The Morning After. With chloeas.
Oliver woke slowly hours later, his body more relaxed than it had been in a long time. He turned his head to look at the clock and found himself gazing down at Chloe's blonde head, resting on his chest as she slept. A smile tugged at his lips at the sight. He glanced at the clock and saw it was a little after nine. His first surprise would be arriving anytime, he realized. He paused, considering the fact he hadn't originally intended to be in Metropolis for the day, but feeling glad that he was. Especially considering he didn't know if Lois or Clark or Lana had any plans for Chloe that day. If they didn't, then he had her all to himself and he wasn't going to complain about that.
He laid his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes for a moment and exhaling slowly. Frankly he couldn't remember the last time he'd slept so well. Usually after a night with a woman, either he'd be gone or she would, but this was Chloe, not just any woman. And he wasn't about to take off, and he was glad that she hadn't woken up and gone to her own room. It was nice.
He laid his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes for a moment and exhaling slowly. Frankly he couldn't remember the last time he'd slept so well. Usually after a night with a woman, either he'd be gone or she would, but this was Chloe, not just any woman. And he wasn't about to take off, and he was glad that she hadn't woken up and gone to her own room. It was nice.