Chlollie Fanfic: Beauty in the Breakdown V - Feeling Good, Chapter 2
I say it all the time: feedback/comments give us inspiration, and this entire chapter is proof positive of that.
I have this lovely f-lister, purple_moon123; she’s amazing. Upon reading the first chapter, she kindly left me three very detailed comments (thanks, bebe!), and in one of them she had this question for me:
“Ummm where be this distraction scene??? I need it like NOW!!! …And pray tell what would these compelling arguments be!!! Dirty minds want to know!!!!!”
So here it is. For purple_moon123, with lurve from me to you. Dirty Minds of the World, unite!!! ;-)
Enjoy. Rated NC-17, so no minors here. And if you spot any typo’s, feel free to point them out to me. I edited half asleep.
Title: Beauty in the Breakdown V - Feeling Good
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexxorz
Timeline: Season 9
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Chloe’s confidence begins to soar as her relationship with Oliver goes public.
Feedback: …bring it, bebe. J
Written for sxymami0909, based on my favourite song on the Chlollie playlist she sent me. :-)
Awesome banner by jennyspring. You rock! J
Read Chapter 1 here.
Chapter 2
Fish in the sea, you know how I feel
River running free, you know how I feel
Blossom in the trees, you know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me…
….And I'm feeling good
- Feeling Good, by Muse
Chapter 2
“Wow,” Lois breathed as she watched from the window as the sleek car shoot off down the street. “Chloe and Oliver…how did I miss that? Six weeks, and I didn’t even have a clue!”
“Yeah, she certainly kept that pretty quiet,” Clark grumbled as he dropped the curtain and went back into the room. “Oliver Queen, of all people…”
“I had no idea they were even close!” Lois said in amazement, folding her arms. “I mean, I know they must have interacted in social circles once or twice because of mutual acquaintances like me or your Mom - but when did they even become friends? When did they start seeing each other on a basis regular enough to even…?” she laughed and shook her head. “I still can’t get my head around it!”
“Me neither,” Clark replied sourly. “Didn’t take her long to move on, did it?”
Lois frowned. “That’s not fair, Clark. She and Jimmy had broken up long before he died, and even that was almost a year ago now.”
Clark blinked. “Jimmy?”
She shrugged. “Who else would you be talking about?”
Clark opened his mouth to reply but stayed silent, a ruddy flush staining his cheeks. Lois’s eyes widened as realisation dawned.
“Clark…you and Chloe were never like that,” she said softly. “You never shared her feelings. It’s selfish of you to think she’d quietly carry a torch for you forever.”
“Hey, I never said it was me,” he said defensively.
Lois stared hard at him for a long time before giving him a sad smile. “No; but you didn’t have to.”
***
The smooth purr of the Ferarri’s engine was comfortably soothing. Chloe and Oliver sat in comfortable silence as he drove them swiftly but safely back towards Metropolis, his focus on the road ahead. Even though the car came fully equipped with Cruise Control, Oliver never used it, preferring to depend on his own judgement instead and remain in control of the vehicle and the road.
Chloe gazed at him from behind her shades, thanking her lucky stars that such a wonderful man found his way to her at the perfect time. Sensing her eyes on him he glanced over and raised his brow in silent query. She smiled, a large reassuring grin, and rested one hand on his thigh. Oliver returned her smile and placed his hand on top of hers, giving her fingers a quick but firm squeeze.
She stared down at his hand and felt her cheeks grow warm. Ah, those hands. The things he could do with those hands…
***
“So how am I expected to behave at this thing, anyway?” she asked him as she stepped out of the shower, towelling her hair vigorously.
Oliver glanced at her briefly and carefully drew the shaver over his chin. “Just be yourself, Chloe. You’ll be fine.”
“Ha. Easy for you to say, you go to these swanky functions all the time,” she retorted. “Not to mention the fact that they probably taught you how to socialise at public gatherings in that fancy Prep School of yours…”
“It’s just a gathering of people with deep pockets who want to do a little something for charity,” he said patiently. “That’s all. And I don’t know why you’re so apprehensive about this; you’ve taken down criminals and battled aliens without so much as batting an eyelid. All we’re going to do is smile and chow down a very expensive dinner.”
“Yeah, and there’s probably six different types of spoons for the starter alone!” she protested.
Oliver smiled indulgently. “You’re fretting for nothing, Chloe. Trust me.”
She made a wry face. “Well, as long as no-one asks me to give any speeches, I should be fine.” She finished rubbing the excess water out of her hair and hurriedly dried herself off, reaching down to dry the water off her calves and feet.
Maybe it was all those long months with only computer screens and consoles for company, but she was feeling extremely nervous about interacting with real people tonight. She frowned as she patted her toes with the towel, wishing they could give the gala a miss altogether.
In the midst of her wandering thoughts, she felt Oliver’s unmistakeable touch; a single finger, trailing slowly down the centre of her spine till he got to the small of her back.
“You missed a spot,” he said, his voice low and gravelly with desire. “You towel down like a drill sergeant every single day, but you always…miss…that…spot.”
A smile played at the corners of her mouth as his hands held her hips in a gentle yet firm grasp and pulled her up against him, her back against his front. Already she could feel the evidence of his desire pressing against her backside, and she leaned her hips back against his towelled waist, pressing against his thickening length.
“We need to be at Curbishley Hall in exactly three and a half hours,” she murmured, watching their reflections in the full-length mirror as his hand crept over her stomach.
“All I need is the half-hour,” he whispered into her ear, his husky voice full of promise as his fingers lightly tickled her belly.
“That’ll do,” she giggled, and started to turn to face him.
To her surprise, he held her fast where she was. “No; like this,” he said softly, his dark eyes glinting appreciatively as he studied her naked form in the mirror.
There was something infinitely erotic about watching Oliver just look at her; always had been. But this was different; it was as though she was looking at him looking at her, but through his eyes.
And he knew what he was doing, because his next words confirmed it.
“I want you to see what I see, Chloe,” he whispered against her ear, making her shudder. One hand splayed across her midriff and travelled upward to cup her breast, his fingers closing around her stiffening nipple.
***
He hadn’t planned on making love to her until later on in the evening. He really hadn’t. But just as he was finishing up his shave, she’d stepped out of the shower and proceeded dry to herself off…and sure enough, there it was. That line of droplets dotted along her spine that she was never quite able to reach.
Naturally his body had responded to her as always, and he knew there was no way they were leaving this bathroom without getting intimate. Fortunately, they still had plenty of time before they were due in the city centre; at the very worst, they’d be fashionably late.
Somehow, quite by accident, they’d ended up facing the mirror, and as soon as he’d seen their joint reflections, seen her gorgeously nude from head to toe, he’d known what he wanted to do. Briefly he cast his mind back to the time before he’d come to know her intimately; back when she used to dress in layers upon layers of clothing, and he’d wondered why. And then the first time he’d fully undressed her, she’d been so uncomfortable in her own skin that she’d tried to shield her body from him.
And now here she was, watching him as he touched her, her breathing quickening as he caressed her breasts. One of her arms went around his neck and she steadied herself against him, staring intently as one of his hands slipped between her thighs. He flexed his fingers against her mound and she trembled, drawing in a shaky breath as he rotated his fingertips over her sensitive flesh, his other hand still working her breast.
Chloe’s head fell back and she whispered his name, urging him to increase the sweet torment. Her other hand settled over his and she guided him in firm pressing movements that made her moan, made her eyes widen with pleasure as she observed the way he touched her.
Oliver grinned and brushed his lips against the smooth skin of her neck. For someone who had once been incredibly shy and insecure about her own body, Chloe had come a really, really long way.
“I love touching you,” he whispered hoarsely as he worked his hand lower and thrust two fingers inside her slick warmth, moving in a steady rhythm. “You feel amazing.”
***
She felt incredibly amazing. Oliver always pleasured her with innate skill, but to actually watch him as he caressed her so intimately was intensely erotic. His hips ground against her from behind, branding her with steely heat while his tongue trailed slowly up her neck. She shivered, fiery heat searing her in the places his lips and hands traversed.
“Oliver,” she moaned weakly, her legs weakening as she focused her gaze on the movement of his hand, his fingers glistening with her moisture as they moved in and out of her. So damned hot.
Another rush of tingly heat phased through her and her moans escalated sharply. Chloe sagged against him, her knees trembling violently as Oliver’s hands continued to pleasure her, driving her higher and higher with firm thrusts. His thumb pressed hard against her clit and she exploded into a maelstrom of pleasurable sensation, her voice rising in a series of soft cries as her intimate flesh pulsing around his fingers in tight little spasms.
Oliver relaxed his grip on her slightly and lowered her gently to the floor on top of her discarded towel. He leaned over her, his broad tip nudging her moist flesh from behind. Chloe rested her weight on her hands and pushed her hips back against him as he slowly pressed forward. She sighed deeply as he entered her, filling her completely.
“Oh God, yes,” he hissed, grasping her hips and pounding into her with hard thrusts which she readily welcomed. Chloe moved in counterpoint to his thrusts, lifting her gaze to the mirror to watch him as he made love to her with blissful abandon. He shifted one hand from her hip and wrapped it around her middle and moved faster, his face awash with pleasure as he exploded within her.
Chloe’s last thought before her second orgasm slammed into her was that she definitely liked to watch.
***
“Thirty minutes, my ass,” she murmured weakly as they both lay sated on the bathroom floor.
Oliver grinned and squeezed said ass with affection. “You know I can never make love to you in a hurry,” he replied. “You’re like a precious work of art to me; I need time to fully appreciate you.”
“Oliver, we have to be somewhere soon,” she reminded him reproachfully. “For a quickie, you took an awfully long time.”
“A slow quickie,” he murmured thoughtfully. “What do you call that; a Squickie?”
She grimaced. “Ugh. That doesn’t even sound like fun.”
He paused. “A Slickie, then?”
He heard her sigh deeply. Insert obligatory eyeroll here, he thought with amusement.
“Does it have to have a name?” she asked dryly.
He shrugged. “Not really, I’m just stalling for cuddle time.”
She gasped. “Ollie! I should have known!”
“You know how grumpy I get when I don’t have my cuddles,” he mumbled, snuggling closer to her as his eyes closed. “Five minutes, that’s all I ask.”
“Oliver, you’re falling asleep! We’re not dressed, we need another shower, and don’t even get me started on my hair and make-up!”
“We could always just not go…” he began.
“Oh, no you don’t, mister,” she said sternly, scrambling to her feet and tugged on his hand. “Come on, get up. Time’s a tickin’.”
“Hey, you don’t even want to go to this thing,” he grumbled.
“We have obligations!” she argued, tugging him harder. “This is for charity, and we need to be responsible. Come on, honey, get up. I’ll make it worth your while later…”
His eyes snapped open, and he sat up sharply. “What did you say?” he whispered.
Chloe smiled triumphantly. “Ha! I knew that would get your attention.” Quickly she pulled him to his feet. “Come on - quick shower, and out. And no funny business this time!”
Oliver grinned widely as they stepped into the cubicle and the water cascaded around them. It wasn’t Chloe’s offer of sexual favours that had startled him out of his post-orgasmic haze; it was her casual endearment, uttered so naturally he was sure she hadn’t even realised she’d done it.
Honey. She’d called him Honey. He liked that. It was definitely a step in the right direction.
***
“Penny for them?” she asked him as they sped along towards Metropolis.
He smiled and squeezed her fingers again. “I was thinking about this afternoon.”
She grinned. “Me too,” she said shyly.
“Oh, really? Elaborate,” he replied with a grin.
She blushed. “Nothing much; just reflecting on the fact that I am now officially a voyeur, thanks to you.”
“Always a pleasure,” he smirked. “Does that mean I can get the tacky ceiling mirrors installed in our bedroom, now?”
“Oliver Jonas Queen, you are a freak!” she exclaimed, blushing hotly.
Oliver simply laughed and put his arm around her shoulder. “Yep, I am. Promise you won’t tell anyone.”
“And if I decide to rat you out?” she challenged.
His face lit up in a cheeky grin. “Then a sex tape will magically surface, and the public will decide for themselves which of us is the bigger freak. ”
Chloe squeaked in horror. “Oliver, you didn’t-!”
“Course I didn’t,” he said flippantly. “But you are so easy to wind up.”
“You’re incorrigible,” she grumbled, folding her arms.
“True,” he said, squeezing her shoulder. “And you wouldn’t have me any other way.”
***
Chapter 3…