This Adorable Blonde on this Adorable Blonde’s Arm
A/N: OKay I was sort of against posting this, as I don't really know what it is, but what the hey. Warning it's highly chessy, but what can I do. Enjoy the short one-shot, and try to cringe at all the sappiness.
This Adorable Blonde on this Adorable Blonde’s Arm
Stuffing the remaining arm through the sleeve of the white cardigan, Chloe turned in the direction of her “boyfriend.” It had been a year since they’d started their indefinable relationship, a whole year. And in that year, they’d survived alien threats and a sacrificial separation only to be united via a virtual reality in dire need of escaping. Still, it scared her to put a definite label to her plus one. Biting her lip, her eyes assessed him in all his Armani suit glory, a smile encompassing her lips as she met his kind brown eyes. “Looking quite debonair, Queen.”
Smoothing down his collar, he quipped, “Well, the name helps.”
Playfully rolling her eyes, she stepped towards him, looping her arms around his neck for a quick peck of the lips. Hand sliding down her back to eventually rest at her waist, he cracked his lips into the smile that had her insides gushing with pleasantness. “Ready to be the girlfriend of this adorable blonde?”
Licking her lips, Chloe created a small distance between them, her head slightly bobbing into a nod. She couldn’t ignore the thudding of her heart. Sure it got lonely when a girl who erased herself found it difficult to define herself. Sure it was hard knowing the man standing before her would always be in the limelight, his plane of existence not only known to him, but other individuals far and wide. However, Oliver knew her, he really knew her, and she didn’t deny that for a second, so it was enough to soothe her thudding heart and enough to make that bob of a nod more of a confirmation.
“Still find it high school-ish?” she teased.
“Not high school-ish,” he stated with a hand to his chin, “just high school.”
Rolling her eyes, she slid the strap of her purse over her shoulder and headed for the door. “We’ll be late if you keep trying to define the term girlfriend, Queen, and then this adorable blonde will abandon your arm.”
“My ego can’t take that,” she heard him call out.
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Glancing at the liquid in the porcelain cup, he found himself desperately wishing for a cup of coffee, and the fact that he could smell the hint of almond mocha lingering off the girl seated adjacent to him didn’t help. “Did you enjoy these parties when you were a little girl?”
“Considering my guests were fuzzy and didn’t have droning voices, I’d say yes.” Turning his way, her eyes glittered back at him playfully.
“Silence is golden.”
“Which has me wishing you’d follow up on that.”
“Instead you have to hear me complain.” Lifting the cup from the saucer, he grimaced as he brought it beside his chiseled face. “Does this adorable face really go with fine china and doily lined plates?”
“I’d say you look like a doll.”
“Funny.”
“Hey, at least there’s desserts a plenty.” With that said, she lifted a miniature cake and stuffed it entirely into her mouth.
He watched the way her face morphed into one of pure joy, the happiness crawling over her flawless (at least in his opinion) features as her taste buds ignited with the scrumptious flavor of sweetness. “Which is probably the only reason you agreed to accompany this adorable blonde.”
“You really do know me so well.”
This time, he rolled his eyes.
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Shielding her eyes from the rays of the sun, she followed him out onto the dance floor, hand tucked in his. With the breeze ruffling her navy blue dress and the golden locks of her hair, she smiled before eclipsing the distance between them. With his long arms securing her waist, she let her head fall to his chest, blinking when the first wave of the camera flash hit.
Eyes blinking, she told herself this was something she’d never be able to adjust to. There were purple and blue spots floating in the air around her, and it was taking away from the bursts of springtime. Frowning, she smacked his arm. “Does anyone not like taking your picture?”
“It helps that I have an adorable blonde on my arm.”
“In your arms,” she corrected patronizingly.
“I’ll let that slide since you’re so adorable.”
“And I’ll try to drown out the cheesiness of it all.”
Chuckling, he tightened his grip around her. “Ready to make it known that you’re the girlfriend of this adorable blonde?”
“Ollie,” she stated, her tone of voice soft, “I thought that’s why I was here.”