Moving On 2/2
Title: Moving On 2/2
Category: Smallville
Rating: K
Summary: Three months after the events of Doomsday Oliver comes back to Metropolis to see Chloe and put the past behind them.
Notes: Hadn't planned on really doing a second part two this but I got a lot of good feedback about this story and I kind of had this scene stuck in my head. It iasn't near as long as the first chapter, but hopefully will give everyone some closure.
Chloe glanced to the door that had just closed. Bart and AC were the last to leave after an impromptu mission. Now only Chloe and Oliver remained. She turned her eyes to him and waited to see if he looked up, but instead his attention remained on a stack of papers and his laptop.
She took a sip of her coffee and turned back to her own work, but it didn’t take long for her to realize that her concentration was lost. “Ollie?”
“Hm?”
She bit the inside of her lip, debating on whether she should continue. For weeks she’d been sidetracked, unable to think. “I need to talk to you.” His brown eyes met hers sending her heart into a beating frenzy. Chloe knew exactly what was going on.
“What?”
His eyes stared back at her, waiting patiently for her response. “Thank you, you know for everything you’ve done since you came back. You didn’t have to.”
“Chloe, I didn’t do anything.” But he knew what she meant; he recalled her desperation that night. They hadn’t ever spoken of it, but he knew it lingered in the back of her head as it did his.
“It may not seem like much to you, but it did to me. You being here. You could have just returned to Star City. But you stayed.” The reason behind it was what bothered her. It was as if that night was a dream, it seemed so long ago in her mind.
“I told you I would.” She smiled softly and turned back to her laptop. His work forgotten, Oliver studied her face. She had to know he was staring at her, but she didn’t acknowledge him. Oliver had known Chloe long enough to recognize when her mind had gone into overdrive. “That isn’t it. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Chloe began to type, anything to distract herself from his prying gaze. It had seemed so right in the beginning to tell him how she felt, now her fear only reminded her of the mistake she was about to make.
“You’re lying. What’s going on?”
Chloe heard his laptop snap shut and she was looking up at him before she could stop herself. “I just…” His gaze was hard and demanding, and before he could force it out of her she was shutting her computer and shoving it into her bag. “I’m just having a bad day. You know how it is.” She zipped it up and grabbed for her purse. Somehow she was able to force herself to look back into his hardened eyes. “Just one of my overly emotional days. I think I’ll feel better if I go home and get some sleep.” She stood up, slinging her bags over her shoulder and darted strait for the door.
Oliver was on her heals in an instant. Bad days she had, but she never ran from him. He snatched her wrist in his hand and pulled her back around to face him. “Tell me.”
His voice wasn’t demanding or pleading, just kind, and that was ultimately what broke her. “I just can’t think. I’ve been so scattered.” Chloe shook her head and tried to shake away her jumbled thoughts. He had to think her crazy. “You know when you first came back I was so relieved. I believed you when you said you’d stay. But it’s been months and I know any minute you could pick up and leave. You said you’d stay but one day you’re going to move on with your life.”
“I told you I’d stay, I meant it.” He shook his head in confusion and dropped her wrist. “What would make you think I’d changed my mind?” Her face seemed to worry at his question and her face turned away from him, blinking furiously and looking out of the window. She dropped her head down, but not before he saw a tear escape the corner of her eyes. Oliver slowly reached up and slid her bag from her shoulder, worried that she would pull away from him at any moment. But her shoulders only slumped, allowing him to slide the straps down. “Why would you think I would leave?”
“You just…” She wiped her eyes, angry with herself at her inability to hide her tears from him. “You just don’t say anything. And I don’t know what’s going on with me. I wasn’t ready for this, but you were here for me. I couldn’t even stop what I was feeling, but when you never said anything again after that night…” Chloe didn’t allow her eyes to leave the floor, but she could tell his posture hadn’t changed. “I think I’d feel better if I just went home.” She reached for the bags on the floor, but his hand wrapped around hers, stopping her.
“Look at me.” Slowly her eyes lifted towards him, filled with tears that were ready to spill. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t think you wanted to hear it.” She looked away form again, but this time he caught her cheek in his hand and cradled it. “A man doesn’t like getting shot down on a regular bases.” She released a small laugh and he felt confident enough to go further. “Nothing has changed since six months ago.” She looked up at him with hope in her eyes and he almost groaned, remembering the last time she had given him that look. “And I warned you then not to look at me like that.”
“I swore to myself that there wouldn’t be anyone. That I couldn’t move on because it wasn’t right. But I still needed to hear it.” Chloe looked away. “I feel guilty.”
He tilted his head and looked at her thoughtfully. “Why do you feel guilty?” He asked gently. But she just shook her head, still reluctant to admit totally to him what he was beginning to understand. “Talk to me.”
“I didn’t want to feel this again. I shouldn’t be able to. It just isn’t right.”
Oliver cradled her cheek in this hand and wrapped his hand around her neck, gently tilting her head until she was looking at him. “I haven’t waited for you this long because it was wrong. You’re the only thing that feels right.”
“You can’t be sure.” It wasn’t right to undermine his feelings, but it was a last ditch effort to make herself believe it was nothing.
“We’ve talked about this. I am sure.” Oliver searched her face and frowned. “You want me to tell you I’m not so you can retreat back into this hole you’ve made for yourself. You’re miserable and you feel like you should be. You feel guilty for moving on with your life when Jimmy can’t.” She tried to pull away from him, but he grabbed her wrist and stepped closer. “But you still want to hear that I want you. I’m still here because I’m waiting and hoping that you’ll feel the same way I do one day.”
“Why would you wait for that?” Chloe said tearfully. It was the guilt and the disappointment in her ability to ignore her feelings, but it was also his words that pulled at her heart.
“Because there is no one else for me. You’re the one I want.” He lowered his head and rested his forehead against her own. “I love you, I don’t have any choice but to wait for you.”
“You don’t love me.” Chloe cried, but her hands went to his shirt and clung to the material in desperation, wishing it wasn’t true and hoping at the same time that it was.
“Chloe, I love you more then anything else in my life. I don’t expect you to feel the same way, and in fact I know you don’t. That’s fine. But I don’t want anyone else, so all I have is time to wait for you.” Her hands pulled at his shirt, pulling his body closer to hers. Oliver released her wrist and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her gently against him.
“Ollie.”
His name escaped her lips sounding like a sigh and he felt himself tense. The way she said his name was even more painful then the looks she gave him. “What do you want Chloe?”
“Kiss me.” Her voice shook with fear and anticipation, but those feelings were nothing compared to the ones that flooded her body as his lips made contact with hers. For a while she had feared that when and if they kissed she’d push him away, overcome with guilt for betraying Jimmy, and unable to go through with it. But all she could think of was Oliver. With his lips moving against hers, and his arms around her, pulling her closer to his body, she finally realized how much she needed him.
Her body arched into him, soft curves melding against him. His fingers itched to slide under the hem of her t-shirt, and that was when he knew he needed to pull away. “Chloe…”
“Sorry.” She dropped her eyes and began to pull away. His hand fell to her hip and tightened.
“Don’t.” He said sharply and dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hip, keeping her close. “I don’t want you to apologize. I want you, but I’m not going to chance it on you not being ready.” He dropped his head and touched his lips to her cheek in a gentle kiss. Slowly, almost fearing she might jump away like a scared animal, he circled his arm back around her waist, pulling her against him. “But I’m not letting you go now.” He whispered softly into her ear.
She shuddered against him, almost scared of his intensity. But even as scared as she was to confront her growing feelings for Oliver she couldn’t ignore him. As the days drew on she found she needed him more and more. His lips brushed her cheek, seeking her own. She opened herself to him, slowly wrapping her arms around his neck.
Category: Smallville
Rating: K
Summary: Three months after the events of Doomsday Oliver comes back to Metropolis to see Chloe and put the past behind them.
Notes: Hadn't planned on really doing a second part two this but I got a lot of good feedback about this story and I kind of had this scene stuck in my head. It iasn't near as long as the first chapter, but hopefully will give everyone some closure.
Chloe glanced to the door that had just closed. Bart and AC were the last to leave after an impromptu mission. Now only Chloe and Oliver remained. She turned her eyes to him and waited to see if he looked up, but instead his attention remained on a stack of papers and his laptop.
She took a sip of her coffee and turned back to her own work, but it didn’t take long for her to realize that her concentration was lost. “Ollie?”
“Hm?”
She bit the inside of her lip, debating on whether she should continue. For weeks she’d been sidetracked, unable to think. “I need to talk to you.” His brown eyes met hers sending her heart into a beating frenzy. Chloe knew exactly what was going on.
“What?”
His eyes stared back at her, waiting patiently for her response. “Thank you, you know for everything you’ve done since you came back. You didn’t have to.”
“Chloe, I didn’t do anything.” But he knew what she meant; he recalled her desperation that night. They hadn’t ever spoken of it, but he knew it lingered in the back of her head as it did his.
“It may not seem like much to you, but it did to me. You being here. You could have just returned to Star City. But you stayed.” The reason behind it was what bothered her. It was as if that night was a dream, it seemed so long ago in her mind.
“I told you I would.” She smiled softly and turned back to her laptop. His work forgotten, Oliver studied her face. She had to know he was staring at her, but she didn’t acknowledge him. Oliver had known Chloe long enough to recognize when her mind had gone into overdrive. “That isn’t it. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Chloe began to type, anything to distract herself from his prying gaze. It had seemed so right in the beginning to tell him how she felt, now her fear only reminded her of the mistake she was about to make.
“You’re lying. What’s going on?”
Chloe heard his laptop snap shut and she was looking up at him before she could stop herself. “I just…” His gaze was hard and demanding, and before he could force it out of her she was shutting her computer and shoving it into her bag. “I’m just having a bad day. You know how it is.” She zipped it up and grabbed for her purse. Somehow she was able to force herself to look back into his hardened eyes. “Just one of my overly emotional days. I think I’ll feel better if I go home and get some sleep.” She stood up, slinging her bags over her shoulder and darted strait for the door.
Oliver was on her heals in an instant. Bad days she had, but she never ran from him. He snatched her wrist in his hand and pulled her back around to face him. “Tell me.”
His voice wasn’t demanding or pleading, just kind, and that was ultimately what broke her. “I just can’t think. I’ve been so scattered.” Chloe shook her head and tried to shake away her jumbled thoughts. He had to think her crazy. “You know when you first came back I was so relieved. I believed you when you said you’d stay. But it’s been months and I know any minute you could pick up and leave. You said you’d stay but one day you’re going to move on with your life.”
“I told you I’d stay, I meant it.” He shook his head in confusion and dropped her wrist. “What would make you think I’d changed my mind?” Her face seemed to worry at his question and her face turned away from him, blinking furiously and looking out of the window. She dropped her head down, but not before he saw a tear escape the corner of her eyes. Oliver slowly reached up and slid her bag from her shoulder, worried that she would pull away from him at any moment. But her shoulders only slumped, allowing him to slide the straps down. “Why would you think I would leave?”
“You just…” She wiped her eyes, angry with herself at her inability to hide her tears from him. “You just don’t say anything. And I don’t know what’s going on with me. I wasn’t ready for this, but you were here for me. I couldn’t even stop what I was feeling, but when you never said anything again after that night…” Chloe didn’t allow her eyes to leave the floor, but she could tell his posture hadn’t changed. “I think I’d feel better if I just went home.” She reached for the bags on the floor, but his hand wrapped around hers, stopping her.
“Look at me.” Slowly her eyes lifted towards him, filled with tears that were ready to spill. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t think you wanted to hear it.” She looked away form again, but this time he caught her cheek in his hand and cradled it. “A man doesn’t like getting shot down on a regular bases.” She released a small laugh and he felt confident enough to go further. “Nothing has changed since six months ago.” She looked up at him with hope in her eyes and he almost groaned, remembering the last time she had given him that look. “And I warned you then not to look at me like that.”
“I swore to myself that there wouldn’t be anyone. That I couldn’t move on because it wasn’t right. But I still needed to hear it.” Chloe looked away. “I feel guilty.”
He tilted his head and looked at her thoughtfully. “Why do you feel guilty?” He asked gently. But she just shook her head, still reluctant to admit totally to him what he was beginning to understand. “Talk to me.”
“I didn’t want to feel this again. I shouldn’t be able to. It just isn’t right.”
Oliver cradled her cheek in this hand and wrapped his hand around her neck, gently tilting her head until she was looking at him. “I haven’t waited for you this long because it was wrong. You’re the only thing that feels right.”
“You can’t be sure.” It wasn’t right to undermine his feelings, but it was a last ditch effort to make herself believe it was nothing.
“We’ve talked about this. I am sure.” Oliver searched her face and frowned. “You want me to tell you I’m not so you can retreat back into this hole you’ve made for yourself. You’re miserable and you feel like you should be. You feel guilty for moving on with your life when Jimmy can’t.” She tried to pull away from him, but he grabbed her wrist and stepped closer. “But you still want to hear that I want you. I’m still here because I’m waiting and hoping that you’ll feel the same way I do one day.”
“Why would you wait for that?” Chloe said tearfully. It was the guilt and the disappointment in her ability to ignore her feelings, but it was also his words that pulled at her heart.
“Because there is no one else for me. You’re the one I want.” He lowered his head and rested his forehead against her own. “I love you, I don’t have any choice but to wait for you.”
“You don’t love me.” Chloe cried, but her hands went to his shirt and clung to the material in desperation, wishing it wasn’t true and hoping at the same time that it was.
“Chloe, I love you more then anything else in my life. I don’t expect you to feel the same way, and in fact I know you don’t. That’s fine. But I don’t want anyone else, so all I have is time to wait for you.” Her hands pulled at his shirt, pulling his body closer to hers. Oliver released her wrist and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her gently against him.
“Ollie.”
His name escaped her lips sounding like a sigh and he felt himself tense. The way she said his name was even more painful then the looks she gave him. “What do you want Chloe?”
“Kiss me.” Her voice shook with fear and anticipation, but those feelings were nothing compared to the ones that flooded her body as his lips made contact with hers. For a while she had feared that when and if they kissed she’d push him away, overcome with guilt for betraying Jimmy, and unable to go through with it. But all she could think of was Oliver. With his lips moving against hers, and his arms around her, pulling her closer to his body, she finally realized how much she needed him.
Her body arched into him, soft curves melding against him. His fingers itched to slide under the hem of her t-shirt, and that was when he knew he needed to pull away. “Chloe…”
“Sorry.” She dropped her eyes and began to pull away. His hand fell to her hip and tightened.
“Don’t.” He said sharply and dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hip, keeping her close. “I don’t want you to apologize. I want you, but I’m not going to chance it on you not being ready.” He dropped his head and touched his lips to her cheek in a gentle kiss. Slowly, almost fearing she might jump away like a scared animal, he circled his arm back around her waist, pulling her against him. “But I’m not letting you go now.” He whispered softly into her ear.
She shuddered against him, almost scared of his intensity. But even as scared as she was to confront her growing feelings for Oliver she couldn’t ignore him. As the days drew on she found she needed him more and more. His lips brushed her cheek, seeking her own. She opened herself to him, slowly wrapping her arms around his neck.