Chlollie Fanfic: Love for Realsies, Chapter 1
And now, something for my Chlollie readers!
I've made a start on Love for Realsies, which is the sequel to Just for Funsies. I had it all mapped out, but then Comspiracy aired, so I decided to work that into the story as well.
Enjoy! And it's smutty right from the off, so please, no minors here.
ETA: Nominated for 4 Chlollie Fanfiction Awards:
Best Smut Fic
Best Fluff Fic
Best Multi-Chapter Fic
Best Romantic Fic
Title: Love for Realsies
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: NC-17. Sequel to Just for Funsies.
Warnings: Graphic Sex
Timeline: Season 9 (Conspiracy)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Chloe finds it increasingly difficult to resist Ollie’s affections.
Feedback: …by the bucketload! J
Chapter 1
Oliver headed straight for the Watchtower when he got back from his California business trip. It was late, but he’d confirmed that Chloe would still be there, and was looking forward to seeing her again.
Which was silly; they’d only been intimate for about a week before he’d departed; not long enough for him to get hung up on her already, surely?
He got to the top of the elevator and headed for her apartment, walking through the double doors. Chloe was waiting for him with a wry expression as soon as he walked through the door.
“What are the roses for?” she asked bluntly.
“Good to see you, too,” he said sarcastically, dropping his cases on the watchtower floor and advancing towards her. She was wearing a dark green satin kimono, and his fingers tingled as he anticipated pulling slowly on the sash till the fabric parted, then slipping his hands through…
She folded her arms and pursed her lips. “I asked you a question, Oliver,” she said seriously, refusing to be deflected.
He sighed, dragging his errant mind back on topic. “It was Valentine’s Day, ok? I though you might like them.”
“Why?” she asked, walking towards him. “Oliver, gifts and flowers isn’t what I want or want or expect from you, you know that. Heck, we made the rules together and defined this relationship from the start. No mushy stuff, remember?”
“Actually, I was thinking more of the practical side of things. You can’t deny that they have the joint advantage of smelling real nice and brightening up the place,” he said defensively, waving his hand around at the several vases of red roses he’d ordered which beautified the spacious apartment.
She fixed him with a sardonic glance and held up a small box. “And the chocolates?” she said dryly.
He glanced at the box in her hands, and shrugged helplessly. “Fell off the back of a truck?”
Despite her stern demeanour, Oliver could see amusement creeping into her eyes. Eventually she flat-out smiled and chuckled.
“Okay, I’ll let you off this time, Romeo, but enough with the grand gestures,” she said. “That’s not what this relationship is about, Ollie. Please don’t blur the lines and make out it’s something that it’s not.”
“Point taken,” he said, taking the box out her hands and setting it down. “Now can I get a proper welcome…back?”
He’d almost said ‘welcome home.’ He really needed to pick his words more carefully. And if Chloe had noticed that he hadn’t exactly apologised for buying her flowers and chocolates, she didn’t comment on it.
“I’ve got your ‘welcome back’ right here, baby,” she drawled with a sly grin as she sidled up to him. Pulling on his lapels, she tugged him down for a scorching kiss that kindled a corresponding fire within him.
Oliver framed her face with his hands and parted his lips slightly, allowing Chloe to slip her tongue into his mouth more easily. She caressed his tongue with bold, sweeping strokes, making short work of the buttons on his shirt as she did so. Before long she’d prised them all free and slid the shirt, along with his coat, off his shoulders. He lowered his arms and let them slide off his hands and onto the floor, then quickly stripped off his vest, sending it to join the growing pile of clothing on the floor. Lifting his hands to her hips, he grabbed a delectable silk-clad butt cheek in each hand and squeezed the pliant flesh firmly.
Chloe moaned and pressed herself into him, rubbing sinuously against his aching hardness. Working her hands between them she unbuckled his belt and slid his zipper down while he shucked off his shoes and socks. Her small hand closed around the hard bulge in his briefs and she stroked him with sure fingers, making him lift his head away from her and gasp raggedly.
God, her touch never failed to ignite his senses in the most primal way. He felt himself grow painfully hard, his balls tightening with need as her hand moved over him with unnerving accuracy.
With fumbling fingers, he managed to untie the sash of the robe at her waist and slip his hands inside. To his surprise and delight, she wore nothing underneath, and he groaned and caressed her silky smooth skin from her back all the way down to her ass, kneading it and lifting her against him.
Oh, that felt good. Her ass fascinated him; it was his favourite part of her anatomy. He couldn’t understand how such a tiny woman could have such a sizeable ass on her, but on Chloe it more than just worked; it looked freaking amazing, felt even better, and he couldn’t get enough of it.
She shoved his underwear down and his cock sprang free, and suddenly her hands were on his bare flesh, stroking him firmly from base to tip. He shuddered, making a harsh sound as electricity buzzed through his body and precome trickled out of him. Chloe slicked her thumb through the moisture and rubbed it back and forth over the sensitive head, brushing him in slow, teasing circles.
“Oh, God,” he groaned, his knees weakening at the intense sensation. Quickly he stepped out of his trousers and briefs so that he stood before her naked. She continued to tease him, stroking and sliding her hand over his slick flesh until he could take the torment no longer.
Grasping her hips, he lifted her and settled her against him. Her legs went around his waist and she locked her ankles behind his back. The elevated position meant her perky breasts were level with his face and he took advantage of it, clamping his mouth around one nipple and sucking on it firmly.
Chloe cried out and arched her back, pushing more of her breast into his mouth. He suckled her hungrily, moving blindly towards the couch and sitting heavily in it, Chloe still in his lap, the green silk rippling around her.
She threaded a hand through his hair and raised herself up on her knees, reaching down with her other hand to his straining hardness. Slowly she lowered herself onto him and he groaned hoarsely as his cock smoothly parted her slick flesh and he found himself snugly surrounded by tight, moist heat.
“God, I missed you,” he whispered, holding her face and pressing soft kisses on her mouth.
“You just missed your 24/7 booty call,” she said breathlessly against his lips, taking his hands and putting them on her breasts.
He didn’t fail to notice her deflection of intimacy once again, but he was too worked up to think too much about it. Besides, he had her breasts in his hands, which was a worthy consolation. He caressed her nipples, teasing the taut peaks with his thumbs as she moaned and started to move on him slowly.
The slow pull and slide of her body was maddeningly erotic. He tightened one hand on her breast and grasped her hip with the other, guiding her gentle movements. At the same time he claimed her lips in a deep kiss, sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth in a simulation of the intimate activity they were already indulging in. Chloe trembled and tightened her thighs on his hips, moving faster and harder on him.
He grinned against her mouth. He was, if nothing else, a master multi‑tasker.
Familiar tension began to build in him and he moved to match her thrusts, holding her hips and pulling her deeper onto him with every slide. Chloe moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, writhing wildly as she headed towards fulfilment. Eager to see her come, Oliver moved his hand to where they were joined and pressed his thumb in tight circles over her wet clit.
“Oh, God!” she gasped repeatedly, clutching her fingers in his hair and holding on for dear life as her orgasm barrelled through her. Oliver groaned and held her hips tightly, thrusting deep as her intimate muscles pulsed around him. He roared as he came hard, his body bucking and shuddering beyond his control. He wrapped his arms around her trembling frame and rode out the intimate storm, holding her close as he emptied himself inside her.
Both of them breathed deeply as their orgasms subsided. Keeping them joined, Oliver shifted so that he was lying on his back on the couch with Chloe above him, her silky robe covering them both. Weakly she rested her head on his chest, her fingers curling possessively on his pecs.
“Welcome back,” she murmured sleepily.
“And what a welcome it was,” he chuckled. He decided to take a risk and stroke her back, half-expecting her to bolt like she always did. True to form, she stiffened, but then relaxed under his soothing fingers.
Oliver managed to stifle a grin at the thought that he’d worn Chloe Sullivan out with one quick screw; it did, after all, go both ways since he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to stand upright at the moment, either.
It was uncanny, how sexually compatible they were. They’d only been sleeping with each other for a week, but in that short time they’d learned plenty about the other’s sexual wants and needs, and enjoyed bringing out the best in each other. Maybe it was the whole ‘no strings’ nature of their relationship that allowed them to both just be who they were with no expectations…or maybe it was just them, he couldn’t be sure. But he did know without a doubt that sex with Chloe Sullivan was the best he’d ever had, and he knew he was the first person to truly satisfy her between the sheets.
Except sheets hadn’t really factored into their dysfunctional relationship; the only places they’d made love in (in a horizontal position, that is) had been the floor, the couch, and the rug on the floor in front of the couch. Chloe seemed determined not to put a bed in the Watchtower, and she’d made it clear she had no plans to invite him over to the Talon apartment. “I don’t want anyone thinking we’re dating, or knowing we’re fucking,” she’d simply said on that front.
As a result, he was yet to take Chloe to bed in the literal sense of the word. But he was a patient man; he could wait. And if he ran out of patience while waiting, he could always think of ways to tip the scales and make it happen; he was resourceful like that.
Chloe breathed deeply and he felt the tension in her body ease, and realised with surprise that she’d fallen asleep on him - literally. It was the first time she’d ever done that, and he was surprised at how intimate it felt having her head on his chest, her blonde strands tickling his chin. He lifted a hand and stroked her hair tenderly, holding her in place over him with his other hand which rested gently on her butt.
He sighed deeply, a frown worrying his brow. There was no point lying to himself. Chloe meant more to him than the occasional screw, and always had, so their ‘no strings’ relationship had been faulty right from the off. He couldn’t seem to stop himself from caring for her, and admitted to himself that he was more than entertaining the hope that he could penetrate her defences and get her to soften up for him. While they hadn’t really been friends to begin with, there was at least some grudging mutual respect, and he felt that that could be a decent jumping‑off point. He and Chloe were similar in so many ways, so he felt like he knew how her mind worked.
So when a few days later, Tess Mercer placed a manila file in his hands and mentioned the word ‘embezzlement,’ and he’d seen the account details of the purported fraudster, he felt like he’d been whacked around the face with a baseball bat. His heart thumped hollowly as he forced himself to accept the truth that was right in front of his face.
Chloe Sullivan was sleeping with him…and stealing from him.
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Chapter 2…