Chlollie Fanfic: Beauty in the Breakdown III - Reaching Out, Part I
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New update. NC-17, so if you are under 18 please go elsewhere now. Thank you.
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Title: Beauty in the Breakdown III - Reaching Out
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie, 5,900 words
Rating: NC-17. New Series.
Warnings: An expansion of Chlollie post-Warrior. Graphic Sex, Angst.
Timeline: Season 9
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Series Summary: With Oliver by her side, Chloe learns to let go, find peace, and fall in love.
Story Summary: Chloe and Oliver bond over some common ground
Feedback: …Yes, please - lots of it! J
Written for sxymami0909 , inspired by the songs on the awesome Chlollie playlist she sent me. J
Awesome banner by ellashy .
Part I - Letting Go
Part II - Taking Hold
Beauty in the Breakdown III
Reaching Out - Part 1
Help me find a reason
And I’ll help you find a way
To get rid of all your pain
Little by little,
Day by day
- Heaven (Little by Little), Theory of a Deadman
***
Chloe’s other senses awoke before her sense of sight did.
Warmth surrounded her, a living heat that seemed to warm her from the inside out. Strong arms tightened around her back and shoulders, and the light, fresh aromas of sandalwood and lime teased her nostrils. And a heartbeat, steady and strong, thumped solidly against hers.
Chloe blinked a few times before slowly allowing her eyelids to drift open. She felt rested and rejuvenated, and it had been long time since she’d awoken with such contentment after a night’s sleep. She really should do this more often…
Do what? her mind supplied groggily. Or ‘do who’?
A warm hand stroked her hair, and she stiffened automatically. Instantly her head snapped up in sudden speed, her vision slowly coming into focus on a pair of concerned brown eyes.
Oliver.
He grinned at her. “G’morning.”
Her mind went into instant replay mode as she remembered every moment of the previous evening in vivid detail, from the second she’d set her hands on the bow in Oliver’s arms. She’d fired that arrow and completely broken down, weeping in his arms. Then she’d kissed him, and…
Oh, dear God in heaven.
She stared at Oliver in dismay, a hot flush staining her cheeks as her frantic, wanton behaviour the night before flashed through her mind in alarming detail. Last night it had seemed okay, possibly even acceptable, but in the cold, harsh light of day…
Shit. Shit!
She’d slept with Oliver Queen. Although maybe sleep wasn’t really the applicable word for what she’d done with him. Fucked, screwed, banged… Her face grew hotter until she was sure she was redder than a beetroot. Jesus, she’d ridden him like an Olympic jockey on course for a gold medal.
A tiny moan rose in her throat, and she squeezed her eyes shut covered her face with both hands, unable to look at him anymore.
“Chloe?” she heard him query, then felt a gentle fingertip lift her chin. “Chloe, look at me.”
She shook her head, keeping her eyes firmly squeezed shut as he prised her fingers off her face, linked his hands with hers and lowered them between them.
“Hey…” One of his hands covered both of hers while the other cupped her cheek. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
“I can’t,” she whispered.
“Chloe, look at me. Please.”
The pleading tone in his voice was her undoing. She took a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes, her uncertain hazel green gaze connecting with his brown one.
“You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of,” he said gently, staring into her eyes. “Okay?”
“I…you…” Oh God, not only had she ridden him like a bucking bronco, but he’d also gotten nothing out of it. What the hell had she been thinking?
She hadn’t been ‘thinking’ at all, was the problem. Once Oliver had touched her, her brain had ceased functioning completely.
She gulped. “Oliver…”
“And nothing to apologise for, either,” he added with a smile, almost as though he’d read her mind and known what was coming next.
She didn’t smile back. Her mind was still reeling, playing everything back with embarrassing alacrity. She’d climbed on top of him and just…gone for it, not caring about what he was (or wasn’t) getting out of it, or what he might be feeling.
“I’m so sorry-”
“Shh,” he said, placing a finger against her lips. “I told you, no apologies.”
“I used you,” she whispered, horrified at herself for having taken him so rough.
“I asked you to.”
“You didn’t even…”
“Stop talking.”
His arms went around her waist and she fell silent, her cheeks burning as she realised his hand had halted on the small of her back, and his fingers were smoothly tugging the sash of her satin top free. He gathered the fabric in his hands and pulled it over her head, then reached behind and unhooked her bra, which he proceeded to slide off her shoulders and arms.
Automatically she shrank back and her arms went around her upper body, shielding her breasts from his gaze.
“Cold?” he asked curiously.
“Yeah,” she lied, not ready to launch into any explanations. Oliver gave her a withering look, as though he didn’t quite believe her, but he pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her, his hands smoothing over her back as her breasts pressed against his smooth chest.
“Better?”
She nodded. “A little.”
“Good.” He held her against him for several minutes, warming her with his body heat until she she felt infused with warmth. After a while he lifted her away from him and held her aloft by her upper arms, letting his gaze roam appreciatively over her breasts.
God, she just couldn’t seem to stop blushing around him. Her nipples tingled under his ardent gaze, and she could only stare helplessly as he gently pulled her forward and slowly drew his tongue over one stiffening peak. She gasped, her insides tightening like a coiled spring of need. He licked her again, his tongue circling her nipple in slow, teasing circles before sucking the hard bud deep into his mouth.
Chloe’s shyness dissipated and was immediately replaced by hot lust as his lips tugged smoothly at one breast and then the other. His fingers teased the damp nipple his mouth had just left while his lips continued to tease her with nips, flicks and strong sucking, until her breathing became unsteady and laboured.
Ah, yes; this would definitely expunge all thought processes from her brain.
Oliver lifted his mouth from her and quickly reached for her bunched-up skirt which he immediately pulled over her head, leaving her completely naked. He took her face in his hands and brushed his lips over hers in the gentlest of kisses. Despite the speed with which he’d dispensed with her clothing, he was apparently determined to be as slow and unhurried as she had been fast and frenzied the other night.
The tip of his tongue swept over her lower lip, parting her mouth for him. He stroked her tongue with his briefly before capturing her lower lip between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth, making her feel weak at the knees.
She’d never been kissed like this. Never. This was straight-up foreplay. His hand tightened in her hair, anchoring her head while his tongue swept into her mouth, stroking hers boldly. Chloe moaned and clutched at his shoulders, rearing up on her knees as she kissed him back. His hands left her hair and slid down her back and beyond, caressing and squeezing the firm flesh of her derriére, pulling her towards him to feel the heat of his erection against her aching flesh.
Her breath caught in her throat and her skin tingled at the thought that he would soon be inside her, moving in her, pleasuring her in ways she’d never experienced before yesterday. She ran her tongue round the shell of his ear and he groaned sharply, his hands cupping her thighs and sliding upwards between her legs till his fingers teased her damp, sensitive flesh. He stroked her gently, his mouth returning to her breast and sucking with firm, hard tugs.
The pleasure was overwhelming. Chloe shuddered as his questing fingers below probed deeper, sliding in and out of her as his mouth moved on her breast. “Ollie…” she pleaded, whimpering as he suddenly stopped and lifted his head.
“Just a second,” he promised, rising to his feet with her in his arms and laying her down on the couch. He left her just long enough to slide his pants and briefs off and retrieve a condom from the pocket, which he put on. Seconds later he stretched out over her, fully naked, lowering himself gently whilst supporting his weight on his hands. She lifted her knees to form a cradle for his hips, the silken heat of his shaft branding her inner thigh. Oliver slowly entered her, his whole body tense as he pressed forward in maddening degrees. Her eyelids fluttered shut as he slid home, his forehead resting against hers as he waited for her body to adjust to his presence.
Chloe stroked his back and pressed her lips to the side of his neck. His hips began to move in a shallow, circular pressing motion that made her gasp into his mouth and press her thighs against the sides of his legs.
He paused. “Am I hurting you?” he asked in a gentle whisper.
She immediately shook her head and tried to release the tension in her grasp. “No; it just feels a little…” she paused as he flexed his hips and gave a deep, slow thrust, filling her completely. “…full,” she finished breathlessly.
He chuckled and stroked her hair. “It’ll ease up. Try and relax for me, okay?”
She nodded, taking deep breaths and just letting her hands drift all over his gorgeously toned body. He trembled slightly as her fingers traced down his spine, and her brow arched upward as she realised for the first time that her touch actually affected him in some way.
Oliver began a slow, steady thrust which caused sensation to creep along her limbs, stoking the embers of need deep within. She tilted her hips in a vain attempt to get closer, get him to move faster. He sensed her need and picked up the pace, but not enough, because the ache brewing in the pit of her belly was slowly driving her insane. She managed to hook one leg around his hip, which granted her some degree of leverage to counterthrust against him. He pumped into her harder and she moaned, leaning up to lick the salty curve of his collarbone.
Oliver shuddered slightly and lifted his head, groaning as he tried to stave off his orgasm. Her other leg went around his waist and she ground her hips against his, burrowing her hands deep in his hair and kissing him deeply. He groaned loudly, his thrusts becoming erratic as he began to approach the point of no return. He pumped into her fiercely, taking her with him as they succumbed to the inevitable carnal release.
Her voice rose in a keen cry and suddenly she convulsed around him, pleasure crashing through her in waves. Oliver held her tight as he rode out his own storm, shuddering as he spent himself inside her.
***
Alas, with post-orgasmic bliss came the inevitable questions and self recriminations.
She’d just had sex with Oliver Queen. Again. And much as she wished she could just throw caution to the winds and live like an urban city girl, having one-night stands whenever she felt like it, that just wasn’t who Chloe Sullivan was. She couldn’t just lie there while he stroked her back and pretend that what had just happened wasn’t freaking her out, because it was, big time.
Oh, she’d enjoyed herself in Oliver’s arms, without doubt, more than she had with anyone; but the questions in her head just wouldn’t shut up. Deep down inside, the reporter who needed to know the truth behind everything was very much alive and kicking. There was so much she needed to know, wanted to ask, but it all boiled down to one single query: why.
Oliver continued to stroke her back tenderly and she sighed. Sometimes it sucked to be sensible.
“Why?” she said softly against his shoulder. Oliver’s hand stilled and he lifted his head, frowning at her sudden question.
She shifted to a sitting position and kept her gaze on him, needing an answer. “Why you, Ollie? Why now?”
***
Part 2...
PS: Don't worry, the next part's all written. I just couldn't get it all into one post. :-)