposing one of her breasts, his voice low. “Let’s see how loud I can make you scream.” Her legs automatically tightened around him, a wave of heat filling her at his words as his head dipped down twirling a tongue around her nipple.

Her hands threaded through his hair as his other hand slipped between them rubbing her slit through the fabric of her bathing suit. “Mmm harder Ollie no time for foreplay twenty minutes…”

He watched her eyes slide shut, teeth clamping down on her lower lip as his mouth closed over her nipple and his hand slipped beneath her panties.

She let out a loud moan as his fingers grazed against her bare flesh before he thrust two fingers inside of her, eliciting a strangled cry from her throat. Oliver released her breast as he lifted his head gazing as the expression on her face.

Her head was tossed back, skin flushed; eyes closed as she pushed her hips forward making his fingers sink deeper inside the warm cavern of her body. God she was gorgeous, especially when she was naked and beneath him.

How many guys could say that their wives dragged them away from friends and family just so they could have a quick screw in the pantry closet? Hell who cared, all that mattered was that was the kind of stuff his wife did.

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Victor missed the shot and Lois threw up her hands. “And that’s game!” Victor frowned and glanced at Clark who was chuckling as he shook his head. “I told you not to play with her Vic…” She grinned and put down her paddle.

“Alright I don’t know about you two, but I’m starving…where’s the host? He needs to feed me.” She glanced around the backyard and frowned when she didn’t see her cousin or Oliver anywhere. “Hey do you guys see Chloe or Oliver?”

Clark shifted and walked over towards Lois before glancing at the pool and then the barbeque. He shook his head. “No, maybe they ran inside to grab more food?”

She gave him a sideways glance and made a face. “I guess so…I’m gonna see if she needs any help in the kitchen.”

Victor moved passed them while pulling off his shirt as he spoke over his shoulder, “And I’m gonna go for a swim.” They watched as he dove into the pool earning a few disgruntled shouts at disturbing the volley ball game. Lois smiled slightly before rolling her eyes good naturedly and turning towards Clark.

“I’ll be right back Smallville, keep an eye out for our blonde counterparts.” Clark furrowed his brows and Lois let out an exasperated sigh at the confusion on his face as she placed a quick kiss against his lips. “Chloe and Oliver…keep up.”

Clark watched her head into the house before he made his way towards the pool and smiled. He was glad Oliver and Chloe had decided to do something for the holiday. Balancing life as Superman, being a husband and working at the Planet was difficult, but moments like these made all the hard work they did year round worth it.

He was knocked out of his thoughts by the feel of something cool against his skin. He made a face and glanced down at the water on his arm before looking at the pool. Bart smirked, “What’s the matter Stretch, no bathing suit?”

Clark rolled his eyes good naturedly and grinned. “I’m just waiting until after I eat.” Bart nodded before sending a wave of water towards Mia as he spoke. “Speaking of when is that gonna be? Where’s bossman?”

He tilted his head looking around Clark but didn’t spot Oliver at the grill. He squinted and frowned when he saw flames near the grill his eyes widening. “Holy crap.” Clark arched an eyebrow at the younger man before turning in the direction he was looking.

Several feet away stood the grill with flames spewing from the food on top of it. Bart was just moving out of the pool as Clark appeared in front of the flames patting them out. When he turned around Bart was standing there water dripping from his body, eyebrow raised. “The foods burnt isn’t it?”

Clark glanced back towards the crisp looking burgers and hot dogs, winced and nodded. “Burnt is putting it kindly.” Bart let out a long sigh while crossing his arms over his chest and once again looking around the backyard eyebrows drawn together. “Dude…where the hell is Oliver?”

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Lois glanced around the kitchen with a frown. There was no one there. Her eyes fell on a large bowl of cut-up watermelon and she made her way over to it. “Chlo?” There was no answer so she lifted the bowl and as she turned she heard a slight scuffling noise coming from her left.

Lois paused and glanced in the direction of the pantry closest. She was in the process of looking away when she heard a loud bang. Her eyebrows drew together as she turned and edge closer to the closet, her heartbeat picking up speed just slightly.

As she got closer the noises grew louder. She shifted the bowl in her arms so she was holding it up ready to attack whoever had managed to ruin their happy Saturday. Lois took one more step forward, pulled open the pantry door and tossed the bowl of watermelon forward.

Several things happened simultaneously. Lois caught sight of exactly who was in the pantry, Chloe gripped the back of Oliver’s head while crying out his name, eyes squeezed shut as his hips slammed forward into hers, her inner walls clenching and squeezing his shaft as she exploded around him.

And Oliver turned his head, pink juice from the watermelon dripping down his face and chest as he glared at the brunette to his left. He grunted, jaw clenched as he gripped Chloe’s hips tighter and continued moving inside of her voice irritated. He knew he should probably stop but for the love of god he was so close. “Close the fucking door Lois.”

Her mouth dropped open and she slammed the door shut, but didn’t move from her spot in front of the pantry. There was more banging, a few grunts, several swear words coming from Oliver’s mouth and a few noises from her cousin that made her scrunch her nose.

She finally shifted away from the door and once the initial shock wore off she smirked. Only her cousin and Oliver would run off to have wild sex in the pantry with their friends right outside. Her attention was drawn to the closet and when she heard the door open.

Chloe walked out first fixing her bathing suit cover up dress, cheeks tinted red as Lois grinned in her direction. “Having fun cuz?”

The blonde rolled her eyes and Oliver walked out brushing off the juice that was running down his chest with a frown. “I’m all sticky.”

Lois snorted. “I bet…”

He glared at her, pointing as he spoke. “Really Lois? Watermelon? You threw a bowl of watermelon at me? What exactly did you think that would accomplish?” She shrugged before speaking. “I thought you were an intruder or something…”

Oliver let out an exasperated sigh. “Yes, an intruder who thinks there’s something worth steeling in the pantry closet…where’s everyone else?” Lois was just about to say something when Bart and Clark made their way through the sliding glass doors.

Three heads turned in their direction as Bart held up a burnt burger and pouted. “Bossman…you burnt the food…what are we gonna eat? Where have you guys been?” Chloe gave Oliver a sideways glance as she bit her bottom lip.

Oliver ran a hand through his hair as he tried to come up with a plausible excuse that didn’t make him and his wife seem like two horny teenagers. Clark arched an eyebrow and spoke before Oliver could, “Is that…watermelon in your hair?”

Oliver reached up quickly ruffling his hair as he glared at Lois who gave him a sheepish smile as he spoke. “Uh yeah we were just…” His voice trailed off.

Lois smirked, arms crossing over her chest as she arched an eyebrow picking up where Oliver’s voice words left off. “Making a little Watermelon explosion?”

Bart’s eyes lit up, “Oh, I love watermelon, can I try some?”

Chloe and Oliver spoke quickly and in unison. “No!”

He frowned and Lois chuckled as she turned towards Bart and Clark. “Come on you two, let’s leave the love birds alone and see if we can scrounge up some more food. We’re gonna need to eat something.”

They looked at each other, then Chloe and Oliver and finally towards Lois as they let her lead them back into the backyard confusion on their faces. Chloe groaned when she and Oliver were finally alone. He shrugged, “Looks like we got caught…”

She turned towards her husband and shook her head. “Really…that’s all you have to say? I can’t believe you actually kept going after Lois found us…”

Oliver gave her a look. “You’re my wife why can’t we have sex in our pantry if we want?”

“We can it’s just…she saw us.” Oliver smirked and wrapped an arm around Chloe as he led her to the door while leaning his head down slightly.

“I’m pretty sure your cousin knows we have sex Sidekick…besides that will teach her to open doors without knocking…now come on I need to take a dip in the pool and get this watermelon juice off me.”

Chloe chuckled as the warm sun hit her skin. She ran a finger down his chest catching some of the juice and pulled her finger into her mouth. “Mmm, you taste sweet.”

Oliver groaned as they walked towards their friends, his hands clenching on her hip as his body responded to her words, voice low when he spoke. “Thank god the pool has cold water…”

Chapter Five

The Justice League Chronicles: Reckoning (14/14) Master List

2012-01-12T12:51:00.001-05:00

Title: The Justice League Chronicles: Book Five: Reckoning
Rating: NC-17
Author: sxymami0909 and ihearttvsnark
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Oliver/Chloe, Clark/Lois, Lex/Lana
Word Count: 137,700
Timeline: Spoilers through season 9. AU- Lana and Lex are happily married, and Clark is past his ‘dark phase’ and married to Lois and Chloe and Oliver are engaged.
Main Banner: dandiandi22 because she’s more awesome them you all know and practically inspires half the things I write randomly without even realizing it!
Chapter Artwork: A special thank you to energis121bgd
Part: 14/14
Summary: In the wake of Chloe and Oliver’s almost wedding, the tabloids have gone on a rampage while Luthor Corp’s influence steadily grows throughout the city. With Oliver gone, the team in shambles and Chloe broken, the Justice League is in a race against time to save Oliver from Lana’s evil clutches before it’s too late. Lana is in hiding, old enemies resurface and the team finds help where they least expect it; while one member finds love, crossing a forbidden line that might just change the dynamic of the Justice League forever.

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A Year Of Holidays (3/7)

2012-01-10T09:42:00.005-05:00

Banner By: Franica

Previous Chapter

Chapter 3

Easter Sunday

‘Chocolate Covered Threats’

Oliver let out a small sigh as he stood next to Clark while his wife and Lois walked ahead of them talking animatedly. Earlier that morning Clark and Lois had made their way to Star City and then the four of them spent the morning on his private jet in route to Washington. It was Easter Sunday and apparently General Lane and Gabe Sullivan had somehow managed to talk their daughters into getting them all together for an Easter Day family celebration.

Normally, Oliver wouldn’t mind, then again Chloe’s father wasn’t typically involved in these types of festivities and if he was being honest he wasn’t looking forward to meeting the General either. Clark had definitely not spoken the man’s praises.

Chloe’s laughter pulled him from his thoughts and he watched as she touched Lois’s arm lightly, while speaking. “Oh and remember the time you thought Lucy would look good covered in chocolate?” Lois snorted nodding. “Yeah…that didn’t go over so well with the General…”

Chloe grinned, “Well you did use the batter for dessert…” Oliver smiled slightly at the happiness radiating off of her as they followed the two women up the steps of the modest looking house. He titled his head slightly towards Clark as the girls knocked.

“So, on a scale of 1-10, how bad would you say it is that they practically called out of nowhere to all of a sudden have a family holiday?”

Clark caught Oliver’s gaze and let out a puff of air before pursing his lips, voice low. “For us? I’m gonna say it’s pretty bad. I haven’t seen Mr. Sullivan in years, but he’s always been a pretty good guy…but The General…”

He lowered his voice even more as the front door was pulled open revealing the older man. “He scares the crap out of me.” The words left his mouth quickly before he plastered a smile on his face and moved forward stretching out his hand to Sam Lane.

“It’s good to see you again General.” He gave Clark a cursory gaze before pursing his lips and taking his hand. “Kent…treating your new bride well I hope.” He nodded. “Of course sir…uh, you know Oliver Queen right?” He motioned towards the blonde standing next to him and the General’s eyes squinted.

“Mmm, how could I not. It’s not every day billionaires announce that they spend their free time parading around in leather…” Oliver tensed slightly and seconds later he felt a small palm curl around his arm. He broke his stare with the general glancing sideways at Chloe.

Her eyebrow was arched as she spoke, a warning in her tone, “Uncle Sam…”

He finally looked away from Oliver a bright smile forming on his face as he turned to Chloe, voice gruff as he spoke. “Yes Angel?”

She shook her head while smiling. “I would think you of all people would cut Oliver some slack…”

The older man grunted, pursing his lips as he spoke. “Point taken…Oliver, it’s nice to meet you.” He held out is hand and the blonde immediately took it.

He didn’t wince when the general squeezed his hand tighter than necessary, just smiled pleasantly. “General…it’s nice to meet you too.”

They stood there for several minutes before Lois rolled her eyes, grabbed Clark’s hand and moved forward pushing through the door. “Enough already guys…where’s Uncle Gabe…and is there food? I’m starving.” Clark sighed as he followed his wife inside before Sam finally let go of Oliver’s hand and following behind them

Chloe heard Oliver let out a long breath and she rubbed his arm lightly, concern marring her brow. “What’s wrong?” He lifted a hand and motioned towards the open door.

“He already hates me…imagine what your Father is going to think…this was a bad idea.”

She frowned. “Ollie…give it a chance. You were going to have to meet them eventually…they’re family. It’s not like we could avoid them forever…it’s going to be fine. My Dad is going to love you.”

Oliver snorted slightly, but let her drag him into the house as he spoke tone weary. “Somehow I doubt that…”

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Twenty minutes later Lois and Chloe were in the backyard laughing, setting the table outside while the General and Clark stood in front of the TV as Sam rambled on about the newest laws going into congress. But not him, no he was sitting across from Chloe’s Father at the kitchen counter, palms sweating, heart beating ridiculously fast, not at all sure what to say to his wife’s Father.

He felt like a teenager. Completely out of his element. It had been years since he’d met someone’s parents…scratch that he didn’t think he’d ever met any parents of the women he dated. It was absolutely nerve wrecking because in this instance he actually cared what the guy thought.

Gabe studied the man in front of him discreetly as he stirred the melting chocolate. He cleared his throat and watched Oliver straighten slightly. “So, Oliver…how long have you and my daughter been together, because the last time I heard your name mentioned you were dating my niece…making your way through the family?”

Gabe held in his smirk when Oliver winced. He didn’t dislike the young man in front of him, but he did have a few issues that he wanted to address with his daughter’s new husband.

Oliver scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, no. I mean yeah I dated Lois…but it wasn’t serious and we both realized it would never work…with Chloe…I just sort of knew she was it.”

Gabe nodded as he motioned for Oliver to hand him the plastic molding tray of egg shapes. He lifted it off the counter and handed it to the older man while speaking. “Chocolate eggs?”

Gabe nodded as he opened the drawer, pulled out a spoon and handed it to Oliver. “Why don’t you help me?”

He swallowed hard and nodded before pushing away from his seat and moving around the counter. Gabe showed him how to scoop out the chocolate and poor it into the molding, grin on his lips. “It’s not too difficult I’m sure you can handle it.”

Oliver chuckled slightly the tension in his shoulders starting to relax as he dug out some chocolate and poured it into the egg shaped molding. So far so good. Gabe watched him for a few minutes before glancing back at the pot as he spoke.

“So you never did answer me…How long have you and my daughter been seeing each other?” Oliver gave him a sideways glance as he filled another egg. “We’ve been together for close to two years…”

Gabe nodded and spoke, tone casual as he shut off the stove. “And the drunken wedding…was that planned or just a side effect of the alcohol?” Oliver coughed lightly, throat suddenly going dry as he dripped some chocolate on the counter.

“Uh…” How exactly does one explain the woes of magic champagne to a Father-in-law? “Well it obviously wasn’t planned sir, but I love your daughter and had it not happened that night, I have no doubt it would have happened in the future…”

Gabe pursed his lips eyeing the young man next to him eyebrows raised. “Is that so?”

Oliver nodded without missing a beat. “Absolutely. I never even considered marriage until I started dating Chloe…there’s no one more important to me.”

He could hear the honesty in the other man’s voice and he let out an internal sigh. He wanted to hate his daughter’s new husband. He wanted to tell her she was being ridiculous and making herself a target for all different kinds of criminals.

Hell he wanted to tell Chloe that Oliver was a horrible guy and she could do better, but as he glanced out the window in the kitchen and watched her in the backyard with Lois, the fact was he’d never seen her happier. Plus he was a crime fighter for god’s sake…it was infuriating.

He reached forward and pulled out another spoonful of chocolate. “Is that so…and what about your city Mr. Green Arrow…does my daughter come before that?” The older man gave Oliver another sideways glance and he saw him swallow hard.

And there is was. He had thought his meeting with Chloe’s Dad had gone a little too well. Oliver put down the spoon and turned so he was leaning against the counter facing Gabe.

“With all due respect sir you’re daughter knew exactly who I was when she married me. She’s known about me being Green Arrow for close to four years now. She’s part of my team…that’s…sort of how we met. If I put her before all the innocent people out there…she’d never forgive me.”

Oliver smirked slightly, eyes lighting up as he spoke. “Chloe is an amazing woman. She’s selfless…brave…heroic and a million and one other adjectives. Even if I wanted to put her before the greater good…she’d never let me.”

Gabe shook his head and groaned.

Oliver frowned, “What?”

Gabe shook his head as he scooped out more chocolate. “I was hoping your answer would be different…or you’d lie…or something.” He turned to Oliver and glared while pointing the spoon at him.

“Is there anything I can hate you for? You and Chloe went out, got drunk and married and I can’t even dislike you for it because you seem like a pretty decent guy…it’s all rather annoying.”

Oliver opened and closed his mouth a few times surprised by Gabe’s outburst, but before he could say anything Clark made his way into the kitchen and spoke while pulling open the fridge.

“Did he tell you when he and Chloe first started, their, uh thing it wasn’t really a relationship?” He pulled out a bottle of water and turned laughing slightly as he continued speaking. “It was more of a friends with--” He shut his mouth when he saw the look on Oliver’s face.

He glanced between the two men in front of him as he held his water battle. “Uh…I think I hear the General calling me…” Before Gabe or Oliver could say another word Clark was already heading towards the living room. Chloe’s father turned around very slowly, eyes turning to slits as he glared at the taller man.

Oliver swallowed hard and took a hesitant step back as Gabe spoke, voice eerily quiet. “I’m sorry…you were what with my daughter?”

Oliver held up a hand and took another step back. “Now Mr. Sullivan…it’s not what you think…”

He arched an eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh? So you didn’t have a purely physical relationship with Chloe?” Oliver rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to come up with an answer that didn’t make him sound like an ass.

“Not exactly…I mean okay…you know you’re daughter isn’t exactly the easiest woman to try and have a relationship with…I tried to date her. She wouldn’t let me. She wouldn’t accept my gifts or go out in public with me. It honestly gave me a complex," He told the other man quickly, "I started to doubt my own charm. It was really all a very traumatic experience for me.”

Gabe did his best not to smirk at the billionaire in front of him as he nodded. “Oh I’m sure it was horrible for you…having a woman at you beck and call whenever you wanted without all those pesky little strings that men can’t be bother with.”

Oliver shook his head quickly. “No, that’s not me. I love strings!” He made a point of pointing at his wedding band. “This is a very huge string and I mean really does it matter how we started? Isn’t it how we ended up that matters?”

Gabe didn’t say anything and Oliver pursed his lips silence falling between them. He stood near the stove and glanced to his right trying to figure out exactly how far the patio door was from where he stood and if he could make a run for it. He couldn’t believe that he dealt with criminals on a regular basis and Chloe’s Dad, was scaring him.

That was ridiculous. Then again he could shoot the criminals, he was pretty sure Chloe would get mad at him if he tasered her Dad. Oliver let out a nervous chuckle his eyes finding the older man’s gaze again. “You’re going to kill me aren’t you? You realize you’d be depriving Star City of it’s only vigilante hero? And leaving your only daughter without a husband…”

Gabe stared him down and Oliver sighed as he cursed Clark in his head. The minute he got back to Star City he was going to find a chunk of kryptonite and shove it so far up the alien’s ass, Lois would feel it. His shoulders slumped as he gazed at the angry man in front of him, a hint of hope in his voice as he spoke. “Do I at least get a head start?”

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Chloe chuckled as she placed the last plate on the table. “You’re horrible Lo’.”

The brunette smirked as she put down another glass. “Oh come on, Smallville’s a big boy…he can handle the general just fine and you left Oliver alone with Uncle Gabe.”

Chloe snorted and gave Lois a look. “My Dad is nowhere near the levels of scary as the General…and you know it.”

Lois shrugged and moved towards the end of the table. “Do you think the lasagna is done?” The blonde rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to respond when a loud crash sounded from inside the house.

Lois and Chloe glanced at each other before running towards the patio door and into the house. Both women froze eyes wide open at the sight in front of them. All four men were covered in chocolate as was the kitchen counter around them.

Oliver stood to the side near the sink, holding Clark in front of him as Gabe held the General back by the arm. Lois’s mouth dropped open as Chloe spoke making four sets of eyes turn in her direction. “What the hell is going on?”

Oliver straightened up immediately, letting go of Clark’s shirt and stepping out from behind him, a wooden spoon covered in chocolate in his hand as he sent her a sheepish smirk. “Hey there Sidekick…”

She motioned towards her Dad and the General. “What did you do?”

He blinked and pointed to himself, confusion on his face. “Me? What did I do? I didn’t do this…” Oliver pointed towards her Father, “He did! He threw a spoonful of chocolate at me because Clark told him that our relationship started off as more of a…physical thing…then the General came in and attacked me with a rolling pin!”

The older man grunted, said rolling pin still clutched in his hand tightly covered in chocolate. Chloe gaped at the General and glared.

Lois shook her head arms folding over her chest as she spoke. “Please tell me you didn’t say that Smallville.”

He had the decency to look embarrassed as he dropped his head slightly and scratched the back of his neck. “I might have…”

Lois let out a small sigh as she glared at her husband and arched an eyebrow in his direction. “You realize you’re sleeping on the couch tonight right?”

His shoulders slumped and Chloe pointed at him anger on her face. “I’ll deal with you later…”

She turned to her Father and motioned around the kitchen. “Dad…really? You attacked my husband with chocolate? Was that really necessary?”

Gabe frowned slightly as he straightened up and let go of Sam before shrugging. “It seemed like a good idea at the time…”

She shook her hand and pinched the bridge of her nose. “You four are supposed to be grown men…not children.”

Lois nodded and shook her head at them before pointing towards the kitchen floor. “Not only did you make a mess, but you wasted all the chocolate, who does that?”

The General cleared his throat as he put the rolling pin on the counter and pursed his lips. “I uh, think there is some pie in the fridge.”

Gabe nodded as he put his spoon on the counter before straightening out his clothes. “Yeah…we picked it up from the store.”

Chloe nodded frown on her face as she moved away from the door and walked over the mess. “Good…I’m going to grab the pie,” she motioned towards the oven, “Lo’ you grab the rest of the food and we’ll bring everything outside.”

Lois nodded before stepping over the mess and going over to the stove. As she grabbed the food Chloe turned around and pointed towards the mess, disappointment covering her face. “You four are going to clean up this mess…together and when you all decide to stop acting like children and get along you can join Lois and me outside.”

They watched her as she turned on her heel and walked outside. Lois grinned as Clark sent her his patent puppy eyes, but she only shook her head and laughed lightly. “Sorry Smallville…this is your fault…my votes with Chloe on this one.”

The brunette passed her Dad and pursed her lips as she followed Chloe out of the door. Oliver sighed, frowning as he wiped some of the chocolate off his arm before turning a glare on Clark. “You had to open your mouth didn’t you? I know you’re married to Lois now, but would it kill you to use a filter? The accidental slipping of information has wrecked bigger things than marriages.”

Clark snorted as he gave Gabe and the General a sideways glance watching them talk in low voices as they picked a few things up. He shifted slightly so he was facing Oliver and spoke in a low voice, humor in his eyes. “Accident? Who said anything about accident? That’s exactly what I needed for them to not hate me anymore…”

Oliver blinked and Clark’s grin widened as he patted the other man on the back. He’d been out witted by Clark freaking Kent…unbelievable…he knew Clark marrying Lois was a bad idea. He watched as his alien friend moved over to the General and Gabe offering to help them with the clean up while Oliver just stood there staring in a state of semi shock. Clark glanced over his shoulder at Oliver, voice amused. “Oh, by the way…welcome to family.”

Chapter Four

Your Secrets Are Safe With Me

2012-01-08T14:32:00.000-05:00

Banner By: Andrea

Title: Your Secrets Are Safe With Me
Pairing: Oliver/Chloe
Rating: PG-13
Fictable Prompt: #032 Diary for Kyra_and_Co
Word Count: 1,136
Summary: Oliver helps his wife move in.

Oliver pulled out the last box they had stored in the closet and carried it over to the bed. Chloe was in the hallway unpacking the last of the boxes in there and then his wife would be officially move in. He grinned. Chloe was his wife. It didn’t matter that they didn’t remember the ceremony or that their friends and family weren’t yet in the know. All that mattered was that they were in Star City starting a life together and Oliver couldn’t be happier.

Oliver pulled back the flaps on the box opening it and glanced inside. He arched an eyebrow when he saw a few small stuffed animals, some loose papers, a high school year book, a couple copies of something called ‘The Torch’ and a small pink journal. He lifted the small book out of the box and tilted his head to the side as he looked it over.

A grin filled Oliver’s face when he realized what he was holding. He moved away from the bed and walked out into the hallway towards the living room. He spotted Chloe adding her DVD’s to his shelf and he leaned against the wall before clearing his throat. He watched Chloe turn around and his grin widened. “Hey Sidekick, you’re never going to believe what I found.” He said casually.

Chloe arched an eyebrow at the expression on his face, but she indulged him as she paused in unpacking. “What did you find, Hero?” She tilted her head to the side as she waited for him to tell her. She saw a flicker of mischief fill his eyes and she internally sighed. He was up to something.

Oliver brought his hand out from behind him and waved the pink journal at her. “Someone’s been keeping secrets from her husband.” He practically sing songed the words. He saw his wife’s eyes widen as she took several steps forward closing the distance between them.

“Where did you get that?” She asked as she reached up trying to take it from him, but Oliver held his arm straight up a large smile on his face. Chloe frowned at him. “Come on Ollie, don’t be a baby, give it to me.” She said lightly.

Oliver chuckled, “I’m being a baby?” He asked her amused. “Which one of us is trying to grab something out of the other’s hand? I can’t believe you have a diary. Can I read it?” He asked while lifting his other hand up and flipping through the pages at a distance.

Chloe grumbled. “No, you cannot.” She said sternly, before reaching for it again. “Come on Ollie.” She frowned as she held out her hand and heard him let out an exasperated sigh. He brought his hand down and held the book out to her.

“You’re no fun Sidekick, why can’t I read it?” He asked as she took the book out of his hand and promptly moved over to the couch. He watched her sit down, her brows drawn together as she fingered the book in her hands. Oliver pursed his lips and walked over to the couch slowly before sitting down next to her. He hadn’t meant to upset her. He placed a hand over her leg a squeezed it lightly. “I’m sorry,” He told her softly. “I was just playing around.” He told her not sure what else to say.

Chloe sent a sideways glance in his direction and shook her head. “Don’t be sorry, I’m sorry.” She said quietly as she placed her hand over the one that was on her leg. “I didn’t mean to get all bent out of shape,” She told him before shifting on the couch and bringing her legs up as she turned her body in his direction.

“It’s just…This is from when I was in high school,” She held his gaze, “I was a completely different person than. There’s so much stuff from that time that you don’t know about me…Things that no one, not even Lois knows about…Things I’m embarrassed about.” She told him softly. “I just don’t want you looking at any of this and taking it the wrong way.” She explained as she turned the book over in her hands.

Oliver’s expression softened as he wrapped an arm around Chloe’s shoulders and pulled her against him gently. “Chloe, there isn’t anything in this world that could make me love you less. Nothing.” He said pointedly as he held her gaze. “You’re my wife and no matter what you wrote when you were fourteen or fifteen that’s not going to change.” He told her softly as he cupped her chin and turned her face in his direction so she was looking at him.

“I said it once before, but maybe I wasn’t clear. I know who you are. I’ve always known. I love every part of you. I bet I’d even love the teenage you.” He said with a grin. “You’re one of a kind Chloe.” He pressed a light kiss to her lips and when he pulled back his expression was warm. “So whether or not you let me read your diary, there isn’t anything you can’t share with me.”

Chloe’s expression softened as she reached out cupping his cheek and smiled. “Do you have any idea how sweet you are?” She asked lightly as she let her thumb brush against his bottom lip, her eyes never leaving his.

Oliver smirked. “I like to think I’m pretty sweet.” He told her and then let out a light ‘oomph’ when her hand connected with his stomach. He pouted as he lifted his hand and rubbed his abdomen. “Owe, that hurt.” He said a slight whine to his voice.

Chloe chuckled as she shifted onto her knees. “Suck it up Queen.” She said before holding the diary out and biting her lower lip. “If I let you read it, we’ll have to do it together and you have to promise that nothing you read ever leaves this house…got it?” She asked lightly as she looked at him imploringly.

Oliver nodded and held up his hand. “Scouts honor,” He said softly before brushing his hand against her cheek. “You know your secrets are safe with me, Sidekick.” His tone was soft and Chloe nodded as she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his jaw.

“I know…Same goes for you.” She said before resting against him and letting him take the book back. “Ready to be introduced to Chloe, the early years?” She asked lightly her mood much better than before as she rested in Oliver’s arms.

He nodded. “I’m always ready for anything that involves you,” He whispered near her ear before placing a kiss to the side of her head and settling into the sofa, book in hand, and Chloe at his side.

A Year Of Holiday's (2/7)

2012-01-07T13:59:00.001-05:00

Banner By: Franica

Previous Chapter

Chapter 2

Valentine’s Day
‘Roses Are Red, Tulips Are Blue’

Chloe sat at her desk fingers dancing quickly over the keyboard as the latest assignment she was writing consumed her. She was just getting to the meat of the article when the phone on her desk rang. She considered not answering it, but as it rang a second time she sighed reaching forward and lifted it from its perch. “Star City Register, Chloe Sullivan speaking.”

Lois sat up in her chair the minute she heard her cousin’s voice an expression of relief crossing her face. “Oh thank god you answered. We’re having a crisis.” Chloe frowned stopping what she was doing and reaching over to check her cell phone to see if she had missed any calls.

Two texts, one ping, several emails, but no missed calls, which meant the world was obviously not ending. “What’s going on Lo’, who’s having a crisis and why are you calling me at work instead of on my cell phone?”

The brunette leaned back in her chair and rolled her eyes before glancing at the clock. “When I say we have a crisis I mean me and I called you at work because I know you baby cuz and there’s no way you’d leave work before four even today…”

Chloe frowned slightly unsure of what was so special about today as she put the phone between her shoulder and ear and continued typing. “What are you talking about?”

Lois rolled her eyes and shifted in her chair while letting out a dramatic sigh. “Now’s not the time to play coy…the gift I ordered for Clark somehow managed to get lost in the mail can you believe that?” Chloe was only half listening to her cousin as she rambled on about how ridiculous the post office was. That was until it registered that Lois had mentioned something about a gift.

Her hands paused and she spoke cutting off the other woman’s words. “Wait a minute…why are you getting Clark a gift?”

Lois frowned. “Jeez cuz, keep up would you. His Valentine’s Day gift…it was supposed to be here yesterday since today is this big day and yet it’s nowhere to be found and now I need to try and find something else to get him.”

Chloe’s entire body froze. Valentine’s Day…no…it couldn’t be…She frantically pressed buttons on the keyboard bringing up the calendar on the computer and when he eyes landed on the date she groaned. It was definitely Valentine’s Day. How in the world hard she forgotten what was supposedly supposed to be the most romantic day of the year? “Crap…”

Lois heard her cousin’s grumbled words on the other end of the phone and her eyes widened a hint of disbelief in her voice. “Oh my god…you weren’t kidding were you? You had no idea it was Valentine’s Day…”

Chloe pinched the bridge of her nose, saved what little progress she’d had on the article she was writing and started shutting down the programs on her machine. Her heart tightened slightly at the tone of Lois’s voice.

“Oh god Lois…I’m a horrible wife! It’s out first Valentine’s Day together and I completely forgot! Things have just been so busy, with Oliver’s company, everyone knowing about Green Arrow, my work and then adding Mia into the mix, by the way teenagers are scary…it’s been so hectic…” She sighed while piling things into her purse, shoulders slumping. “I reiterate…I’m a horrible wife.”

Lois bit her bottom lip clearing her throat before attempting to reassure her cousin. “Chlo you’re not a horrible wife…things are still new and just last week you were talking about how it’s difficult to manage everything…I think considering all the changes that have happened in the past few months…you’re doing pretty good with all of it.”

Chloe snorted as she pulled her purse over her shoulder and stood phone still in hand the cord stretching slightly with the height. “Yeah until I forgot Valentine’s Day…listen I need to go…it’s already four fifteen…maybe it’s still possible to salvage the day…if I can whip something up quick he’ll never have to know I forgot…”

Lois brows furrowed, “But Chlo--”

“I’ll talk to you later Lois.” Before the brunette could say another word the line went dead. She blinked before pulling the phone from her ear and glancing at it. Why was everyone always hanging up on her?

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Oliver sat in his leather chair leaning back as he smirked at the video feed on his computer. “What in the world are you guys fighting over? You realize you’re supposed to be briefing me on what you recovered from the mission right?”

Oliver chuckled as he watched Bart grab something from AC in the background of the video as Victor shook his head and sighed. “They’ve been at for the last forty minutes ever since AC showed us what he was wearing tonight for his date with Dinah.”

Oliver arched an eyebrow. “Whoa…a date? Let’s see this outfit come on…what’s so bad about it?” Suddenly Bart was in front of the camera holding up a suit grinning ear to ear. “Can you see fishstick in this? Cause I’m telling you this is gonna be hilarious bossman…”

He leaned forward smirking slightly as he glanced between Bart’s grin and the irritated look on AC’s face. Oliver pointed towards the screen curiosity in his tone. “Suits aren’t your usual MO…what’s the occasion?” All three men stopped their teasing and glanced at their boss through the screen.

When Victor saw the expression on his face eyebrow arched in question he hesitated before speaking. “It’s for the dinner AC is taking Dinah to tonight…you know for Valentine’s Day…” Oliver froze. Valentine’s Day…his head whipped around to look at the desktop calendar and he swore.

“Son of a bitch…” All three men glanced at each other and then turned back toward the screen where Oliver was moving around quickly on the feed. Victor pursed his lips and then spoke. “You forgot about the most romantic day of the year?”

He scowled glancing up at the monitor, “That’s a load of bullshit…Valentine’s Day is a consumer driven holiday, not the most romantic day of the year…it doesn’t make it any less important, but I unlike most men am romantic all year around…”

AC snickered and Bart grinned as Victor shook his head while Bart spoke. “Is that what you’re gonna tell Chloelicious bossman? You forgot you first Valentine’s Day as a married couple because you’re romantic all year around?”

He glared at his three friends through the monitor. “You think you’re funny…I have to go…You guys can fill me in tomorrow.”

Victor frowned, “But what about--”

Oliver shook his head as he stood and pulled on his suit jacket, cutting the other man off. “Nope…as you just pointed out to me Valentine’s Day is important and I need to go before my wife realizes I forgot it…if she hasn't already .” He sighed and reached forward as the guys protested disconnecting his link and in the middle of their words.

That’s what they got for mocking him. He pushed his office door open and glanced at his secretary. She arched an eyebrow as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Terry can you please cancel the rest of my meetings for today?”

She nodded with a smile, “Of course Mr. Queen.”

He smiled. “Thanks…and feel free to take after that…” She nodded as he moved into the elevator giving her a slight wave before he doors slid shut. He leaned against the back of the elevator and let out a long breath.

He was a horrible husband. He remembered the stupidest things and yet Valentine’s Day…a day where hearts, flowers and candy are on display he completely forgets…it was unbelievable. There had just been so much going on lately between stabilizing the company, press about the Green Arrow and Chloe’s job…it was slightly overwhelming.

Not in a bad way, because things between him and Chloe were pretty damn amazing, but just busy. The elevator chimed and he snapped out of his thoughts. He pushed himself away from the railing in the elevator and made his way into the lobby, a short sigh leaving his lips as he went to join the throng of shoppers buying gifts for their significant other’s.

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The alarm beeped and Chloe flew quickly down the hallway towards the kitchen waving her hand and coughing slightly at the smoke. She pulled open the oven and groaned. “Wonderful…” She grabbed the over mitt and pulled out the rack with a frown.

She wasn’t the best cook in the world, but she’d never burnt anything before, but of course the day her minimal culinary skills fail her is the one day it actually matters. She reached up turning off the oven and pulling out what was supposed to be a meatloaf.

She dropped the tray in the sink and turned so she was leaning against the counter. It looked like it was time for plan ‘B’. She threw out the meatloaf and made her way down the hallway towards their bedroom. She had picked up a card on the way home, but for the life of her she had no idea what to buy Oliver on short notice.

He had everything…unlike her if he saw something he liked he didn’t hesitate before buying it. She glanced at the clock. It was a little after five, Mia was out for the night with Bart apparently and Oliver would most likely be home soon.

She moved towards the small pink bag that she had tossed on the chair in their bedroom when she first came home. Inside was her plan ‘B’ when all else failed…there was always slutty lingerie. She reached inside pulling out the silky material. At least this she couldn’t screw up.

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Oliver glared at the florist. “What do you mean you don’t have any roses? This is the fourth place I’ve been to.”

The shop keeper nodded in understanding and shrugged lightly. “I’m sorry…it’s five o’clock on Valentine’s Day…and we ran out hours ago…”

Oliver pinched the bridge of his nose before pursing his lips and looking back at the man behind the counter. “Do you know who I am?”

The guy chuckled slightly and nodded. “Yes, I know who you are…Oliver Queen…our resident billionaire and super hero…and if I could help you out I would…but all the money in the world can’t make roses magically appear in a shop that doesn’t have any.”

Oliver let out a mix between a growl and a groan as his shoulders slumped slightly. He eyed the guy in front of him as he spoke. “Look I’m gonna level with you…this is my first Valentine’s Day as a married man…I cannot go home without something for my wife…I will pay you a ridiculous amount of money if you can put something unique together for her…”

The middle aged man studied Oliver closely for a few minutes before giving him a quick nod. “Alright…I’ll see what I can do…wait here.” He headed into the back as Oliver mumbled about not going anywhere. He swallowed heavily as he glanced around the shop while he waited.

He’d already picked up a card, they only had one kind left at the store…he wasn’t about to be picky with that though. But what he didn’t have was an actual gift. She wasn’t crazy about things that were too expensive and a thoughtful gift took time, which he didn’t really have.

He could probably make a few phone calls, but what did she want? He didn’t even know. He hadn’t heard her mention anything lately and for once he was genuinely stumped. He was just about to call out to the shop owner when the man came walking out of the back.

Oliver pushed himself away from the counter and paused eyebrow arched at the bouquet in the man’s hands. A small grin tugged at the side of his lips. The older man arched an eyebrow at the expression on Oliver’s face. “I take it by your expression these will do?”

He nodded the grin on his face widening. “You know, they’re actually perfect…”

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Chloe was in the kitchen grabbing two glasses when she heard the sound of the elevator. She rushed into the living room, put them on the table and situated herself provocatively on his favorite chair. She ran a hand through her hair quickly and waited for him to make his way through the hallway.

Oliver held the bouquet in his hands and the card in the other as he made his way down the hallway and paused at the living room. He arched an eyebrow as he caught sight of his wife stretched across his favorite chair in something green that left very little to the imagination.

He swallowed hard. Now he felt really bad…not only had he forgotten Valentine’s Day, but here she was looking all kinds of edible for him…It was official he was the worst husband in history. He took a step into the room and grinned. “Wow…Professor…that’s some get up…”

She grinned shifting as she noticed the flowers in his hands. They were gorgeous, which only made her feel worse. She stood slowly and pointed, “Those for me Romeo?”

He chuckled and motioned to the flowers. “What these? Nah, they’re for my other wife…”

She arched an eyebrow, “Cute…”

He closed the distance between them and placed a kiss on her lips. When he pulled back he handed her the bouquet. She took it taking note of the bright blue tulips and the baby’s breath surrounding it.

“They’re gorgeous Ollie…I love them.” She pressed another quick kiss against his lips before holding up a finger and turning, reaching towards the table grabbing his card. She spun around a grin on her face as she waved the card slightly.

He reached inside his pocket and pulled out a similar envelope. She put the flowers on the table before turning back around so they could swap envelopes. They opened the envelopes at the same time and when Chloe was pulling out the card, she paused with it half way out and arched an eyebrow, amusement dancing on her features as she waited for Oliver to finish opening his.

He pulled out the card, glanced down on it and opened his mouth before gazing up at her. It was the same exact card he had bought for her…the only one left in the store…He looked back at the card and spoke. “You forgot Valentine’s Day…”

Chloe held up her card. “So did you…” They watched each other for a couple of seconds before laughter fell from Chloe’s throat. She covered her mouth as her body shook slightly with laughter.

Oliver frowned. “Why are you laughing…Chloe we forgot Valentine’s Day? What does it say about us a married couple that we can’t remember what’s supposed to be the most romantic holiday of the year?”

Okay sure Oliver didn’t buy into the whole Valentine’s Day thing, but even when they first started their…arrangement he sent her two dozen roses when he was out of town and now that they were married he couldn’t even remember the day.

Chloe snorted knocking him out of his thoughts. “Please…Valentine’s Day is a commercial holiday Oliver, it’s nowhere near the most romantic day of the year…besides you realize that you do romantic stuff for me all year around right?”

Oliver stood there mouth open, eyes slightly wide as he held out his hand and motioned towards her, voice a hint louder than normal. “That’s what I said…”

She arched an eyebrow and he let out a long breath. “I was on a video conference with the team this afternoon…they’re the one who told me it was Valentine’s Day…”

She gave him a sheepish smile. “Lois told me.”

He shook his head and pursed his lips. “Well…aren’t we quite the pair…I’m so sorry I forgot.”

Her face softened and she put the card down before moving forward and wrapping her arms around his midsection. “I’m sorry too.”

He smiled as he cupped her cheek brushing a thumb against the skin there before his eyes drifted back down to her outfit. He moved back slightly and smirked. “You know…it’s still early…I’m pretty sure we can salvage the night…after all,” his hand slid down her side cupping her hip, “I wouldn’t want this to go to waste…”

Chloe chuckled as she ran a hand down his chest. “I completely agree…I paid good money to have you take this off…”

His grin widened as he lifted her in his arms and over his shoulder causing a light yelp to leave her throat as he spoke. “Well then what exactly are we waiting for?”

She smirked before speaking as he made his way towards their bedroom. “For you to shut up?”

He tilted his head sending her a playful glare before smacking her ass lightly. “Keep it up…”

She waggled her eyebrows…”I thought that was your job….”

“Why you little…” And as the bedroom door slammed shut, his voice trailed off laughter floating through the otherwise quiet apartment.

Chapter Three

A Year of Holiday's (1/7)

2011-12-31T10:53:00.001-05:00

Banner By: Franica

Chapter 1

New Years Eve
‘Ringing in New Years with a Bang’

Chloe brushed a piece of hair out of her face as she tossed a few more appetizers onto the large round tray. It was a little after eleven on New Year’s Eve and the Star City penthouse was packed. They had decided to spend their first new years as a married couple with their close friends and family.

When Chloe had told Oliver what she had planned on doing he’d suggested she see if Mia wanted to help out to give the two women some time to get to know each other better. Chloe had only met Mia briefly before Oliver had suggested she start over in Star City so it was a little awkward at first because neither of them really knew what to say to the other.

But things had quickly warmed up and they found that they actually had a few things in common, the biggest one being that they both loved Oliver, even if it was in two completely different ways. The sound of laughter from the other room pulled her from her thoughts and she glanced up a warm smile on her face.

Things were going incredibly well. She’d managed to bake all the appetizers without burning any, Lois had manned the alcohol, Bart and AC had picked up the hats, blowers basically all the essential noise makers, and Green Arrow and the Blur had done a sweep of Star City to make sure things were under control for the night.

The sound of footsteps made her glance up and she caught sight of Mia leaning in the doorway. She arched an eyebrow at the teenager before speaking. “What’s up?” The small brunette shrugged and pushed away from the wall making her way further into the kitchen.

“I thought maybe you might need some help?” Chloe eyed her and she could see the hesitation on the younger woman’s face so she quickly nodded and motioned towards the half full platter. “I could always use an extra set of hands…with the way those guys eat I’m telling you.”

Mia grinned and nodded. “Oh my god, I know!” She walked towards the counter and started helping put the mini hot dogs on the severing dish as Chloe moved towards the stove with an oven mitt and pulled out more potato skins and mozzarella sticks.

Originally Oliver had mentioned something about getting a caterer to which she’d snorted and said ‘what are we snobby rich people who can’t cook their own appetizers?’ He had just chuckled, shook his head, placed a kiss against the top of her hair, and walked away.

It was their first holiday together and she wanted to be the one put things together…she wanted it to mean something and having someone come into their home and cook fell short to her. Chloe placed the trays on top of the stove to cool as Mia finished putting the last of the mini hot dogs on the platter.

She turned to the petite blonde. “Got more?” Chloe shook her head, but pointed towards the trays. “No, but I’ve got other stuff. Can you bring the tray here and I’ll put some on?” Mia lifted the tray and closed the distance between them. She watched as Chloe used the spatula to put a few of appetizer on the tray before her eyes traveled down the length of the woman in front of her.

She was wearing an olive green dress that fell to the mid thigh and had a black belt around the waist. It looked like it might be satin, but Mia wasn’t sure. Her thoughts drifted back to when Oliver had first told her he was moving back to Star City. She had been pretty excited.

When he mentioned he was bringing a wife home with him not so much. She’d only met Chloe once before she moved in and she wasn’t sure if the older woman would want her sticking around now that they were married.

So Mia had been doing her best to be helpful and try not to make any wrong moves that might upset the blonde because she knew how much Oliver loved her and didn’t want to cause the couple any grief. She bit her lip gently as Chloe’s voice knocked her out of her thoughts. “You okay?”

Mia’s eyes shot up and she gave her a small smile. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Chloe tilted her head to the side putting down the spatula as she leaned against the counter eyeing the teenager, voice soft as she spoke. “You know I’ve been meaning to thank you…I appreciate you welcoming me into your home. I know change is never easy…but I want you to know that it means a lot.”

Mia shrugged slightly. “Sure…I mean you are Oliver's wife…that sort of trumps teenage runaway.” She chuckled lightly, but Chloe could see that it didn’t reach her eyes.

“You’d be surprised…your opinion is very important to Oliver…you’re family too Mia…he thinks of you like a younger sister so like I said thank you for welcoming me into your family…”

This time the smile reached the brunettes eyes and she nodded. “Anyone who makes Oliver that happy is okay in my book…”

Chloe laughed softly and nodded. “Good to know…think you can bring those out to the living room?”

She nodded. “Sure…the guys probably need a break from X-Box right about now anyway…I still can’t believe that’s how they are spending new years.” She rolled her eyes good naturedly and Chloe watched as she made her way out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

She shook her head when she heard Bart shout something about food and grinned shutting off the stove and heading towards Oliver’s office. She was pretty sure she’d left her camera in there from earlier and she wanted to be able to capture this moment on film.

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Bart was the first one who saw her when she made her way into the living room and he immediately paused the game causing AC and Victor to groan as he sped over to Mia. “Food! Hey there gorgeous…” He grinned up at Mia and she smirked at him as he grabbed several potato skins and a few hot dogs.

“Jeez, save some for everyone else.” Victor chuckled and put down his controller as he made his way over towards the teenager, AC not far behind. Bart pouted slightly and moved back towards the game as he glanced out the window. “It’s eleven thirty…half hour count down until smooching time.” He waggled his eyebrows and went to lift his controller from where he tossed it earlier.

Victor frowned. “Don’t do it…there’s no way we’re gonna fall for that again. Leave the controller on the couch until we’re done eating…”

Bart grinned and shrugged. “I only killed you guys once while you were on pause…besides it’s not as fun that way. I actually like beating you.” Lois watched them from the arm of the chair Clark was sitting in and rolled her eyes before pushing herself up and standing.

“Alright, I think it’s time for more drinks…who wants one?” Dinah had just come in from the balcony shoving her phone in her back pocket as she inclined her head slightly. “I’ll take one…” Lois glanced at the guys and Victor spoke up. “Me too.” AC shook his head and so did Oliver.

She turned her head and glanced at her husband. Clark shook his head. “No, I’m good Lo’…maybe you shouldn’t have any more either?”

She snorted and waved him off. “Please it takes more than two drinks to give me a buzz. Quit worrying Smallville.”

Mia grinned at the taller brunette and spoke up. “I’ll have one.” Oliver and Lois spoke at the same time. “No.” They glanced at each other and he made a face before eyeing Mia from his position on the end of the couch. “Nice try.”

She shrugged before putting the platter on the small glass table and plopping down in the other chair as she watched the guys resume their game of Black Ops. Lois disappeared into the kitchen as Oliver took in the people around him. His friends were all laughing and joking around, eating food and teasing each other.

It was a nice feeling. Something that didn’t happen often for them and he knew in their line of work something that they needed to take advantage of, because it wouldn’t stay this quiet for long. He blinked frowning slightly when he didn’t see Chloe.

He whistled slightly and called out to Mia. She turned her head and raised a questioning eyebrow at him. He lifted his hand and motioned around the room. “Where’s Chloe?”

The teenager shrugged. “The last time I saw her she was in the kitchen.”

He nodded his thanks to Mia and glanced towards the kitchen before getting up. He had been wondering where his wife disappeared to, but when he made his way into the other room and only saw Lois firing up the blender he frowned. “Where’s Chloe?”

Lois glanced over her shoulder at Oliver and shrugged. “How should I know? That wife of yours has been running around this apartment all night. I’ve barely had twenty minutes alone with her.” Oliver snorted at her dramatics.

“You spent two hours with her earlier while the guys went to the store and Clark and I patrolled.”

Lois glared playfully at Oliver as she spoke. “I was hoping you would have forgotten that…apparently not. But really what is two hours in the grand scheme of things?” She grinned and started the blender, the loud sound of crushing ice filling the kitchen. He shook his head and moved down the hallway pausing as he noticed a light coming from his office. What was she doing in there?

Chloe bent over the front of the desk reaching over towards the last drawer and pushing it open. It had to be in here someone this was definitely where she left it. She rummaged around until her hand hit something. She lifted it up and let out a triumphant little yell. “Aha there you are!”

She was just standing back up when she felt a pair of strong arms wind around her waist, warm breath hitting her ear as Oliver spoke, voice low. “That’s exactly what I was about to say. Is this where you’ve been hiding, Sidekick?”

She grinned and turned in his arms so she could see him. “Hey there, Hero…didn’t know you were looking for me.”

Oliver smiled as he placed a light kiss against her neck. “I’m always looking for you…what are you doing in here?”

She shifted her hand and held up a camera. “I was trying to find it so I could take some pictures of everyone…thought it might be nice to document our first News Years together as a family.”

His face softened slightly as he shifted back and brushed a piece of hair from her face. “Are you getting soft on me Professor?”

She chuckled lightly and spoke as she poked him. “Like that would ever happen…” His gaze traveled over her dress taking in how it hugged her curves and his eyes darkened slightly as he licked his lips.

“Have I mentioned that you look especially gorgeous tonight?” Chloe pursed her lips together to keep from laughing as she felt his hands roaming over her body before one settled on her ass groping her slightly. She could feel her heart beat quicken and she swallowed hard, but still managed to keep the slightly reprimanding tone in her voice. “Ollie…we’ve got an apartment full of people here…”

He smirked down at her as he tried to back her into the desk, but she slipped from his grasp and moved away from him as he arched an eyebrow. “You’re point? And you really shouldn't try to run…you know I like the chase.”

Chloe bit her bottom lip, mischief in her eyes as she tilted her head to the side. “Hmm, maybe that’s why I do it…” Oliver’s lips curled into a grin as he watched her movements carefully. She glanced briefly to her right, but then moved to the left.

Oliver anticipated the movement and Chloe yelped as he pressed her up against the large plate glass window in his home office. Her chest was heaving slightly eyes darkened with lust as she spoke voice soft. “Now that you’ve caught me…what do you plan on doing to me?”

He chuckled lightly bringing his head down and pressing soft sucking kisses along her neck and collar bone. His warm breath tickled her skin as he spoke. “I think the better question is what am I not going to do to you…god Chloe…do you have any idea how much I love you?”

She gave him a thoughtful look. “Hmm as much as I love you?”

He lifted his head and nodded, hands tightening on her body as he spoke. “You better.” He leaned in quickly his lips capturing hers in a bruising kiss as he coaxed her mouth open. She moaned low in her throat as his hands gripped her ass and hoisted her up pushing her body back against the window.

Her legs automatically wound around his waist as she let out a light grunt when the cool glass hit her back. His mouth was back on hers seconds later, her hands gripping his arms, back and then sliding between them attempting to work his belt open.

Oliver groaned one hand moving up and cupping her breast his thumb brushing over her hardened nipple through the satin of her dress. He spoke through clenched teeth as she finally managed to slip her hand inside his pants gripping his hardened shaft. “Do you know how hot you are…”

He pushed more of his weight forward to hold her still as he dropped his hand down her body and between her legs. He tugged her panties to the side and didn’t bother with any preamble before thrusting two fingers inside of her quick and hard.

Chloe arched her body against him moaning loud, voice breathless as she spoke. “Oh god…Ollie…” He set a quick pace knowing they didn’t really have time to take things slow. His fingers moved in and out of her body as she pushed her hips forward in an attempt to increase the pressure he was building inside of her.

She started moving her hand against him, but he stopped her and pushed her hand away until she released his cock. Oliver pulled his fingers out of her body her juices coating his fingers and she whimpered slightly. He gripped his shaft in his hand pumping it twice before pushing her panties aside again and lining it up with her entrance.

He rubbed the head against her, brushing it against her clit teasing her and she groaned. “Ollie please…”

His voice was husky when he spoke. “Please what.”

She bit her lip before arching forward, but he made sure he didn't slip inside of her. She let out a frustrated growl as she peered at him through half lidded eyes. “You’re going to make your wife beg?”

If it was possible, her words made him harden even more as a wave of pure lust flew through his body. His wife…his…He nodded and swallowed hard as he leaned forward and whispered against her ear. “Tell me what you want…”

“You…I want....Jesus!” He slammed inside of her causing her to gasp. She gripped his back, nails digging into his skin through his shirt as he pulled out and rammed back in over and over again, his pace fast and hard knocking her back against the window. He spoke between breaths, smirk on his lips. “Sounds like…you’re having a…religious experience there Sidekick.”

Chloe let out a breathy chuckle as she held onto him, jerking her hips up to meet his erratic thrusts. “Shut up and focus…” He placed a kiss on her lips, before his head once against dipped down sucking the skin of her neck into his mouth. Chloe gasped and moaned while her body writhed against him.

She could hear the sounds of their friends outside the office most likely in the living room or hallway and for a minute she wondered why they were all counting so loudly. Oliver ignored the noise outside of the room reaching between them and stroking her clit when he felt his balls tighten knowing he was close to coming and wanting her to follow him over the edge.

Her mouth opened and a few strokes later she was crying out his name as she exploded around his cock, muscles spasming, sucking him further into her body. Oliver let out a grunt, pushed into her two more times and that was all it took as he let go, following her over the edge spilling himself inside of her.

He leaned into her, a light sheen of sweat coating their body's, hearts racing as they stayed like that for several minutes the sounds of yelling voices and party blowers sounding outside the office. Oliver reached up and brushed a strand of damp hair from her face, eyes filled with love as he spoke quietly.

“Happy New Year Mrs. Queen…”

Chloe gave him a warm smile, shifting slightly, but not making any effort to pull away from him. “Happy New Year Mr. Queen.” She whispered.

Their gaze was broke by the sound of someone shouting in the background. “Hey, where did Chloe and Oliver go?” She pursed her lips and looked at her husband as she and Oliver burst out laughing together.

Chapter Two

Bewitching Thoughts (5/5)

2011-12-17T13:04:00.000-05:00

Previous Chapter

Chapter 5
‘Everlasting Changes’

Oliver rubbed a hand over his face as he listened to his friends talking over each other through the video feed on his computer. He had two monitors linked up on his desk so he could see everyone and all they had been doing for about a half hour straight was arguing.

It had been two very tense weeks since Chloe had walked out of his apartment and he hadn’t seen her much since then except for the whole Justice Society, Icicle incident where she’d needed his help finding something and he was later thrown through a window.

Good times. He sighed before clearing his throat to get the team’s attention before speaking. “Guys, please cut it out and just listen. I’m sorry. I messed up, but that’s no reason to not get in touch with Chloe. She’s been trying to bring the team together for the last two weeks.”

He paused, catching sight of Dinah, Bart, AC and Victor on the feed. “We could have really used your help with this whole Justice Society thing. I mean it turned out okay and now we’ve got another set of allies, but still…you’re angry at me, I get it. I inadvertently made you all forgive me without actually apologizing for being an ass.”

He pointed to himself and gave them a small grin. “I’m sorry for that too, but we’re a team…and we really need to start acting like one again. Before this whole thing went down, we actually had things up and running again and I don’t know about you, but I really want that to continue. The work we do…it’s important.”

Oliver leaned back in his seat, face completely serious as he watched his friends glancing at each other; they were all together even though they were on separate cameras. He waited patiently for their response and just when he was getting anxious, Bart spoke.

“How do we know you’re not going to up and leave again?” Oliver pursed his lips and leaned forward, voice soft as he spoke. “You don’t. We all have our weak moments. Everything that happened last year…it really messed me up…but I’m on the right track again. You four aren’t just my teammates…you’re my friends.”

He swallowed heavily, remembering Carter’s words about how he didn’t let people know they were important to him. It was time to change that…all around. The people he valued in his life were going to know it…that was the first step he was taking in starting over.

“We’ve spent the last three years together, fighting Lex…fighting crime and just being a part of each other’s lives. We aren’t just a team of vigilante superheroes…we’re family and I’m tired of pretending that I don’t have people I care about, because I do.”

Dinah glanced at AC and he shrugged before they glanced at Victor, who let out a sigh and nodded. The three of them turned to Bart, who pursed his lips for a second before a small grin slipped onto his features. Victor turned back toward his camera and spoke.

“We care about you too, Ollie. If we didn’t, then we wouldn’t have helped Chloe with her plan to knock you on your ass and it looks like it worked. It’s good to have you back. I’m pretty sure I speak for the rest of the team when I say we’re looking forward to getting back to work.”

He grinned and AC moved forward, his face getting closer to the screen as he spoke, smile on his lips. “Dude, does this mean you’re coming back to Star City? We could really use the structure and the busy work…it’s totally dead out here.”

Dinah arched an eyebrow at him and he hesitated as he shifted in his seat. “I don’t think so, guys…at least not right now. I have…there are things I still need to work out here before I take off. This is something I can’t run away from…”

He frowned at his words and shook his head while speaking. “What I mean is, I don’t want to run away from it. I made my bed, now I’ve got to lie in it...you guys weren’t the only ones affected by Zatanna’s wish. I need to fix this.” They nodded and Oliver watched as Bart scratched the back of his head through the feed.

“Have you spoken to Chloelicious at all?” He let out a heavy breath and leaned forward until his hands were folded against the table. “No, not really. The only time she’ll talk to me is when I’m on patrol, when she’s briefing me on team related issues, which by the way, thanks guys, there haven’t been many since you won’t return her calls.” He sent a glare their way before continuing.

“Other than that, no. I think she’s actually talked to Clark more than me lately and they aren’t even really that close anymore. It’s ridiculous.” Victor and AC exchanged looks at the sight of a pout on Oliver’s lips.

They tried to keep their smirking to a minimum as Dinah spoke. “Well maybe you should try talking to her in person…clear the air.” He nodded. “That’s exactly what I plan to do when we’re done here. She can’t hide forever…I know where she works. So are we good for now? Will you guys promise to check in with Chloe?”

They nodded and a chorus of ‘yes’ and ‘we promise’ could be heard through his speakers. He smiled. “Great then I’ll talk to you guys soon, have a good one.” They said their goodbyes and he closed out his feed which automatically disconnected him from all calls.

Oliver glanced around his empty office and sucked in a deep breath, pushing away from his seat and standing. It was time to get off his ass and face the music. He just hoped it went better this time than it had last time.

Oliver prayed that Chloe would be willing to hear him out because he wasn’t willing to give her up. He finally knew what he wanted and no matter the obstacles, Oliver Queen always got what he wanted and right now he had his sights set on Chloe Sullivan.

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Chloe swore as she typed in another wrong code, making the system push her all the way back to the beginning for the third time that morning. She let out a frustrated growl and slammed her hands down on the keyboard. She closed her eyes and took a step back, taking a deep calming breath.

She couldn’t keep doing this. It had been two weeks, two agonizingly painful weeks. Her eyes fluttered open and darted around the room at the various gifts littering different surfaces of Watchtower. There were four dozen tulips in varying shades, all with notes from Oliver. There were a dozen red roses, quoting her favorite poets and two dozen orchids spouting apologies in several different languages, ‘just in case you can’t understand English’ according to Oliver.

She let out a sigh and her gaze drifted toward the kitchen where a basket full of fresh ground gourmet imported coffee lay. Every flavor she could possibly image sat astride the small plush cushion inside the large wicker basket and whenever she looked at it, it made her grin a little, which only pissed her off further.

She was angry. She didn’t want to smile when she thought about Oliver, she wanted to be able to be angry at him for making her do and say things she hadn’t been anywhere close to doing or saying, if that made sense.

Chloe hated that she’d let her guard down and let him in. She hated that she’d unconsciously disclosed her fears and worries to a man she wasn’t even sure she completely trusted anymore. She hated that she had let him into her heart and gotten used to his presence in her life, but most of all, she hated the way she didn’t hate Oliver. Not even close, not even a little but, not even at all.

It was confusing. On one hand, a part of her was so angry that he could make a wish that unintentionally gave up her right to free will or free thoughts, but on the other hand, she missed Oliver in ways she hadn’t even begun to realize yet.

She missed the way it was so easy with him, how no matter what she told him, he never looked at her differently. How when she’d opened up about her parents and told him what it was like growing up with just her dad and how hard it was had been finding out about her mother, he’d just nodded and let her talk, never once interrupting.

Then there was the night she’d talked to him about Jimmy and her regrets before breaking down in his arms. Still, he’d never left her side, he’d stayed with her, whispering words of comfort in her ear until her sobs had stopped and then he had listed the reasons he thought she was an amazing person and how in the end, Jimmy knew what he was getting into and he’d chosen her anyway.

Chloe missed the way he brushed her hair out of her eyes, or laughed at inappropriate jokes while waggling his eyebrows at her when they watched movies. She missed his presence that seemed to light up Watchtower even when he wasn’t physically there and it quite literally made her want to slap him for embedding himself so deep under her skin that she couldn’t get rid of him no matter how hard she tried.

She blew out a short breath, her hair blowing aside lightly as she tried to shake thoughts of their resident leather-wearing vigilante from her thoughts. After everything that had gone down in the past week, there was plenty of work for her to do. Plus, she was re-doing Watchtower to make it feel homier, in hopes that the team would eventually break their silent streak and make their way back to headquarters.

Courtney had been right. They needed a place that the team felt comfortable going and that was important to her. That no matter where they were or what they were doing, they knew there was always somewhere they could call home. Chloe was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the light rapping on the door.

Oliver ignored the fact that she didn’t answer and pushed the double doors open, walking into the large room, slowly catching sight of the blonde he was looking for standing directly in front of the largest monitor in the room. He swallowed heavily before taking a deep breath and speaking softly, but loud enough that she’d hear him.

“Hey…” Chloe’s hands froze above the keyboard, her heartbeat picking up speed at the voice behind her. Her tongue darted out, licking her bottom lip before she turned around slowly, coming face to face with the man she couldn’t seem to get out of her mind.

She pursed her lips, the sound of her heart echoing in her ears as she spoke. “Hi…” He took a step forward and he watched as her body tensed. He stopped and ran a hand through his hair before words started desperately falling from his lips.

“Chloe, I know you’re still mad and I get it, I do, but I can’t keep doing this with you. I care about you, do you hear me? I like you and I’m not willing to give up on us.” She opened her mouth and he held up a hand, brows furrowed. “And before you say there is no us, hear me out…whether you want to admit it or not, we spent the last two months getting to know each other…opening up to each other…trusting each other.”

He paused and took two more steps toward her as she spoke hesitantly. “It wasn’t real, Oliver. You and I both know that. All the time we spent together…everything we did was because of Zatanna’s spell…I was forced into making decisions I wouldn’t normally make.”

The words were spoken with little conviction and Oliver slipped his hands into his pockets as he tilted his head to the side and shook his head. “It was real for me…and I’m sorry, but I don’t believe that. I don’t believe that you wouldn’t have made the same choices. I know you, Chloe…I mean really know you.”

She swallowed heavily as his eyes met hers, a small grin pulling at the side of his lips. “I know when you’re nervous, you bite your lower lip. When you’re being playful, you like to hit or tease me about my ego. When you’re frustrated, you have a tendency to play with your hair while letting out long sighs.”

Chloe’s face softened slightly as he continued speaking. “You make the most adorable faces when you eat Thai food and you sing along to the iTunes library that you keep minimized on the desktop when you think no one’s around. When you kiss me…”

Oliver paused, closing a little more of the distance between them, voice lowering slightly, “When you kiss me…it’s like something is setting my body on fire. I’ve been with a lot of women, but not one of them has ever made the world around me disappear.”

He shrugged. “Is it cheesy? Yeah, completely and I sound like some ridiculous cliché but it’s true. I’ve sent you flowers, chocolate, coffee and even bought you two new computers and I’m not going to stop.” He arched an eyebrow in her direction as she nibbled on her lower lip.

“I’m going to keep putting myself out there…I’m going to keep harassing you with gifts and lavishing you with attention because someone once told me that the things worthwhile…the things that really mean the most…take the most effort and Chloe….” He made sure her green eyes were locked onto his as he continued to speak. “You’re worth the effort.”

She stood there, mouth floundering slightly as she tried to put her thoughts into words. Oliver had come in there determined to get her to listen to him and she had. Her thoughts were jumbled, but there were a few things she needed to say, so now it was his turn to listen to her.

Chloe straightened up slightly, swallowed hard and folded her arms over her chest, but not out of defensiveness, more along the lines of needing something to do with them. “I don’t like not being in control of things.” She paused, making sure he was listening and when he didn’t interrupt, she continued.

“There have been many points in my life where outside forces have influenced my decisions and actions, which it’s why I am the way I am. It’s why I take things so seriously and why I keep to myself and don’t let a lot of people in. Why I have an overwhelming need to be in control of everything.”

She let out a long breath, her arms falling to her sides once again as she used them to gesture while she spoke. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me…I can see the changes in you Oliver, and I’m sorry that I was so short with you a couple of weeks ago, but regardless, it doesn’t change the facts.”

Her chest ached slightly and she could feel a slight burn to her eyes as she continued. “Your wish…you brought me back to that place. Everything I told you…that stuff is private…personal. They were things I haven’t shared with anyone, Oliver.”

He nodded voice soft. “I know…” Her eyes were red-rimmed as she caught his gaze and arched an eyebrow. “Do you? Because I’m not sure you’re getting the severity of it. It might not seem like much. Memories and small details about my past and my feelings, but to me…those were moments that defined the person I am.”

Oliver nodded and took a step closer to her. “I get it Chloe, but the thing is you weren’t the only one to put yourself out there. I told you about my parents. About before they died…and everything that followed after they were murdered. I told you how it made me feel and the dark path I went down afterward…”

He stood less than ten feet away from her as he motioned between them. “I invested myself in this…that night when I was with Zatanna…she said that I thought my wish. I never said it out loud…but I guess I did think it. Do you want to know what I was thinking about?”

Chloe tilted her head to the side and gave him a questioning look. Oliver smiled as he spoke. “I wished that I was surrounded by people who accepted and loved every part of who I am and who I could eventually become. I wanted the team back together and I wanted an amazing woman who understood this life by my side. And when I pictured that life, Chloe…the woman standing by my side was you.”

Her eyes grew teary and she spoke in a shaky voice. “I don’t know if I can give you that. I don’t even know if what I’m feeling for you is real or leftover from the spell and that’s why I’m so angry Oliver, because I care about you now differently than I did before.”

Her admission made him grin, but she wasn’t done just yet. “I hate that you aren’t around all the time anymore and I’m so frustrated that I miss you because I’ll never know now…don’t you see? I’ll never know…” He frowned.

“Never know what?” A tear slid down her cheek. “I’ll never know if what we have is real. I’ll never know if what you make me feel is really us or if my feelings and thoughts are leftover from the magic Zatanna spun. How can things work with us if everything we’ve learned about each other and everything we’ve experience in the last two months began with a lie?”

Oliver took a hesitant step forward, placing his hands gently on her arms and when she didn’t pull away; he rubbed them lightly in a reassuring gesture, a hint of trepidation on his face. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? Why you refuse to return my calls? Not because you hate me…but because maybe you kind of like me a little?”

The hopeful sound of his voice and the nervousness on his face made her face soften slightly. “I could never hate you, Oliver…I just…this isn’t how I would have wanted things to start between us. I’m not emotionally ready for a serious relationship yet…but at the same time I don’t want to lose you and yet I can’t help pushing you away.”

She sighed and shook her head. “I’m a walking contradiction.” He chuckled lightly and grinned at her, his hand brushing a stray hair behind her ear, causing her to meet his gaze as his touch sent a wave of heat through her body. “I sort of like that about you…and surprisingly, I might have a solution.”

She arched an eyebrow at him and his grin only widened. “How about this, you’re upset because you don’t know if what we have is real…so why don’t we take our time and figure out if it is. Let’s get to know each other the right way.” Her brows furrowed in confusion, not entirely sure what he meant.

“What do you mean?” He shrugged as he dropped his hands from her shoulders before speaking. “You know…I stop by with food, we talk. You let me take you out…we spend time together. Not as Green Arrow and Watcher, but as Oliver and Chloe. I’ll get to know you for the person you are and you can get to know me for the person I am…we’ll take it one day at a time and see where it goes. No expectations, no promises or regrets…just you and me, Sidekick.”

She bit her bottom lip again as she studied his face to see if he was telling the truth. “You’d do that? Start over from scratch….” He nodded. “Yes, if that’s what would make you comfortable then I’d start from the beginning…I want you in my life and I’ll take what I can get. If you need me to prove that you can trust me, then I’ll earn your trust. I’m not saying it’s going to be easy and I’m still me, so I’ll probably manage to mess up a few times and piss you off, but at least you’ll know it’s real.”

Oliver shifted on his feet, head tilting to the side as he gave her a cheeky grin. “So what do you say, Sidekick…you game? Am I worth the risk?” Chloe stared at the man in front of her, willing her pulse to slow down. This was another one of those defining moments. Whatever she chose would shape the path of the next journey she took.

For so long she’d been broken and unhappy, but the last two months she’d experienced something completely different than she ever had before…ultimate acceptance. As she looked into Oliver’s eyes, she could see how badly he wanted her to say yes, but she could also see his determination if she decided to say no.

He was willing to fight for what he wanted and Oliver Queen wanted her. It sounded odd, even in her head, but it seemed to be true. Chloe took a deep breath and swallowed hard. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for this kind of leap, but she had racked up enough regrets for a lifetime and she wasn’t ready to tack on another one.

She released the tension in her body and gave him a small smile. “Yes…I think you’re worth the risk.” Oliver grinned and pulled her into his arms, lifting her slightly off the ground, causing her to chuckle as her arms went around his neck.

They stayed like that for a couple of minutes before he put her down, his arms loosening, but not leaving her body as he smirked down on her. “It’s because I’m amazing in bed, isn’t it?” Chloe flushed, rolled her eyes, and slapped his chest.

“Cut it out and just for your information…there will be no more sex until I’m comfortable with whatever this thing is that we’re doing.” He nodded, his face completely serious as he spoke. “I completely respect that…I’m just not 100 percent sure you’ll be able to resist me.”

She snorted and pushed away from him to make her way back toward the computers, but he held onto her arm and yanked her back against him gently, his face softening as he looked down at her. “But seriously…thank you…for being willing to try.”

She nodded before cupping his cheek, voice barely a whisper. “Don’t break my heart…” He mated his forehead against hers and shook his head gently. “I’ve got no intention to. You and me…we’re going to be the stuff legends are made of…”

She grinned. “You’re such a sap.” He smirked. “I’m pretty sure that’s going to work in my favor.” She arched an eyebrow. “Hmm, it just might.” He pulled back slightly, cupping her face in his hands and hesitated briefly before leaning down slowly, giving her enough time to pull away if she wanted to, before pressing his lips against hers in a soft kiss.

Chloe’s eye fluttered shut as she gripped his arms and opened her mouth under his, letting him deepen the kiss. When they pulled apart, she let out a soft sigh before opening her eyes to find him studying her face. “What?” He shook his head. “Nothing…I was just thinking that Zatanna was right.”

“About?” He grinned, tossing an arm over her shoulders and walking her back toward the monitors. “She told me not to give up on my dream and to fight for what I want. That magic is complicated sometimes, but that doesn’t mean it can’t give you the push you’re looking for.”

Chloe nodded. “Oh, it definitely pushed alright…remind me to send Zatanna a little thank you…” Oliver grinned at the tone of Chloe’s voice and he doubted it would be much of a thank you; more like something that would drive the poor sorceress insane. “Now, now Sidekick, let’s not burn bridges…”

She snorted and moved out from under his arm before moving back toward the monitors and getting started on her work again. He watched her typing and warmth filled his chest. They were really going to do this. Chloe was going to give him a chance and he couldn’t be happier about it.

It looked like persistence wasn’t the only thing Zatanna had been right about. Her words reverberated through his head. ‘You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it come true. You may, however, have to work for it.’ His wish had definitely come true and to think he owed it all to a chance encounter with an old friend and a silly wish. Oliver grinned. Who knew rain checks could be so rewarding?

Meant to Be

2011-12-16T09:06:00.003-05:00

Banner by: Ziva21

Title: Meant to Be
Rating: PG-13
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Oliver/Chloe
Word Count: 1,639
Summary: This is based on the song ‘A Moment Like This’ by Leona Lewis

What if I told you it was all meant to be?
Would you believe me, would you agree?
It’s almost that feeling that we’ve met before
So tell me that you don’t think I’m crazy
When I tell you love is here and now

Oliver sat on the couch, contracts in hand as he carefully went over each and every proposal. He wanted to make sure he was Meticulous in his decision. The sound of fingers hitting a keyboard drew his attention to his wife. She was sitting across from him in the plush chair, her legs propped up on the ottoman, computer on her lap as she typed away.

He took a moment to watch her, study her features and movements and he couldn’t help letting his thoughts drift. Oliver wondered if he told his wife that this moment, them sitting in their living room, calmly working on their own tasks together, was meant to be, if she’d believe him. There love hadn’t been love at first sight, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t meant to be.

The first time Oliver met Chloe was in Clark’s barn and though there weren’t many words exchanged, there was something about the spark in her green eyes that struck him. Something that had moved inside of him at the sight of her cheeky smile and bright eyes. Oliver knew it sounded silly and at the time he’d disregarded it, but buried beneath his feelings for her cousin it was there, just waiting for the right time to bloom.

The second time Oliver ran into Chloe, she was like turbulent plane making her crash landing in his penthouse spouting words about secrets and green leather fetishes. He’d been shocked and slightly appalled that she’d figured out his secret, but behind his snarky words and annoyed appearance, something had pulled at him, something telling him to trust the petite blonde in front of him. Something that felt familiar, like they’d met before even though Oliver was sure that was something he’d remember.

So, despite his sarcastic words and her immediate come backs, he let her help and as she guided his team through their mission to save Bart and then help Clark, he had realized her voice in their ears was something that had felt right. Oliver didn’t know why he needed her as part of his team and if anyone had asked him at the time he probably would have told them exactly that, but from that point on after leaving Metropolis, he’d come to the conclusion that Chloe Sullivan was going to be in his life one way or another. When she looked at him, he could see the person she thought he was and that was a person Oliver desperately wanted to be.

They hadn’t shared many moments after that. The ones they had were mostly professional by nature, but each encounter either in person, on the phone or through email was underlined with friendliness. A connection building that steamed from honesty and a mutual goal. He hadn’t always been there for her, not in person anyway, but he did what he could.

When Clark told him what happened with Lex and Chloe’s Mother, he stepped in offering a place where Moira Sullivan could not only get top of the line treatment, but a place she’d be safe. His decision to bring her to Star City was equal parts generosity and greediness. He had genuinely wanted to help Chloe any way he could, but now that he sat there watching his wife, Oliver was pretty sure it was also about keeping some kind of connection to the blonde in front of him.

Chloe would always need her Mother, despite her catatonic disposition and Oliver would always be there taking care of her, no matter where Chloe went with her life she’d be tied to him in some way and he’d have her in his life. He wondered now if that sounded crazy, if that was how his mind worked all those years ago or if it was merely a coincidence. Oliver scratched the thought immediately he didn’t believe in coincidences; he and Chloe were always meant to be, it had just taken them both time to realize it.

The third time they stood in a room where they weren’t Green Arrow and Watchtower and when they were both single was her birthday party. Oliver had wanted to go. Sure Clark could have dropped off his gift in a matter of seconds and been back on the mission, but instead he had fueled up his jet and flown out there for her. It was supposed to be quick. Go in, say happy birthday, hand her the gift and go, but he found himself drawn to her, wanting to be there even through all the muck of what their fragile friendship had become.

It was a dark time for both of them and he was precariously close to slipping and spiraling down to the point of no return and Chloe, well her life was imploding around her, yet the smile she’d given him that night between receiving Clark’s gift and her momentary envy of Lois was breathtaking. Oliver had felt it then for the first time in a while, that lingering nagging feeling in the back of his mind that this was right. That being with Chloe on her birthday was normal…right, but as always, he pushed the thought aside, shook his head and took off at the first sign that the team had needed him.

Occasionally Oliver wondered what would have happened if he didn’t waste so much time, if he’d attempted to seduce her sooner, if they had actually had a real relationship that led up to the moment in Watchtower where he showed her exactly how to handle his bow and arrow. But as soon as his mind played that game, he would pause for a minute and look around at the life he had and he’d smile.

It wouldn’t be the same. Oliver was more sure now, in this moment in time that everything that had happened between him and Chloe happened for a reason. They had to go through all of that pain to get to where they were now and there wasn’t anything in the world that Oliver would do differently. He tilted his head to the side a thoughtful expression on his face as he continued to watch Chloe type.

Well maybe there was one thing. The day he left to go connect the satellite before he was kidnapped, dressed in his gear he had swooped down and kissed her hard, wanting her to be thinking about him until he came back…Oliver would have told her then that he loved her. That she was the most amazing person he’d ever known, but he supposed she had known all along even though he hadn’t said the words until he thought he was going to die in an air vent. He’d never been very good at hiding his feelings from her.

He was shaken from his thoughts by the clearing of a throat and he blinked before focusing on his wife’s amused face. He smiled, “Yes, Sidekick?” He asked softly, warmth filling his chest as he looked at her.

Chloe arched an eyebrow. “You’ve been staring at me for the past ten minutes, at first I ignored you because you tend to stare quiet often,” She teased her expression affectionate, “But there was something in your eyes…What’s going through that head of yours, Hero?” Her words were soft and he could hear the curiosity behind them and a slight hint of worry that she tried to hide.

Oliver placed the papers down and leaned forward. “Sorry, I was just sitting here thinking about what a lucky guy I am.” He told her quietly while meeting her eyes. He saw her face soften, her eyes growing slightly glassy at his words.”

“Ollie,” She said the words softly as she placed her laptop on the small table beside her and leaned forward pushing herself slowly out of the chair. Oliver stood automatically and held out a hand to help her. Chloe shifted and cupped his cheek. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” The words were whispered and Oliver’s arms snaked around her, pulling her body tighter against his.

“I think I have a pretty good idea,” He said as he leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her lips. When he broke it he tilted his body back enough to see her face. Oliver brushed his thumb across her cheek and smiled warmly at her. “I love you too, you know in case you were wondering.” He teased.

Chloe slapped his stomach lightly before taking a step away from him. Oliver chuckled and gripped her wrist as he let his hand fall to her stomach, rubbing the slight bulge there. “How’s about I make my two favorite people some lunch?” He asked while wrapping an arm around her shoulders and tugging her into his side as he led her towards the hallway.

Chloe grinned. “I’d say that sounds like a plan. We’re starving, you don’t feed us enough,” She pouted. Oliver laughed, his grip tightening on her as they made their way to the kitchen his thoughts once again drifting to where his life ended up. It was funny how things worked out.

Some people searched forever, and waited a lifetime for a moment like this and while he and Chloe had, had their trials and tribulations, Oliver never imagined he could be this happy. It was cheesy, but he was positive everything in his life was just leading to this point. Happily married with a son on the way, CEO by day, hero by night, this was exactly where he was always supposed to end up.

Bewitching Thoughts (4/5)

2011-12-14T10:02:00.001-05:00

Banner By: Franica

Previous Chapter

Chapter 4
‘Awakened Realities’

The consistent buzzing against the nightstand pulled Oliver from the most peaceful sleep he could ever remember having. He groaned and lifted his head, glancing at the offending piece of technology before shifting, his arms tightening around the body in front of him. His eyes fluttered open and he was met with a mess of blonde curls. A large grin slipped onto his mouth as he moved back, taking in the sight in front of him.

Oliver glanced down and noticed his body was curved around the blonde in question, her head leaning against one of his arms, the curve of her naked ass pressed against his crotch as his palm slid gently over her stomach.

Last night had been amazing. When they’d left Watchtower, they had grabbed pizza and headed back to his place. They talked over dinner, flirted and when they’d both had their fill; he had lifted her onto the counter and had sex with her sprawled over the marble island.

Then they’d made good use of his shower, and finally he’d spent quite a few hours learning her body in bed as he feasted between her thighs while she came apart beneath his tongue. It was definitely an eye-opening experience and although she’d been reluctant to let him go down on her, he was certain that she had thoroughly enjoyed herself.

He couldn’t fight the smirk that pulled at his lips as he thought back to the mewling sounds of pleasure that had fallen from her throat. God, just thinking about it made him hard again. He continued to ignore the buzzing of his phone in favor of waking up his favorite blonde the best way he knew how.

Oliver leaned forward, lifted her hair out of the way, and pressed his lips against her neck. Chloe let out a small moan low in her throat as she unconsciously pushed her body back against his. Oliver groaned, the hand on her stomach slipping lower as he caressed her slit.

He licked his lips as he dipped a finger inside her, the warmth surrounding his finger making him want to slide into her immediately. He began stroking her in slow, fluid movements before adding another finger and gently pressing his thumb against her clit, working her up until he could feel her moisture coating his fingers.

Small moans left her throat as her hips rocked lightly against his hand. He dipped his head down again, pressing several kisses along her throat as he gently moved his other arm out from behind her head. From what he could tell, she wasn’t awake just yet, but she was getting there.

He brought his hand down pushed his leg between hers, spreading them slightly as he fisted his shaft in his hand and positioned it at her entrance from behind. He removed his fingers from inside her body, causing her to whimper slightly as he pressed his hand against her stomach before flexing his hips and pushing inside of her in one swift motion.

Chloe’s eyes flew open as he pulled out and slammed back in. “Oh god…Ollie!” He grinned, his head resting against her neck, his hand gripping her hip as he pulled out before thrusting into her again, warm breath hitting her neck as he spoke.

“Say it louder…” His other hand moved to the back of her neck as Chloe gripped the sheets in front of her, her body yielding to his as she shifted her hips and pressed back into him. She was sore, but she didn’t care. Arousal was already flowing through her body, nipples hard as she gripped the back of his neck with one hand and slid the other to her stomach, pausing just above the apex of her thighs.

He grunted, noticing the movement and canted his hips against her harder as he whispered in her ear. “Do it…touch yourself…I know you want to…come on, Chloe…” She hesitated for a second before slipping her hand down her body and rubbing her clit.

Oliver was nearly salivating by the time her eyes slid shut as soft moans left her throat. She was close; he could feel her inner walls fluttering as her body prepared to come. He quickened his movements and when she clenched her muscles around him, he knew he was gone.

He moved his hand from her hip, pushed her fingers aside and pinched her clit, causing her to cry out his name and come, muscles squeezing his cock as they clamped around him like a vice, pulsating and milking him until he followed her over the edge.

They lay there, still intimately connected as they caught their breath. Oliver placed a kiss on her shoulder as she spoke, voice slightly breathless. “That was some wake-up call…” Her voice trailed off and he chuckled before dislodging himself from her body.

“Sorry about that…I claim it’s not my fault…you provoked me…your ass was right there and I couldn’t help myself.” She laughed lightly as she turned to face him, wincing as she shifted onto her other side. He frowned, reaching out a hand and running it over her arm. “You okay? Was I too rough?”

She shook her head as she placed her hands under it and looked over at him. “No…I’m just a little sore…it’s possible if your libido is always like this you might kill me.” Oliver snorted before sending a smirk her way and leaning in to press his lips against hers softly.

“Don’t worry, Sidekick…I’ll whip that ass into shape in no time…” He tapped her ass lightly and she kicked him gently with her foot. “Hey now…behave, Hero…what time is it? I need to get back to at Watchtower; Victor sent me some more files from that recon mission you had them go on the other day.”

Oliver sighed as he shifted on his back and glanced at the ceiling as he spoke, amusement in his voice. “It’s a little after eight. You know as much as I hate you talking about work in bed, because it makes me feel like I don’t have your undivided attention, which let’s be honest, I need to feed that ego you love so much, I sort of like how I don’t have to lie to you about my leather wearing hobby…mark the day, Sidekick. This may be a first for me…a relationship with no secrets…”

Chloe arched an eyebrow. “Who said we’re in a relationship?”

His head turned in her direction as he pursed his lips, brows furrowing. “We’re not?”

Chloe chuckled lightly as she patted his naked chest. “We are, but I enjoy seeing you pout when you get indignant…it’s kind of cute.”

He gave her a playful glare. “Why you little…come here.” She yelped and grabbed a fistful of sheets, tugging them with her as she moved off the bed, leaving him lying there naked as she wrapped the sheets around her body. “Well, well, well, Mr. Queen…someone’s looking mighty fine this morning.”

He grinned and lifted his arms up, resting them behind his head. “You better believe I am and you are a vision in green sheets.” She grinned and pointed to his bathroom. “Can I borrow your shower? I really should head back to Watchtower.” He sighed and pouted. “Fine, ruin my fun…want some company?” He waggled his eyebrows and she shook her head.

“Oh no you don’t, I’ll never get clean if you come with me…go make yourself useful.” He opened his mouth and she cut him off. “In other ways, like getting me some coffee.” His eyes gleamed with mischief as he let out a small ‘Mmm’ before she walked into the bathroom, giving him one last smile before shutting the door behind her.

Oliver was on cloud nine. Not only had he had sex with Chloe multiple times, but she hadn’t run away when he’d confessed his feelings for her…hell, she’d even sort of confessed her feelings first, leaving no doubt that he could safely attempt to pursue a relationship with her without thinking he might ruin their friendship if she didn’t care about him the same way.

Life at the moment was good. He was still lying in bed, grinning when his cell phone started vibrating yet again. He glanced at it and rolled his eyes. He heard the shower start and he figured he might as well answer it while Chloe was getting ready.

He stood up, moved toward the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers, slipping them on before grabbing his phone, pressing the button and putting it to his ear. “Hello…”

Zatanna grinned at the light tone of his voice as she perched on her desk and spoke. “Well someone sounds like he’s having a good morning.”

Oliver frowned as he held the phone between his shoulder and ear while pulling on a pair of sweats. “Zatanna…is that you?”

She chuckled lightly, her voice filling the line. “The one and only. I’m calling to check in on my favorite wish maker. How’s your heart’s desire working out for you?”

Oliver froze in his tracks, a chill going up his spine at her words. He straightened up, his head jerking toward the bathroom before glancing back toward the phone in his hand. “Wish maker? Heart’s desire? What are you talking about?” She paused, not sure why he sounded so surprised at her words.

“The wish you made a few weeks ago…when you didn’t call and yell like most people; I assumed you were happy with its outcome…was I wrong in my assumption?” A sense of dread filled him as his grip tightened on the phone.

“Zatanna…what are you talking about? I never made a wish. I remember seeing you at the club and we talked for a bit and then you mentioned something about cashing in a wish, but I never actually made one and then I guess I got wasted and found my way back home because the next thing I remember is waking up in my apartment.”

She swallowed heavily at the realization that Oliver had no idea he’d been living in a reality of his own creation. Though everything was real, and his desires were fuelled by want, the people around him were fueled by desires and thoughts they didn’t quite understand.

“Oh God, Oliver…I’m so sorry. I honestly thought you knew what was going on. That night when I asked you what you wanted, you pictured it in your head. You saw the future you wanted and I gave it to you. I granted your wish that night…”

Oliver’s jaw tensed as his eyes once again moved to the bathroom door, an ache settling in his chest as he spoke, voice quiet. “Are you trying to tell me…this isn’t really? That the past few weeks haven’t really happened?” The thought alone made his eyes burn as he clenched his fist, taking a deep breath to keep himself from slamming it in the wall.

She was quick to speak. “No! I mean it’s not fake; everything that’s happened the past few weeks is real, but the choices people have made haven’t been on their own.”

She paused, attempting to figure out how to explain it to him so he’d understand. “When I grant a wish, I can’t change reality, not really. I can only influence people and occasionally, their choices. I can’t make people do things that they never considered doing even once, but I can guide them to make certain choices…it’s what I like to call ‘bewitching thoughts’.”

She pursed her lips and Oliver remained silent, so she continued. “I nudge them in the direction of what the wish maker wanted. Sometimes they’ll wonder why they said or did certain things because it seems out of character for them, but they’ll brush it aside and chalk it up to being bold or brazen…when in reality, it’s magic.”

Oliver’s throat closed up for a second, the implication of her words finally settling in. These past few weeks, as he’d put himself out here and gotten to know Chloe, the only reason she’d reciprocated was because of magic. That’s why she’d been so open to him…because he’d unintentionally wished for it.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, anger suddenly gripping him at Zatanna’s blatant disregard of people’s feelings. His voice was hard when he spoke. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? How am I supposed to explain this to my friends? To Chloe?”

He swore as he ran a hand through his hair, speaking louder and sharper at her than he’d intended. “You need to change it now. Switch it back…take the wish back.” Zatanna winced as she shifted on her desk, voice low. “Even if I do that, it won’t change what’s already happened. I really am sorry, Oliver…I honestly thought you knew…this was never meant to hurt you.”

He let out a bitter chuckle and glanced around the room as he heard the water in the shower stop. “Yeah well a lot of good that did me. I should have known this was all too good to be true…things falling into place like they did. I want it done right now, Zatanna….when I hang up this phone, you reverse the wish, do you hear me?”

Her voice was soft as she glanced down and sighed. “Yes Oliver, I hear you…just before you go…one thing and then I promise I’ll change it back and let you go.”

He glared at nothing in particular as he spoke. “Make it quick.”

She licked her lips to moisten her throat as she spoke. “Remember this…One thing my father always taught me about magic was that you’re never granted a wish without also being given the power to make that wish a reality, but you need to work for it. When I reverse this, the people around you will remember everything that happened and everything they felt. Don’t give up on your dream, Oliver, no matter what because if it wasn't a possibility, then the wish wouldn't have worked. Magic is complicated sometimes, but it’s easy and that’s why the things attained with magic can never truly be real, but that doesn't mean it can’t give you the push you’re looking for.”

A spark of hope filled him at her words, but he didn’t let it go too far. Oliver wasn’t stupid; he had no illusions that this was going to end well for him, especially not with Chloe. He could hear her soft voice humming something through the bathroom wall and his heart ached at what her reaction might be when she realized what had happened.

He let out a long breath and nodded even though Zatanna couldn’t see him. “I’ll remember…now do it before I change my mind.” He didn’t wait for an answer; he just hung up the phone and closed his eyes to compose himself. It was going to be a long day.

______

She had been pulling on her clothes from the night before when it happened. Chloe blinked several times, confusion settling on her features as she looked around the bathroom with new eyes. Her heart skipped a beat as memories of the past few weeks rushed through her head, tears quickly pooling in her eyes.

What the hell was going on? When had she thought it was okay to pour her heart out to Oliver of all people? Why hadn’t she initially picked up on all the time he’d been spending at Watchtower? When thoughts of work and divulging secrets were pushed away, Chloe flushed at the events of last night and that morning.

She plopped down on the closed toilet, running through everything, mentally trying to figure out how this had happened. How she’d let herself fall into Oliver Queen’s arms after everything that had happened. She wondered if he was as confused as she was.

She glanced at the bathroom door and as much as she wanted to hide out in there forever, her need to know what the hell was going on was overwhelming. She took a deep breath, stood on shaky legs and pulled open the bathroom door.

When she walked into the bedroom, she frowned when no one was there. She called out hesitantly for Oliver, but there was no answer. She caught sight of her shoes in the corner, walked over and put them on before moving into the hallway and toward the kitchen.

Oliver heard her coming before he saw her. The telltale clicking of her heels made his heart jump into his throat. He had a fresh pot of coffee brewed and a steaming mug full of her favorite coffee sitting on the opposite side of the counter. When she moved into the kitchen, she paused and their eyes met and what she saw there made a chill run up her spine.

Guilt. Oliver’s eyes were swimming with guilt, meaning whatever had happened obviously hadn’t happened to him. She automatically crossed her arms over her chest in a defensive gesture and Oliver watched as her eyes shuttered closed which only tightened the vice grip on his heart. He motioned to the cup at the edge of the counter. “I made you some coffee.”

She eyed him warily. “I’ll pass…what’s going on, Oliver? I came out here wondering if you were as confused I as am about what the hell has been going on, but from the look on your face, I’m going to go with you’re really not.”

He could hear the ice in her tone and he could see her already rebuilding the walls she’d let him break down the past few weeks. He swallowed heavily. “I can explain…it was an accident I swear, Chloe…I didn’t realize…” His voice trailed off and she could see the honesty in his eyes.

She pursed her lips and spoke when he didn’t continue. “Didn’t realize what?”

He got up from his perch on the stool and took a few steps toward her. “A few weeks back after the whole Victoria thing…I went to a bar, I know before you say anything, don’t worry I wasn’t getting wasted…I was just trying to clear my head.”

He swallowed hard and continued. “Anyway, I ran into Zatanna there…”

She frowned, cutting him off. “The wish chick from my birthday?”

He nodded, lifting his hand to the back of his neck. “Yeah…and I unknowingly cashed in the wish that she gave me after your birthday.”

Her brows furrowed. “I don’t get it…you cashed in your wish and what? Why would…” Her words trailed off, eyes widening as she looked at him with a look that he was pretty sure broke his heart. He could see the tears in her eyes as she spoke.

“What did you wish for, Oliver? A new bed buddy? What did you think since we never hooked up it might be a fun idea…just someone else to get your mind off things? And the team has been working together lately…did you try to take the easy way out of patching things up with them too?”

Her words hit him like a ton of bricks and for a second, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He glared at her, exchanging the pain he was feeling with anger because anger was something Oliver knew how to deal with. His voice was loud as he pointed a finger in her direction.

“Are you kidding me? How the hell can you say that? Does it look like that’s what I was doing? I mean really Chloe, is that what you believe? That I was just looking for a new piece of ass? Because really I’m Oliver Queen, if I was looking for a good fuck I could easily find one outside of the my team. Something a hell of a lot easier and a lot less complicated.”

She reeled back as if he had slapped her. “Well it’s good to know at least I wasn’t easy.” He could hear the shaky tone to her voice and he took another step forward, reaching out for her but she shook her head. “Don’t…these past few weeks… they've been a lie, Oliver. The things I told you…the things I let you…do to me…it was a violation of my privacy, my thoughts and my body.”

He felt his heart sink with each word that left her mouth as tears pooled in her eyes. “I’m not the type of girl who pours her heart out to people anymore. I’m not someone who would let you in that easily…who would jump into a relationship so quickly…without thinking about the repercussions.”

Her voice lowered slightly as she met his eyes. “I am not the girl who has sex with a guy she just started seeing, at Watchtower no less, where anyone could just walk in…” She shook her head, a single tear slipping down her cheek.

“If you really cared about me…if you were honestly trying to get to know me…then you would have realized that.”

He gripped her arm quickly, trying to keep his temper from flaring again as he spoke swiftly, trying to catch her gaze again. “I do know that…I do…I know what kind of a woman you are Chloe, I just…” He paused and she glanced up, eyebrow raised as he continued speaking with a shrug.

“I thought I was different. I thought you were making the exception because it was me. When you didn’t stop me…when you let your walls down I thought…” He trailed off and she felt her heart clench at the lost look on his face. She knew he was hurting, that much was obvious, but she couldn’t do this with him.

She needed time to reevaluate things, to process everything and try to figure stuff out on her own. She let out a short breath and tilted her head to the side as she spoke, voice barely a whisper. “You thought wrong.” Chloe turned on her heel and headed for the elevator, leaving Oliver standing there, a mixture of anger and pain coloring his features.

When the elevator door slid shut with her inside, he turned toward the counter and swung his arm across the marble, knocking the coffee mug to the ground, the ceramic shattering into tiny pieces as he watched the dark liquid seep into the cracks of the floor, slipping away from him just like his wonderful life from the past few weeks was now fading from sight.

Chapter Five

Bewitching Thoughts (3/5)

2011-12-11T16:32:00.001-05:00

Banner By: Franica

Previous Chapter

Chapter 3
‘Heart’s Desire’

Oliver made his way into the elevator and pushed the button for the top floor before the doors slid shut. He leaned against the railing, shoulders sinking slightly as the last couple of days finally caught up with him. Vordigan…he still couldn’t believe that particular part of his life had decided to rear its ugly head.

He thought he’d long since closed that chapter in his life, but apparently he’d been wrong, and because of him, three women he cared about could have been killed and he had gotten another lecture from Clark, because he was the only one who could do no wrong.

He’d apologized to Lois who had forgiven him readily, telling him it wasn’t his fault and then he’d had a surprisingly acute conversation with Mia in his training center. For a 16-year-old girl, she was far beyond her years in both logic and wisdom, which Oliver supposed made sense considering where she’d come from.

They’d come to an understanding and he’d agreed to train her if she went back to school and finished up her education. She had only put up a slight fight but within a few hours, he had her enrolled in the public school in Star City and had the jet gassed up, ready to take her to his penthouse in California, where she’d be living until she graduated.

He had a good feeling about Mia. She’d definitely fit in among their team of misfits and now with that taken care of, there was only one person left to check on. The elevator chimed, knocking him out of his thoughts. He let out a short breath and made his way into the hall and toward the double doors.

He didn’t bother knocking, rather he just pushed them open and walked in, not exactly sure what to expect. He paused just inside the doorway and frowned at not seeing the petite blonde near the large monitors. Maybe he should have called before coming after all.

“Chloe?” There was a light scuffling sound and he glanced up, noticing her on the second floor, wobbling on one of those small ladders as she attempted to fix something. His voice must have startled her and when he saw her footing falter, sending her careening over the ledge, a startled yell flying from her throat, he ran forward and held his arms out, catching her before the momentum from her body knocked them both to the ground.

Oliver’s head hit the ground and he grunted; Chloe’s body on him, one of his hands plastered to her ass, the other reaching up to brush the hair out of her eyes, worry clear on his face. “Jesus, are you alright?”

Her heart was pounding against her chest and she swore her life had just flashed before her eyes. She sucked in a deep breath and shifted slightly so she was no longer on her side, but straddling him and pressed flush up against his body, looking down on his face. She could see the hint of concern there and she opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

He frowned, reaching a hand up to cup her cheek as he spoke again. “Chloe…are you okay? Talk to me…”

She shook her head, trying to clear the fog out and opened her mouth again, this time more successful at the speaking part. “I’m okay…thanks…for the catching. Hitting the ground probably wouldn’t have been good…”

Her voice trailed off and he chuckled lightly, relief in his voice as he spoke. “Yeah, probably not.” He shifted his hand away from her face and slid it toward her shoulder, causing her to wince. He pulled back immediately, the frown once again returning to his features. “How’s the shoulder? I’m sorry I didn’t come by sooner. I was getting Mia squared away and I didn’t want to just call.”

She nodded as she sat up, bracing her knees on the floor and pushing her body up, trying not to think about how close they had just been and how good he felt pressed against her. She cleared her throat and held her uninjured arm out for him.

He arched an eyebrow at her but took it and let her help tug him up as she spoke. “I’m good…it was just a graze. The shoulder’s a little sore, but it’s healing nicely according to Emil.”

He nodded as he brushed off his pants. “That’s good.” When he finally glanced up and met her eyes, he gave her a tired smile. “Have I mentioned I’m really glad you’re okay?”

Her face softened and she rolled her eyes. “I’m sure…who else would run Watchtower with me gone?”

He could hear the joke in her voice, but his brows furrowed at the hint of nervousness he caught in her eyes. He moved forward and took her hand. “Chloe, that’s not why I’m glad that you’re okay. You know that, right? You mean more to me than just being Watchtower.” She shrugged and gave him a smile, attempting to brush off the seriousness in his voice, but he wouldn’t let her.

He tightened his grip, stopping her from moving away from him. “Nope, not letting you walk away until you admit that you and me…we’re friends.”

She glanced at him and pursed her lips, choosing her words carefully before speaking. “Of course we’re friends, Oliver…”

He tilted his head to the side, trying to figure out what was going through her head. “But…?”

She shook her head. “But nothing…we are friends I didn’t really mean anything by it. It was a joke…I know that’s not all I am to you…but it’s nice to hear every once in awhile.”

Chloe’s lips clamped shut after that statement, her eyes going wide, not sure what had possessed her to say that. She really needed to keep a lid on her mouth these days, it was just with all the time she’d been spending with Oliver lately, she’d grown used to his presence and though he hadn’t mentioned anything between them changing, she sort of felt like it had.

The past couple of weeks, ever since they’d had dinner and had gone over the files Victor had sent, she’d felt a shift in their dynamic. Oliver had started spending close to five days a week a Watchtower and Chloe had even ventured into uncharted territory and visited him at his home.

They’d hung out, eaten dinner and lunch together, sometimes even breakfast. He had even been able to drag her out of the tower for a few hours to go over and watch a movie at his place a few days back. She had really thought things were going well between them…even if she hadn’t exactly been forthcoming with her growing feelings.

She flushed slightly at her own thoughts and swallowed heavily before clearing her throat and looking away from him. “That came out wrong…look just forget it. It’s really not a big deal.” She took a step away from him and he once again blocked her path.

Oliver’s face softened, his heart speeding up as he swallowed heavily to moisten his throat. He wasn’t exactly sure what her words meant, but he definitely wasn’t about to let them go. “I’m sorry if I don’t say it enough…I just…I wasn’t sure you wanted to hear it.”

She frowned, eyebrows furrowing at his words. “Why wouldn’t I?”

He sighed and scratched the back of his neck as he spoke. “Well for starters, every time I bring up things like that, you sort of just laugh them off. It’s hard to know what you’re comfortable with…you’re not exactly an open book, Chloe.”

She sent a glare his way and threw her arms up in the arm. “I know that, but lately I’ve been more open. We’ve hung out and talked about things that I haven’t talked about with anyone else. These past few weeks have been….I don’t know…pick a cheesy term and insert it here. I thought…”

She shook her head and let out a long breath before continuing. “I thought maybe things between us were changing. That you and me…were heading in a different direction. I guess I was reading a little too much into things. Look it’s late and I’m sure you have better things to do than stand here and listen to me whine. I’m glad everything worked out with Vordigan…I’ll see you later, Oliver.”

Chloe turned and started walking toward the monitors, leaving Oliver standing there confused and slightly irritated. “That’s it? We had a little misunderstanding and what you’re running away?”

She spun around on her heel and jabbed a finger in his direction. “A misunderstanding? Oliver, you’ve spent the last four weeks hovering at my side. When I confront you about it, you tell me you enjoy spending time with me. Then, you spend the next two weeks bringing me dinner and lunch and making me like you and now you’re surprised when you find out this means something to me?”

Oliver stared at her, mouth open, eyes wide as he attempted to process what Chloe was saying to him. Him spending time with her meant something…Chloe enjoyed his company. A grin slid onto his face. She liked him. He didn’t know what had changed in the past two weeks since their dinner at Watchtower among files and computer printouts and he didn’t care. Chloe had feelings for him, it was obvious and the thought alone made him grin.

Her sharp voice knocked him out of his thoughts. “Do you find this funny?”

He shook his head and closed the distance between them in a few strides, gripping her arms as he spoke. “No! No I just…you like me.”

Chloe blinked, slightly flustered at his direct comment and shook her head. “What? No. I mean I don’t like you…not like ‘like’ you…umm…”

He laughed lightly and rolled his eyes. “Stop denying it. You, Chloe Sullivan, like me which actually works out pretty well cause I kind of like you too.”

She paused, surprise coloring her features. “What?”

Oliver smirked and nodded. “I’ve sort of been putting off telling you because I wasn’t sure you felt the same way and I didn’t want to risk our friendship because it means a lot to me…but Chloe…” He took another step forward and cupped her cheek, voice lowering as he spoke. “I most definitely like you.”

She sucked in a deep breath, her body shifting closer to his as she licked her lips. Oliver’s eyes were drawn down by her tongue darting out and he couldn’t fight the urge to lean in a kiss her.

The minute his lips touched hers, Chloe was lost in the sensation as she wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned into his mouth. She felt a twinge in her shoulder, but ignored it, knowing if she made any kind of sound of discomfort, Oliver would stop and that was the last thing she wanted.

He slipped one arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him, the other moving from her cheek to the back of her head as he coaxed her mouth open and deepened the kiss. When they broke apart, they were both breathing heavy and Chloe opened her mouth, but before she could even say anything, Oliver’s lips were back on hers.

He couldn’t believe he was kissing Chloe; it was almost surreal…almost. His hands slid down her back, cupping her ass in his hands as he lifted her off the floor, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he walked toward the couch in the corner, lips still tangled with hers.

Over the past few weeks, Oliver had patched things up with the team, rescued a teenage runaway, and managed to break through all of Chloe’s carefully put together walls. It was almost all too good to be true. His feet hit the front of the couch and he tossed the blonde in his arms down on it.

Chloe’s back hit the plush cushions, breasts bouncing slightly in her blouse, as she arched an eyebrow at him, amusement dancing in her eyes as she spoke. “I don’t remember saying you were getting lucky, Hero…”

Oliver smirked down on her. “I don’t see you saying I’m not…”

She grinned and shook her head while lifting one heel-clad foot, nudging the toe of it up his leg, encouraging him to come closer to her. "Well, then you’d better hurry up and make your way over here before I do."

His eyes darkened as they slid up her legs, to her charcoal gray skirt. He shifted and leaned over her, his fingers sliding behind her, gripping the zipper and meeting her eyes as he pulled it down slowly. Chloe’s heart was slamming against her chest, arousal coursing through her body.

She couldn’t remember the last time someone touched her and the anticipation was almost too much to take. Oliver watched her closely as he slipped his fingers below the waistband of her skirt, tugging it down gently over her hips, pausing briefly to see if she’d stop him, but as her hands clenched in the cushion, she wiggled slightly, moving the fabric down further.

Oliver sucked in a deep breath before removing it completely. He groaned at the sight of her bare legs, his hands skimming up her silky legs as his eyes dropped to the green lace of her panties. "Jesus, Chloe...you’re gorgeous…"

The way his eyes roamed over her body made Chloe swallow hard to moisten her throat. Her stomach coiled in anticipation as she parted her legs for him, hands reaching up, pulling his body against hers, thighs on either side of him.

Oliver was startled by her taking charge of the situation, he hadn’t expected that, but far be it for him to not go along with it. Chloe leaned up, placing a kiss to his jaw, warm breath caressing his skin, as she whispered against it. "Mr. Queen, I’m thinking that one of us is extremely overdressed…and it’s not me..."

Oliver let out a sharp breath and nodded, pulling back from her and slowly unbuttoning his shirt. "I can’t believe this is happening..."

Chloe shifted and chuckled lightly, propping herself up on the cushions behind her. “Is that disbelief I hear in your voice…What happened to that large ego that you flash around here on a daily basis, huh?”

He arched an eyebrow at her as she pushed his hands aside, her eyes following the movements of her hands as she undid each button slowly, small palms gripping the sides of his shirt. He spoke, a spark of mischief in his eyes. “Oh, don’t worry; trust me, my ego is large and you’ll be seeing it soon.”

Her lip twitched at the corner at his comment and she parted his shirt, licking her lips before running her fingers lightly over his chest, sliding them up to his shoulders and pushing the shirt off his body. Chloe's hands moved to his belt, her movements measured as she unbuckled and pulled it from the loops, tossing it aside.

Oliver was trying to focus, but it wasn’t easy. Her small hands were moving all over his body and it was driving him crazy. Chloe’s hands moved to his pants, two small fingers gripping his zipper and inching it down at a leisurely pace.

She tugged them partway down and he reached out, stopping her. Her eyes flickered up to his face, gaze questioning. “Are you sure? Cause as much as I want you Chloe…I want you to be sure…” Her expression softened and she pulled him back toward her body, hooking a leg around his hip and brought him flush against her.

She cupped his cheek, soft voice floating through the quiet room. "I’m positive." Oliver stared at her, his gaze filled with adoration. "Thank god..." He leaned in and kissed her collarbone before moving up her jaw and then capturing her mouth with his.

His fingers hooked themselves into the side of her panties. He took a deep breath and slipped them down her legs carefully. Chloe swallowed heavily as she lifted her legs slightly while he pulled them over her heels and dropped them to the floor.

Chloe pushed herself onto her knees and shoved him onto him back on the opposite end of the couch, her hands pushing his pants and boxers the rest of the way off as he kicked off his shoes. She straddled his waist, knees on either side of him, heels pressing into the cushion of the sofa.

Chloe grinned at him and dipped her head forward, placing a trail of open-mouthed kisses from his stomach, up his chest, making her way to his neck, teeth nipping at his pulse point. She shifted against him, hips rotating slightly against his hardened shaft as she moved a hand away from his body and toward her top, unbuttoning it.

When it was fully open, she arched her body forward and Oliver reached behind her, undoing the clasp of her bra, letting it fall open and off, the material tumbling to the floor all the while her hips still moving against him, creating a pleasant ache between her thighs.

A moan tumbled from her lips, one hand falling to his chest, eyes closing as she bit her bottom lip between her teeth head arched back, chest pushed forward as she continued to seek out more friction against her heated flesh.

A short groan escaped Oliver’s lips before he gripped her hips, pausing her movements and eliciting a small whimper from her as she opened her hazy eyes and frowned at him. He cleared his throat and spoke in a husky voice. “Condoms…just…one sec.”

Chloe nodded, not believing she had actually forgotten that they needed one. She shifted as he reached down to his discarded pants, flipped through the pockets and pulling out his wallet. Chloe continued to press several kisses against his jaw and below his ear as he dug out the condom and quickly opened and slipped it on over his hardened shaft.

Once the task was complete, he lifted her up, repositioning her so that her slit was just above his cock. He flattened his palms over her hips, his fingers stretching out as he rocked her back and forth on him, moistening the tip of his dick with her juices as she moved against him.

"Mmm, Jesus, Sidekick you're so wet..." His hips lifted off the couch as one of her hands gripped his shoulder, the other slipping between them, gripping his shaft as she leveraged herself over him, gliding down on him inch by inch until her body was engulfing him. Chloe winced slightly, groaning at the feel of him inside of her.

Chloe moved forward, pressing her body against his, hardened nipples grazing his chest as she kissed him and sucked his lower lip into her mouth, teeth grazing it lightly. She squeezed her inner muscles while lifting herself off him, creating more friction between them as she moved against him, setting a steady, slow pace until she could get used to the feel of him inside of her.

Oliver was still in awe that this was happening, but her soft mewling noise and the slick feel of her hot body around him was jumbling his thoughts entirely too quickly for him to care how they got here. All that mattered was Chloe was riding his cock like a goddamned cowgirl and he was loving every second of it.

She moved her lips to his ear, warm puffs of breath fanning against it. “God, you feel so good...” His breath left his lungs every time she slid down on him, sheathing his entire length back into her warm core, causing a moan to escape his lips as he leaned his forehead against hers. "You’re perfect, Chloe…so perfect.”

His grip tightened on her hips as he tried to guide her into faster movements. She took the hint and quickened her pace, capturing his lips with hers. He opened his mouth beneath hers, letting her deepen the kiss as she shifted, trying to spread her legs further and change the angle of her thrusts.

Chloe could feel the pressure building inside of her and she moaned as she rocked against him, a small whimper leaving her throat, breathing heavy as she sat up, pushing her hands against his lower abdomen to try and steady her movements.

Her head fell forward, curls pooling around her face as she let out a frustrated moan, his name coming out as a breath. “Ollie…” She clenched her inner muscles around him again. “Oh god...it’s not enough…I’m so close.”

The nickname made his heart fill with warmth as she continued to move against him before he scooped one arm around her back and shifted, pushing her until she was lying back on the sofa, causing him to sink deeper inside of her at their new position. He grunted as her legs wound around his waist, pulling him even further into her body as he moved inside of her. His lips moved over hers as he pulled her into another kiss while rolling his hips into hers again. "You're so tight, Chloe..."

She tightened her legs around him, heels biting into his ass as she arched her body up to meet his, a strangled moan leaving her throat at his words as he plunged back into her body. Chloe didn’t think she had ever enjoyed sex this much.

She was pretty sure it had never been like this. He was taking her to new heights of pleasure. He knew exactly where to touch her to make her body respond, every caress, and every flick of his tongue. She could feel her muscles coil beneath him, as she felt her orgasm approaching, but not quickly enough.

“Harder…Ollie, please...” She gripped his head, lips pressing against his jaw as she sucked in a few quick breaths. He stared down on her, still unable to believe that Chloe Sullivan was writhing beneath him on Watchtower’s couch, begging him to make her come.

His thoughts were shoved from his head when she sucked his ear into her mouth causing Oliver to slam back into her hard, murmuring softly as he quickened his pace, the sense of his climax closing in on him as he continued to plunge inside of her.

He felt her muscles clamping around him, a quiver running down her spine as she arched up and into him, her passage squeezing him tightly as she came, crying out his name. Two more thrusts and he followed her over the edge, her inner walls milking his cock until there was nothing left.

Oliver’s head dropped to her neck and she tilted her head to the side, hands running up and down his back as she tried to calm her breathing. She placed a kiss to his shoulder and broke the silence a minute later. “Wow…that was…wow…”

He chuckled and placed a kiss against her throat. “I’m going to have to second that wow…” She smiled and let out a small sigh as she spoke quietly. “You know…this might seem completely off topic here, but you’ve been running around checking on everyone since the whole Vordigan thing happened…but you haven’t told me how you’re doing. I know it couldn’t have been easy for you.”

He lifted his head and grinned down on her, eyebrow raised. “Vordigan is the last thing I want to talk about after what just happened…but you’re right…it’s been a difficult few days.” He gave her a thoughtful look before his grin widened. “You know…I’ve got an idea…”

She titled her head to the side and arched an eyebrow. “Hmm…?” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her collarbone before speaking. “Maybe you should come home with me…I can order some dinner…we can talk about everything that’s been going on…possibly have some more sex…”

He let his voice trail off and Chloe laughed lightly at his words while rolling her eyes. She brushed a hand through his hair and kissed his jaw before glancing up and meeting his eyes as she spoke. “You know…that doesn’t sound like a bad idea…” Oliver beamed at her. Oh yeah, he could definitely get used to having Chloe Sullivan in his arms or better yet…his bed.

Chapter Four

Bewitching Thoughts (2/5)

2011-12-08T11:00:00.001-05:00

Banner By: Franica

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Chapter 2
‘As You Wish’

Oliver shot up in bed, sheets pooling haphazardly at his waist, his breathing heavy as sweat beaded on his forehead while he glanced around his bedroom with a frown. He blinked several times and looked toward the window, a few slivers of light falling across the bed, signaling that it was morning.

When had he left the club and Zatanna? He pushed the covers off his legs and dropped his feet to the ground before stretching and standing up. He walked over to the dresser, rubbing a hand over his face and glancing at his reflection, trying to remember how much he’d had to drink last night.

His phone beeping startled him out of his thoughts and he turned quickly toward his dresser, catching sight of his clock on the way. He swore softly at the time. It was already after eight and he hadn’t even showered yet. He gripped the phone in his hand and answered it without bothering to check the caller ID.

“Hello?”

Bart grinned on the other end of the phone and plopped down on the couch with his bag of potato chips. “Hey, Bossman.”

Oliver was startled at the voice on the other end of the phone. He hadn’t spoken to Bart since everything that had gone down with Doomsday. He knew Chloe had been in contact with him and that he’d helped her with the whole ‘smack Oliver with a three-ton truck’ thing, but personally, they hadn’t spoke in several months. “Bart…how are you…is everything okay?”

The younger man tossed a chip into his mouth as his eyes drifted to the clock on the TV. It was only six-twenty-five in the morning and he knew Oliver was probably wondering why he was calling. He’d woken up early and had the strangest urge to call and check on the older man. It had been a few weeks since he and the team had helped Chloe get him back on track and he had just wanted to make sure firsthand that his friend was back on the up and up.

“Yeah…everything’s copasetic…I was just checking in. Chloelicious sent out an email telling us you were back to doing your thing…just wanted to see what was up and if there was anything new on the snatch and grab front.”

Oliver’s heart warmed slightly at the younger man’s words. He’d called to check up on him. He licked his lips and spoke quickly, keeping the flow of conversation going. “You know, I’m actually not sure. I was just about to hop in the shower and head over to Watchtower. I figured I’d check in with Chloe and make sure she’s had some breakfast before I head into my meeting this morning. But while I’m there, I’ll see what information she’s been able to dig up on things. We’ve been pretty bogged down with Kandorian-shaped problems here.”

Bart nodded even though Oliver couldn’t see him. “Yeah, I heard about that. Still can’t believe Stretch’s cousins from another planet decided to grace Kansas with their presence. So much for last alien on earth…oh and I know Vic sent a whole bunch of files to Chloelicious the other day, so maybe there will be some info in there.”

Oliver chuckled. “Maybe. How about I give you a call back when I get to Watchtower and you can ask Chloe yourself? I’m sure she’d like to hear from you.”

Bart grinned as he popped another chip in his mouth, a light crunching hitting Oliver’s ear before the other man spoke. “Sounds good to me…I never turn down talking to a beautiful woman…” His voice grew slightly serious as he continued speaking. “And hey, I just wanted to let you know…we’re glad you’re back and we’re around…you know, whenever you want to start running missions again. The team’s ready and waiting.”

Oliver swallowed heavily, Bart’s words hitting him hard, but in a good way. They let him know that even though he’d abandoned his friends for several months, they were still there in his corner, willing to be a part of his life. “Thanks Bart…you don’t know how much that means to me.”

The younger man grinned, his head turning when he heard a noise down the hall, figuring it was probably either Victor or AC getting up. “No problem, Bossman…well I think my early morning phone call woke up the guys…you should shower and I should go back to bed. Call me when you’re with Chloelicious.”

Oliver laughed and nodded. “I will…I’ll talk to you later Bart.” He pressed the end button after he heard Bart’s goodbye and tossed his phone on the bed, a large grin on his face as he made his way toward the bathroom. With one phone call, his entire morning suddenly seemed to be looking up and for the first time in a long time, Oliver couldn’t wait to start his day.

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Chloe stood in front of the monitors, her fingers hitting the keys with more force than necessary. She couldn’t believe Clark had just burst into Watchtower, accusing her like that. It just went to show how little he really knew her. She sighed, trying to focus on the task at hand and forget about her supposed best friend.

There was a light rapping on the open double doors and she spun around, startled by the noise. When she caught sight of Oliver leaned against the doorframe, grin on his face and coffee in his hand, she couldn’t help the smile that lit up her face. After the morning she’d been having, it was nice to see a friendly face. “Hey there, Hero…”

If it was possible, his smile widened as he pushed away from the door and made his way into the room. She looked genuinely happy to see him. He stopped in front of her and held out the cup of coffee for her to take.

She took it and shot him a grateful look as she lifted it to her mouth and took a long sip. Chloe let out a small moan of approval at the warm beverage making its way down her throat, the sharp flavor of cinnamon hitting her taste buds.

“How’s it going, Sidekick?” Her eyes fluttered open and he could see the tension ease out of her shoulders as she took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Mm better now. Thank you…for the coffee. It’s much appreciated.” She moved back over to the console, placed the coffee next to her and started typing again.

He followed her, leaning against it and tilting his head to the side, watching her movements. “Everything okay?”

Her hands paused for a second before she glanced at him briefly and spoke, going back to her typing. “Oh you know, just another day at the office. Power up Watchtower, make coffee, read emails, have my supposed best friend zoom in and accuse me of kidnapping my own cousin…the usual…” Her voice trailed off and though she had tried to keep her tone light, Oliver could sense the hint of hurt in it.

He frowned and reached out, his hand brushing her arm, drawing her attention to him. “Hey…do you want to talk about it?”

She hesitated for a second, not really wanting to open up about the way she had been feeling lately, but one look at the honesty and concern on his face had her changing her mind. Oliver had been spending a lot of town around Watchtower and her for the last couple of weeks. Would it really be so bad to confide in the man who had been by her side lately?

“I’m hurt. Out of all the people we know who are currently messing with the Blur and the team…when he thinks someone has betrayed him his first thought is to come to me?”

She swallowed heavily and looked away from the computer toward Oliver. “I’ve known Clark since I was thirteen…seeing the way he looks at me now, like I’m the enemy just because I don’t go around telling him my secrets anymore, has definitely been eye-opening. It’s nice to know where I fall on his list of people to trust.”

He pursed his lips and took a step closer to her, his hand reaching out and rubbing her arm lightly before moving up and chucking her under the chin until her eyes met his. “Hey, no offense to Clark, but lately he’s been, for lack of a better word, a dick. I know I’ve been out of the loop recently, but it seems to me that I’m not the only one who has lost sight of the mission.” He paused, shrugging. “Maybe it’s time we organize an intervention for Boyscout too…then we can both be on the rehabilitated list.”

He gave her a small smile and she only half-returned it. He was right, of course. Instead of spending all the time and energy she had used on putting together a way to bring Oliver back from his downward spiral, she should have been concentrating on Clark…but why hadn’t she?

For some reason, it had been more important for her to get Oliver back on the right track than it had been to get Clark out of his black-wearing, angst filled, ‘I’m no longer a human’ phase. “Chloe?” She blinked at the sound of his voice and realized she’d let her thoughts carry her off again.

He stood there, one hand on her arm and the other just falling from her chin. She swallowed hard when she noticed their proximity. He was wearing a button down stripped shirt with hints of green and a pair of jeans. Chloe didn’t know how he managed to pull off looking professional and comfortable all rolled into one but it definitely worked for him. He arched an eyebrow at her when she didn’t say anything right away and she shook her head, giving him a sheepish smile as her hand reached out and touched his chest gently, almost unconsciously, as if it had a mind of its own. “Sorry…I think I zoned out there for a minute.”

Her hand against his chest sent a shockwave through his body and he could feel the heat of her palm through his shirt. He licked his lips as his hand tightened on her arm. He heard her sharp intake of breath and when their eyes met, she spoke, voice hitching slightly in her throat.

“I’ve…I’ve been meaning to ask you… I mean, you’ve been spending quite a lot of time here lately, not that I mind…it’s actually nice to have the company. I was just sort of wondering why…is there a reason you’ve been spending your free time here or has your social calendar finally hit rockbottom?”

Oliver watched her tilt her head to the side, making the last part of her statement into a joke, but he knew by the way she nibbled on her lip that she was slightly nervous about the question she was asking. He took a deep breath and reached out, brushing her hair behind her ear gently as he shrugged.

“Honestly…I’m not sure. I enjoy spending time with you…being around you it makes me feel…different. When I’m with you, I don’t feel like Oliver Queen, billionaire CEO or Green Arrow, vigilante hero. I don’t need to pick one person and be that because you know all of me. So…I can just be me. It’s refreshing.”

Chloe smiled and that time it reached her eyes. “Well, I, for one am glad. I think maybe having you around sort of does the same thing for me. These past few weeks, they haven’t been as lonely as the last few months and I’m pretty sure I owe that to you.”

Oliver grinned. “I’m happy I could be of service…now about your cousin kidnapping issue…is this something you need the team on? I talked to Bart this morning and it seems like he’s getting antsy to get back in gear on the whole saving the world thing.” He saw the surprise in her face when he mentioned Bart as she pulled away and moved back toward the computer.

“You talked to Bart this morning? That’s great, Oliver…Victor actually sent me a couple dozen files the other day. I was going to go through them this morning, but then everything with Lois happened, which thanks for the offer, but I already know who has her.”

He raised an eyebrow and she scrunched her nose. “Tess. I’m sending the information to Clark and Emil is going to meet me here soon to help me with a few things. But I’ll make sure I look through all the files tonight, that way we can get the team up and running again, in Bart’s case, literally.”

Oliver knew how to take an opening when he saw one. He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head as he spoke. “Maybe we could go through the files together…I can grab dinner when I leave the office and bring it here…you, me…some food and a mess of files.”

Chloe bit her bottom lip slightly as she studied the man in front of her, not sure what exactly dinner meant. Sure, they’d eaten together on a few occasions, but it had never been planned and he’d never actually asked her, more like he had just shown up baring food.

She could see a hopeful smile on his face and she pursed her lips, attempting to give him a serious look. “On one condition…”

He nodded, hands sliding into his pockets. “You name it.”

Amusement danced in her eyes as she spoke. “You pick up Thai food.”

Oliver hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until he chuckled loudly and nodded. “I think that can be arranged. Oh…Bart wanted us to call him when I got here…I think he mostly wanted to talk to you.”

Chloe smiled and turned back toward the computer. “I’ll send him an email and let him know we’ll give him a call tonight when we’re working on the files. I really need to focus on getting the info on Lois. Good thing I’ve got an inside man.”

Oliver shook his head as he squeezed her arm lightly and shifted away from her. “I don’t doubt you do, Sidekick…you’ve got your hand in everything, and that’s a compliment, not a judgment.”

She glanced at him briefly and nodded. “I know.”

He nodded and motioned to the door. “I’ve got a meeting to head to, but I’ll be back around five-thirty, six.”

She gave him a light wave and he smiled one more time before heading through the open doors and making his way out of Watchtower. She watched him go out of her corner of her eye and when he disappeared, her stomach did somersaults.

It was strange, but for some reason when Oliver had been near her today, she had been more aware of his presence than she’d ever been. His smell, his touch…it was a mixture of comfort and something distinctly manly. She wasn’t blind, Oliver had always been attractive, but today he’d looked especially good.

Chloe shook her head, frowning as thoughts of Oliver invaded her mind. She was supposed to be focusing and he didn’t look at her that way. She wasn’t his type and the last thing she needed was to partake in yet another unrequited relationship with a crime-fighting hero; been there, done that.

It wasn’t something she wanted to relive, and yet, a part of her felt like the situation with Oliver was completely different from anything she’d ever had with Clark. Either way, she couldn’t let it distract her. She had a ton of things to do and finding Lois was taking point on her priority list.

As she typed away at her keyboard though, she couldn’t help the grin that slipped onto her face at the thought that Oliver would be back with dinner in a few hours. Finally, something she could look forward to. It looked like her day was definitely looking up.

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Oliver glanced up from his perch at Chloe’s desk at the gust of wind that had scattered a few of his papers aside. Their alien friend had finally left and he couldn’t be happier. Clark was one of his closest friends, but sometimes he was just too self-righteous for his own good.

Oliver had finished up his meetings earlier than he’d expected to and had decided to bring some paperwork with him to Watchtower to finish up there. Not even twenty minutes after he had walked in and set up his little corner at Chloe’s desk, Clark had come speeding through the room.

He went on and on about befriending Zod and making him feel like earth was his home and a bunch of other crap that Oliver didn’t particularly agree with. He watched as Chloe did her best to reason with him, but of course the only person allowed to have an opinion on the matter was their resident man of steel.

He didn’t take into consideration that he was talking to two people whose lives were directly affected by this alternate future where Zod and his group of followers had taken over. Chloe had told him the whole story and if he was honest, he wasn’t surprised that he and Chloe had teamed up against Clark.

The man clearly wasn’t seeing things rationally lately and Oliver was getting increasingly tired of his attitude. He glanced to his left at the sound of Chloe’s sigh and gave her a sympathetic look. “How are you holding up there, Sidekick? Should I bring out the little green rock? Knock some sense into everybody’s favorite alien?”

She chuckled and gave him a small smile. “As much as Clark needs a sharp hit to the head, I think that would only bring us more trouble…but thanks…you know, for the offer.”

He smirked and sent a wink her way. “Anything for my sidekick.”

Chloe rolled her eyes and gave him a playful glare. “Your sidekick? Cause the way things seemed in that alternate future…it sort of seemed like you were my sidekick…”

Oliver snorted as he leaned back in her chair. “Then I guess it’s a good thing we don’t live there…”

He let his voice trail off, but she could see the humor in his eyes. She pointed to the computers and spoke. “You ready to start going over the files?” He nodded and pushed himself out of the chair. “Yeah, I’ll go heat up the food. It’s probably cold by now.”

She tilted her head to the side. “You’re probably right…I’m going to start bringing up the files.” He motioned for her to go ahead as he moved into the kitchen and pulled out two plates, doling out a little bit of everything for each of them.

By the time he finished heating everything up, grabbed two bottles of water and moved into the main room where the couch was, she was already set up, papers scattered around her and several monitors moved so they were facing her.

He chuckled lightly and she glanced up at the noise, eyebrow raised. “What?”

He grinned and placed both plates on the table before tossing her a water bottle. “Nothing, you just…dive right in. It’s cute that’s all. It looks like a file cabinet exploded around the table, but if I had to guess, I’d say there’s an order to your chaos.”

She smiled at him. “Of course there is…ooh that smells good.” She put down the printout she had in her hand and lifted the plate, taking a whiff of the food. The scent invaded her nostrils and she let out a soft sigh as she lifted her utensil and pulled a forkful of noodles into her mouth.

Oliver watched her, taking in her enjoyment of the simple dish and he couldn’t help how his smile widened. It wasn’t often he got a chance to witness Chloe in her own environment without the weight of the world on her shoulders. It was nice to see her so relaxed for once.

She must have felt his eyes on her because she glanced up and gave him a questioning look. He shrugged. “Sorry...it’s just I think you’re….” he hesitated, not sure if telling her she was gorgeous or beautiful would make her uncomfortable so he opted for a different approach. “I think you’re one of a kind. Thanks for letting me help out tonight…”

She gave him a strange look, but nodded. “Of course…I mean it’s your team and I’m glad you want to get things rolling again. It’s nice to have you back…we missed you.”

She frowned slightly at her admission, wondering where in the world it had come from. She didn't say things like she missed Oliver Queen…what had gotten into her lately? She needed to come up with some kind of explanation and quick. But before she could, she felt his hand grip hers lightly and squeeze.

Green eyes met warm brown ones and the smile he gave her was simply breathtaking. “I missed you too…all of you. Now come on…let’s get this taken care of and if we finish in a decent amount of time, I might just take you to the best coffee stand in all of Metropolis…”

Chloe grinned and started pushing papers in his direction as they went over the information Victor had dug up on 33.1 labs that were still running even though Lex wasn’t around. Her hand brushed his several times as they sat there, thighs touching casually, going through information, talking about their likes and dislikes, and sharing a meal.

It wasn’t anything fancy and yet it was special in its own way, at least for her. It should be awkward sitting there with Oliver, doing things that normally she’d be doing alone, but it wasn’t. It was almost like they’d done it a million times.

Chloe watched as Oliver made a face at her while slurping one of his noodles into his mouth, before poking her lightly with his fork and sharing some of his leftover dumpling that he wasn’t eating and she grinned. She’d never thought spending late nights with Oliver would be like this, then again, she hadn’t really ever thought about what it would be like in general…until now.

Chapter Three

Bewitching Thoughts (1/5)

2011-12-05T08:38:00.002-05:00

Banner By: Franica

Title: Bewitching Thoughts
Rating: NC-17
Author: sxymami0909
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Oliver/Chloe
Word Count: 18,200
Timeline: Spoilers through season 9 this is set after ‘Roulette’
All Artwork: By Franica! Girl you’re too awesome for words! Thanks again for taking the time to make such awesome artwork for this story
Written For: geek_or_unique
Parts: 1/5
Summary: Now back on track and jumping back into the life of his alter ego once again, Oliver Queen is feeling discontent and lost. Confused and unsure about his changing feelings for a certain blonde sidekick, can a run in with an old friend and a cashed in rain check awaken his true feelings and make his deepest desires come true? Or will the reality of his decisions threaten to destroy everything he holds dear?

“You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it come true. You may however, have to work for it.” - Richard Bach

Chapter 1
‘In The Midnight Hour’

He sat in the darkened club, eyes scanning over the people dancing, the dull pulsing from the base of the music throbbing through his body. There was a time when Oliver had lived this life; a time when he would have thrown himself into the mass of bodies and lost himself in alcohol, sex and sometimes even drugs.

Anything to escape the despair he had been feeling…but not anymore. He glanced down at the half empty glass of scotch in front of him, hand clasping the edge, but not bothering to bring it to his lips. Chloe hadn’t gone through all the trouble of staging an entire, semi life-threatening, intervention for him to slip up and fall off the wagon two weeks later.

Chloe Sullivan…just thinking about their resident blonde sidekick made his head in a jumbled mess. Thoughts of her were what had brought him out tonight in a vain attempt to get the petite blonde off his mind. He didn’t know why, but ever since that day outside the café, he’d been seeing a completely different side of her than he was used to.

When he had first met Chloe a little over three years ago, even though she’d been cute and somewhat perky, she hadn’t been what Oliver considered his type, or rather at that time, she hadn’t been. It wasn’t until the 5’ 3” woman burst into his penthouse, claiming to know his secret identity and bossing him around, that he realized there was something special about her.

And now that he’d seen what she was willing to do, willing to risk to save him, someone she considered a hero even after all the things he’d done in the past year, it showed him that Chloe Sullivan had a lot more loyalty and determination than he’d originally given her credit for.

She didn’t have to expend the effort on his behalf. Technically speaking, if she was looking for funding to run Watchtower, Chloe could have let him rot in his booze infested world while she spent his money and used the rest of his team to keep the streets safe.

But she hadn’t; because as horrible as they had been to each other in the past few months, as lost as they all had been, Chloe believed in the person he was. She believed in Green Arrow, what he stood for, and all he had to offer the world.

It was a humbling realization on his part, to know that even when he hadn’t thought he was worthy to don the emerald suit, she had. He wasn’t kidding that day when he had told her she’d saved both the myth and the man.

Oliver owed her more than he’d probably ever be able to repay, which in fact, was the source of his current predicament. He sighed, spinning the glass in his hands as the song ended and another one quickly started, his eyes once again watching the movements of the people around him.

For the past two weeks, Oliver had been spending the majority of his free time at Watchtower, making sure Chloe had everything she could possibly need to make it a good command center for the team, or at least that’s what he kept telling himself.

If he was being honest though, the truth was she fascinated him, capturing his attention in a way that he couldn’t quite explain. There was so much more to Chloe then he’d originally thought. Layers that went beyond what she showed on the surface and lately, Oliver couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be privy to those layers; to see the secrets she held close to her heart.

He’d been fighting the overwhelming urge to sit her down and plow ten thousand questions at her about her past, present and future. But he opted for the more subtle route of just occupying the same space as her, trying to get to know the person she was now and hoping with time she’d be willing to take a chance on being his friend again.

Only after two weeks of constant emails, phone calls, texts, and visits she still hadn’t seemed to take the hint. He would have been surprised by the fact that Chloe hadn’t confronted him about spending a good three to four hours a day at Watchtower except for the fact that his presence barely seemed to register on her radar.

And there lied the problem. He wasn’t even a blip on her scale. He was Oliver Queen and yet the one time he actually wanted attention from the opposite sex, it was like he was invisible. Probably karma for all the women he’d misled and ignored over the years.

It still baffled him how his charm and attention seemed to fall on deaf ears. He had taken stock of everything he knew Chloe liked and still, nothing. He bought a brand new top-of-the-line Espresso machine for her under the guise of it being for everyone, saying something about working late nights and needing to keep awake.

He brought bagels with him if stopped by in the morning, sandwiches if it was the afternoon and occasionally pizza or Chinese if he stopped by after patrol. He asked her how her day was, checked in when he could, made sure to show her he was interested in her life and still, nothing.

At this point, short of sitting her down and demanding that she acknowledges him; Oliver wasn’t sure what to do. A light tapping on his table startled him out of his thoughts and he glanced up, eyes meeting crystal blue ones of the exotic dark-haired beauty in front of him.

He looked away quickly; voice loud enough to be heard over the music. “I’m flattered, but not interested.”

She grinned, slipping into the booth next to him, voice light, eyes dancing with humor. “And I’m hurt that you don’t remember me…”

He frowned, looking away from his drink and back at the woman in front of him, taking in the dark, silky curls that cascaded down her shoulders. He squinted and then it hit him. “Zatanna?”

She crossed her legs slowly and ducked her head toward him. “Guilty…”

His lip quirked at the corner and he arched an eyebrow in her direction. “What brings you back to Metropolis?”

She shrugged, a smirk sliding onto her shiny lips. “Oh, you know…just passing through. So tell me Mr. Queen, what’s an eligible bachelor like yourself doing sitting here in a dark corner booth all by your lonesome, on a week night no less and looking absolutely morose?”

Oliver studied her for a minute before letting out a long sigh, a chuckle bitterer than he’d intended leaving his throat. “Trust me; you don’t want to know…”

She raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly, blue eyes glittering almost mesmerizingly in the dim light. “Try me…who knows, I might turn out to be a better listener than you think.”

Oliver sat there, contemplating her offer. He didn’t really know Zatanna well enough to divulge his inner thoughts and problems; then again his options weren’t exactly bountiful. It wasn’t as if he could talk to Lois about his problem, that would be awkward to say the least and who knew what Clark was doing with his time these days.

Then there was Chloe, someone he’d love to open up to and talk with, but obviously not about this. He pursed his lips before moving his eyes back to the woman in front of him, her encouraging nod making him sigh as he leaned in and spoke.

“There’s this girl…” His voice trailed off and Zatanna’s face broke out into a large grin as she spoke.

“A girl you say…tell me about this…” She paused, eyeing him with a knowing smile. “…girl.”

Oliver looked down at the amber liquid in his glass and let out a long breath. “She’s funny without actually trying. She’s got the biggest heart out of anyone I’ve ever met. She’s determined, hardworking and doesn’t take shit from anyone, not even me.” He furrowed his brow, frown pulling at his lips as Zatanna spoke, softly sensing the downward spiral of his mood.

“She sounds like quite a woman…” She let her words trail off, waiting for Oliver to continue speaking and when he did, she was surprised by his words.

He nodded as the music paused changing songs one again before he spoke. “She is, but she’s also stubborn and closed off. She’s been through so much in the past year and I’m not even sure if what I’m feeling for her is real.”

The brunette arched an eyebrow at him, her hand falling against Oliver’s arm drawing his attention to her. “The way you talk about her, it seems as if this mystery woman means quite a deal to you.”

He pursed his lips and met her eyes, hand clenching around the glass. “She does; I’m just not sure it’s for the right reasons. It’s a complicated situation and these feelings…they sort of snuck up on me and now I spend half my time trying to get her attention and the other half of my time trying to determine if my feelings are real or if they stem from some misplaced sense of gratitude.”

Zatanna titled her head to the side and studied the man in front of her as he played with the drink in his hands. This was not the same confident and charming man she remembered from a year ago. He was different. She could sense a cloud of despair surrounding him, making him question the man he was and his place in the world.

She pursed her lips before speaking, a hint of curiosity in her voice. “It’s the fiery blonde isn’t it? The one you were with at the party last year…the birthday girl?”

Oliver’s head jerked up, surprise coloring his features as he addressed her. “How…?”

She grinned and gave a slight shrug, amusement in her eyes. “You’re not exactly subtle, besides I see more than people give me credit for. You’d be surprised with the intricate ways in which two people’s lives are fated to be connected.”

Oliver straightened in his seat, eyes wider than normal as he addressed the woman across from him. “Are you saying Chloe and I are fated to be together?” He watched her closely, but her facial expression never changed as she leaned back into the plush cushion of the booth.

“I didn’t say that. Fates may be intertwined, but it’s our choices, our decisions that determine the outcome of our path.”

Oliver shook his head, a frown once again appearing on his features. “That doesn’t help; it just further proves my point. I’m not sure what the right choices are. I know how I think I feel, but it’s confusing and problematical.”

He paused briefly to gather his thoughts before continuing. “I don’t want to risk what we’ve been able to salvage of our friendship for something that could blow up in my face.” He groaned and leaned forward, a light chuckle leaving his throat at the realization that he’d been spilling his guts to someone he barely knew for the past ten minutes.

“I’m sorry…you see? This is why I came out here tonight. I needed a distraction, something to take my mind off of everything that’s been bogging me down.”

Zatanna nodded, her perfectly sculpted eyebrow shooting up in his direction. “How’s that going for you?”

He rolled his eyes and finally brought the glass to his lips, taking a small sip. “Take a guess.”

She watched him and sighed lightly before leaning forward, blue eyes piercing brown as she spoke quickly, her voice flowing over him like an exotic melody, enchanting and serene. “Maybe I can help.”

Oliver smirked, his eyes roaming over her body briefly. “Again…I’m flattered, Zee…but not interested.”

She laughed and pulled her hand from his arm, humor on her face as mirth danced in her eyes. “As attractive as you are Tiger, I try to steer clear of emotionally unavailable men. What I meant, Mr. Queen was you still have a very real wish to cash in.”

He gave her a thoughtful look, contemplating her words and when he was silent for more than a minute, she continued speaking. “One wish, one chance to tempt fate…create your own destiny and live a life of your choosing…So tell me, what does Oliver Queen desire?”

The question startled him, but only for a minute. It was something he hadn’t asked himself in a long time, but as his mind created a picture of what he wanted in his head, what he desired, several things became all too clear as his jumbled thoughts finally came to a halt.

Oliver wanted to feel fulfillment in every aspect of his life. He wanted to surround himself with people who accepted and loved every part of whom he was and who he could eventually be. He wanted to team to actually be a team, to fight alongside each other and he wanted to feel the love and affection of a good woman by his side.

His eyes slid shut, painting the picture in his head more clearly than he’d ever imagined anything and when he saw the woman beside him, shock filled him to his core, causing his eyes to burst open and catch Zatanna watching him with a look he couldn’t quite place.

A grin slid onto her lips, a pale hint of violet glowing in the depths of her blue orbs, making heat shoot through his entire body as she spoke, her voice silencing all the noise around him until she was all he heard. “As you wish…”

He opened his mouth, confusion on his face, about to tell her he hadn’t wished anything when suddenly everything around him grew hazy. Sounds and shapes started to blur and distort as he tried to focus on making everything stop spinning.

But it was no use and as he felt darkness surrounding him, the last thing he was able to make out was Zatanna’s smiling face and gleaming eyes.

She watched him fall; knowing the next few days would be a challenge and hoping that giving him his wish would give him the push he needed to turn fate into a reality.

Chapter Two

Text Message Tango (13/13) Master List

2011-11-18T23:01:00.000-05:00

Title: Text Message Tango
Rating: R
Authors: Iheartvsnark & Sxymami0909
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Oliver/Chloe, Clark/Lois, Emil/Tess
Word Count: 73,315
Part: 13/13
Story Banner: By Andi
Chapter Banners: By Juliete
Dedication: For Andi, I don’t know about Mandy, but I totally blame this story on you. Haha
Summary: Things are quiet in Metropolis until the members of the Justice League are faced with an internal communication malfunction. (Based on Texts From Last Night prompts.)
Warning: Mostly canon through Fortune and then AU, meaning we pick and choose what we wanted to change based on our writing needs.

(Chapter One: Dirty Little Secrets) ( Chapter Two: I Want To See Your Peacock) ( Chapter Three: Trading Favors) ( Chapter Four: Gives You hell) (Chapter Five: Gimmie More) (Chapter Six: Blame it on Bart)(Chapter Seven: Rumor Has It) (Chapter Eight: Wicked Game) (Chapter Nine: Capes and Leather) (Chapter Ten: Rock You Like A Hurricane) (Chapter Eleven: Hit Me With Your Best Shot) (Chapter Twelve: Grapevine) (Chapter Thirteen: Confessions)

Last Friday Night (5/5) Master List

2011-11-18T22:49:00.000-05:00

Title: Last Friday Night
Rating: NC-17
Authors: Ihearttvsnark & Sxymami0909
Fandom: Smallville
Pairings: Oliver/Chloe, Clark/Lois, Emil/Tess
Word Count: 36,000
Part: 5/5
Banners: By Juliete
Dedication: This is for Juliete. Not only did she provide us with the most amazing banners ever, she’s all-around amazing.
Summary: Just because they can’t remember, doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. This is the story of what the camera didn’t pick up.
Warning: Canon through Fortune

(Chapter One: There's A Pounding In My Head) (Chapter Two: Pink Flamingos in The Pool)
(Chapter Three: Think We Kissed But I forgot) (Chapter Four: Yeah, I Think We Broke The Law) (Chapter Five: So We Hit The Boulevard)

The Best Lane Plans (8/8) Master List

2011-11-18T22:35:00.000-05:00

Title: Best Lane Plans
Rating: R
Authors: Ihearttvsnark & Sxymami0909
Fandom: Smallville
Pairings: Oliver/Chloe, Clark/Lois
Word Count: 54,600
Part: 8/8
Banners: By Juliete
Warning: Canon references starting in Escape and running through Scion
Summary: Ever since Lois saw Chloe and Oliver in their matching bathrobes, she’s been plotting double dates and couples’ outings. But even something as simple as four people having coffee turns complicated when she least expects it.

| Chapter One: Part One | Chapter One: Part Two | Chapter Two: Part One | Chapter Two: Part Two | Chapter Three: Part One | Chapter Three: Part Two | Chapter Four: Part One | Chapter Four: Part Two |

The Justice League Chronicles: Preemptive Strike (15/15) Master List

2011-11-18T22:15:00.001-05:00

Title: The Justice League Chronicles: Book Four: Preemptive Strike
Rating: NC-17
Author: Ihearttvsnark & Sxymami0909
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Oliver/Chloe, Clark/Lois, Lex/Lana
Word Count: 128,770
Timeline: Spoilers through season 9. AU- This won't make sense unless you've read the first three books in the series.
Main Banner: By Andi because she’s more awesome then you all know and practically inspires half the things I write randomly without even realizing it!
Chapter Artwork: A special thank you to Franica
Parts: 15/15
Summary: One year after the events of 'Between Two Lives' just as Chloe and Oliver have settled into a routine, ready to take the next step in their relationship someone close to home threatens to destroy everything they hold dear. Change hits Metropolis once again when Lana Luthor, CEO of Luthor Corp Industries makes a startling announcement that will bring with it old faces and new enemies. With Lex in prison and the team scattered across the globe, can they rally together in time to fight off the coming darkness? Or will one tragedy leave hearts broken, friendships tested and the Justice League destroyed forever?

| Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight |Chapter Nine |Chapter Ten |Chapter Eleven |Chapter Twelve |Chapter Thirteen |Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen |

The Justice League Chronicles: Fire and Ice (14/14) Master List

2011-11-18T22:09:00.001-05:00

Title: The Justice League Chronicles: Book Two: Fire and Ice
Rating: NC-17
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Oliver/Chloe, Clark/Lois, Lex/Lana
Word Count: 83,000
Timeline: Spoilers through season 9. AU- This takes place three weeks after 'Undercover''
Special Thank You: I need to give a shout out to Sabrina for emailing back and forth with me countless times and being my sounding board as I planned this while writing ‘Between Two Lives’ I owe half the cohesiveness of this idea of this to her. So thanks love! And Mandy…when I decided to completely switch the plot around cause I do stuff like that, you helped me plow through all of the changes. Thanks so much hun!
Main Banner: By Andi because she’s more awesome them you all know and practically inspires half the things I write randomly without even realizing it.
Chapter Artwork: A special thank you to Sabrina for doing the chapter artwork for this story. Girl your banners made me even more excited for this story! You’re awesome!
Parts: 14/14
Summary: Three weeks after the events in ‘Undercover’ Chloe is still on the mend when shocking news is thrust upon her leaving her to decide if this life is what she wants or if taking a back seat in the fight against justice is all she’s cut out to do. Meanwhile an unlikely ally surfaces to help the JL fight off the new government agency that seems to have it in for our favorite heroes, but are they really who they say they are? While wars wage on the frontline, friendships and relationships are tested as Lana is propelled into a world of darkness, learning all that Lex has hidden from her. What is she willing to lose to protect her husband and unborn child and how far can one person be pushed before it’s too much? As choices are made and lines drawn, friends will turn into enemies and those who once fought against our heroes will now stand beside them. Can the team take down Lex in time or will they be left to deal with the devastation in his wake as Metropolis falls under the cloak of Lex’s particular brand of evil.

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen |

Hot and Cold

2011-10-07T10:14:00.000-04:00

Banner By: Franica

Title: Hot and Cold
Rating: NC-17
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Roswell
Pairing: Michael/Maria
Word Count: 885
Prompt: Cold

A callused hand slid up her leg brushing against her knee before dipping under the hem of her uniform. Maria moaned as she arched her body off the dingy couch and against him. She could feel his lips curl into a grin against her neck as his other hand cupped her cheek, peppering kisses up to her chin and then grazing her lips with his.

She wrapped an arm around his neck deepening the kiss, plunging her tongue into his mouth in an attempt to establish some kind of control over the situation. He shifted spreading her legs slightly wider to accommodate his body.

Michael broke away from the kiss and fingered the edge of her panties before pressing one long finger against her slit. He could feel her material moisten beneath his touch and he licked his lips as his name fell from her mouth. He watched as her eyes slid shut, face flushed with arousal, teeth ensnaring her bottom lip as soft breathy moans filled his ears.

He didn’t think he’d ever seen anything more beautiful than Maria sprawled beneath him. It was in moments like these that Michael could show Maria how he really felt. Here, he didn’t need long speeches or fancy gifts. He didn’t need to showcase every emotion he was feeling or everything she made him feel.

With one brush of his hand or flick of his finger he could make her feel loved and special all in the same moment. One kiss was worth a thousand words. This was how he told her what he couldn’t say out loud. He bent down running a tongue over her collarbone before latching onto her pulse point with his lips.

Maria threaded her fingers through his hair as she rocked her hips forward attempting to increase the pressure of his fingers against her body. Michael took the hint and drew his finger to the side of her panties before slipping it beneath them and inside of her in one quick motion.

She gasped and moved her hips to meet his probing finger. After a few thrust he added a second one and quickened his pace while his other hand caressed her body softly almost lovingly. Maria let herself sink into the sensations he was creating inside of her.

It was times like these that she was able to see the real Michael…normally he was so cold. She knew that he cared about her, but he never knew exactly how to show it and she was pretty sure that frustrated him. So instead of offering her affectionate words and awkward dates he took her to new levels of pleasure.

Maria had never let anyone touch her the way Michael has. Sure she’d had the occasional boyfriend, but none of them had ever taken their time to get to know her body. Michael on the other hand…he was an artist. He caressed and stroked her as if he were creating a masterpiece.

All thoughts few from Maria’s head as she felt his thumb press against her clit and rub it roughly. A light sheen of sweat graced her body as she slid a hand down to his belt unbuckling it as her breathing quickened. Michael groaned when he felt her hand slip into his boxers, small palm curling around his shaft, stroking him lightly.

“Jesus Maria…”

She grinned as she sucked on his jaw, hand tightening against him as her ministration became bolder. Michael could feel a tingling sensation at the base of his spine and he knew he was close to coming. He added a third finger, thrusting harder inside her body as his thumb made circular motions around her clit.

Maria could feel the pressure building low in her belly as her muscles tensed and she arched up her head falling back against the pillow of the couch, her had clenching around his shaft as she stroked harder and faster.

Michael swore and with two more jerks of his hand Maria came crying his name, her inner muscles clenching around his fingers, as she spasmed around him. As she caught her breath she slid her palm up and down his length two more times before he exploded in her hand.

His body shivered above hers and a couple of seconds later he reached over for a tissue and handed it to her. She took it as he sat back on his heels readjusting his pants and then reaching forward to fix her uniform. Maria tossed the tissue in the garbage and when she looked back at Michael he was staring at her.

She arched an eyebrow a small smile tugging at her lips. “Can I help you spaceboy?” He grinned, a spark of mischief and something else she couldn’t quite place in his eyes. “You’re beautiful…” her face softened as he continued talking. “You’re also a pain in my ass Deluca…now come on get back to work before we get caught and I get fired. Some of us have an apartment to pay for.”

He pushed himself off the couch in the back of the Crashdown and headed towards the bathroom to wash his hands before firing up the grill for the day. Maria watched him go, standing up and shaking her head, amusement in her eyes. Same old Michael Guerin.

Life's Little Moments (1/12)

2011-10-01T09:58:00.002-04:00

Banner By: Juliete

Title: Life’s Little Moments
Rating: NC-17
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Oliver/Chloe, Emil/Tess
Parts: 1/12
Authors Note: This story takes place in the 'When The Levee Breaks' Universe
Summary: This is a series of one-shots that take place in the three year time gap between the last chapter of ‘When The Levee Breaks’ and the Epilogue.

‘Feels Like The First Time’

“And it feels like the first time, like it never I did before. Feels like the first time, like we've opened up the door. Feels like the first time, like it never will again, never again.” –Foreigner

Oliver walked down the hallway towards the bedroom while rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. It was a little after eleven on a Thursday night and he was exhausted. He couldn’t remember ever being so tired.

Then again he guessed that’s what having a four-month-old in the apartment would do. Chloe and Maura had moved in with him about a week ago when they realized it was getting too difficult to keep shuffling back and forth between his place and Watchtower constantly.

They had discussed things and decided it would be a good idea for her to move back in and so far, aside from the lack of sleep the invasion of his space didn’t bother him in the slightest.

Having them there, being a family, it was different, but if anything he enjoyed knowing that he had people to come home to at night. Oliver let out a small sigh as he pushed open the bedroom door and caught sight of his anxious looking girlfriend sitting up in bed. She arched an eyebrow at him hands fidgeting.

“Is she okay?” Oliver chuckled lightly as he made his way over to the bed, pulling the covers back and slipping beneath them. “She’s fine…just needed a diaper change. I told you I could do it.” Chloe rolled her eyes softly as she shifted towards him slightly.

“I didn’t think you couldn’t do it, I just thought maybe she was hungry…in which case you’d need me.” Oliver gave her a cheeky smirk, and winked. “I always need you Sidekick.” She rolled her eyes, which only made his grin widen as he pulled the papers off the nightstand and started working on them again.

Chloe gave him a sideways glance as she watched him working, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. She and Oliver had been officially dating since three months before Maura was born and she supposed things with their relationship were progressing at a normal pace…expect for one thing.

They still had yet to have sex. At first it hadn’t bothered her. Taking care of an infant was a lot of work, even with Oliver helping and most of the time she was exhausted. Plus Emil had strictly prohibited any kind of sexual activity for the first eight weeks after Maura was born.

But now…well she wondered if maybe he no longer found her attractive. In the time that had passed since their daughter was born Chloe had spent most of her free time working out. It wasn’t something she did often, but she’d wanted to give the baby weight a little push and get it off of her as soon as possible.

And here she was four months later close to fifteen pounds lighter than when she first got pregnant, but still aside from the making out and a few intimate caresses here or there, she and Oliver were still at an impasse…and now with Maura sleeping longer and her feeling less tired she was ready to take things to the next level.

She shifted in the bed next to him, dropping more of the blanket so the green silk encasing her body was showing as she ran a hand over his bare arm before leaning her chin lightly against his shoulder, voice soft as she spoke. “Whatcha working on?”

Oliver frowned down at the papers. “Some new proposals on better advertising techniques and things like that. Nothing too exciting just a few things I need to--” His voice trailed off as he turned his head to look at her. Chloe leaned back and his eyes immediately dropped to the ample amount of cleavage showing from the green nightgown she wore.

He licked his lips and cleared his throat before glancing up and catching her eyes. She tilted her head slightly and he nodded towards her outfit. “Is that new?” Chloe grinned glancing down at herself as she ran a hand down her side.

“This? Why yes it is…do you like it?” Oliver opened and closed his mouth before pushing his papers aside and shifting so he was facing her, eyes a slightly darker shade of brown than normal. “I do…”

She swallowed hard, her heart beating erratically in her chest as his eyes roamed over her body. She was nervous…but they’d been waiting for so long and she was more than ready to take this step with him.

As his eyes took her in he couldn’t believe she’d had a baby less than five months ago she looked amazing. Her quiet voice knocked him from his thoughts. “I thought since the baby’s asleep…and it’s not too late maybe you and I could spend a little quality time together…”

Oliver grinned, “Yeah?” She nodded and before she could say anything else he was cupping her cheek and bringing his lips to hers. Chloe moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, tongue stroking hers as he molded their lips together.

Minutes later they broke apart and she grinned her hand finding his naked chest as she pushed him back so he was leaning against the headboard before she shifted, lifting a leg over his until she was straddling his lap. His large palms automatically found her hips, gripping them tightly, the silk smooth beneath his hands.

He spoke, voice low as he slid his hands up gripping her face. “You’re sure?” A bright smile broke out on her face as one hand gripped his neck and the other caressed his arm. “I think we’ve waited long enough…don’t you?”

Oliver grunted and nodded. “I definitely do…” He moved quickly and then all of a sudden she was lying flat on her back with a smirking Oliver above her. Chloe shook her head chuckling lightly as his lips came back down on hers. Her hand slid into his hair as she returned his kisses enthusiastically.

When air became an issue they broke apart and he dipped his lips to her neck sucking on her pulse point. Her eyes fluttered shut as she ran a hand up and down his back pulling him closer to her. She couldn’t remember the last time someone touched her like this. “Oh god Ollie…”

He groaned feeling himself harden at the breathy tone of her voice. They’d been together for a little over six months and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been getting slightly antsy, but he’d resolved not to push her into anything she wasn’t ready for.

His thoughts came to an abrupt halt when he felt her small hand run down his stomach to the waistband of his boxers. She was just about to slip her hand inside when he gripped her wrist causing her to look up and frown. “What’s wrong?”

Oliver took a deep breath and shook his head. “Nothing…just I’m rung a little tight…so let’s not bring the big guy out just get…I’ve got things I want to do first…” He released her hand and she nodded swallowing heavily and licking her lips while watching him sit back on his knees.

He reached forward one hand sliding down her side making her shiver, a wave of arousal coursing through her. He grinned at her reaction before shifting his hand and cupping her breast, thumb brushing gently over her nipple.

Chloe jerked her head back, hands curling into the sheets as she let out a loud moan several different sensations running through her body at once as moisture pooled in her panties. Her breasts were still extremely sensitive and as he kneaded and groped at them she could feel her breathing increase.

Her hands flew out gripping his midsection trying to pull him closer to her as he slipped the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders. Oliver couldn’t stop touching her. He had been dying to get his hands on her for months and now that he finally had he was going to make it last.

He pulled the nightgown down her body, tugging it off her and tossing it on the floor behind him. Brown eyes glanced over every inch of her body before he let out a long breath as his eyes met hers. “You’re beautiful.”

Chloe flushed before pulling him down for a kiss, crushing their lips together as he spread her legs bringing her thighs up to rest over his hips. He rocked against her slowly and she gasped before turning her head sideways.

“Harder Ollie…”

He shook his head, “Not yet…I’m just testing the waters Sidekick…” Pulling back from her his eyes refocused on the padded lace bra she was wearing. He still couldn’t believe how big her breasts had gotten…He leaned his forward kissing her jaw before moving towards her collar bone.

As he peppered her with small kisses his hand came back up to her breast squeezing experimentally. He felt her body arch against him and he repeated the action before deciding that the bra was in his way. Nimble fingers unhooked the front clasp and it popped open leaving her bare before him.

His eyes widened and his tongue darted out over his lips as he stared down at the twin orbs below him, before a pair of hands blocked his view. He blinked and frowned when he saw her pulling the material of her bra back together. Confusion filled him. Had she changed her mind already?

Oliver glanced up at her face, brows furrowed. He once again leaned back and motioned toward her chest. “What are you doing? I was looking at those…”

Chloe bit her bottom lip, body flushed with arousal. She took a few calming breath and spoke with a hint of embarrassment in her voice. “Maybe it would be better if with left it on….”

Oliver arched an eyebrow as he gently pushed her hands out of the way and popped the clasp again, humor in his voice as he spoke. “You know…I’m feeling slightly deprived…Maura get’s to see them more than I do…”

She opened her mouth right as he dipped his head down kissing the side of her breast. He cupped the other one in his hand squeezing the supple flesh gently as he brushed a thumb over her enlarged nipple making her eyes slide shut as she groaned low in her throat.

He repeated the action moving his mouth closer to her nipple with each kiss. Chloe could feel her body reacting to his touch as her stomach muscles clenched and she rubbed her legs together to ease the tension building in her body.

She knew she was close to coming and it was embarrassing how the little bit of stimulation he was providing already had her inner muscles fluttering lightly. He could hear her breathing picking up speed again as her body moved under his.

He could feel how tense she was and if her moans were anything to go by he’d say she was close to coming, which was incredibly hot. He was in the process of brushing his thumb against her nipple while he lifted his head and went to close his mouth over the other one, but was abruptly stopped by Chloe.

“Ollie…” He paused glanced up at her from under heavy lidded eyes, confusion present once again. “Yeah?” She sucked in a large breath, voice slightly shaky as his other hand continued to play with her breast. “You can’t…”

He was about to ask her what she was talking about when he felt a hint of moisture on his hand. His eyes strayed towards her chest and recognition flickered in his eyes. The reason her chest was several times larger than usual. He swallowed hard shifting his hands and nodding as he brought his lips to hers pressing a tender kiss against them.

He moved his body again and smirked at her. “Got it…not a big deal…I’ve got other places I can put my mouth.” He winked before pressing his lips between the valley of her breasts and kissing a trail down her stomach to the waistband of her lace panties.

Chloe felt the bed shift before his lips pressed against her inner thigh sending a shiver up her spine. He trailed his fingers to the elastic of her panties and pulled them down slowly. Chloe’s heart was beating frantically as her eyes stayed on his head that was bent between her legs.

She was freaking out just slightly, but did her best to make the butterflies in her stomach disappear. Oral sex wasn’t something she’d ever let someone perform on her. It always seemed too personal…for any of the men she was with…even Jimmy. And here Oliver was about to take it off the list of things she’d yet to experience.

She wondered if maybe she should say something, but she didn’t want to ruin the moment with thinking too much. Oliver shifted against the bed sliding the lace all the way down before grinning as he held her panties like they were some kind of trophy before tossing them over his shoulder, the scrap of lace landing on the floor at the foot of the bed.

Chloe swallowed heavily and it took everything in her not to clamp her legs shut when he glanced back down between them. He reached out hands gripping her thighs and he could feel the tension in her body. He arched an eyebrow concern filling his gaze as caught a glimpse of apprehension in her eyes.

He tilted his head pausing in his actions, thumbs massaging her inner thighs in an attempt to calm her down. “Everything okay?” She opened and closed her mouth once and then twice before she spoke, voice strained.

“I’ve never…I mean…no one’s ever…” Her voice trailed off and she motioned towards him making Oliver blink several times as he caught her meaning.

He pursed his lips, voice soft. “Never?”

She bit her bottom lip and shook her head. “No…” A slight flush covered her cheeks and Oliver gave her a warm smile before pressing another kiss on her upper thigh causing her to suck in a deep breath as he spoke, grin on his face. “This is going to sound so weird…but you just made this so much hotter for me….”

She chuckled lightly but he could still feel the tension in her body as he leaned down and spoke between placing small kisses alternatively against her thighs. “Relax….trust me.”

She took a deep breath as she felt one of his fingers slide up and down her slit. At the hint of pressure against her, she arched forward seeking out his touch. Oliver grinned when he heard her moan and he pushed two fingers inside of her groaning at how warm her body was.

He’d dreamt about this moment and yet his dream didn’t even match up to the real thing. She was wet, warm and willing and he basked in it. He couldn’t remember how long it had been since he was with a woman…but it was definitely before he found out she was pregnant.

He shook himself from his thoughts as Chloe’s moan broke through the silence in the room. She could feel him thrusting his fingers in and out of her, a heavy pressure building in her lower belly as she lifted her hips lightly to increase the pressure of his hand.

Seconds later his head dipped down and she felt his tongue sliding over her slit as he used his fingers to spread her open for him. She gasped, “Oh god…” and he grinned against her moist flesh as he darted his tongue out flicking it against her clit before sucking the hardened nub into his mouth. A wave of pleasure flew through her body shooting straight to her core as she arched up beneath him, one of his hands gripping her thigh as the other continued to stroke her.

“Ollie…yes…” He could already feel her inner walls fluttering and a strangled sound left his throat at how responsive she was to his ministrations. On a slightly egotistical level he couldn’t help the pride that filled his chest at being the first man she trusted enough to make her come this way.

Her arousal coated his fingers and mouth as he quickened his pace, her moans and whimpers becoming shorter more erratic as he flicked his tongue against her clit hard quickening the pace of his fingers inside of her. Chloe couldn’t help moving her hips, thrusting against his face as breathy words fell from her lips. “More…oh god…yes”

She couldn’t help it. Arousal flowed through her entire body as she gripped her own breast with one hand, the other curling into his hair holding his head to her body as he continued to mercilessly attack her clit with his mouth. “Ollie…Ollie…”

She felt her body clenching as she mumbled his name over and over again. And when he grazed his teeth lightly against her clit she came, exploding in his mouth as her inner muscles contracted around his fingers and she cried out his name.

Oliver drew out her orgasm as he continued moving his fingers in and out of her body for a minute before moving up her body, tugging at his boxers and tossing them to the floor. Chloe’s eyes fluttered open when she felt him settled between her thighs, as he reached across the bedside table and pulled open the drawer.

Her hands rubbed up and down his back as she heard him shuffling through things before he grunted and pulled out the small foil package. He ripped it open with his teeth, pulled the condom out and reached between them rolling it down over his hardened shaft before fisting himself and pumping his shaft a few times. He position himself at her entrance and she licked her lips, heart rate picking up pace as she felt him nudge against her.

Oliver met her eyes as he leaned down cupping her cheek, voice soft. “I don’t think you realize how much I love you Chloe…” Her face softened tears prickling in her eyes slightly as she reached up thumb caressing the skin under his eye, voice barely a whisper as she spoke.

“Of course I do…Ollie,” she gave him a watery grin, “you’re my very own hero…my knight in shining leather. You saved me…and I love you so much too…and every day…I just fall more in love with you.” He swallowed heavily his chest bursting with the kind of love he never thought he’d find after everything he’d done in his life.

He leaned in capturing her lips with his as he thrust into her body in one quick stroke, pausing when he felt her gasp into his mouth as her nails dug into his back. He kissed her thoroughly and a minute or so later she wrapped her legs around his waist, inviting him into her body even further.

Oliver swore lightly his head falling briefly against hers as he pulled out slowly and rolled his hips into hers until he was surrounded by her heat once more, "God, you're so tight..."

Chloe tightened her legs around him as she felt him fill her, stretching her, making her body ache from the inside out. She arched her body up to meet his a strangled moan leaving her throat at his words as he pushed back into her just a little faster than before.

Chloe felt full as his body encompassed hers, his hands roaming the plans of her skin and the more he moved the more she got used to the feel of him inside her. She’d never imagined that sex with Oliver could be this good.

Dreams had not done him justice. He was taking her to new heights of pleasure and she was pretty sure after this she’d never get tired of him. Chloe gasped as her muscles coiled beneath him. She could feel her orgasm approaching, but not quickly enough she wanted more.

“Harder Oliver…I’m so close...” She gripped his head lips pressing against his jaw as she sucked in a few quick breaths. He had wanted to take their first time slow, make it last, but her insistent moving, and clenching of muscles was driving him closer to the edge. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold out after his lack of sexual activity lately, but he’d be damned if he came before her.

Oliver gripped her hips, angling them slightly as he slammed back into her, murmuring softly as he quickened his pace. He could feel a tingling at the back of his spine and he clenched his jaw as he continued to plunge inside of her in quick, hard thrusts.

He dropped his hand between them, thumb rubbing against her clit fast as his lips fell to her breast again sucking lightly on the skin around her nipple making her body jolt against his. Chloe tossed her head back crying out his name as he felt her inner muscles clamping around him, a quiver running down her spine as she arched up, her passage squeezing him tightly.

Oliver groaned thrusting into her two more time before exploding inside of her. He collapsed against her lips moving up to her collar bone pressing a light kiss there. His body felt listless as he dropped his head to her neck and she tilted her head to the side hands running up and down his back as she tried to calm her breathing.

She placed a kiss to his shoulder, breaking the silence a minute later. “…Wow…that was…wow…” He lifted his head grinning down on her as he nodded placing a soft kiss against her lips, their sweat slicked bodies still intertwined.

“It was definitely wow…Jesus…” he shifted pulling out of her carefully making her wince and moving out of the bed to throw out the condom. He came out of the bathroom less than a minute later tossing the covers aside, getting into bed and pulling Chloe against his side as he placed a kiss against her head. She curled into him placing her head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around her.

He stroked her back lightly as she drew shapes on his chest with her fingers a comfortable silence settling between them. She licked her lips lightly and spoke softly. “I was starting to think…maybe you didn’t find me attractive anymore…” Her voice trailed off and he tilted his head looking down on her with a frown.

“What in the world would make you think that?”

She shrugged lightly snuggling into his side. “I don’t know…we’ve been together for seven months and well…”

He laughed lightly a ran a hand through her hair. “Chloe I think you’re gorgeous…I just…I didn’t know if you were ready and it seemed kind of ridiculous of me to demand sex when you seemed so tired…it wasn’t me not wanting you…I just needed to know I wasn’t pushing you into anything.”

Her hand came up caressing his face as she shook her head. “I love you Oliver…I want us to be close…I’d never feel like you were pushing. You’ve been so amazing…”

He grinned and sent a wink her way. “Back atacha…and no worries…” He leaned down capturing her lips with his and when they broke apart he smirked. “I think you can get rid of that treadmill of yours…I’m pretty sure I just found a great new cardio workout for you…as a matter of fact I’m thinking your new exercise routine should start right now…three to four times a week…”

His voice trailed off as he shifted moving over her once again as he waggled his eyebrows pulling the covers over his head as he slid down her body hands pressed against the bed as he kissed her stomach. Chloe chuckled her hands weaving into his hair.

“Is that so Mr. Queen? Someone seems quite ambitious.” His muffled voice came from under the covers as he spoke against her skin, warm breath making her shiver. “Damn right….and just think of all the different positions I’m going to contort you body into…oh look at that…looks like it’s time for round two.”

Chloe moaned as she felt his fingers graze against her right as the baby monitor next to them sounded, a loud wail falling from it as the four month old broke the silence in the room. Oliver paused before popping his head out from under the covers.

Chloe bit her bottom lip and he sighed pouting slightly and moving to get up, but she pressed a hand against his chest causing him to look at her. She smiled slightly. “You went last time…I got this.” She cupped his cheek, pressing a kiss against his lips before moving out of the bed, grabbing her nightgown from the ground, and pulling it over her head.

She glanced over her shoulder and gave him a quick glance, voice amused. “Don’t head to be just yet Romeo…I might have another round in me yet…”

She winked before making her way out of the room and into the hallway towards Maura’s room. Oliver watched her go and his chest warmed. He’d had his doubts at first…but this thing between him and Chloe…it was going to work. He could feel it. She was it for him. This life, Oliver wouldn’t find anything better than it…and he wouldn’t want to.

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Long Over Due

2011-09-19T20:41:00.001-04:00

Banner By: energis121bgd

Title: Long Over Due
Rating: PG-13
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Oliver/Chloe
Word Count: 2450
Universe: This is a one-shot based in the 'People Make Mistakes Universe'
Photo Prompt: Based on we_are_parallel’s Fit Pregnancy manips

Chloe shifted on the couch eyeing the magazine in front of her. Lois had dropped it off earlier that morning and she hadn’t had a chance to look at it just yet. The problem was it was all the way on the other end of the glass coffee table in front of her. She pursed her lips; Chloe was nothing if not determined. She tried to lean forward and winced so she relaxed her back against the soft pillow of the couch. Her brows furrow as she glanced down at herself with a frown.

She was four days past her due date and she was huge. Her legs were resting on two pillows that were placed on top of the coffee table and if they weren’t elevated she was pretty sure she wouldn’t even be able to see them over the size of her stomach. Nathan and Mia were at school and Oliver was working. She was uncomfortable, hot, tired and all she wanted to do was read the damn article that had been printed about her in the FitPregnancy magazine.

Chloe knew all she had to do was yell for Clark and he’d be there in seconds, but she didn’t want him zipping into her and Oliver’s apartment just so she could read a magazine, it was ridiculous. She should be able to get it herself. She shifted yet again struggling to maneuver her body enough so she could reach for the magazine, but nothing worked.

She let out a frustrated grunt before tears pooled in her eyes, hands going to her face as she let out a loud sob, tears streaming down her face. She was so busy crying that she didn’t hear the sound of the elevator chime.

The doors slid open and Oliver made his way into the apartment, grin on his face as he loosened his tie, plastic bag in hand. He had gone into the office extra early that morning so he could get most of his meetings done by lunch time and come home to Chloe. He picked up her favorite meal from the Thai place around the corner and was just about to move to the kitchen to and grab plates when he heard the sound of crying.

Fear gripped him as his hand tightened on the bag and he ran towards the living room. The sight that greeted him broke his heart. His wife was sitting on the couch legs propped up on the coffee table, shoulders heaving as she cried hysterically. Oliver’s chest tightened and he dropped the food on the table as he walked over and sat down next to her. He reached out hesitantly and rubbed her arm gently trying not to startle her. “Hey…Sidekick what’s wrong? Are you okay? Is it the baby?” He asked quietly.

Chloe glanced up at the sound of his voice, face red and slightly blocky, confusion in her expression as she spoke through her tears. “Ollie?” She asked uncertainty in her voice, confused as to why he was home in the middle of the day. He nodded cupping her cheek and brushing his thumb against the skin there.

“It’s me,” he confirmed, “What’s wrong?” He asked her softly his heart clenching at the tears streaming down her cheeks. He reached up wiping them as she started to calm down while he waited for an answer.

She sniffled slightly before shaking her head. “I’m fine…it’s stupid. What are you do home?” She asked while wiping her other eye.

Oliver arched an eyebrow his brows drawing together. “I came home to bring you lunch, and Chloe anything that is making my wife sit here and cry is a very big deal…Talk to me Sidekick.” He said softly and she made a noise low in her throat before biting her lower lip and glancing at him.

She let out a shaky breath and motioned to the magazine on the table. “Lois dropped off the magazine; you know the one that interviewed me? She stopped by this morning to check on me after Mia and Nathan left for school and I want to read it, but…I can’t reach it,” She said before breaking down in tears again.

Oliver opened and closed him mouth as he glanced between his wife and the magazine on the table. He knew Chloe had been emotional lately, but he hadn’t realized she was this emotional. He was pretty sure if she didn’t have this baby soon her mood swings were going to send him to an early grave.

He shook himself out of his thoughts and his face softened as he shifted reaching forward and lifting the magazine from the table. He turned back towards his wife with a small smile on his face as he dropped a hand behind her and rubbed her back soothingly while holding it out to her. “Better?” He asked her softly.

Chloe wiped her eyes and took a few deep breaths as she tilted her head and gave him a tired smile. “I’m sorry…I just hate not being able to do things myself. I’m disgusting and this damn kid should have come out days ago,” She said while glaring down at her stomach and rubbing a hand over it lightly.

Oliver bit his cheek to keep from laughing. Now was definitely not the best time to do that, at least not if he valued his life. He tilted his head and placed a kiss against the side of her head. “Sidekick, you’re far from disgusting, I think you’re gorgeous and it’s okay if for once you can’t do everything on your own. I don’t mind helping and soon you’ll have the baby and then you’ll go back to barely needing me.” He joked as he pulled her against his body.

Chloe pouted, but rested her head against his shoulder and sighed. “That’s not the point,” She ‘hmphed’ and Oliver sighed as he waved the magazine slightly. “Still want to read it? Hmm or maybe I can read it to you?” he asked and she tilted her head up and gave him a small grin. Oliver chuckled. “Reading it to you it is…Let’s see.” He let his voice trail off as he opened the magazine to the three page, front and back, spread they’d given to his wife.

This soon to be Mom’s life is everything she ever wanted, and it still amazes her.

We caught up with Chloe Queen not long ago and the soon to be Mother of the first of what we’re sure are going to be a large brood of Queen progeny’s, hand a ton of gossip to tell us about her pregnancy, husband, and what she most looking forward to as a new Mom. Check out our photo spread and read the article to hear in her own words how she’s feeling as she nears the finish line of her pregnancy.

Fit Pregnancy: So, how are you feeling?

Chloe Queen: You know, I’m actually feeling really great. I think I’m enjoying pregnancy a lot more than I expected to. I mean you hear all these horror stories from different woman about being sick all the time and feeling disconnected from friends and family and feeling unattractive, just so many different things you know? (laughs) So I guess I was expecting it to be a lot worse. The beginning of the pregnancy was a little rough on me, the morning sickness was definitely a killer, but it eased up in the second trimester, which was nice. These days I do find myself having to take naps every once in a while. It’s a weird concept for someone like me who’s always on the move; to be like Ollie…can we not go out to lunch I need a nap. I think the first time I said that, he was almost giddy. He’s so used to having to force me to take it easy and slow down that pregnancy has been a welcome help to him.

FP: Do you like being pregnant?

CQ: You know, that really depends on the day you ask me. (She chuckles lightly) Today? Yes I like being pregnant, but as with everything else pregnancy has its good days and its bad days. Some days there’s so many ache and pains you just sort of want it to be over with so you can get to the good part you know?

FP: What was it like when you first found out you were pregnant?

CQ: (She arches her eyebrow and smirks) That’s actually a funny story. I think the first fifteen minutes after I found out I was sort of in a state of shock before it finally sunk in and I was excited. Typically this is probably news you share with your significant other in person, but I was so excited that I couldn’t wait for Ollie to get home. So I called his office and apparently he had just been finishing up a meeting and answered the call on speaker, which in my defense he doesn’t usually do…and I might have announced my pregnancy to him and a room full of board members, it was not my brightest moment. (laughs) But they all found it quite amusing and they kept our secret until we were ready to go public with it, so that was nice of them.

FP: What has changed the most for you since you got pregnant?

CQ: Definitely the amount of time I spend working. I’ve always been very involved with my job and I still am but the hours I can work before I get tired or worn out are substantially less than they were before. My husband is thrilled. He says I work too hard, I tell him he’s biased…it’s a vicious circle. But that’s definitely his favorite part of the pregnancy the fact that he finally has an excuse to make me take it easy. Plus it’s given me more time to spend with Nathan and Mia, which is always nice, they’re excited about the baby.

FP: Have you had any cravings and what’s the hardest thing you’ve had to give up?

CQ: Oh my god Coffee! I miss the smell and taste of it so much. I still remember the first few weeks without it. I was a horrible person, poor Oliver. He really is the most amazing husband, I have no clue how he dealt with the mood swings. They’ve gotten better, but I can’t wait until after the baby is born and I can have my morning cup of coffee again. Most woman say they miss drinking, having some wine here and there. I’m not a very big drinker but coffee…god I’m impossible with it. So it’s been hard. As far as cravings go, I’ve had a bunch; mostly really strange ones involving exotic fruit and chocolate though I’ve been eating a lot of pickles too. I’m not sure what that’s all about. (She laughs.)

FP: Speaking of Oliver, how is your husband handling the pregnancy?

CQ: (Her face softens and she smiles.) He’s dealing with it remarkably well. I don’t think you’ll find a man more excited at the prospect of changing diapers than Oliver, it’s sort of strange in an absolutely adorable way. But he’s very take charge about being prepared and ready and he and Nathan have been working on the baby’s nursery while Mia and I have been picking out furniture and paints. Oliver’s been supportive from the beginning and is completely responsive to all my needs. (She pauses her eyes tearing up slightly) He’s really fantastic. I swear, he’d carry the baby himself if he could, he’s that excited.

Oliver paused in his reading and made a face as he turned to his wife. “You told them I’d carry the baby if I could?” He pouted and Chloe rolled her eyes while shrugging as she played with the hair at the back of his neck.

“Well that’s what you’re always telling me when I’m complaining and whining about how everything hurts.” She told him nonchalantly.

He pointed at the magazine. “Yeah, it’s what I say to you, my wife, in the privacy of our own home…I don’t want other people knowing I say that,” He scrunched his nose as an undignified noise left her throat and she pushed away from him.

“Oh I see how it is, so basically you just say those things to me to get me to shut up and you don’t want anyone else to know, got it. You can go away now.” She said while folding her arms over her chest.

He sighed and dropped his head. “Chloe,” He said his tone slightly exasperated. “That’s not what I said, please don’t put words into my mouth, you know how much I love you and how I’d do anything to make you more comfortable if I could.” He told her softly. Her hormones were getting worse with each day that went by and she was incredibly temperamental. It was getting to the point where he had to watch what he said very closely or he’d either make her cry or get angry, both of which he didn’t like directed at him.

Chloe snorted and waved him off. “Again you’re just saying that because you have to. Because I’m your wife and you want me to shut up and stop being so--” Her voice abruptly cut off and Oliver arched an eyebrow at her when he saw shock cross her face.

“So what? And what’s wrong?” He asked a hint of confusion mixed with worry on his face as her hand reach out and gripped his arm tightly, her eyes getting even wider as a smile pulled at her lips.

“Ollie…I think my water just broke,” She whispered. Sure he enough when he glanced down he could see the proof of her words. He hopped up off the couch and helped her to stand as he spoke quickly. “We have to get you to the hospital and call Lois and tell her to wait for Nathan and Mia…and we need the bag and the keys and,” Chloe pressed her fingers against his lips shushing him as she met his eyes.

“Everything going to be fine Ollie…calm down.” She said before her grin widened. “We’re gonna have a baby,” She said softly and he couldn’t help returning her smile as he leaned down pressing a kiss against her lips.

“I know,” he brushed her hair behind her ears, “I love you so much.”

Her face softened as she cupped his cheek. “I love you too…Now let’s go have us a baby.” She said and Oliver chuckled lightly. “You got it Sidekick.”

Right Where I Belong

2011-09-18T12:28:00.000-04:00

Artwork: Andi

Title: Right Where I Belong
Rating: PG
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Tower Prep
Pairing: Ian/CJ
Word Count: 1337
Prompt: "Stockings.” from Dandiandi22

It was Christmas Eve and the school approved festivities had ended two hours ago. Classes had been suspended that day and Tower Prep students were given the rest of the weekend to themselves to participate in school sanctioned activities and spend time with other students.

Ian moved through the familiar path of tunnels, turning left and winding right as he made his way to the end of the hall before climbing up the ladder to the girl’s floor. It had been a couple of weeks since their botched attempt at escaping and the gnome attack in The Broken’s lair and Ian had spent weeks trying to come up with something that would fix things between him and CJ

Sure he’d told her they were okay, but he still felt bad about the way he had treated her. The strain in there ‘sort-of-relationship’ was causing tension between their small group of friends and Ian knew he was to blame.

So after coming up with an idea to make things right, he’d enlisted Gabe and Suki’s help to get everything together, now all that was left was to get CJ back to the Observatory for the surprise. He made his way down the familiar route and when he got to the section of wall that led to her room he knocked lightly, almost hesitantly.

Ian knew she’d been hanging out with Cal since he came back, and he wasn’t sure if she was alone now or not. When he heard a small scuffling sound before the piece of wall was removed, light from her room falling into the tunnel as she glanced down.

He gave her a small smile and waved, voice soft, “Hey.” She returned the smile hesitantly before speaking. “Hey Ian…” He cleared his throat before glancing behind him and then back at her. “Are you busy?”

She shrugged and stepped aside to give him room to come in, “Not really…do you want to come in?” He grinned, eyes lighting up briefly. “Actually I was hoping maybe you’d come with me to the Observatory…I have something I want to show you.”

She gave him a questioning look, but held up her finger signaling him to wait a second while she grabbed her sweater and made her way through the wall. He held out a hand to help her out and she only paused a second before taking it. He pushed the cover back into place before pulling her gently to his side.

CJ swallowed hard when he didn’t release her hand as he guided her down the darkened tunnel even though she knew the way by heart. The past few weeks things had been somewhat strained between them and she felt horrible for her part in it.

She knew how Ian felt about Cal, but he was the first person to really take the time to get to know her when she was brought to Tower Prep. He showed her the ropes and made sure that she fit in. After everything he’d done in his power to make sure she felt like she wasn’t alone, she just didn’t have the heart to turn him away now.

She wished there was a way she could explain that to Ian without him getting upset. She cared about Cal, but not the same way she cared about Ian. The first day she’s seen him…it was as if something had awakened inside of her.

The sound of his voice startled her from her thoughts and she turned her head in his direction, eyebrow raised. “I’m sorry…what?” Ian gave her a warm smile and chuckled lightly. “Where’d you go? For a minute there it looked like you were a million miles away.”

She laughed lightly and he watched her eyes brighten. He swallowed heavily and hoped his hands weren’t as sweaty as he thought they were. There weren’t many things that made him nervous, but CJ…well there was just something about her.

“I was just thinking about the past few weeks…Ian…I really am sorry about what happened.” Her voice trailed off and he stopped causing CJ to practically bump into him, but he turned and caught her arms before she could.

He frowned at her and shook his head, “No…I’m sorry. I know Cal isn’t my favorite person and I don’t trust him, but…I shouldn’t have gotten so upset. You’ve known him longer than you’ve known me…and even if I don’t trust him…I should have trusted you.”

CJ gave him a bright smile nudging him with her shoulder lightly as they starting walking again. “Well, you’re forgiven…so why exactly are we going to the Observatory?” Ian smirked as they turned left and climbed another section of stairs.

“Well I know you’ve been upset lately about not being able to remember your life outside of Tower Prep…and I know you were worried about not having anywhere to go…no place to really call home.” He paused briefly and when he saw her face fall slightly he moved quickly in front of her walking backwards as he spoke not giving her a chance to dwell on the sadness he saw in her eyes.

“So, the guys and I decided to prove you wrong.” CJ’s brows furrowed as they made their way to the last set of steps leading to their secret room. She could hear the distance sound of music as Ian made his way up the first four steps before turning and holding out his hand to her.

She smiled and took it letting him pull her up the stairs and into the room. When they pushed the door open and made their way inside CJ gasped softly, eyes widening as she looked around the room. There were lights, garland and tinsel decorating every inch of the room.

Christmas carols wafted softly throughout the room and there was a small plastic tree on the table with a few small packages under it. But that wasn’t even the best part. Hanging from the open railing were stockings decorated with each of their names all lined in a row.

Tears glistened in her eyes as she looked over at Ian, half a smile gracing his lips. “We know the school celebration is over, but it’s still Christmas Eve and we thought it would be nice if we did something together…like a family.”

Gabe and Suki grinned as they leaned against the table happy to see their friends getting along again. CJ reached up and pulled Ian into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her and held on tight. “Thanks you.” the words were whispered to him and he responded in kind with a whispered ‘you’re welcome.’

When they didn’t pull away right away Gabe rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. “Okay guys…less hugging more eating. We’ve got candy canes…chocolate…cupcakes…I also managed to steal a slice of pie…”

Ian and CJ broke apart and they chuckled. She moved over to Suki pulling the other girl into a hug. “I was wondering where you were when you didn’t come back to the room.” Suki smiled at her friend and shrugged, “We thought it would be a nice surprise…and look we’ve got presents!”

The girls giggled and Ian smiled as he watched them move toward the small Christmas tree while talking a mile a minute. Gabe slid up next to him, eyes on the girls as well, voice low. “This was a nice thing you did for her Ian…”

He glanced at Gabe and patted his friends shoulder. “It was a nice thing we did. Besides…we’re a team…the closest thing to family we have at the moment. We’ve gotta look out for each other…right?” Gabe grinned. “Right you are Ian my man…right you are.”

CJ caught Ian’s eyes from across the room and warmth filled her face. Should could read the affection on his face as he gazed at her and she blushed lightly. For the past few weeks she had been lost…wondering where she fit in and now she knew. She was right where she belonged.

A Christmas Miracle

2011-09-18T12:11:00.000-04:00

Banner By: Andi

Title: A Christmas Miracle
Rating: PG-13
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Lost Girl
Pairing: Dyson/Bo Kenzi, Hal
Word Count: 1000
Prompt: ‘Eggnog’ from dandiandi22

Kenzi leaned over the counter, hand pressing against the top of the blender as she pushed the grind button, the sound of ice being crushed temporarily drowning out the Christmas music that she and Bo had been playing since seven in the morning.

Surprisingly despite her lack of being a morning person she’d woken up at six fifteen and managed to control herself from waking Bo for all of but fifteen minutes. She’d pounced on the bed at exactly six thirty, ignoring the fact that she had a very naked Dyson in her bed.

Bo had been slightly startled, but chuckled. Kenzi couldn’t remember the last time she had a place to call home during the holidays let alone people to spend it with and she’d been excited. Bo had apparently understood that and hadn’t been mad at her for her lack of knocking or rhythmic jumping on the bed.

Dyson on the other hand had grumbled something along the lines of ‘stop bouncing the bed Kenzi or I’ll bite you.’ which led to Bo slapping him lightly before grabbing her robe and getting up. They’d gone downstairs to open gifts and she and Bo attempted to make chocolate chip pancakes while dancing to Christmas music in the kitchen.

Kenzi didn’t think she’d ever had that much fun on Christmas…and that was saying something. Trick stopped by around noon, bringing gifts, but didn’t stay long. Then about two hours ago Hale made his way over. They’d just finished dinner and she was currently mixing up her special eggnog recipe.

She pulled her finger from the button before removing the pitcher and shaking it slightly to test the consistency of the eggnog. She grinned at it before looking up. “Kenzi’s eggnog delight is ready bitches!” Hale chuckled and shook his head before turning towards Bo and Dyson who were currently making out under a sprig of mistletoe.

He winced before looking back at Kenzi and pointing in their direction. “Do those two do anything else?” Kenzi watched them a thoughtful look gracing her features. “Hmm they go at it like rabbits…which seriously I so need to get a better pair of headphones for…but yeah it’s pretty much a lot a that.”

She pulled out four glasses and filled all four up as much as she could before holding a glass out to Hale. He took it nodding his head in thanks as she grabbed the other three glasses and they made their way towards the living room.

Kenzi whistled to grab Bo and Dyson’s attention. They pulled apart and she motioned to the drinks. “Kenzi is not codename for bitch slave and so there’s no way I’m gonna be servin’ your asses all night long…” Hale smiled and took a seat on the couch as her voice trailed off.

Bo smirked, she knew despite the teenagers words she was having a good time and the truth was so was she. In all the years since she left her adoptive parent’s home she’d never had a proper Christmas and sure this one wasn’t perfect.

They’d finished up a case Christmas Eve that just about almost killed her, but they’d all come out of it alive and that's what mattered. After she healed she, Kenzi and Dyson had wrapped a few gifts together and even managed to watch a movie before she’d passed out and Dyson had carried her to her room.

Bo knew they technically weren’t all family, but Kenzi was the closest thing she had to blood and Dyson…well she never knew she could love someone as much as she did him and it was terrifying, but also comforting knowing she had him to turn to if she needed someone.

Dyson’s hand rubbing circles on her lower back pulled her from her thoughts and she rolled her eyes at Kenzi. “Please…what do you think we have those two for? We totally cooked dinner and dessert…we’re hosting…so they can wait on us now.”

She pulled the younger girl with her to the couch and they plopped down on it together sitting side by side. Bo gave Dyson a warm smile, “What do you say about a Christmas movie?” He returned her smile, “I say I think it’s a great idea…”

He turned his eyes on his friend and motioned towards the TV. “You staying for some Christmas movies?” Hale held up his drink and spoke as he winked at Kenzi. “As long as little mama keeps the drinks comin’.” Dyson chuckled and Kenzi glared. “Don’t call me little mama…”

He nodded, “Right right…I gotchu…” She rolled her eyes as Dyson flipped through the channels before settling in a Christmas movie and walking towards the couch. He took the seat on the other side of Bo and tossed an arm around her.

She leaned into his side as Kenzi took one of the small pillows putting it on Bo’s lap and laying her head on it to watch the movie. Hale glanced over at the three of them and he gave them half a smile. He looked around the room taking in the crooked decorations, the smell of homemade cookies, and the soft sound of Christmas music still going on in the background.

The tree was just as crooked in the corner as everything else, but somehow it fit, just like they all sort of fit together. A bunch of misfits…an unlikely family. It looked like his best friend had found a family to call his very own.

And Hale prayed everything worked out because Dyson wasn’t one to give his heart easily, but when he did…he was all in. If looks were anything to go by, then by the way Dyson glanced down at the two women who were cuddled up alongside him…it was clear his friend was already a lost cause.

But Hal wasn’t about to say anything because after centuries of looking…Dyson had finally found his Christmas miracle and who was Hale to mess with fate?

Family Traditions

2011-09-18T11:28:00.000-04:00

Title: Family Traditions
Rating: PG-13
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Angel the Series
Pairing: Angel/Cordy
Word Count: 940
Prompt: "Peppermint.” from svgurl

It was Christmas Eve and the Hyperion Hotel was quiet expect for the soft sounds of Christmas music wafting from the speakers that Cordelia had demanded they fix. Fred was spending the night at Gunn’s and Wesley had gone home hours ago.

Angel had spent the last few hours wrapping gifts with Cordelia while Connor played between them. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep beside Cordelia and his son. Now there he was not even two hours later awake and slightly confused.

He had been pulled from sleep by a familiar smell and when he’d glanced around he couldn’t find Cordelia anywhere. So he got up, put Connor carefully in his crib and went in search of his seer wondering if she’d woken up and made her way home not wanting to wake him.

Angel glanced at the clock as he made his way down the spiral staircase. It was a little before midnight and when he reached the bottom of the stairs he glanced towards the corner where the large tree stood, decked out in all kinds of decorations, lighting up the lobby with warmth.

He smiled as he took in the tree before taking a deep breath the smell once again invading his nostrils. Angel shifted turning his body towards the kitchen and heading in that direction. As he got closer he paused right in the doorway, eyes sliding shut as he took another whiff of the scent permeating the air and he was suddenly surrounded by memories of his past.

Not the usual ones that made him cringe, but ones from his childhood. The smell was Agonis flexuosa or better known today as Peppermint. When he was younger his Mother used to grow it in her garden and use it to make oils and lotions for people in their town.

He remembered how her hands used to smell of it when she came to tuck him in at night. He’d always associated the smell with family and comfort. The thought made warmth settle in his chest as he pushed his feet forward moving into the spacious kitchen.

He caught sight of Cordelia in front of the stainless steel counter as she plucked leaves from the medium sized plant in front of her. Angel came up behind her, voice soft as he spoke. “What are you doing?” She jumped, her hand flying to her heart as she spun around to face him.

She sucked in a deep breath and glared lightly at him. “That’s it…I’m buying you a bell and this time I’m not even kidding. You do realize that some of us can actually have heart attacks right?” He grinned, “Cordy…what are you doing? I woke up and you were gone…Connor missed you.”

He saw her lip turn up at the corner eyes gleaming as she went back to plucking off leaves. “Mmm Connor missed me did he? Well I just came down to make a cup of tea.” Angel frowned as he moved around her and towards the cabinet.

He pulled out several boxes of herbal tea and held them up to her. “You realize I bought these for you right?” Cordelia smiled as she gathered the leaves and put them into a diffuser before placing the small ball into her mug. “I know…I just…I wanted some peppermint tea…and when we were out earlier I saw the plant…”

She paused before glancing away from him and down at the mug. She spoke in a quiet voice avoiding his eyes. “When I was younger and my parents went away for the holidays, our housekeeper Rosa would stay with me until I was about thirteen and I started to go with my parents. But whenever I stayed with her…she’d always make fresh peppermint tea on Christmas Eve.”

Angel watched as she glanced up a flush of embarrassment on her face as she shrugged. “I don’t know…I guess it just reminds me of when I was younger…before everything got all crazy. It was our tradition. You know?” He gave her a warm smile.

“Actually…I really do. How about we make two cups…and then go back upstairs and watch that Christmas movie you wanted to watch earlier…we can start our own Christmas tradition…one that we can let Connor in on when he’s old enough.” She bit her lower lip as she studied him before her eyes softened and a grin broke out on her face.

“Okay…that’ll be nice…to have our own tradition. Like a real…” her voice trailed off as she sucked in a deep breath and caught his eyes. He swallowed hard before speaking. “Like a real family…yeah it would be nice.” She smiled and when the kettle whistled signaling it was done she moved to his side and turned it off before leaning up and pulling him into a hug.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly and placed a kiss on the top of her head. When she spoke her voice was barely a whisper, but he heard her clearly. “Thank you.” He pulled back from her and brushed a strand of hair behind her ears as he shook his head.

“No, thank you.” She gave him her 1000 watt smile before moving to poor them both a cup of tea. He watched her movements and let out a content sigh. This was the first Christmas in over a century that Angel was looking forward to and he owed it all to the woman in front of him.

The clock in the other room chimed as Cordelia handed him his cup with a smile. “Merry Christmas Angel.” He smiled down on her “Merry Christmas Cordy.”

Random Conversations: Caught In The Act (6/6)

2011-09-11T13:52:00.000-04:00

Conversation Five

Conversation Six
‘Random Conversations with Emil’

Oliver followed Chloe around his apartment as she collected the papers that were strewn around the apartment from the mission she had just walked the rest of the team through. Her computer was set up on the corner of his desk, folder and files everywhere.

He hadn’t seen her in several days and all he wanted to do was spend a little quality time with her. “Chloe, can you please just slow down for a second?” He gripped her shoulders turning her around and meeting her eyes. “When is the last time you took a break?”

She let out a puff of air and frowned. “Oliver it’s been crazy, between Lois’s memory issues, Clark and his Kandorian issues, and the team I’ve been swamped. Tell me, exactly when is there a time for a break?” He pursed his lips and arched an eyebrow.

“Right now…the mission is over…and both Clark and Lois can do one night without you. You’re going to spend the night here and I think we should get away for a little bit…maybe a little weekend getaway?” His voice was hopeful and she made a face.

“That’s really not necessary.” She shifted away from him and he pouted like a petulant child. “It’s necessary for me. I want a whole weekend with you uninterrupted. No Clark, no Lois, no team or Kandorians or Watchtower…just sex all day long…we never even have to get out of bed. Come on Chloe…we could both use a break…”

She paused in her movements and turned facing him, bottom lip snagged between her teeth as she thought about his words. She spoke hesitantly. “I can pick the place?”

He grinned as he walked forward wrapping his arms around her as he nodded. “Anywhere you want Sidekick…”

She nodded as she relaxed into his arms. “Okay…I’ll look into it and pick a place…we’ll work it out.” He placed a quick kiss on her lips as he ran his hands up and down her back. “Thank you…now enough with the work already…I’m sure we could find a better way to spend our time.”

She smirked as he leaned in capturing her lips with his as she cupped his cheeks while deepening the kiss. He spoke between kisses as, hands traveling down her curves slowly. “Where to Sidekick, your choice tonight…”

She moaned as his lips closed over her pulse point, her head tilting to the side as her eyes glossed over the apartment stopping on the kitchen. She grinned hands sliding down his shirt to his pants and she pushed him back slightly and nodded in the direction behind him.

“Kitchen.” He smirked and lifted her up, hands gripping her ass tightly as she automatically wrapped her legs around him. He carried her to the kitchen as she peppered his face with soft, slow kisses, voice barely a whisper as she spoke. “God you make me so hot Ollie…”

He placed her down on the kitchen counter a hint of surprise crossing his face at her words. Chloe wasn’t usually the one to talk dirty while they were together, it usually only happened when she was in the throes of passion telling him to pick up his pace or slam into her harder.

He brushed a thumb over her cheek a grinned as he spoke. “Yeah?” She nodded as she arched her body forward and sucked his lower lip into her mouth before trailing her lips over to his ear and speaking against it, breath hot, sending a shiver down his spine.

“You have no idea how wet you make me Ollie…all the time…just thinking about you…” Her voice trailed off and he swallowed hard, his pants tightening at her words as he gripped her face between his hands and spoke just as low.

“You don’t know how glad I am to hear you say that…it would sort of suck if I spent most of my spare time fantasizing about new ways to make you come and you didn’t at least spare me one thought throughout the day.”

She grinned and let out a moan at his words as he slid a hand up her thigh. She spread her legs for him immediately and seconds later his fingers were trailing over her panties, before slipping beneath them and sliding into her slick folds. “Hmm you weren't lying were you…”

“Oh god…no…more…” He started moving his fingers slowly, in and out, up and down until he had her on the counter panting lifting her hips to meet his hand. He arched an eyebrow and spoke in a smooth voice.

“You know…I bet this would feel even better if someone were paying attention to those breasts I love so much…why don’t you help me out with that…” He let his voice trail off as one hand clenched on her thigh the other still stroking her, thumb joining his other fingers as it pressed against her clit.

Chloe bit her lip heisting before slowly lifting her hand to her shirt and brushing it against her breast. Oliver moaned at the sight of her touching herself and he spoke, voice husky as he guided her movements with his words. His eyes never left her chest as his fingers picked up there pace inside her.

“Unbutton your shirt Chloe…” She did as he asked slowly, pausing every once in a while to move her hips up in time with his hands attempting to increase the pressure between her legs. When her shirt was hanging open he nodded towards her bra.

“Don’t stop….cup your breasts…show me what you like….” Her heartbeat slammed in her chest as she met his darkened eyes, pools of creamy chocolate staring at her, taking her in. Anticipation filled her at the thought of touching herself in front of him.

She’d barely masturbated on her own let alone for other people, but she wanted to see that gleam in his eye and as the muscles in her lower abdomen coiled she reached her hand up and fondled her breasts, both hands gripping them and manipulating the flesh there.

She let her thumbs brush against her nipples like Oliver usually did before pinching them lightly, the sharp hint of pain mixed with pleasure building her orgasm, making her moan even louder as her hips moved meeting his fingers that were drenched with her juices.

The sight she painted had Oliver rock hard and he slipped the hand holding her thigh down to his pants unbuckling the belt and pulling the zipper down quickly before letting his pants fall just enough for him to reach in and curl his hand around his hardened shaft, stroking lightly.

“God Chloe…you’re beautiful…so sexy…” He picked up the pace of his finger on her clit rubbing hard as he added a third finger making her movements even more erratic. He could see her pinching her nipples harder as she gripped his arm with the other hand, mumbling words that he couldn’t make as they fell from her throat.

“Come on Chloe…come for me…” He took that moment to pinch her clit and she exploded around his fingers crying out as she squeezed her own breast while the other hand clenched around his arm. He stroked himself two more times before moving his hand and once again gripping her hips.

He gave her clit a few more strokes before pulling his fingers from her body. Chloe’s eyes opened as she sucked in air to catch her breath. He held his glistening fingers between them, eyes catching hers as he slid one finger into his mouth and groaned.

“You taste so good…” She watched his tongue, another wave of arousal shooting through her as he took his other fingers coating her lips with her own moister before leaning in and kissing her. She moaned into his mouth and when he pulled back he stepped away from her gripping her hips and pulling her off the counter.

He placed her on wobbly legs and she frowned in confusion. “What are you doing?” He turned her around slowly placing her hands on the table in front of him as he spread her legs her back flush against his front as he positioned himself at her entrance from behind lifting her just slightly.

“I want you like this.” His arm came up wrapping around her, his hand gripping her breast as he pushed into her body slowly making her head drop back against him as he started thrusting inside her in slow hard movements. Oliver was taking his time, drawing it out. He wanted this to last.

Unfortunately the elevator sounded at the moment and they froze as the doors slid open and shoes hit the floor. “Oliver are you here?” He swore. He had completely forgotten he’d told Emil to come over tonight to grab the files on the guys. He helped Chloe button up her top as he pulled her hands off the island and had her stand up straight.

Emil was just coming around the corner when Oliver whispered for her not to move. He was still deep inside of her, but the island was blocking their bottom half’s from view and as long as Emil didn’t come around the table Oliver was sure he could slip out without the older man being any wiser.

Emil paused when he saw Chloe and Oliver in the kitchen and smiled taking a step forward. “Hey Oliver…I didn’t realize Chloe would be here, how are you?” She nodded lips pursed. “Good…you?” He nodded and gave her a small smile. “Can’t complain…what are you two doing in here?”

Oliver swallowed hard and shrugged we were just grabbing some drinks…uh the folders are on my desk.” He pointed in the other direction and when Emil turned to look at Oliver's desk he shifted pulling out of Chloe quickly and shoving himself into his pants as she pushed down her skirt.

Emil turned back at the scuffle he heard and arched an eyebrow at the two blondes in front of him. Something seemed off. He glanced between them noting their disheveled appearance and he pursed his lips a hint of humor invading his face as Oliver spoke.

“Do you need help finding them? I can show you…” He moved from around the island and walked with Emil into the hallway and towards his main room where the desk was. He lifted the files and handed them to the older man as Chloe made her way inside the room leaning against the doorframe.

Oliver’s body was tense and he had his shirt pulled out over his pants, but a portion on the left side was up showing his pants were clearly undone. After making that observation Emil nodded and took the folders. “Thanks Oliver…well I’ll let you get back to what you were doing it’s late and I have other things to do this evening as I’m sure you do as well.”

The tall blonde nodded as he walked Emil to the elevator. “Have a good night.” Emil stepped inside and he caught Oliver’s eyes one last time amusement on his face as he spoke. “Oh and Oliver…the next time you’re trying to be discrete…you might want to actually focus on buttoning up your pants properly…just a thought.”

The doors slid shut and Chloe’s face went red as Oliver groaned. He turned his head in her direction and sighed. “We really need that vacation…”