At the End of the Day 2/3
Title: At the End of the Day 2/3
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Eventually it is to much for her and she is falling apart. Luckily Oliver is there to pick up the pieces
Warning: Post Persuasion, Spoilers for Persuasion.
Notes: Thanks to Lucy for editing! I need serious reviews people. Conspiracy sucked the chlollie out of me a bit. And thanks to alltuesday for the banner.
The one thing Chloe noticed upon waking was that it was still dark, so she couldn't have been sleeping long. Oliver wasn't against her back anymore, but she could feel his body brushing against hers. Carefully she turned onto her side to face him. He was on his stomach now, his head facing her, but his eyes closed. On closer inspection she noticed that the hand between them was grasping his phone on the pillow. With a roll of her eyes she gently pulled it from his hand and turned over to set it aside on her night stand. When she turned back to him he was rolling onto his back and rubbing his face. With a yawn his eyes opened and he turned to face her.
"What are you doing up?"
She shrugged. "Old habits die hard."
"Go back to sleep," he grumbled and rolled onto his side so that he could pull her body against his. She slid her hands up his chest and wrapped an arm around his waist. It wasn't until she started dragging her nails over the skin of his back did he find himself being pulled out of sleep. It was bad enough that he was already hard as a result of waking, it was even worse that she was pressing her body against him and running her hands over him. "How's your back?" he asked, hoping to distract himself from what he really wanted to do.
"Hurts a little," she lied. It actually hurt a lot.
He groaned softly as he recalled the wound. "Speaking from experience, I would imagine we need to clean it again and re-bandage it." She sighed in response, confirming his suspicion.
"I do need to shower," Chloe admitted. Her face felt gritty, still uncleaned from the makeup of the previous day. With a wince that she hid from him she pushed up off the bed.
Oliver watched her walk away from the bed and when she entered the bathroom she left the door open, the light shining through into the darkened bedroom. Then her shirt landed outside the door, followed by her bra. He groaned inwardly and flopped onto his back. With a sigh he pushed himself up and followed her into the bathroom. When he spotted her she was already pushing down her shorts, taking her panties with them. He watched her lean into the shower and turn on the water, his eyes scanning her bare body and settling on her back. "Let me get this off. Emil said it could get wet right?"
"Yeah," she replied. His hands touched her back and she froze, waiting. Slowly he pulled away the tape, and then the gauze, exposing her back to the cool air. When she heard him sigh she turned to look over her shoulder. "What?" He frowned and just shook his head. "Aren't you the one that said no one was permanently hurt?"
"You didn't tell me you had stitches," he responded firmly. "What the hell happened?"
"That table, well the top of it was glass. Cut straight through my jacket. Clark's wish had me so obsessed with protecting him I didn't even notice it until I used the green kryptonite."
That time he resisted the urge to sigh. Instead he settled for grinding his teeth together. What he wanted was someone to be angry at. He could have been mad at Tess, but Chloe had tried to shoot her, although he found that still didn't ease all of his anger towards his ex. He could have been angry at Clark, because it was Clark's selfish words which set Chloe off in the first place, but Clark hadn't known what he was doing, even if he was still being an ass when he said it. It felt like someone should hold the blame. Eventually he even started to blame himself for not being there the one time she practically gets herself killed. "Come on." He pressed his hand into her hip, urging her into the shower, and then stripped off his remaining clothing before stepping into the hot spray.
Chloe winced slightly as the water hit the wound and stung. Slowly the pain faded and she just stood there, hanging her head slightly. Oliver stepped in front of her and as he brushed her hair out of her face, forcing it under the water and behind her ears, she didn't stop him. Without even thinking about it she slipped her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek against the slick hardness of his chest, closing her eyes in content. His hands settled on her hips, holding her against him. She wasn't sure how long she stood there holding onto him, concentrating on the hot water hitting her back and his hands sliding over her hips, sides, back. Then eventually he grabbed her sides and forced her back, dropping a silent kiss onto her forehead. She washed in silence, scratching her nails over her scalp roughly, rubbing her face and eyes harshly, trying to wash away the tears and make up. Eventually after she was through and rinsed off he turned her to face the back of the shower and gently washed her sore back and the stitched wound.
As the warm spray washed the soap away he stepped forward, sliding his hands down her hips and dropping a kiss to her shoulder. She responded by leaning back against him, tilting her head back against his chest. From there he watched his hands slide over her stomach and up. Any idea about getting her bandaged up and back to bed fled his mind as he slid his palms over her breasts and she arched into them, thrusting her backside against him. Any common sense was gone after that and he was burying his face into her exposed neck, brushing his thumbs over her hardened nipples and cupping her breasts.
She thrust her hips back again, forgetting the pain in her back, Clark, and her run in with Tess and Lois as she felt him length of him hard and long against her. She cursed her short stature, wishing she could slide herself onto him. He grasped her hip suddenly, pulling her back sharply against him and his erection. His mouth continued to move along her neck sucking and biting at the tender skin. One hand took care to massage each breast, rolling her nipples in his fingers, pinching them when she least expected it. His other hand settled over her lower stomach, pressing her back against him, but never moving lower. "Ollie..."
That was all he needed to slip his hand lower and slide one finger between her folds, rubbing against her clit. She whimpered in response, pressing a hand against the shower wall in front of her and reaching behind her to grasp his neck. Oliver claimed her lips for the first time since he'd arrived, kissing her with all the hunger he'd felt for her before he had found out what had happened. The two days he had been gone had been miserable, filled with thoughts of her warmth, her body, her skin against his, being inside of her. He'd wanted to come back and convince her to stay with him for the weekend, no Clark, no one. Just keep her locked in the clocktower for himself.
As he slid two fingers into her she gasped into his mouth, whimpering as he moved them in and out of her, working her closer to her release. "Ollie please..." He thrust his fingers deeper inside of her and she sobbed softly as she dropped her head back against his chest. "I want you."
He winced at her plea. "I can't, not in here," he said roughly, fighting down his own growing need in response to what she asked. "Not with your back," he clarified. She was too short for him to take from behind while standing, and the only other way was to lift her up against the wall, but that would have involved pressing her against it, and he couldn't take that chance, no matter how much he wanted to do it. She whimpered, obviously displeased with his response.
"I don't care," Chloe said and stepped away from him. His hand fell away, leaving her aching for more. In response she grasped the back of his head, pulling him down to meet her lips, and forcing him to step forward as she stepped back against the wall.
When he felt her hand wrap around him he groaned, cursing her silently and thrusting towards her hand at the same time. Grabbing her hips roughly he pushed her back into the wall and stepped closer. She pressed closer to him, urging him on, and for a moment he considered wrapping his hands around her thighs, lifting her up, and enveloping himself in her heat. Instead he pulled away from her lips and lowered himself on one knee to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently and then biting down to release some of his annoyance at her insistence even though he was trying to be careful with her. She cried out and he smirked against her breast before sucking on it apologetically and pressing a kiss in the valley of her breasts.
She released a shaky breath as he trailed kisses down her stomach. She expected to feel his fingers on her again. Instead he grasped the under side of one knee and lifted it over his shoulder. It wasn't until he leaned down did she realize he had other intentions. Chloe dropped her head back against the tiled wall and grasped for support, one hand gripping the bar to the shower doors, and the other splaying against the side of the the shower. His tongue slid across the length of her slit and as she felt him thrust it into her she whined and grasped his wet hair.
Oliver grabbed both cheeks and held her close as he wrapped his lips around her clit. He ached to be inside of her, but not with her so close, whimpering and crying out above him, begging for her own release.
Chloe felt him rising beneath her, back straightening and pushing her up with her leg draped over his shoulder and his weight holding her against the wall until her toes barely brushed the floor of the tub up being held up by her leg on his shoulder and the force of him pressing her against the wall. She released his hair, grabbing at one of the shelves in the corner frantically as she tried to find leverage through the increasing pleasure. "Oh god, Oliver please." Her voice shook as she begged, and he sucked harder still, sliding a finger over her entrance and then thrusting in.
She bucked forward, but he held her hips in one hand as she slid another finger in, thrusting deeply and pulling on the little nub with his teeth.
Her back arched almost painfully as her orgasm hit her. Without even thinking she slammed her palm into the glass, causing the doors to rattle. She didn't care if they broke, not as she found her release. "Oh god!" It was intense and hard, forcing a cry from her and then his name was falling from her lips with a whimper.
As she quieted and her leg stopped flexing against his back he slowly placed it back on the ground and stood flush against her chest. His erection strained painfully against her stomach, wanting her even more at the feel of her flesh against him. Her eyes opened finally and he found himself staring into their green depths. A soft smile flittered across her lips and he couldn't help but drop his head and kiss her. Her lips weren't as demanding as his were, but he knew that would be easy enough to rectify. "Do you think I could convince you to get out of the cooling water?"
She sighed in content and nodded, turning to the shower doors and sliding them open as he shut off the water. As she stepped onto the rug she didn't pay much attention to the amount of water she was dripping, only wanting to get back to the bed before she collapsed
They dried off in silence, until he noticed her yawn, eyes closing as she did so. "You aren't going to sleep on me yet, Ms. Sullivan."
She couldn't help but grin as she draped the towel over the handle of the shower doors. "I wouldn't think of it."
"Go lay on the bed." He settled a hand on her hip and dropped a kiss to her bare shoulder. "We need to take care of your back."
She sighed at the reminder, frowning as she made her way back to the bed and the previous two days flooded back to her. As she crawled onto the mattress, laying on her stomach, she shut her eyes and tried to block out the events, yet they rushed back to her. All of them. The pleasure that Oliver had given her was overshadowed as she recalled the past couple of days again clearly. It was the weight of him next to her and his hand traveling up her back that drew her attention away.
"You know this might burn a little."
She grinned, even though she wasn't facing him. "I'm sure you'd love the chance to pay me back for all the times I took care of you."
He smirked, recalling the pleasure she took every time she had to tend to a wound, rolling her eyes and smirking every time he grimaced and exclaimed at her bad bedside manner. "I think I'll be careful, I'm sure you'd just return the favor in the future."
At first sting she arched her back involuntarily and he responded by wrapping a large hand around the side of her back that wasn't wounded, holding her in place. His thumb ran in soothing strokes over her back though, and she did her best to focus on that. In moments he was finishing up and taping a fresh bandage on her back.
"Done," he proclaimed as he ran his fingers over the tape one more time. She sighed softly, but didn't move. With the necessities out of the way he let his eyes roam her body for a different reason, remembering his erection, which was still prominent even though it had been a few minutes since their shower. When he trailed a hand over her backside she didn't stop him and as he slid a finger between her folds she arched, tipping her backside against his hand.
"Ollie..." she complained as he teased her, brushing over her entrance, but never filling her. His fingers brushed over her clit, then dipped just inside of her and she found herself arching into his hand, trying to take more of him inside of her, but he only pulled back, causing her to whine pitifully.
She was more than wet and ready, and for a moment he considered nudging her legs apart and sinking into her, but he knew he couldn't take her and have to look down on her bruised and wounded back. Grabbing her hips he rolled her over gently and crawled over her body, pushing a knee between her legs and then his other until she parted and wrapped her legs around him. "Are you okay on your back?"
"I'm not going to break." She shuddered as the length of him pressed against her core. She rolled her hips in response, seeking out the tip of him, grabbing his hips to urge him into the right position.
She said it, but for some reason it didn't ring true for him. Dropping his forehead against hers he looked down into her confused green eyes. "Then why does it feel like it?" he whispered painfully. Because it did. Seeing her bruised, and bloodied, her strength shaken, it put things into a new perspective for him. She was always there like this pillar of strength, and he had taken that for granted. Knowing now that she wasn't, he felt this uncontrollable urge to take care of her, keep her safe. Before she could ask him about it though, he pressed into her, sliding in deeply. The confusion left her eyes as he thrust into her. He watched her throw her head back, squeeze her eyes closed, keening softly. As her legs tightened around him he pushed inside of her harder, deeper, seeking to find more space to fill. She gasped silently in response, her eyes going wide and then released a small, choked sound. Oliver reached an arm around her waist, pulling her hips off the bed, and pushed in deeper.
Chloe wrapped her arms around his body, digging her nails into him, trying to find something to grab onto as she became used to the unfamiliar depth of him inside of her. As he slid out of her she sighed, her body relaxing from the release of the pressure of him inside of her but craving it still. She didn't realize she'd closed her eyes until his hand buried in the hair near her scalp and tugged at it.
"Look at me." Her eyes fluttered open and he dropped his forehead against hers again, holding just the tip of him inside her. She moaned softly, arching herself into him but he pulled back. "Chloe..." he said, his voice strained, and it wasn't from anything physical, it was the rush of emotions that he felt when around her, the ones that still lingered when he was gone. They were always there and they were becoming stronger.
His brow furrowed slightly and she forgot about the need coursing through her body for a moment. Sex with Oliver had always been free of emotion, or at least any deep emotion. Sex with him was fun, it was passionate, needy, sometimes a little rough, but never really emotional. At that moment though, she could see in his eyes that something was bothering him, and it was something to do with them. Hesitantly she slid one hand from his back and cradled his face in her palm, brushing her thumb over his cheek in a soothing gesture. When he turned his face into her palm and pressed a kiss to it her throat tightened at the gesture, and she couldn't help but realize that she felt just as conflicted as he looked. "What is it?" He turned his face again, his cheek resting against her palm. "Ollie?"
"You know what's going on between us...it's more than I expected." Her brow scrunched slightly, but she didn't pull away, of that he was grateful. "I can't keep going along like this and ignore that, and I don't think I can keep doing this if it isn't the same for you."
For weeks she'd been ignoring her growing affections for him. The attraction had always been there, strong and evident, but the real emotions, those had been more slow to grow. They had been easy to ignore when she assumed he wanted to keep it simple, but now that he was there, his naked body pressed against her, almost inside of her, baring it all, she couldn't ignore it any longer. "We both admitted that more then this would be difficult. You said yourself that the reason neither one of us were in a relationship was because things are different for people like us, that it couldn't happen."
"Easier to say when you don't have someone you think about night and day. We'll find a way to make it happen." She seemed hesitant at first and he prayed she wouldn't say no. "Okay?" He felt her thumb brush over his lips and then she nodded. After pressing a kiss to her thumb he grabbed her hand and pulled it away. There was an overwhelming urge to say something, but he could think of nothing. So he settled for pressing her hand into the pillow above her head, lacing his fingers with hers, and thrusting deeply inside of her, claiming her lips and muffling her cry at the same time.
They moved together slowly, taking much more time then they ever had. She would have assumed it wouldn't have been as intense as the times they came together hard and fast, yet some how it was even more. He held her hand above her head, pressing his own body flat against her own. When she cringed because of the pain that shot through her back he kissed her with an apology and wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her lower body off the bed, taking the weight off of her back. The result was him sinking even deeper. She dug her nails into his hair, whimpering as he continued to fill any available void inside of her. When she tried to pull at her hand, he squeezed his fingers around it, holding it in place. He never pulled fully out of her, his body never seperating from her own.
Close, he was too close. Dropping his head to her shoulder he shuddered, trying to hold out, but unable to make himself pause for even a second to regain his contol. Continuing to bury further inside, to satisfy the desperate need to be deeper inside of her. Every time he sunk into her she gasped, her hand squeezing in his, breasts straining against his chest. He was too hard, buried too immensely inside of her, and she was too wet and tight.
It seemed forever they moved like that, connected and feeling as one. She couldn't think, only move against him, meeting each short thrust. Then it hit her, slow at first, her body tensing. "Oh god, Ollie."
They hadn't been together long, but he recognized the different sounds of her voice and what they meant. Lifting her hips higher he raised his head again, and pushed into her harder, speeding up his thrusts, but never pulling more then halfway out and still pressing into her as deeply as humanly possible. Her nails dug almost painfully into his hand and back, but he barely noticed, only focused on finding her release and then his own.
It hit her suddenly and she was gasping for breath, then crying out underneath him, squeezing her eyes shut under the intensity. He thrusted harder and faster making her scream abruptly and then she felt his hand squeezing hers back and him groaning her name into her ear.
It was a miracle he was able to hold himself off of her body. When he felt as if he couldn't hold himself up any more he pressed a kiss to her lips and rolled onto his back. "Come here." She turned into his side willingly, snuggling against him and resting her head on his chest. "Stay off your back."
"You weren't telling me that before." Chloe teased, but draped a leg over him and laid her hand on his chest, fully intending on staying there. He pinched her side gently and she pinched his nipple with a smirk.
"Seriously though. How is your back." When she opened her mouth to respond he cut her off. "And don't lie to me. Part of this new arrangement means I have the right to know the truth about how you are doing."
She sighed. "It hurts. What do you want me to say?"
"Did Emil give you anything for it?"
"Yeah, some pain meds, but I didn't want to-" He was pushing her hand off of him and sitting up. "What are you doing?" She exclaimed, slightly affronted at the fact he was moving away from her.
"Where are they? The meds Emil gave you?"
"In the kitchen, but I don't-"
"Chloe, take them. Because tomorrow you are going to feel even worse. And if we're lucky they'll knock you out because you only slept two hours before." She was sitting up, and he knew she was gearing up to argue. "It isn't up for discussion."
"What?! You can't just-"
"Yes I can." He leaned over and settled his hands on either side of her body, bringing his face inches from her own. "When you said okay to this," he waved a hand between them, "you gave me the right to be overbearing. You're great at taking care of everyone else Chloe, but you suck at taking care of yourself, so let someone else do it."
She glared at him, but it didn't seem to faze him one bit as he stood up and walked away in his naked glory. Seconds later he returned with a glass in one hand and the other one in a loose fist. "I hate you."
"Fine," he said simply and sat on the edge of the bed. When he held his hand out to her, two pills in the palm of his hand, she spared him another glare before snatching them up and swallowing. "I thought I might have to hold your nose."
"Funny," she mumbled and grabbed the glass from him, chugging the water. He took the empty glass and sat it on the bed stand.
"How am I going to get this place back together if I'm loaded up on pain pills?"
"Please," he said as she stood up and moved around the bed to settle into it, "you are not going to be loaded." Despite her irritation with him she curled back against his side and took the same position that she had been in moments ago. "Besides," he brushed her blond hair from her forehead and pressed a kiss to it, "while you were sleeping earlier I called Victor and told him to move up his flight and I called the IT guy and made an appointment for tomorrow." She looked up at him with slight shock. "I know you wanted to take care of it, and normally I wouldn't fight you on this, but at least humor me and take it a bit easy for the next couple of days."
She recalled the phone that he had fallen asleep with in his hand and frowned. He sure was a sneaky bastard, and she was going to have to have a talk with him about his overbearing behavior. For now she decided to let it go, being too tired and worn out to care. "You won this battle."
He felt himself relax at her admission. When she settled her cheek back against his chest he rubbed her back thoughtfully, trying to figure out some way to make her understand. From what Oliver knew Chloe's serious relationships had been sorely limited. Davis, well Oliver didn't like to consider that one as anything that fell under the definition of relationship, and Jimmy, well even though they married the other man had no idea what Chloe's life had been like and couldn't have understood and been there for her like he should have. "I'm not trying to fight you Chloe. But if we are going to do this you have to understand that I do care about you, more than most. Which means that I'm going to want to make sure you're okay. And if that means putting my foot down so that you'll get some rest then I'm going to do it."
Her throat felt thick with emotion at his statement. It was an odd feeling, knowing that he would take care of her. Clark had for the longest time, saving her when she needed saving and telling her the hard things, even when she didn't want to hear them. But they were different people like Oliver had said, and there seemed to be so many things between them now. Clark didn't even know anymore when she needed someone, it wasn't second nature to him as it had been. Now here was Oliver, forcing her to step back from things, which was probably harder now than when it had been Clark's job. She'd grown more determined since Doomsday, refusing to back down, let anything get in her way. Then somewhere along the way came Oliver, throwing everything off balance. It felt like her life used to be, the ups and the downs, not the constant dull ache of emptiness that she had so recently become accustomed to. "Thank you."
He barely heard her whisper the words. Settling his hand under her chin he titled her face up. "You don't have to thank me. I told you I'm in this for more." She nodded in response, and he felt his chest constrict as her eyes began to tear up. Moving his face down he pressed a kiss against her lips. She responded back gently, her lips moving over his. They parted seconds later and she laid her head back down on his chest and nothing else was said. He held her as she drifted off to sleep, running his hand up and down her back, careful of the places that may hurt her. Taking care of Chloe was a full-time job, he already had two of them, but he wasn't going to let this one belong to someone else. And as he saw it she had her work cut out for her also he thought with smirk, because dealing with him was just as difficult.