The attraction of a hazelnut
Title: The attraction of a hazelnut
Fandom: Smallville
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Chloe/Oliver
Rating: T/15
Spoilers: Up to Escape
Author Note: All comments and reviews are appreciated, it's my first ever fanfiction, so please be gentle. I do not own Smallville nor Nutella.
Summary:
Over three years, she kept her guilty little secret hidden from everyone and had a plan. Until he had to go and ruin everything.
And to think it all started so innocently.
It started with a jar of hazelnut cream. It was not even a jar, it was one of those little packages that they kept at hotels and bed and breakfasts to avoid double dipping and over sharing between guests. She would not have discovered it, ifit wasn't for Lois, who at that time was dating Oliver, who kept a package in her purse, because it “reminded her of Ollie’s eyes”. At that time Chloe could only roll her eyes at the antics of her cousin. For a year that package lay forgotten in Lois’ purse until she discovered it, now broken hearted after discovering Oliver’s true identity, and threw it at Chloe begging her to get rid of it. Yes Lois was definitely to blame.
While everyone knew that coffee was her drug of choice, none of her friends, not even Clark or Lois, were aware about her new addiction. After the first taste she was hooked and quickly figured out that it was better than coffee. Or sex. Well maybe not sex (if the hazelnut paste could be involved. somehow.). Her deep dark brown secret of craving the irresponsible sweetness crept up to her every evening. Not even coffee would keep her awake at a certain point and when Chloe Sullivan was desperate to finish an assignment, she took desperate measures and thus started slowly enjoying and craving spoonful portions of the dark hazelnut paste.
Desperate measures quickly became an every night indulgence when she took her weapon of choice, a silver spoon, to the only thing that would clear her head at any given time. Oliver had no idea that the spoon he presented her with would become part of her nightly ritual once she had ended things with him.
If she were honest, while she had been annoyed at him when they were staying at the Inn and he was clearly trying to take their friends with benefits to a whole new level, she could not dismiss his gift as easily as she tried to. And to be honest, it was quite the perfect spoon to scoop the crème right from the glass into her mouth without making a mess. Since she could obviously not indulgein her routine while she was dating him, she was haunted by dreams of honoring his gift by using it in a way that would always remind her, as to why breaking up was the right thing to do.
You see, Chloe Sullivan knew from the start that Oliver was quite allergic to peanuts. And while she loved Oliver, she had resigned herself to the fact that she needed to choose between him and the food she craved in order to be happy one way or the other. Unfortunately for Oliver, she needed her daily fix.
That day, when all went wrong, she had just broken it off with him. Truth be told, it was not simply the food that was tearing them apart. He was a billionaire and hero by night, who used to be quite the playboy. Settling down with a girlfriend, that would gain a serious amount of weight due to her daily routine, would simply not do. No Oliver and her would never work out in the long run she had figured. Chloe and Nutella on the other hand, was a lifetime of love and happiness waiting to happen.
It all went well when it was time to separate. She broke it off with prepared reasoning, he would not have it, she cried and said she could not deal with someone allergic to her very favourite food, he relented, they promised to not let their feelings interfere with their work and he left to go chase some bimbos after she told him that she was done (or at least that's what she thought). She did tell him after all that she could not stay torn between her desires, as she had no space in her life for someone that was allergic to the one thing that could feed her basic needs and cravings every once in awhile.
Chloe Sullivan, finally a free woman and enabled to enjoy her forbidden treasure, sped back to her apartment, switched into her comfy sweatpants and an old Excelsior sweater she had nicked from Oliver a couple of months back. While she was happy to have her sweet evenings back, she had to admit, she would miss Oliver just as much. She went into the kitchen cabinet and behind multiple bags of coffee she finally came across her hidden treasure. She settled onto her couch opened the glass and scooped her first spoon of Nutella into her mouth.
Her taste buds went haywire when the dark crème hit her tongue and she could not hold back a moan. She vowed right then and there to never go that long without the crème anymore. “Definitely better than coffee.” But she realized that something was missing. Although the taste was sinful and delicious in ways that could not possibly be described, she would have loved to call Oliver and tell him about it. She was on her 4th spoon when she realized that while Nutella was her one and only food, Oliver was her one and only guy. On her 6th spoon, she was startled to discover that Nutella itself could not satisfy her every need and on her 7th she was crying at the thought that chocolate on Oliver tasted much better than any stupid Nutella on a giftshop spoon ever could.
She was on her 8th spoon and vastly devastated by her realizations when a knock on the door raised her from her thoughts. As she was not expecting anybody she contemplated pretending she wasn’t home and maybe going so far as hiding underneath the table to keep her red rimmed eyes and sniffling nose from the world.
“Chloe, I know you are there, open up!”
Damn. What was he doing here? They had just broken up a few hours ago.
“Please let me in, we need to talk.”
Then again he might not know she was here. If she was quiet he might leave again.
“I know you are in there, I saw the lights!”
Reluctantly she stood and walked towards the door and opened it. A smirk on his face he entered her apartment, his gaze immediately spotting the spoon and the jar of Nutella on top of the table. When he pulled her into a fierce hug and kissed her temple, she realized, just what she was missing. Hiccupping she hid her face in his chest and was soon wetting his shirt with her tears.
“Chloe, we are not done, we will never be done. I love you till death do us part despite our diverse culinary issues. If you want to go and hide away peanuts under the pillow, or nutella in the medicine cabinet I don’t care. As long as you are there with me and maybe have an EpiPen handy.”
And right then and there, Chloe Sullivan resolved, that maybe Oliver Queen was after all worth sacrificing Nutella for.
Fandom: Smallville
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Chloe/Oliver
Rating: T/15
Spoilers: Up to Escape
Author Note: All comments and reviews are appreciated, it's my first ever fanfiction, so please be gentle. I do not own Smallville nor Nutella.
Summary:
Over three years, she kept her guilty little secret hidden from everyone and had a plan. Until he had to go and ruin everything.
And to think it all started so innocently.
It started with a jar of hazelnut cream. It was not even a jar, it was one of those little packages that they kept at hotels and bed and breakfasts to avoid double dipping and over sharing between guests. She would not have discovered it, ifit wasn't for Lois, who at that time was dating Oliver, who kept a package in her purse, because it “reminded her of Ollie’s eyes”. At that time Chloe could only roll her eyes at the antics of her cousin. For a year that package lay forgotten in Lois’ purse until she discovered it, now broken hearted after discovering Oliver’s true identity, and threw it at Chloe begging her to get rid of it. Yes Lois was definitely to blame.
While everyone knew that coffee was her drug of choice, none of her friends, not even Clark or Lois, were aware about her new addiction. After the first taste she was hooked and quickly figured out that it was better than coffee. Or sex. Well maybe not sex (if the hazelnut paste could be involved. somehow.). Her deep dark brown secret of craving the irresponsible sweetness crept up to her every evening. Not even coffee would keep her awake at a certain point and when Chloe Sullivan was desperate to finish an assignment, she took desperate measures and thus started slowly enjoying and craving spoonful portions of the dark hazelnut paste.
Desperate measures quickly became an every night indulgence when she took her weapon of choice, a silver spoon, to the only thing that would clear her head at any given time. Oliver had no idea that the spoon he presented her with would become part of her nightly ritual once she had ended things with him.
If she were honest, while she had been annoyed at him when they were staying at the Inn and he was clearly trying to take their friends with benefits to a whole new level, she could not dismiss his gift as easily as she tried to. And to be honest, it was quite the perfect spoon to scoop the crème right from the glass into her mouth without making a mess. Since she could obviously not indulgein her routine while she was dating him, she was haunted by dreams of honoring his gift by using it in a way that would always remind her, as to why breaking up was the right thing to do.
You see, Chloe Sullivan knew from the start that Oliver was quite allergic to peanuts. And while she loved Oliver, she had resigned herself to the fact that she needed to choose between him and the food she craved in order to be happy one way or the other. Unfortunately for Oliver, she needed her daily fix.
That day, when all went wrong, she had just broken it off with him. Truth be told, it was not simply the food that was tearing them apart. He was a billionaire and hero by night, who used to be quite the playboy. Settling down with a girlfriend, that would gain a serious amount of weight due to her daily routine, would simply not do. No Oliver and her would never work out in the long run she had figured. Chloe and Nutella on the other hand, was a lifetime of love and happiness waiting to happen.
It all went well when it was time to separate. She broke it off with prepared reasoning, he would not have it, she cried and said she could not deal with someone allergic to her very favourite food, he relented, they promised to not let their feelings interfere with their work and he left to go chase some bimbos after she told him that she was done (or at least that's what she thought). She did tell him after all that she could not stay torn between her desires, as she had no space in her life for someone that was allergic to the one thing that could feed her basic needs and cravings every once in awhile.
Chloe Sullivan, finally a free woman and enabled to enjoy her forbidden treasure, sped back to her apartment, switched into her comfy sweatpants and an old Excelsior sweater she had nicked from Oliver a couple of months back. While she was happy to have her sweet evenings back, she had to admit, she would miss Oliver just as much. She went into the kitchen cabinet and behind multiple bags of coffee she finally came across her hidden treasure. She settled onto her couch opened the glass and scooped her first spoon of Nutella into her mouth.
Her taste buds went haywire when the dark crème hit her tongue and she could not hold back a moan. She vowed right then and there to never go that long without the crème anymore. “Definitely better than coffee.” But she realized that something was missing. Although the taste was sinful and delicious in ways that could not possibly be described, she would have loved to call Oliver and tell him about it. She was on her 4th spoon when she realized that while Nutella was her one and only food, Oliver was her one and only guy. On her 6th spoon, she was startled to discover that Nutella itself could not satisfy her every need and on her 7th she was crying at the thought that chocolate on Oliver tasted much better than any stupid Nutella on a giftshop spoon ever could.
She was on her 8th spoon and vastly devastated by her realizations when a knock on the door raised her from her thoughts. As she was not expecting anybody she contemplated pretending she wasn’t home and maybe going so far as hiding underneath the table to keep her red rimmed eyes and sniffling nose from the world.
“Chloe, I know you are there, open up!”
Damn. What was he doing here? They had just broken up a few hours ago.
“Please let me in, we need to talk.”
Then again he might not know she was here. If she was quiet he might leave again.
“I know you are in there, I saw the lights!”
Reluctantly she stood and walked towards the door and opened it. A smirk on his face he entered her apartment, his gaze immediately spotting the spoon and the jar of Nutella on top of the table. When he pulled her into a fierce hug and kissed her temple, she realized, just what she was missing. Hiccupping she hid her face in his chest and was soon wetting his shirt with her tears.
“Chloe, we are not done, we will never be done. I love you till death do us part despite our diverse culinary issues. If you want to go and hide away peanuts under the pillow, or nutella in the medicine cabinet I don’t care. As long as you are there with me and maybe have an EpiPen handy.”
And right then and there, Chloe Sullivan resolved, that maybe Oliver Queen was after all worth sacrificing Nutella for.