Forgiveness 6/?

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Title: Forgiveness 6/?
Summary: Two people that have wronged each other and their friends will only find forgiveness with one another.
Rating: M
Notes: This was a pain to write! Uh, I thought I'd never reach the end. I would be so grateful


Waking from sleep and waking from death were two totally different things. When Chloe woke from sleep it was slow, most of the time it took her close to an hour before she was totally awake, which was why she had such a major addiction to coffee. Death on the other hand…waking from that was like someone splashing ice cold water on you while you were sleeping. Every time it was the same. She’d wake with a gasp, drawing breath into her dead lungs, eyes wide. She didn’t like it. When her body recovered it was like it was shocked. Every nerve in her body was sensitive, raw, like it was new. She didn’t like that either.

“Chloe.”

She turned to the familiar voice. That was the other thing she hated. Although she felt wide awake her mind was the last thing to come. It was blank for a few moments while she stared off into space. Memories, smell, taste, voices, speech. It was all last to come. “Oliver?”

He sighed and sat down next to her on the bed. “I don’t like this dying thing you do.”

“If only you could see it from my end.” She shook her head and sat up. He reached out to steady her, but he didn’t get it. She was fine. Once she woke up she was perfect, good as new.

“What’s it like?” He asked gently and brushed her hair away from her face.

No one had ever asked her, and the truth she’d never really wanted to talk about it. “Like being born.” He looked at her strangely for a moment and she felt obligated to clarify herself. “A baby is thrust into this new world with all these sounds, different temperatures, smells. It has to be a shock to their body.” She shook her head and tried to forget the feeling. “How long?”

“Eighteen hours.” He brushed his thumb over her cheek then dropped it.

“Really? That’s nod bad.” She only received another strange look. “Every time I died it got longer. This is actually an improvement.”

“Well don’t tell me that. I hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing you dead before.” She smiled apologetically at him and he couldn’t help but frown. “Chloe…”

“Don’t even say it. You’re alive and I’m alive. That’s all that matters. If it was my life in danger I would think you’d do everything you could too.” He sighed but she knew the subject was dropped. “You’re okay?”

“As good as new. Who would have ever thought I had a bullet in my lungs.” Her brow creased and he could see she was troubled. “Sorry. Bad joke.”

“Next time let someone help you. If Bruce had stayed you might not have been shot.”

“And if Bruce had stayed you might have been dead.”

Chloe pursed her lips together then sighed. “Alright, let’s just drop it. We’re both fine.” She finally looked around at her surroundings and scrunched her brow. “Where are we?”

“Still at Bruce Wayne’s palace.” Chloe snorted at his comment and he frowned. “If one more person raves on about how great Batman and Bruce Wayne are I’m going to point an arrow right at their head.” Oliver wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled her close enough to him so that he could press a gentle kiss to her forehead. When he pulled away there were only inches between them. “I’ve got your clothes here. Go shower. I’ll let everyone else know you’re awake and I’ll come right back.”

Chloe nodded and watched him get up to leave. Oliver had been with her the whole time she had no doubt. Chloe on the other, she’d just woken up. “Okay.” He shut the door behind him and she looked with dread towards the bathroom. She probably needed a shower, but there were so many other things running through her mind at that moment. Most of them had to do with Oliver.

It wasn’t long before Chloe retreated from the bathroom. As promised Oliver was sitting at a small table tapping away on a laptop. She constantly forgot that the Justice League was only a side job. His real job was being CEO of Queen Industries.

“Feel better?” He stopped what he was doing and looked up at her. She nodded, but didn’t move from where she stood. The best way to describe her stance was lost. “What is it?” She shook her head and headed towards her luggage. “Chloe.”

“I don’t know. I just want to go home.” She only prayed he had plans to fly them back to Metropolis soon. She needed something familiar. A click signaled the sound of his laptop closing and she felt her chest tighten at the thought of being confronted by him. Instead of trying to search for a pair of appropriate shoes she walked over to the bed and sat down.

Oliver walked over and took a seat next to her on the bed. “I’m not that dense Chloe. What’s going on?”

‘You were almost dead’ she wanted to tell him. To her it was just moments ago. The last two months of her life had been horrible chain of events that led up to a dreadful finale. Davis had lost his life anyway and so had others in the process of her trying to protect him. Lois and Clark were gone and Jimmy dead. What she considered to be her life now seemed to only be a piece of what it used to be. Before, she had a husband, a cousin, a best friend, and a job at the Planet that she loved. Some changes she was glad for, such as taking on her Watchtower duties full time, but others…. The truth was sometimes she wasn’t sure if she was doing fine or not. She liked to tell herself that she was, but she never really knew. What if Oliver hadn’t made it to the rooftop? “Are we going home soon?”

“Hey.” He rested a hand on her shoulder and turned her towards him. “We’re not going anywhere until you tell me what is going on.” He tried to find some trace of emotion on her face, but it was empty. Normally she was like an open book. “Chloe, I will shake you.”

“What if you hadn’t made it to the rooftop?” His hand fell away from her and she immediately felt the loss of it harder then she probably should have. Within just a couple of weeks she’d come to depend on him, like an emotional crutch, and that wasn’t a good thing.

It wasn’t hard for Oliver to see where this was going. “But I did.” She opened her mouth to most likely argue with him but he cut her off. “Don’t give me ‘what ifs’ Chloe. I don’t want to hear it.” He was rather harsh with her, but he wasn’t about to allow her to go down that road.

“I don’t have very many people left in my life. Just a couple of months after….” A lump filled in her throat and she found she couldn’t even say it. She still couldn’t even talk about it. What if Oliver had been right? What if it turned out it was too soon. “Then you get shot, almost die.” She shook her head when she felt the tears beginning to blur her vision. She wanted him to reach for her, pull her into his arms, but he didn’t. Just that thought made her disgusted with herself. “I couldn’t…..” She sighed and pressed the heals of her hands to her eyes. “I should have known I wouldn’t be able to handle this so soon.” Hands on her wrists pulled her hands down and she found her eyes meeting Oliver’s furious ones.

“Now listen to me.” He dropped her hands and leaned forward. “I asked you if it was too early. I knew it was too early.” She looked away from him but he wasn’t going to have any of that. “Look at me.” When her eyes met his again tears were already streaming down her cheeks. What he should have done was comfort her, but instead he was angry. “This isn’t just about you Chloe.”

“I just…I just can’t deal with someone dying again!” She wiped the tears from her face roughly. “I hate myself enough already. I want you, and then I feel guilty about it. I think what is Clark going to say when he comes back?”

She was determined to find any way possible to find something wrong. “Enough.” He grabbed her face in his hands and forced her to look at him. “Jimmy is gone.” Her face twisted in pain and her eyes became glassy with unshed tears. “That isn’t your fault. Lois is gone, it’s not your fault she can’t keep herself out of trouble. Clark is gone and that is no ones fault but his own. He had no right saying what he said to you. Clark needs to stop playing the victim.” Oliver inhaled deeply and tried to relax. It wasn’t her fault either. He’d panicked at seeing her withdraw from him. “But I’m here and that is your fault. You let me in and you saved my life. So it’s too late for that. If you wanted to get rid of me you should have let me die.”

“Oliver!” She exclaimed angrily and pulled away so she could slap his arm. “Don’t say that.” The vision of him so close to death was still so fresh in her mind.

Oliver took her hand in his and cradled her cheek with his other hand. “You can’t push me away. Okay?” She nodded. Slowly he brought his other hand back up to her face and gently wiped her tears away with his thumbs. She sat still in front of him, cheeks blotchy, eyes glassy, and blond eyelashes thick with tears. “Chloe.” Her lips parted and she inhaled sharply. She knew what he wanted and wasn’t even going to try to stop him. Slowly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. First sucking gently on her bottom lip and then on her top. Her mouth opened to him and he took it possessively.

Chloe leaned into him as he threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer. But it was never close enough. She grabbed his shoulder and threw a leg over him and settled herself onto his lap with a relieved sigh. If he had any objections to their new position he definitely didn’t show them. His free hand slid under her shirt and up her back. Chloe arched her body into him, rubbing her breasts hard against his chest. But there were too many clothes between them to even bring her close enough to being satisfied. She dropped her hands to find the hem of his t-shirt and pulled away from him just long enough to yank it off of his body and toss it to the floor. She let her fingers slide over the hard planes of his body and feel every muscle as it moved under her hands. But it only made her want more. She rolled her hip hard over his growing erection and gasped into his mouth at the friction it created.

Oliver’s hands flew to her hips and he forced her down harder. She whimpered into his mouth, nails digging into his back. She rose up off of him slightly and lowered herself back down again to grind against him. Oliver held her hips roughly in his hands to still her movements. “Stop.” She whimpered against his lips and fought to rub herself against him again. He only got harder and her insistence. “Chloe you’ve got to stop.”

“Please.” He was breathing hard against her lips and she could tell he was only hanging on by a thread. “I don’t want to stop. I need you Oliver.” His face gave away nothing, but suddenly an arm wrapped around her waste and she found herself lying on her back.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Oliver mumbled into her ear and trailed kisses down her neck. She lifted her hips towards his and this time he didn’t fight it. He pressed his erection between her legs and took pleasure in her gasp.

“Oliver. Clothes.” He lifted his body off of hers and yanked her shirt roughly off her body. His lips descended onto her and his hands snuck underneath her back. She arched up into him, and allowing him to unsnap her bra. His lips left hers and she watched through half lidded eyes as he made his way down her body, trailing kisses down her neck and down her chest until he came to the edge of her bra. She arched up into him, hoping he would take the hint and slide her bra off her body. “Ollie.” She whimpered.

He grinned and moved back up her body. Her disappointed whine only fueled him on. Gently, he pressed a kiss to one of her shoulders and slowly began sliding the straps down. Moments later it lay on the floor forgotten.

Chloe reached for him again to pull him back to her, but his hands wrapped around hers and held them down on either side of her head. His head lowered to her chest where he began kissing a trail between the valley of her breasts. “Oliver, please.” Her body bowed underneath him, begging for more attention.

Oliver took one nipple in his both, dragging his teeth over it. She cried out under him and he soothed it gently with his tongue before moving to the other. He sucked gently on the hardened nub then bit down. Her hands pulled from his but he only pushed them harder into the bed as he sucked the hardened nipple back into his mouth.

It didn’t take her long to realize that pleading with him only made her torture worse. So instead of trying to fight him she wrapped her legs around his body and rolled her hips against him in an attempt to relieve the building pressure inside of her. In response he bit down again. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t stop her body from tensing and her hips from jerking up against his.

“What do you want Chloe?” He sucked apologetically on her nipple and slid back up her body. For a moment he considered releasing here hands, but thought better of it. Instead, he pulled them above her head and wrapped one hand around both wrists, freeing up his other hand. He massaged one of her breasts with his hand, rolling the hardened nipple in his fingers. She bit her lip and pressed harder against him. “Chloe?”

“You.” He pinched her nipple and she tightened her legs around him. She pulled on her hands again, but his grip was solid. “Oliver, please.”

“Are you going to try and push me away again?” When she didn’t answer he slid his hand between them and rubbed his hand over her core. “Are you?”

“No.” She gasped and let her body fall back into the bed as he rubbed her.

“I won’t let you Chloe.” He pressed a kiss to her lips and slowly released her wrists.

Chloe didn’t even think. She responded passionately back to his kiss, her tongue dueling with his, as she reached down between them and found the button of this jeans. Just when she was beginning to wonder how she would be able to get them off his body he sat up, kneeling in front of her, and preceded to quickly rid her of her pants. As he slid them down her body he took her panties with them, leaving her naked before him. He stood at the end of the bed a rid himself of his remaining clothes.

Instead of sinking himself into her like he wanted, Oliver leaned over and nudged her legs apart. He pressed a kiss to the inside of both thighs before flicking his tongue of the tiny nub of flesh.

Chloe jerked under him and almost clamped her legs shut, but was stopped by his hands around her thigh. His tongue touched her again and she threw her head back as she cried out. “Oh god.” The pressure continued to build and she reached out blindly, gathering the sheets in her hands, and pulling away from him. In response he only pulled her back down the bed. When he finally stopped she wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed. Just as she began to catch her breath his fingers slid inside of her and she cried out. “Oliver.” She whimpered and reached for him as he moved up her body.

“What?” He pulled his fingers out and slid them back in. Her hips lifted off the bed, meeting his hands. “What do you want Chloe?” Oliver pressed his fingers deeper and massaged her clit with his thumb. Her body arched beneath him and he couldn’t help a small smirk as she whimpered and call out his name. “Tell me.” Oliver lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth. With a gentle bite she yanked him up by his hair and pulled his lips to hers.

Chloe pulled away from his kiss when he added another finger. “Please.”

“What Chloe?”

“I need you.” She reached down for his erection and wrapped her hand around it. “Inside me.” His fingers slid out of her and he positioned himself above her. She dropped her hand from him and wrapped her legs around his waste, locking her ankles tightly together.

Oliver pressed the tip of himself against her slick opening and slowly slid into her. He’d attempted to brace himself for it, but nothing could have prepared him for the feel of her surrounding him, squeezing him. When he was fully sheathed within her he dropped his head into the crook of her neck and groaned. “God Chloe.” She pressed her hips against his with a whimper and it took his hand on her hip to still her. “Wait.” With a few moments to adjust he began moving slowly inside of her.

Their pace was slow at first, but every time he slid into her he pushed hard and deep. Her body protested at first to the intrusion and she dug her nails into his back in response to each thrust. But eventually it all gave way to pleasure and she relaxed under him.

Oliver did his best to keep it slow, ending each deep inside of her, eliciting the same whimpers and gasps each time. Her hands clung to him, nails cutting into his skin. Her hips shifted up slightly and he sunk even deeper, forcing a moan from her body. Oliver squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head into the crook of her neck. He placed a desperate kiss on the side over her neck and rocked harder into her. “Chloe, I can’t….” How the hell was he supposed to tell her that he wasn’t able to hang on much longer?

“Harder.” His lips landed on hers hard, tongue pushing past her lips and kissing her greedily. Chloe’s chest heaved, pulling breath back into her deprived body once he pulled away. Just as she was about to reach for him he hooked her legs and dropped them on his shoulders. The muscles in her body complained at the unfamiliar position, but as he entered her she forgot everything.

Oliver grabbed her hips as they arched off the bed and held them firmly as he pounded back into her body.

“Oh god!” She wanted to reach for him, but he was too far. Instead she settled for grasping the sheets in her fists. He entered her again, hard and unrelentless. “Harder.” She gasped. When he slipped back into her Chloe bit her lip against the scream and was only slightly relieved when she only cried out.

With her body arching up against him, her screams, and commands for him to go harder he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. The last thing he had expected from his first time with Chloe was to be fucking her senseless. Good girls like her didn’t like that, he should have known better.

He tilted her hips higher, piercing something inside of her that left her crying out and her body arching against her will.

She screamed his name and he would have taken pleasure in it if it wasn’t for the fact that he finally let himself go at the first sound of her cries. He groaned out her name and jerked into her as she milked the last bit of him. The next thing he knew he was collapsed on top off her. Her small hands trailed soothingly up his back and he knew he should roll off of her small body, but he couldn’t move.

Chloe rolled her hips against him and moaned in pleasure. His hips jerked against hers and he pushed himself off of her body.

“Sensitive Chloe.” He rolled off of her and collapsed onto the bed.

Chloe watched Oliver in amusement. His eyes were closed and she would have thought him asleep if it wasn’t for his chest rising and falling at an unnatural pace. As if testing the waters she reached out and slid a finger down his slick chest and rested her hand over his beating heart. “I know you not sleeping.”

“Just trying to remember how to breathe.” Oliver opened his eyes slowly and turned his head to find her on her side, head propped up on her hand. Unknowingly his eyes drifted lower to her firm breasts and he felt himself begin to harden, but it was probably a lost cause. He wouldn’t be good for at least another two hours. Then at that point they would already be on their way to boarding the jet. Which meant it would probably be another ten hours before he could take her again. Mentally he scolded himself for already planning out when he would have sex with her again. With a groan he rolled onto his side to face her and pulled her hips closer to him. “As much as I’d like to lay in bed with you, I’d much rather get you back to Metropolis.”

“Me too.” She pressed her lips to his and slid a hand around his waist. “Just a couple of minutes though.”

Oliver pressed a kissed to her forehead and tucked her into his body. “Just a few minutes.”