The Fall 15/15
Title: The Fall 15/?
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sometimes even a hero needs to be saved.
Notes: The ending is abrupt, but it's going to end here just because I haven't really had an urge to finish it. I eventually might do a prologue, but not at this time.
Oliver slept on the sofa in his bedroom. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t have lain next to her, it was the feel of her cold dead body that he couldn’t handle. If she were warm, face flushed with color, he would have lain at her side, holding her until she woke up. But her body was so limp and cold that he couldn’t bear it. After a few hours her lips had taken on a blue hue, purplish smudges appeared under her eyes, and dark veins seemed to become more prominent beneath her pale skin.
Clark had called once and stopped by twice. His concern didn’t seem to be as deep as Oliver’s. Perhaps it was because he’d seen Chloe in this position before or because Clark’s relationship with Chloe was totally different from Oliver’s. If Oliver was honest with himself he was just glad Clark hadn’t stuck around. The last thing he needed was Clark noticing how much Chloe affected him, even if he could already see it. And most of all, Oliver didn’t want Clark around when she woke up. Oliver was still trying to work out exactly how he felt. Never before could he remember being so confused about one person. There were so many things wrong with his feelings for Chloe, but at the same time those feelings felt right.
For the next day he remained at her side, working from his laptop and his phone, waiting for her to open her eyes.
Sometime after six as Oliver sat next to his bed, resting his head against the back of the chair, eyes closed, he heard a gasp of air. Opening his eyes, Oliver turned sharply to Chloe. She was already sitting up, eyes wide and staring straight ahead. What do you say to someone who’d been all but dead? At a loss for words, he simply uttered, “hey.”
She gasped at the voice that broke the silence and turned to find Oliver sliding from the chair next to his bed to take a seat on the edge of the mattress. “Hey.” In the dim light she tried to make out his face. Sometimes he wore his heart on his sleeve and then other times he was a mask of calm indifference, hiding what he truly felt. At that moment she couldn’t make out one emotion on his face. As she had healed Tess she had tried to reason with herself that she would have to accept his anger, but there was no anger on his face. In fact, he seemed rather calm.
His eyes lowered to her chest, watching as it rose and fell as breath filled and escaped her lungs. When he looked back to her face she was staring out the window, her brow drawn slightly together. “What?”
Chloe turned back to him. There were so many other things she wanted to ask him but she didn’t. “What time is it?”
“Just after six in the afternoon. You were out for seventeen hours.” Her brow rose. “What?”
“That’s an improvement.” The way his jaw tensed was evident and she mentally scolded herself for making light of what had just happened. Even Clark, who had seen her die twice, still wasn’t accustomed to it.
“Are you okay?”
There was a flatness to his tone that she didn’t like that matched the blank look on his face. Clark had brought her to Oliver like she had asked, so Chloe could only assume that she had been there the entire time. Considering that it was Oliver’s penthouse she could also believe that he had been with her most of the time. Also, considering how insistent he had been on keeping her safe from Tess, she believed that he would have been angry with her for harming herself for Tess’s sake. Something was off with his behavior. She wasn’t sure what it was, but he was upset. Whether he was angry or hurt she couldn’t be sure, but there was something behind his mask. “I’m sorry.” She wasn’t even sure what she was apologizing for. Perhaps it was disobeying his request to stay away from Tess, for taking an action without consulting with him, for risking her life, or maybe for just making him watch her frozen and dead for the past seventeen hours.
The angry part of him wanted to know how she could possibly apologize for putting him through what she just did. But another part of him recognized her sacrifice, and couldn’t hate her for it, because she’d done it for him. It had been his plan to use Tess. Chloe had never been supportive of it, and over the past week or so had more than once tried to talk him out of it. Yet she still sacrificed herself for something she hadn’t even believed in, just because he had believed it would work. Oliver understood all of that, but there was no way of putting into words the way it made him feel.
“I should call Clark.” Oliver moved to stand from the bed, focusing again on the facts. Clark and then Tess. He wouldn’t think about Chloe. But her hand surrounded his wrist, holding him back. He could have pulled away, but something in him wouldn’t let him leave her.
He sat back down and she tried again. “I’m sorry Oliver.” She said desperately, becoming more panicked by the second at the nonchalant, cold attitude. “I mean I know it wasn’t safe and I shouldn’t have rushed into it. But there wasn’t any time; I didn’t know what else to do.” Still she received no response. “I mean what if you were right and she was the only way to find Lex. I just didn’t-.” His palm brushed her cheek and she faltered, eyes closing with a sigh as his hand cupped her face and his thumb brushed over her cheekbone. “I just didn’t know what else to do.” She whispered. When she opened her eyes again, gone was the stoic mask, his brow now furrowed in what appeared to be worry. She opened her mouth to question him but she was cut off when he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers.
She released a small whimper as he drew her bottom lip into his mouth. As he slid his tongue over the seam of her lips she opened to him, allowing him entrance. His kiss grew hard, passionate, greedily taking from her the comfort and assurance she always provided. There was a deeper need though, almost a desperateness. Because she could have died, Clark had finally revealed to him that they never were sure if one day she might not wake up. Remembering again that she could be dead, that the one thing he had found to keep him afloat had been almost ripped from him, Oliver pulled away, not releasing her, but placing a few inches between their lips. “I’m not angry.”
Chloe nodded, to relieved to even care why a man known for having a short temper wasn’t angry.
“I’m not happy about this.” She seemed to deflate slightly. “But I don’t care about that right now.”
For the second time Chloe opened her mouth to question him, but his lips connected with her own and this time his tongue didn’t beg entrance. His lips were demanding and she found herself grasping at his upper arm to keep up right. His fingers slid into her hair, cradling her head in his hand. He’d kissed her before like that, but this was different. This was raw, desperate need of her. His body rose from the bed and for a moment she feared he was pulling away, but the comforter that was covering her body was quickly thrown to the side and then she felt his body pushing against her own, pressing her into the mattress. His knee pressed between her legs, separating them, and as his body settled between her thighs, she pulled away from his passionate assault just slightly and released a shuddering breath into his mouth. “I thought you said to wait.”
“Do you need to?” She shook her head quickly. “Then I don’t care.” He pressed his lips against hers again, this time remembering how cold her body had been only minutes ago. Sliding a hand under her shirt he took comfort in the warm expanse of skin. As he slid his hand higher and over the cup of her bra she arched up into his hand, welcoming his touch. The barrier of cloth only frustrated him and he slid his hand down her body and to her thigh then back up again underneath the small pair of sleeping shorts she was still clad in. Oliver grasped the soft skin of her backside, yanking her up and against him, pressing her hard against his erection. She whimpered and rubbed mercilessly against it. Fighting back a curse he released her again and leaned back onto his knees.
Chloe heaved as his lips broke from her own, drawing in air greedily. But he didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath as he tugged at the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. Planting her hands in the mattress, Chloe pushed herself up and then grabbed the shirt from his hands and yanked it over her head. She fell back onto the bed and when he leaned back over her he propped himself up on one hand and slid the other under her back. When she realized his fingers were working the clasp of her bra she couldn’t control the small intake of breath. The path they were on was obvious, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t nervous. The clasp was undone in seconds and as he slid the straps from her arms he lowered his head and kissed her. It wasn’t hard and passionate as it had been only moments before. Instead it seemed more reassuring then anything. Seconds later he pulled away, tossing her bra to the side, and yanking his shirt off. When his body finally settled on top of her again she couldn’t help the sigh of pleasure that escaped her mouth as his bare skin touched her own.
He drew her bottom lip into his mouth, gently sucking on it. He felt her hand grasp his neck as she rubbed her body against his. The need in him throbbed harder, but he didn’t push her. There was no rush. With every other woman he’d been with, there had been the need to rush, because if he slowed it down then he’d regret it. With those other woman he hadn’t known them, and he hadn’t wanted to enjoy it, he hadn’t wanted to take his time. It had only been about being in the moment, satisfying some need. But with Chloe it was different, and it struck him suddenly, almost as if the realization had been waiting for the most inopportune moment to strike, that he had treated her most cruelly out of any woman he’d ever known. Even Tess, who he’d known was of questionable character; he’d gone out of his way to win her back. Chloe had her faults, but she was one of the most honest, sacrificing people he had ever known, and he had treated her like the enemy for over a year. Oliver pulled away and felt his stomach twist with guilt. His physical need to be inside of her began dying away as looked down at her, forcing himself to remember every hurtful thing he’s said and done to her.
The pain on his face was the most honest thing she’d seen that evening, and she didn’t like it. She slid her fingers through his blond hair and looked up at him with concern. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry.” She looked up at him in confusion. But he wasn’t confused, for the first time he finally understood, he finally found the words he wanted to say. “For everything. For my behavior, the way I treated you, for not being there when Clark and Lois were gone.” He wanted to apologize for Jimmy but he couldn’t. A small part of him felt guilty for not saying so, but the selfish part of him couldn’t say his name out of fear she might pull away from him at the mention of her deceased husband’s name.
“It’s okay.” Chloe said honestly. She’d assumed on her own that he was sorry for his actions, but she hadn’t been waiting for an apology. Yet to hear him admit to it all pulled at her heart, because she could see it in his face that he honestly regretted it.
“No, it’s not.” There was no way it could be. He’d abused her friendship for so long and then when he suddenly realized that he wanted her he’d only allowed it for his own needs, for his own comfort.
“I’m here.” Chloe slid her palm over his cheek and cradled it gently. “Because I want to be here, because it is okay, we’re okay.”
He wanted to argue with her, but couldn’t find the strength. He’d sat there for seventeen hours watching over her dead body and all he wanted was to feel her soft, warm skin against his own, sink into her and hear her cry out for him. Oliver studied her face for one more moment then pressed a soft kiss against her lips and began trailing them over her jaw and down her neck.
Chloe watched him silently move down in anticipation. She knew where he was going, but that still hadn’t prepared her as he took one nipple into his mouth. Her breath shuddered as she exhaled. As she inhaled again she raised her chest to him and threaded her fingers through his blond hair, holding him against her breast. His other hand attended to her other breast and soon her hips rose against him of their own accord, trying to ease some of the need growing within her. As his mouth pulled away and pressed a kiss between the valley of her breasts, she looked down and met his brown eyes. She almost begged him not to stop when his mouth brushed over her other breast.
She whimpered softly underneath him, eyes fluttering close. Unable to resist himself he gently bit down on the small nub, dragging his teeth over it. He wasn’t disappointed as she cried out softly, hands fisting his hair, and arching against him.
“Ow.” She responded throatily, without much conviction. He chuckled to himself, as if it was his own private joke. He pressed a gently kiss on her breast and moved slowly down her body, pressing another just inches above her belly button.
“You liked it.” He slid lower, pressing his lips just above the waistband of her shorts.
“Maybe.” Chloe watched anxiously as he descended lower and his fingers wrapped around the waistband of her shorts. He looked up at her and raised one eyebrow, seeming as though he were amused by her response. She almost opened her mouth to respond to the haughty look on his face, but he pulled her shorts over the soft jutting points of her hips and any semblance of thought left her. As she rose her hips and he pulled her panties and shorts over her hips and down her legs she fought against the urge to pull them back. It wasn’t that she wasn’t comfortable with her body and it wasn’t that she’d never been with a man before. It had been a while to be sure, and perhaps that was part of the problem, but this was Oliver Queen for heavens sake. He’d been with her cousin, who was a lot more exotic and sensual then Chloe would ever be, he’d been with countless other women, rich, beautiful, talented, sexy. He had his pick of the litter, the best, it was enough to make a lowly has-been reporter a little uncomfortable.
Oliver noted her how her legs pressed together as he stood at the foot of the bed and how she just slightly bent one at the knee and pulled it over her other leg. “A little late to be getting shy don’t you think?”
“Yea, well. So says the man with his pants still on.” She replied, trying to hide how uncomfortable she really felt with friendly banter.
“I can fix that.” Within seconds he was rid of the binding material and leaned over her, stopping over her lower body. When she didn’t open her legs he looked up at her with amusement. “Is there a key I don’t know about?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” She said, trying to force confidence into her voice. He only chuckled and lowered his head, pressing a kiss over her lower stomach. The muscles in her lower abdomen clenched in response, unused to the sensation. His lips continued to travel lower, moving down her hip and her thigh. It wasn’t until his hands slid up her legs and gently parted her thighs that she forced herself to relax. Another kiss to the inside of her thighs and then she felt his lips on her. She finally released her breath, only then realizing she had been holding it, and grasped at his hair as his wet tongue slid over her, all her previous insecurities forgotten.
With more pressure her legs relaxed against his sides and she threw her head back, arching up to meet him as he concentrated on the small nub of flesh. He watched as her body twisted and arched, fingers gripping at his sheets, head falling back. She whimpered in the back of her throat and bit on her lip and he liked it, all of it. Of course as a man he liked the fact that he could do that to her, but it was more than that. He liked making her happy. With most women it was to make them squirm, seal the deal. But with her…
“Ollie.”
Her green eyes were open again, looking down to him. He didn’t need to ask her what she wanted. She pulled gently at his hair, the need evident on her face, almost begging him. He moved back up her body, this time her legs closing around him without hesitation.
It wasn’t until she felt the hardness of him settle against her that her stomached tensed and her breath hitched in panic. It wasn’t just the feel of him against her sensitive core, it was more than that. It was unfamiliar, scary. It must have shown on her face she realized when she noted his look of concern.
There was no ignoring the look on her face, no matter how much he wanted to. He couldn’t place it, but it bothered him. Because she could have been having second thoughts, she should have been. As much as he had wronged her she shouldn’t be giving herself to him. As bad as his reputation was with women she shouldn’t have wanted to be with him. “What is it, Chloe?”
“It’s been a while.” As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them. The last thing she wanted to do was admit to Oliver was how long it had been since she’d been with a man. He seemed confused for a moment and she closed her eyes with a sigh, to mortified to even meet his own. “You know, since I’ve done this.”
He tried to do the math in his head, just maybe guess how long it had been. It had been a year since Jimmy’s death. Surely she had since then. Even if it is was a regrettable one-night stand that she’d used. “How long?”
She didn’t want to answer. Because being with Oliver Queen was bad enough, having to admit that she hadn’t had a sex life in a very long time was just really hit the nail on the head. “Two years.”
“Two years?” He asked before he could stop himself. Then she hadn’t been with Davis and even after Doomsday there had been no one. Oliver knew how long Chloe had been with Jimmy and he had to wonder if there had ever been anyone else. He wasn’t about to ask her how many people she’d slept with, because he really didn’t want to know. Even so, he began to wonder even more what the hell was she doing with him, a self proclaimed ladies man who, up to now hadn’t shown an ounce of respect to anyone with a decent rack and a long pair of legs. The last person she’d been with had been the man she expected to spend the rest of her life with. That had been two years ago. In Oliver’s opinion she was settling now.
Chloe laughed to herself, although she wasn’t sure how much humor was in it. She should have known better then to bring it up. When she opened her eyes again he was staring down at her, seriousness etching his face.
“Do you trust me?” She had no reason to, but she nodded. Oliver took her lips with his in a searing kiss, and brought his hand between them, sliding one finger over her. Her body was more than ready for him. She arched in response, whimpering into his mouth. For a moment he thought about dragging it out more, slipping one finger in, but he didn’t. Instead he angled himself at her entrance and pushed.
Chloe inhaled sharply, nails digging into his back as he filled her slowly. His forehead pressed against hers, forcing her to focus on him, meeting his darkened eyes. It wasn’t painful, but one thing was for sure, her body wasn’t used to it. And once he stopped moving, the entirety of him filling her, she released a stuttered breath. Perhaps it had been too long, but she couldn’t remember it ever feeling like that. Tipping her chin to kiss him, she rolled her hips towards him allowing him to sink deeper.
He heard her gasp and as he slowly slid out of her and back in her fingers tightening against his flesh. She felt wonderful and it was taking all his will power to keep the pace slow, the noises she made in response unfortunately only made him want her more, made him want to thrust deeper and harder. He didn’t want that, not this time, with this woman. She’d risked her life to save him on numerous occasions. The least he could do was sacrifice his own needs for hers. Two years was a long time, especially when the last person she’d been with was her deceased husband. He did his best not to dwell on that too much. The fact that he was the first person she’d been with since then meant a lot more then he was willing to contemplate at that moment.
He pulled away and then pressed into her again, her body tensing in response as she tried to become accustomed to the feel of him so deep inside of her. It was uncomfortable at first, and as he moved over her she grasped at his neck and winced slightly. She felt his hand on her cheek, sliding to the back of her head and tilting her head back down, forcing her to look at him. His eyes held hers, almost demanding that she not look away as he moved inside of her with deep long strokes. She hadn’t realized his hand had moved until she felt it on her back, lifting her hips higher, finding something deep inside her that made her cry out.
He wanted to take her hard and fast, hear her beg him, scream his name. But he held out, taking her with slow steady thrusts, until she was grasping at the sheets, and arching her body. “Look at me,” he urged softly.
She looked up at him, forcing herself to meet his eyes, and then she was over the edge, and falling. When she came back to herself his body was flush against her own. She felt his lips against her and she responded, moaning into his mouth, pressing her hips closer to his. He was still hard and long inside of her. “You didn’t-.”
“Not yet.” His voice was shakier then he would have liked. It had been difficult to hold back and not release himself into her as she cried out underneath him, but as taught as a bow with her orgasm. But he wanted to make it last as long as possible.
She wasn’t sure what to expect from him until he rolled them over and she was straddling him. Any discomfort that she had felt earlier was gone. She lowered herself against him and kissed him. His hands grasped her hips, yanking her harder against him. There was nothing she could think of in that moment, besides them. Lex, Tess, Jimmy, Davis, Oliver’s past discretions, they were all forgotten. She couldn’t remember anything except Oliver. She moved on him, came around him again, gasping, burying her face into his neck. She barely had time to recover when he was rolling her over. “Oh god Oliver.” He chuckled against her lips. “It isn’t funny.”
“Can’t you keep up?” She frowned below him as he kissed her lips.
“It may have been a while, but it isn’t like I’m going to break.”
“That’s good.” He pressed himself deeper into her, relishing in the way she gasped beneath him. “Because we’re about to find out how unbreakable you really are.”
Chloe didn’t even have time to consider the implications of his words as he hooked his arms beneath her knees. As they settled on his shoulder he thrust into her. She hadn’t been prepared for it. “Oh god!” She screamed and her body arched of its own accord. Finding herself unable to reach for him she grasped above her, fisting the sheets in her hands. He slammed into her again, the hard length of him seeming to touch something inside of her that had never been touched before. Every time he slid into her she cried out, dug her nails into the sheets, and squeezed her eyes tighter. She wouldn’t break, and although she felt like she just might, she didn’t want him to stop. In fact she wanted more. “Ollie, please.”
He took her hard and fast, fully appreciating the way her body arched, the way her nails dug into his arms, and the sounds of her whimpering and crying out in response to every thrust. Then she was coming, screaming his name, and he followed soon after releasing himself into her, after holding out for what seemed forever. Her legs slowly slid from his shoulders, and he could have sworn she whimpered softly.
She hadn’t even realized she was falling asleep until his forehead pressed against her own. Slowly, she opened her eyes to find him looking down at her with a smirk on his face. “Shut up.”
“I didn’t say a word.” Oliver lifted his head and brushed away the sweaty strands of hair that clung to her forehead.
“You didn’t have to.” His lips pressed against hers in a chaste kiss and then pulled away. As he slid out of her she regretted the loss of him. But his arm was around her waist, pulling her to him and with a sigh she settled against him, laying her cheek against his chest. “Clark.” Chloe said sleepily.
“I don’t know if I should be offended.” Her hand slapped his stomach in response. Taking her hand in his he pressed a kiss to her head. “What about him?”
“He’ll be showing up.” Chloe yawned and snuggled closer. He groaned in response, but she felt his body pull away from hers, and then settled back onto the bed again. She didn’t even bother to open her eyes. It was some time during his conversation with Clark that she fell asleep.