Seeing Her 10/10
Title: Seeing Her 10/10
Category: Smallville
Rating: M
Summary: After an accident Chloe and Oliver get to know each other in a different way and Oliver finds himself really seeing Chloe for the first time.
Notes: It's a miracle, I finished. I am so glad I saw this through. And I think I am pretty satisfied with how it turned out. I always lag around towards the end and I think that somehow makes me a little unhappy with the endings someimtes. But I hope it's what you've been waiting. Thanks to everyone for the reviews and for reading through my horrible misspellings. I hope you enjoy, and if you leave reviews I might be more inclined to right again soon. I've been racking my brain all day for another plot.
Chloe dropped her clutch on the table and turned around to face Oliver. To her relief he wasn’t standing directly behind her, she wasn't ready just yet. Instead he was digging through his pockets and emptying them out onto the small table near the sofa. When he looked up at her she smiled. “Is it just me or is there a big elephant in the room.”
“Huge.” Oliver shed his jacket and pulled at the tie. After tossing it to the side he took a couple of steps forward and enveloped one of her hands in his. “I couldn’t imagine what it was about.”
His arm wrapped around her waist and she found herself flush against his lean body. “No, me neither.” She whispered and wrapped her hands around his biceps for leverage as he leaned into her. His lips were gentle against hers, not persistent as they had been earlier. She melded to him perfectly, his hard body fitting against her soft one. His kisses started off soft and inviting, probing deeper only when she opened her mouth to him. One firm hand slipped from her back and grasped her hip tightly, pulling her against him. Chloe moaned into his mouth and wrench it away. “This dress,” she whispered huskily, “get the damn thing off.”
“In that much of a rush?” He grinned against her mouth and pressed a kiss against it, his hands all the while moving to find whatever contraption held the dress together.”For the love of…”
“Here.” Chloe turned in his arms so that her back faced him. “It hooks down the back. Good luck.” It had taken her a long time of cursing and screaming before she had been able to hook herself up.
Oliver frowned at the dress and began to pain stakingly release each hook from its hole. “I guess it’s a good thing we weren’t in a rush.”
“Or that my dress was on fire.”
Oliver grinned and pressed a kiss against her bare shoulder.
As the dress began to give around her stomach she sighed in relief. “You don’t know how good that felt.”
He did he realized as her back become exposed to reveal a lacy green strapless bra. Oliver slid the loose garment and pushed it down over her hips revealing a matching thong and garter belt. “Jeez Chloe.” The dressed pooled around her ankles, exposing her thigh highs.
Chloe turned around and kicked the dress to the side. “I didn’t go overboard did I?” Rough hands came in contact with her back side and slid lower to her thighs. Chloe yelped as she felt herself being lifted off the ground. She wrapped her legs and arms around him instinctively.
“What do you think?” He whispered huskily and tightened his arms around her.
As he moved them out of the living room and down the hallway she tightened her legs around his waist and shoved her fingers into his blond spiky hair, pulling his face to hers. When he kissed her back it wasn’t chaste and it wasn’t sweet. It was hard and fast and full of intention. The door to his room hit the wall with a loud bang.
She giggled into his mouth and he grinned against her. Once his legs hit the mattress he lowered her gently on top of it and stood up. “Hopefully there isn’t a hole.”
“Hopefully.” Chloe sat up so that she was kneeling in front of him. “Too many clothes.” Chloe worked the buttons of his shirt quickly and pulled it from his pants. As she slid it from his arms she groaned at the t-shirt. “And too many shirts.”
Oliver took it from her fisted hands and pulled the shirt over his head. With a gentle shove from his hand on her waist she went tumbling to the bed. “That was nothing compared to the torture of your dress.” She grinned wickedly up at him. “You won’t be needing these.”
One of his hands surrounded her calf and for the first time she cursed the thigh highs that covered her legs. His hand slid slowly down her leg to her ankle and proceeded to slip off the high heel shoe.
“Unless you were planning on going somewhere?” The other shoe soon fell to the floor with its mate. Oliver kicked off his own and he leaned over her body.
“No.” She whispered and crawled backwards on the bed until her head touchesdthe pillows. She wanted to say something smart, but as he crawled up her body and presses a knee between her legs she is at a loss for words. As his body settles on top of hers he kisses and she moans softly into his mouth as her legs separate to accommodate for the width of his body. His hands are everywhere, sliding over her breasts, down her stomach, down her thighs and back up again. She arches up closer, pressing herself against his erection.
“Getting you undressed is like unwrapping a present.” Oliver says against her lips and trails his mouth down to her neck as he slides his hands underneath her back. The hooks slide out of their holes easily enough and the bra, being strapless, comes right off. As he draws one nipple into his mouth she rakes her nails down his bare back, holding him against her as she arched against him.
“Ollie.” Chloe whimpered and cradled his face in her hands, pulling him away from her breast. He slid back up her body, bare chest rubbing sensuously against her nipples. The hard length of him settled against her center and she whimpered into his mouth, gasping as he grabbed one of her hips in his hands and forced her against him. She slid her hands between them, hands working furiously on his belt, growling finally when she realized her attempts were futile. He chuckled against her lips and she would have been annoyed that he found humor in the situation if he hadn’t sounded so sexy. “Help would be nice.”
“I’m not done.” Oliver smirked down at her and trailed his lips down her body, stopping longer over her breasts, before kissing a trail over her stomach. “You know,” he flicked and the satin strap that connected the garter belt to her thigh highs, “you’re only spoiling me.”
Chloe scoffed down at him. “This from the man who flew me across the country and bought me a dress?”
“I can’t help it that I have better moves then the average man.” He pressed a kiss below her bellow button and hooked his finger around her thong and garter belt.
“No,” she fought against the urge to rub her legs together as he slid the lace down and over her hips, “I suppose not.” He slid down the bed, pulling the lace down her legs and the thigh highs with it until she lay completely bare before him. “Your turn.” She waved a hand at him, referring to the fact that he was still in his pants.
“Patience is a virtue.” But he didn’t waste any time ridding himself of the rest of his clothing. All he could think about was sinking into her. He’d wanted to have her ever since she showed up at his townhouse earlier that afternoon.
Chloe stared at the long length of him and felt herself shudder in anticipation of having him inside of her. As he guided her legs apart she almost opted to grab him by his hair and pull him up her body, determined to feel him inside of her. But his head lowered, and when his tongue made contact she lost any reasonable thought and cried out. The tension in her began to grow as his tongue and mouth brought her closer and closer to the edge. “Ollie.” He sucked harder at the small nub of flesh and she gasped, squeezing her legs closed only to have him push them back down with his hands. “Please, Ollie-.” She broke off, inhaling sharply and unable to speak. Speaking was useless. Instead she grabbed his spiky strands and pulled harder then she should have, determined to pull him back to her level.
This time he relented, his erection painfully hard. She pulled him down, kissing him hard and deep as she wrapped her legs around him, rubbing against the length of him. He groaned into her mouth, and unable to hold out any longer he grasped the length of him in one hand and slid into her warm wetness.
A strangled gasped escaped her lips as he filled her. “Oh god.” She whimpered into his neck and dug her nails into his back barely noticing him groan into her neck and squeeze her hip almost painfully. Slowly, he started a steady rhythm, pulling out and slowly sliding back in. His lips trailed over hers and down her neck, and then he was kissing her again. “Ollie, please.”
He was more than happy to oblige. Oliver slipped an around beneath her, arching her body up off the bed as he sat up into a kneeling position. Sliding his hands over her body, Oliver finally stilled them on her hips, grasping at the soft flesh and pulling her against him, forcing himself in further, demanding everything she had to give.
“Oliver.” She whimpered below him and grasped at the comforter when she found he was too far to reach for. No longer did he enter her body with long slow strokes, instead he pressed into her hard and fast, making her body twist beneath him, her hands fist in the sheets, and her mouth part as she whimpered and cried out as he slid home every time. It wasn’t long before the pressure began to build and she was pressing closer to him. “Oh god, Oliver please.”
Oliver lowered himself over her, pulling her body flush against his own. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him into her and he dropped his head into her neck with a groan. With a shaky sigh he pushed himself up on his arms and looked down at her. For a moment he felt as if he wanted to say something, because being with her wasn’t just about sex. Being with her was different than any other woman he’d ever known. She was different and their circumstances were different. He felt no fear of rejection from her, not the foreboding of an end, because after all, it had always ended with other woman. There had never been anyone he could trust. Then he’d found someone, who he’d happened upon on accident, and hadn’t even realized had been in front of him the entire time. “I feel like I should say something.” She grinned up at him.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Chloe brought a hand to his cheek and rubbed her palm over it. “If you stop now to talk I’ll kill you.”
Oliver smirked down at her and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. Once he began moving again she moaned into his mouth and her legs squeezed his body, her nails digging into his back painfully, but he didn’t stop.
Wrenching her mouth away, Chloe threw her head back, digging her nails deeper as her orgasm took her, forcing her to scream as pleasure ripped through her body. His hips moved harder against her, making her cry out with each desperate thrust even as she rode the last wave of her orgasm.
A few thrusts later he was following behind her, groaning and panting into her neck, fisting the sheets in his hands. “God Chloe.” His body shuttered over her as she milked him for everything he was worth until he finally collapsed on top of her, barely holding his own weight. A few deep breaths later he pushed himself to the side, collapsing onto his back.
Chloe rolled over into his side and rested her chin on his chest. “Falling asleep on my already?” His eyes opened slowly, brown eyes meeting hers. She smiled at him.
“Maybe.” He smirked and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against him. As she settled her cheek against his chest he pressed a kiss to her damp brow. “Go to sleep. You’ve got a long flight back to Metropolis tomorrow and I’m sure you won’t be sleeping through the night.”
She tilted her head up and looked at him. “Why?” One eyebrow arched at her in amusement as he smirked. “Oh.” She slid a leg over his body, rolling her hips forwards slightly as her body responded to his suggestion. She should go to sleep like he suggested, but instead she slowly slid her hand over his narrow hips grasping him in her hand. “Or I could just sleep on the jet.”
“You’re sure about this right?” Lois questioned again. Chloe sighed in exasperation, but Lois paid her no mind. “Look, your packed up, your stuff on a truck somewhere heading to Star City. But you could always change your mind.”
“Lois, I love you.” Chloe stopped in her tracks, turned to Lois, and grasped her shoulder. “But give it a rest.” She turned away again and continued walking with a shake of her head.
“We just want to make sure.” Clark said with a frown as they entered the hanger and the Queen Industries jet came into site.
“You don’t need to make sure. I’m sure.”
“And what if it doesn’t work, what if Oliver-.”
Chloe stopped and turned to him. “Clark, stop it with all the doom and gloom. I’m a big girl.”
“Plus, I’m standing right here.”
She turned at the familiar voice and spotted its owner walking down the steps from the jet. Launching into a run would have been ridiculous, but luckily the distance to him only required a fast paced walk before she was in his arms. “What are you doing here?”
“I haven’t seen you in a whole week.” Oliver encircled her waist with his hands and pushed her gently back so that she could look at her. “And this is a big change for you. I didn’t want you to do it alone.” Her face lit up and for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what he did to deserve that kind of reaction. He wanted to make her happy, but he wasn’t always sure he’d be able to do so, and it scared him.
“I should have figured you’d be here.” His head was lower now, warm breath brushing against her lips.
“I wouldn’t be very good at surprising you if you could figure it out.” He closed the distance and just as he pressed his tongue against her lips, begging entrance, a loud cough could be heard. With a soft growl he pulled away. “Clark, Lois.”
“So I see you’re here to whisk my cousin off to Star City.”
“Lois I already told you-.”
“Yea, yea I know. It’s a good opportunity and isn’t all about Oliver.” Lois rolled her eyes. “You know the persistence in which Oliver has pursued you makes me think otherwise. But that’s beside the point. Ya’ll better not screw this up.” She sighed and wrapped her arms around Chloe. “If you’re sure about this.”
Chloe smiled and blinked away the tears in her eyes as she hugged her cousin back. “I am.”
“Don’t be a stranger okay. Especially since Oliver seems to be willing to whisk you around the country on whim. You don’t have an excuse not to visit.” She pulled away, wiping at one eye. “Now go hug that big lug.” Lois turned to Oliver and narrowed her eyes at him when Chloe stepped away. “If you screw this up I’ll gut you like a pig.”
Chloe stopped in front of Clark and waited patiently. Finally he sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat and wrapped her in his large arms. “Oh Clark, I’m sorry. I just, I just-.”
“It’s okay. I understand. I want you to be happy, and as much as I hate to say it Oliver seems to be making you happier then you have been in a long time. And it isn’t like we won’t see each other often. Oliver flies in to Metropolis often enough and I can be in Star City in seconds.”
She nodded into his shoulder, unable to even speak. When his arms loosened around her she wiped the tears away. “Thanks Clark. You don’t know what that mean to me.”
“Well you owe me.” He grinned. “Leaving me alone with this predator.”
“I heard that! You’re no peach either farmboy!”
Chloe chuckled through her tears and looked up at him through bleary eyes. “Just don’t wait too long Clark.” She said softly. “To tell her.” He frowned slightly at her words then nodded. With one final hug and a more goodbyes she found herself walking up the steps into the jet. She took a seat close to the window, wanting to watch every bit of Metropolis as she left it behind.
“Chloe.” She looked up at him as he sat. “You do realize we will probably be back here in two weeks right?” She only nodded, still holding back tears. Throughout his life Oliver had homes everywhere; he supposed he really couldn’t understand what she was going through.
“I know, I guess it’s just a little scary.” He took her hand in his and pressed a kiss against the back of it.
“I’ll be there with you the whole way.” Oliver lifted his hand, gently brushing the tears from her cheeks and pushing stray strands of blond hair behind her ears.
“You swear?” She whispered hesitantly, for the first time having doubts.
“I swear.” He pressed a kiss against her lips and pulled back. “You’re all I want. I wouldn’t have gone through all this if I felt otherwise. Do you know how long I’ve waited for you?”
She wanted to say something I response, but as she looked up into his eyes and saw the intense desperation there she was speechless. Instead she did the only thing she could do, she kissed him.