Chlollie Fanfic: Over The Linesies (Oneshot)
Title: Over The Linesies
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie (more like Chlarkollie/Chlolliark…?)
Rating: PG-13. Companion piece to Love For Realsies. 2001 words
Warnings: Jellus!Clark, Jellus!Ollie
Timeline: Season 10 (my version), 6 months after the end of Realsies
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: When Clark indvertently starts a pissing contest over Chloe, Oliver sharply puts him in his place. Humour.
Feedback: Yes, always! J
Author’s note: Yes, I know I haven’t finished Love For Realsies yet, but I couldn’t help it. This story took root in my head this afternoon and began to nag me, and the only way to get rid of it was to write it. I am working on finishing Realsies, but at least now y’all know that it has a happy ending! :-)
25.07.10: Title changed to keep with the format of the prior stories. :-)
Story kicks off 6 months after the end of Realsies. Enjoy.
13.01.11: Fantastic banner gifted to me by the lovely miss_morrygan . Thanks so much, you sweetie!!! :-D
Previous stories in the series:
1. Just For Funsies
2. Love For Realsies
3. Pillow Talksies
Sequels:
Say The Wordsies
(…and futurefic sequel Taking Turnsies)
***
“Chloe!” Clark yelled as he hurried in their direction. “Will you please keep your overgrown puppy away from my mutt?”
Chloe lazily lifted her head from Oliver Queen’s lap and flashed Clark her patented sunshine grin. “Oh don’t be a spoilsport, Clark. Onyx is only playing with Shelby…”
“Playing?” Clark repeated incredulously as he sat down on the picnic blanket with the tray of lemonade and homemade scones. “He’s attempting to flatten him is what he's doing!”
Sighing, she glanced over to where the two dogs were rolling around in the grassy expanse of the Back Forty. They were enjoying a rare day out at the Kent Farm, having a relaxing picnic while Onyx took advantage of the space to run around. True to Clark’s words, Chloe saw her ginormous dog run at top speed and plant his huge paws squarely in the belly of Clark’s faithful friend.
Oliver had been right about the little Akita puppy that had come to them when he was only three weeks old, a tiny bundle of black fur. In six months, he had more than quadrupled in size, and was twice as tall as Shelby and about three times heavier. Oliver had said he would turn out to be a Badass, but Badass didn’t even begin to describe him. But he would always be her puppy, no matter how big he got.
Said ‘puppy’ barked loudly and careened into a sleeping Shelby, jolting him from his nap. The older dog whined in protest, and Onyx quickly backed off, only to circle back and return to repeat the entire process.
“Shelby can take care of himself, Clark,” she said as Oliver gently placed her head back in his lap and threaded a flower in her hair. “Besides, he knows Onyx doesn’t mean any harm.”
“That dog’s simply too big for his paws,” Clark grumbled as he went to rescue the golden retriever from the furry dark Akita. “There was a time when Shelby would have shown him what it really meant to be badass. Isn’t that right, Shelby?”
Chloe sat up sharply as the memory of a much younger, stronger Shelby popped into her brain. “I’d almost forgotten he was the original superdog!” she exclaimed.
Oliver, who’d been lying down silently all this time, lifted his head and frowned. “Superdog?” he queried.
She turned to him and smiled. “Oh, that’s right; you don’t know this story,” Chloe said.
“What story?”
“When we first met Shelby - or rather, when Lois’s tyres did - he’d been genetically modified by refined meteor rock,” she explained as he threaded another flower in her hair. “As a result, he had unbelievable strength and superior intelligence.”
“Yeah, that was years ago; long before your time, Oliver,” Clark quipped, then turned to Chloe. “Remember the first time he jumped up and pushed you over?”
She grinned widely. “Oh, yeah. He still had a bit of residual strength left, and he knocked the wind clean out of me!”
“Good thing you landed on your rear,” Clark smirked. “Lots of natural padding.”
“Hey!” she cried, incensed, and threw a scone at him which he promptly caught.
“Those were the good old days, weren’t they?” he went on reminiscently, biting into the pastry. “Remember the first time we ever climbed a tree together?”
“Definitely, because it was the first time you’d climbed a tree, ever!” she laughed. “All that superspeed and superstrength, and couldn’t shimmy up a tree-trunk!”
“Well, you know heights are not my thing, never have been,” he said defensively.
“True, which is why I didn’t harass you to go higher than the third branch,” she said, patting his hand.
“Yeah, and you showed off and went right to the very top, which still scared the bejeezus outta me,” he added, laughing.
“I guess I knew even then that you’d never let me fall,” she said fondly. “Oh - do you remember the first time you showed me around the farm?”
“You know I could never forget that, Chloe,” he said wistfully. “No one ever forgets his first kiss.”
Oliver, who had been glancing from one to the other since the entire exchange began, tightened his jaw and clenched his fist rather tightly, rapidly snuffing out the life of the hapless buttercups he’d been planning to put in Chloe’s hair. Initially, he’d been mildly amused by Clark’s obvious plan to freeze him out of the conversation by keeping the topic on events that had transpired before he ever came to Smallville, but now Clark was stepping over the boundary, talking diffidently about first kisses with Chloe and referring to her very lush behind.
He narrowed his eyes and kept silent as the selective conversation picked up steam.
“…yeah, but clearly your grand plan to kiss me just to get it out of the way didn’t work, because the following year I kissed you, remember?” he was saying.
Chloe blinked. “When was that?”
Clark rolled his eyes. “In the hallway, day before the spring formal...?”
She snapped her fingers. “Right! And then there was another kiss in the file cabinet at Smallville Medical Centre…although, that one doesn’t really count, because it was a diversion…”
Clark shook his head vehemently. “No, no, back up…you’ve missed one out. There was that really hot time we made out in the back of Pete’s car, and then some more kissing back at the Talon -”
“No we never!” she denied.
“Boy, did we ever!” he countered.
“Dude, this is all in your head, because I’d definitely remember something like that,” she insisted.
Clark slapped his forehead. “That’s right, you forgot the whole thing! It was when you had that creepy parasite inside you, and started doing things you’ve always wanted to do…remember?”
Her eyes widened in shock. “Eeek! You’re telling me I was the mystery girl that Lana saw you kissing?”
“More than just ‘kissing’, as I remember it,” he said with a smirk.
Oliver scowled darkly. Okay, Clark had more than overstepped his mark this time…he was way over the line and charging forward, taking no prisoners on the way.
Clark was speaking again. “…then there was that really, really intense time that I went up to the loft, and you were waiting there for me in nothing but my football jersey, and then you climbed into my lap, and-”
“Hey Chloe,” Oliver said smoothly, “remember that time we screwed for four hours straight, until you couldn’t walk?”
Silence descended on the sunny field for a full five seconds, save for a lone cricket that was chirping merrily some distance away. Even the dogs stopped their scuffling and pricked their ears up, turning to the three humans with odd expressions on their canine faces.
Chloe recovered first, a deep blush staining her cheeks. “Oliver Queen! That is so rude!” she exclaimed, a scandalised look on her face as she whacked him on the shoulder.
He grinned and leaned forward, taking her chin in his hand. “Not half as rude as the next thing I’m about to ask if you remember…”
“Er..I think I hear someone in trouble,” Clark said abruptly and scrambled to his feet. I’ll see you both later.”
“Be safe out there, okay?” Chloe said as he gathered his belongings. “We’ll walk Shelby back to the farm for-”
There was a whoosh, and a swift breeze, and Clark was gone. Chloe turned to Oliver with folded arms and a stern look.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” she accused.
He shrugged one shoulder. “Well he started it,” he said petulantly.
Her eyes widened and a hint of realisation lit up in them. “Oliver Queen, are you jealous of my childhood friend?” she asked teasingly.
He cast a furtive glance at a spot on the picnic blanket, and the humour in her eyes faded as she realised she’d struck a nerve. “Oh my God. You are, aren’t you?”
He sighed and arranged the mangled buttercups in a neat little row. “It’s just that…well…you and Clark, you’ve got all this history between you, and you can’t deny the years of unresolved sexual tension that crackled whenever you two were in a room together…”
She put a reassuring hand on his arm. “Oliver, that’s all in the past now, you know it is,” she insisted.
“Not for him, it isn’t,” he said grudgingly.
“Oh, don’t be silly, Clark’s never really been into me that way,” she scoffed.
Oliver looked at the woman he loved, and begged to differ. Chloe obviously thought that Clark wasn’t attracted to her, but he’d seen the way Clark gazed at her when he thought no-one was looking. He’d experienced firsthand how distraught Clark had been when Chloe had gone on the run with Davis, and more recently how shaken and full of despair Clark had been when Checkmate had gotten hold of Chloe and threatened to kill her if they didn’t reveal Watchtower’s location.
Oliver stroked her hair and sighed. He’d never tell her, but every now and then, when she lay sleeping in his arms, he’d wonder if she ever thought about how her life would have been if she’d been intimate with Clark at least once…
“Besides, if we’re going down that route, how do you think it makes me feel knowing you’ve been to bed with my cousin?” she said gently.
Ouch. Low blow. Even so, he could see that whatever errant thoughts he was dealing with, she had to live with much worse. Every time he touched her, she’d no doubt wonder if he was making a mental comparison. Dimly, he realised that it was much better to deal with ‘what if’ than it was to live with an ex-girlfriend in your face who also happened to be a close relative.
He took her hands and looked squarely into her eyes. “Chloe, I can’t change the fact that I met Lois first,” he said. “We had what we had, and it was a good relationship. But I swear to you that I have never thought of her romantically since the first time I touched you. She’s as much my past as Jimmy is yours. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
She nodded quietly. “I think so.”
He smiled and cupped her face in his hands. “I love you, little one.”
She smiled back. “Ditto. Though not so much on the little where you’re concerned.”
He chuckled and pulled her forward, wrapping his arms around her in a deep hug. Her arms went around his waist, and she rested her head over his heart, and he just stroked her hair, feeling close to content.
He knew he’d never feel fully content until she said the words back. But he was more than grateful for the ways in which she showed him how she truly felt about him. He knew her reasons for not verbalising her feelings, and he wasn’t going to try and force or coax them out of her. Like everything else he’d been through with her, she’d say them when she was ready.
She shifted and lifted her head, looking at him with a predatory gleam in her eye.
“Do you remember the first time that I…” she leaned forward and completed her sentence in a breathy whisper that send tingles down his spine.
His breathing became harsh and his eyelids drifted shut at her words. “Oh, yeah,” he drawled. “Tiramisu and lobster salad comes to mind.”
“Ah, you do remember,” she giggled. “But I’m going to remind you anyway.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he said raggedly as she made her way down his body. “I’m a great fan of refresher courses.”
Chloe grinned and winked at him as she slowly pulled down the zipper on his jeans. Oliver lay back, his body thrumming in anticipation of the carnal pleasure she was about to bestow on him.
She always did things in her own time, he thought. It was just three little words. He would wait for them, for as long as it took.
***
The End.
Read the immediate sequel Say The Wordsies and the futurefic sequel, Taking Turnsies. Yes, there is an incredible time jump between the two, and I hope to fill in the blanks someday. :-)