Stalking, Kidnapping, and Flirting or Oliver Queen Has No Respect For Chloe Sullivan 2/3
Title: Stalkinng, Kidnapping, and Flirting or Oliver Queen Has No Respect for Chloe Sullivan
Summary: They can't remember the last time they got along. There has to be a reason.
Rating: M
“You can’t kiss me.” She should have begun counting off the reasons why he couldn’t. She
knew there were many but she couldn’t think of a one. “I’m Chloe, you know Sidekick, Watchtower, Clark’s best friend, the cousin of your ex who you were in love with.”
His arms fell away from her slowly. She was right. Maybe it had been a fluke. Her legs had looked pretty hot when she had ridden on his bike with her skirt hiked up. But was that reason enough to kiss her? And just because he’d been so busy within the past few months that the only attractive woman he had been in private with was Chloe didn’t mean he had to kiss her. Then there was Lois. He had been in love with Lois for so long, thinking that perhaps it might eventually work out. He knew now that it never would and he had reconciled himself to that. Especially, since she was now enamored of Superman and was slowly beginning to realize that Clark could be more than a friend. Those were all reasons not to kiss Chloe. But on one hand, they seemed pretty good reasons to kiss her. “There isn’t any woman that I spend much time with that I have the liberty of being honest around.”
“Just because I’m the only girl that knows your secret doesn’t mean anything. It just means you have less to choose from.” What had happened? When had he gone from angry and brooding to cocky and flirty with her?
“You aren’t the only one that knows my secret.”
“Dinah?” Chloe stepped back as she became flooded with anger. “What happened with her Oliver?” At firsts she was shocked by her own sudden anger. Not only did she want to be compared to that poor excuse of a relationship but the seeing Oliver and Dinah together just made her sick. It wasn’t just because they were disgusting together. Dinah was a very physical person, and she didn’t care to hide it. The other reason had been harder for Chloe to admit. She had been hurt and jealous at their relationship.
He walked right into that one. “That was a mistake. We weren’t thinking.”
“Like right now? Just twenty minutes ago you were bossing me around. Now, you want to kiss me? I know you may get lonely Oliver. But that is no reason to take it out on unsuspecting woman.”
“You’re not unsuspecting.” He stepped forward but she put her hand up again.
“I’m not, but I don’t want to be used by you. I don’t want what you had with Dinah.”
Her words halted him in his tracks. Oliver hadn’t been prepared for her assumption that he wanted to use her. He hadn’t used Dinah. What they had was a whirlwind, exciting relationship that fizzled out just as quickly. He’d always known with Dinah that there was no future. But Chloe had been there every step of the way. She saw him run Lois off; she saw his foolish relationship with Dinah. He wasn’t exactly a boy scout he supposed, at least not in her eyes. It was different with all of them though, he hadn’t ruined all of his relationship intentionally. So what would it be like with Chloe? Would she be any different? For the first time he really looked at her. She was honest and innocent. Being with her would have to be serious. But she could handle what Lois couldn’t. She wouldn’t leave.
“You don’t care about me like you should when you kiss a person.” Chloe said a little sadly. It wouldn’t have been so bad to be kissed by Oliver. She knew it would have been exciting and wonderful, but then what about after? “We don’t even get along anymore. We’ve never been friends even. Before, we at least got along like two people who worked together. Now we can’t even be in the same room.”
She’d voiced a concern of his that he had been wondering about for months now. Some where along the way she began making him angry but he hadn’t known why.
“Not only that Oliver, but people like you need people like Lois and Dinah.” She stepped back from him to gain some distance. “And that’s what you like anyway. You got along with them. Us, well to tell you the truth, I don’t think we like each other that much.”
But she had just said moments ago that it hadn’t worked out with Lois or Dinah. Didn’t that mean something he began to wonder? He’d gotten along with them wonderfully but in the end… Even Lois who he’d loved for the longest time hadn’t been able to stand his life. Even with his bad attitude Chloe still stayed around. Why did he treat her so badly? “It didn’t work out with them did it?” He countered.
Chloe narrowed her eyes at him in confusion. Was he really trying to convince her otherwise? “Maybe I don’t know your type, fine. But I know we don’t get along.”
“You’re right. You make me angry and irritable.” She seemed slightly taken aback for a moment but he continued. “And I’m not quite sure why.” He stepped forward again, this time intent on kissing her and not letting her push him away. Both of his hands dropped to her hips and pulled her to him. “Earlier, on my bike, you made me so tense I thought I was going to lash out at you at any moment.” Whatever shock she might have felt at his words was quickly being replaced with anger. “Then at the same time,” He lowered his head and brought his lips to her ear, “while you were pressed against me, and your skirt left hardly anything to my imagination, all I could think about was what it would be like to run my hands up the insides of your thighs.”
Somehow, she had found herself clinging to the leather of his vest as he pulled her hips closer against his own. “Like I said, you don’t have many options right now. It would only seem natural that you might focus on the only woman you’ve really seen lately.” But even she couldn’t convince herself of that. “And you hate me.”
“Only when you make me frustrated.” He pressed a kiss against her throat and he could feel her fingers digging into the thick leather.
“How do I do that?” She didn’t even recognize the soft, shaky voice that came from her.
“It’s not just you.” He tugged on the thin wispy camisole and slid his hand up her back. She jumped when his hand made contact and arched into him, but she didn’t stop him. “It’s when you where those foolishly tight skirts with your suits. Or come over in those little shorts making me aware of the fact that you have legs.” They weren’t just legs. They were these short little things that he’d never seen on anyone.
He’d been pushing her backwards and she’d let him, until her back hit the counter. Without warning his hands were underneath her backside and lifting her onto its surface. As he settled her down she locked her knees together. But just as easily as he had lifted her he slid his hands between her legs and parted them. When he stepped forward between her legs she swore he would kiss her. His hands were planted on either side of her and his face was dropping lower. But he passed her lips and kissed her shoulder. “Seeing you shake your ass as you leave makes me angry. The way Bart tries flirting and whispering in your ear puts me in a bad mood. When you were that stupid green shirt I can see the outline of your bra through it and every bit of cleavage. It doesn’t help that you usually leave the first three buttons undone, inviting anyone to have a look. Those are just some of the reasons that you make me angry. Now why do I make you angry?”
Clearing the air sounded like a good idea, but not when he was standing in-between her legs, whispering in her ear, and pressing kissing against her neck. “You always touch me. You’re always invading my space. You make me nervous.” Usually people didn’t want to be touched by just anyone. That would make anyone uncomfortable. But that wasn’t the case with Oliver. It was the fact that it excited her that made her nervous.
“Maybe if I touch you more you won’t be so nervous.” He rested his hand on the top of her exposed thighs and slid his hands up, pushing the skirt further up as he did so.
“Okay, wait, wait, wait.” It was too much to fast. Did she want him to take her on the table? Yes. Not only was he attractive, rich, and had a great personality, but he filled what seemed to be her other requirement, a hero. Why did he have to look so hot in his Green Arrow outfit? His hand stilled on her leg but didn’t move. It was so strange having his hand resting on her thigh. It was just his hand but it was all she could think about. She could feel every callous and every finger.
“What?” There was no way she could deny that she wanted him. It was obvious she was very receptive to him. But that wasn’t the issue.
“You’ve lost your mind that’s what.” She shoved him back and hoped of the table. After smoothing out her skirt she glared at him. “You can’t just reveal all of this information and expect me to throw caution to the wind. Just because you get excited by a hiked skirt doesn’t mean you can kiss me.”
That was exactly why she made him angry. “You see! This is it!” He waved a hand between them. “This is why you make me irritable. I’m standing here telling you everything and you make it seem like I just want to lift you skirt.” The angry look on her face made him realize his choice of words weren’t exactly wise.
“All you told me was that you want to have sex with me! I mean hell Oliver, I’d have sex with you too if I lived my life based on nothing more than looks. But you know I’m not like that and I would imagine you can’t afford to be like that either.” He had said the fact that she knew everything about him put her in a different category. Was that why he was acting like that? But he wouldn’t risk their friendship or their work relationship, she firmly believed that.
“You make things so difficult.” Oliver turned away and headed to his bedroom.
“What?! Me!” Chloe began following him, intent on making him apologize. “Where are you going?!”
“To change. You can come if you’d like.” Oliver stopped in the doorway and turn to her.
She could see it in his face, he was daring her. “I’ll wait here thank you very much.”
“Wimp.” Just as he shut the door she let out a scream of frustration. Finally, she understood how he felt.
Summary: They can't remember the last time they got along. There has to be a reason.
Rating: M
“You can’t kiss me.” She should have begun counting off the reasons why he couldn’t. She
knew there were many but she couldn’t think of a one. “I’m Chloe, you know Sidekick, Watchtower, Clark’s best friend, the cousin of your ex who you were in love with.”
His arms fell away from her slowly. She was right. Maybe it had been a fluke. Her legs had looked pretty hot when she had ridden on his bike with her skirt hiked up. But was that reason enough to kiss her? And just because he’d been so busy within the past few months that the only attractive woman he had been in private with was Chloe didn’t mean he had to kiss her. Then there was Lois. He had been in love with Lois for so long, thinking that perhaps it might eventually work out. He knew now that it never would and he had reconciled himself to that. Especially, since she was now enamored of Superman and was slowly beginning to realize that Clark could be more than a friend. Those were all reasons not to kiss Chloe. But on one hand, they seemed pretty good reasons to kiss her. “There isn’t any woman that I spend much time with that I have the liberty of being honest around.”
“Just because I’m the only girl that knows your secret doesn’t mean anything. It just means you have less to choose from.” What had happened? When had he gone from angry and brooding to cocky and flirty with her?
“You aren’t the only one that knows my secret.”
“Dinah?” Chloe stepped back as she became flooded with anger. “What happened with her Oliver?” At firsts she was shocked by her own sudden anger. Not only did she want to be compared to that poor excuse of a relationship but the seeing Oliver and Dinah together just made her sick. It wasn’t just because they were disgusting together. Dinah was a very physical person, and she didn’t care to hide it. The other reason had been harder for Chloe to admit. She had been hurt and jealous at their relationship.
He walked right into that one. “That was a mistake. We weren’t thinking.”
“Like right now? Just twenty minutes ago you were bossing me around. Now, you want to kiss me? I know you may get lonely Oliver. But that is no reason to take it out on unsuspecting woman.”
“You’re not unsuspecting.” He stepped forward but she put her hand up again.
“I’m not, but I don’t want to be used by you. I don’t want what you had with Dinah.”
Her words halted him in his tracks. Oliver hadn’t been prepared for her assumption that he wanted to use her. He hadn’t used Dinah. What they had was a whirlwind, exciting relationship that fizzled out just as quickly. He’d always known with Dinah that there was no future. But Chloe had been there every step of the way. She saw him run Lois off; she saw his foolish relationship with Dinah. He wasn’t exactly a boy scout he supposed, at least not in her eyes. It was different with all of them though, he hadn’t ruined all of his relationship intentionally. So what would it be like with Chloe? Would she be any different? For the first time he really looked at her. She was honest and innocent. Being with her would have to be serious. But she could handle what Lois couldn’t. She wouldn’t leave.
“You don’t care about me like you should when you kiss a person.” Chloe said a little sadly. It wouldn’t have been so bad to be kissed by Oliver. She knew it would have been exciting and wonderful, but then what about after? “We don’t even get along anymore. We’ve never been friends even. Before, we at least got along like two people who worked together. Now we can’t even be in the same room.”
She’d voiced a concern of his that he had been wondering about for months now. Some where along the way she began making him angry but he hadn’t known why.
“Not only that Oliver, but people like you need people like Lois and Dinah.” She stepped back from him to gain some distance. “And that’s what you like anyway. You got along with them. Us, well to tell you the truth, I don’t think we like each other that much.”
But she had just said moments ago that it hadn’t worked out with Lois or Dinah. Didn’t that mean something he began to wonder? He’d gotten along with them wonderfully but in the end… Even Lois who he’d loved for the longest time hadn’t been able to stand his life. Even with his bad attitude Chloe still stayed around. Why did he treat her so badly? “It didn’t work out with them did it?” He countered.
Chloe narrowed her eyes at him in confusion. Was he really trying to convince her otherwise? “Maybe I don’t know your type, fine. But I know we don’t get along.”
“You’re right. You make me angry and irritable.” She seemed slightly taken aback for a moment but he continued. “And I’m not quite sure why.” He stepped forward again, this time intent on kissing her and not letting her push him away. Both of his hands dropped to her hips and pulled her to him. “Earlier, on my bike, you made me so tense I thought I was going to lash out at you at any moment.” Whatever shock she might have felt at his words was quickly being replaced with anger. “Then at the same time,” He lowered his head and brought his lips to her ear, “while you were pressed against me, and your skirt left hardly anything to my imagination, all I could think about was what it would be like to run my hands up the insides of your thighs.”
Somehow, she had found herself clinging to the leather of his vest as he pulled her hips closer against his own. “Like I said, you don’t have many options right now. It would only seem natural that you might focus on the only woman you’ve really seen lately.” But even she couldn’t convince herself of that. “And you hate me.”
“Only when you make me frustrated.” He pressed a kiss against her throat and he could feel her fingers digging into the thick leather.
“How do I do that?” She didn’t even recognize the soft, shaky voice that came from her.
“It’s not just you.” He tugged on the thin wispy camisole and slid his hand up her back. She jumped when his hand made contact and arched into him, but she didn’t stop him. “It’s when you where those foolishly tight skirts with your suits. Or come over in those little shorts making me aware of the fact that you have legs.” They weren’t just legs. They were these short little things that he’d never seen on anyone.
He’d been pushing her backwards and she’d let him, until her back hit the counter. Without warning his hands were underneath her backside and lifting her onto its surface. As he settled her down she locked her knees together. But just as easily as he had lifted her he slid his hands between her legs and parted them. When he stepped forward between her legs she swore he would kiss her. His hands were planted on either side of her and his face was dropping lower. But he passed her lips and kissed her shoulder. “Seeing you shake your ass as you leave makes me angry. The way Bart tries flirting and whispering in your ear puts me in a bad mood. When you were that stupid green shirt I can see the outline of your bra through it and every bit of cleavage. It doesn’t help that you usually leave the first three buttons undone, inviting anyone to have a look. Those are just some of the reasons that you make me angry. Now why do I make you angry?”
Clearing the air sounded like a good idea, but not when he was standing in-between her legs, whispering in her ear, and pressing kissing against her neck. “You always touch me. You’re always invading my space. You make me nervous.” Usually people didn’t want to be touched by just anyone. That would make anyone uncomfortable. But that wasn’t the case with Oliver. It was the fact that it excited her that made her nervous.
“Maybe if I touch you more you won’t be so nervous.” He rested his hand on the top of her exposed thighs and slid his hands up, pushing the skirt further up as he did so.
“Okay, wait, wait, wait.” It was too much to fast. Did she want him to take her on the table? Yes. Not only was he attractive, rich, and had a great personality, but he filled what seemed to be her other requirement, a hero. Why did he have to look so hot in his Green Arrow outfit? His hand stilled on her leg but didn’t move. It was so strange having his hand resting on her thigh. It was just his hand but it was all she could think about. She could feel every callous and every finger.
“What?” There was no way she could deny that she wanted him. It was obvious she was very receptive to him. But that wasn’t the issue.
“You’ve lost your mind that’s what.” She shoved him back and hoped of the table. After smoothing out her skirt she glared at him. “You can’t just reveal all of this information and expect me to throw caution to the wind. Just because you get excited by a hiked skirt doesn’t mean you can kiss me.”
That was exactly why she made him angry. “You see! This is it!” He waved a hand between them. “This is why you make me irritable. I’m standing here telling you everything and you make it seem like I just want to lift you skirt.” The angry look on her face made him realize his choice of words weren’t exactly wise.
“All you told me was that you want to have sex with me! I mean hell Oliver, I’d have sex with you too if I lived my life based on nothing more than looks. But you know I’m not like that and I would imagine you can’t afford to be like that either.” He had said the fact that she knew everything about him put her in a different category. Was that why he was acting like that? But he wouldn’t risk their friendship or their work relationship, she firmly believed that.
“You make things so difficult.” Oliver turned away and headed to his bedroom.
“What?! Me!” Chloe began following him, intent on making him apologize. “Where are you going?!”
“To change. You can come if you’d like.” Oliver stopped in the doorway and turn to her.
She could see it in his face, he was daring her. “I’ll wait here thank you very much.”
“Wimp.” Just as he shut the door she let out a scream of frustration. Finally, she understood how he felt.