One Night (1/1)
Author: serafina19
Title: One Night
Summary: Tonight was a night of too much scotch and one question. What the hell?
Rating: R
Warning: minor adult content, coarse language
One Night
Twist and whisper the wrong name
I don’t care nor do my ears
The Twist: Frightened Rabbit
She knew this was wrong. Heck, this wasn't even a line she considered crossing before ten seconds ago. The difference between then and now was that now... she didn't care.
It didn't matter that she knew he wanted someone else. It didn't matter that this didn't mean anything. That was why it worked.
Tonight was a night of too much scotch and one question. What the hell?
The whole night had felt a little surreal, although she knew that it stemmed from the fact that they had been drinking well past what was considered normal. Oliver had been the one who cracked open the bottle, likely bummed over Clark and Lois finally getting their act together, but Chloe never confirmed that suspicion. Because despite the good that had transpired over the past few weeks, the events from earlier in the year weren’t going away anytime soon. For all she knew, that was the actual reason.
When he entered Watchtower, she had been running a lead on the world’s latest threat, but it felt like it had gone dry a long time ago, so when frustration took over, she joined him. One chink of their glasses led to another, while their conversation began to shift in interesting directions. As the night wore on, he started to move his body closer to her, and she unknowingly followed suit until they reached for the bottle at the same time.
His hand had covered hers, and to Chloe’s surprise, it didn’t move away. Instead, it almost felt like he dug his fingers between her hand and the bottle, which led to her eyes peering up at him.
His stare felt… different, although it didn’t take long for Chloe to feel that wall come down for her too. She blamed the alcohol, as it wasn’t usually that easy, but it also wasn’t long before both hands moved away from the bottle. The way he was looking at her, Chloe knew what it meant.
Every day, they looked around them, seeing the happiness on the streets, in their friends’ eyes, so it wasn’t much to ask for a moment to feel content. Right?
She moved her head closer to Oliver, feeling his breath on her cheek, vaguely reminding herself of the line she was about to cross, the line he was about to let her cross. But with her face inches from his, Chloe whispered the last three words before their lips collided.
It would be one night, nothing memorable or specific. Basic human needs, a feeling of want, maybe even of need. She half expected him to say the name of her cousin at some point as the kiss intensified, especially considering how much alcohol he had consumed. However, words felt pretty unnecessary as he shoved her jeans down her legs.
What remained of her rational brain was focused on the fact that it wasn’t supposed to feel this good. His hand placed on her back, the pads of his fingers holding her like his life depended on it. His lips trailing down the skin of her neck, sucking against it, she wasn’t supposed to show a reaction. She was supposed to know him, be prepared for this.
She knew his reputation, she knew there was a reason Oliver Queen’s playboy status was a solid alibi for his work as Green Arrow, but damn. If he was this good drunk, Chloe could only wonder what he was like sober.
Too bad you’ll never know.
Chloe shook her head, not sure where that thought came from. That was a good thing. As good as this felt, this was an itch that had to be scratched. That was it. After all, there was no way that Oliver and her would ever work. There was too much at stake. Although the more he touched her, the more she was convinced that he was scratching more than one itch.
So she tried to return the favour in a more literal sense. As he kissed her, deepening the action almost immediately, Chloe worked her hands under his shirt, dragging her nails down his chest. It wasn’t long before he pulled away, letting a hissing sound out, so she moved her hands to remove his shirt. After all, it wasn’t every day that she got to enjoy the sight of him shirtless like this.
However, Oliver had another idea, as he quickly moved their bodies down to the couch. He then shifted their bodies, albeit a little awkwardly, so that he hovered over her. There was a second where they were both still and Chloe couldn’t help but notice the look in his eyes again. She couldn’t help but feel like she had seen this look before, but she knew that he had never looked at her like that before.
Yet beneath it all, there was a hint of understanding, the knowledge that even if this was never considered a facet of their friendship, tonight, he understood that she needed to experience the exception to the rule. God knew that she probably could use a case of rule breaking that didn’t completely backfire on her.
That thought forced Chloe back into action, as her recent failures were the last things she wanted to focus on right now, especially when she was with someone who seemed intent on pleasuring every inch of her body. Therefore, it was only fair that she at least tried to do the same for him, starting with undoing the button of his pants, hooking her fingers under his boxers and moving them down as far as her arms would allow. She didn’t have a great view of his lower body, as he seemed to be working around her shirt and bra to kiss her skin, but she wasn’t about to complain, as the view of Oliver’s face and the top of his head weren’t exactly an unwelcome sight.
However, when her arms raised to skim against his lower back, he decided to finish what she started, kicking his pants off before his gaze moved down towards her panties. Chloe knew that she was wet enough as it was, but that look was almost enough on its own. She swallowed hard as he tore them from her body, but instead of satisfying that curiosity right away, he seemed to recognize that she had some catching up to do. Therefore, her shirt and bra were next to go, followed by a few seconds for both of them to take each other in.
Normally, this would be the part where Chloe would be self-conscious of her figure, but seeing that Oliver’s stare hadn’t wavered was enough to push that fear aside. She wasn’t about to let this thought go to her head, but deep down, Chloe thought there was a chance it had actually intensified in the last few seconds.
Understandably, it didn’t last, although she wasn’t expecting that the next sound to fill the air would be Oliver clearing his throat. She was tempted to break her silence, but Oliver seemed determined to keep coherent language out of the equation. That's why he didn’t seem to mind the moans she made earlier, nor the loud gasp she made when he cupped her breasts with his hands.
As his grip tightened, Chloe felt her back arch, her eyes shutting as she wanted to enjoy every second of this, but it appeared that the foreplay wasn’t going to last much longer. She felt his body shift on the couch, his shaft grazing her belly, so she braced herself for when he pushed it inside of her. What she hadn’t anticipated was that she wasn’t the only one to have a reaction to his slow entrance.
“Damn it Chloe.”
It was only a few words, yet it caught her completely off-guard, as she felt her body pause, her eyes blinking as she wondered if she had heard right. It was probably wrong to assume anything of the contrary, but the fact that she was actually… satisfying him surprised her.
Sure enough, Oliver had sensed the change in her body language, so he brought his head up and asked her a more dangerous question than he realized.
“You... okay?”
She shouldn’t be okay. Despite the alcohol, it seemed like Oliver knew exactly what he was doing and he was probably asking the question because of the fact that he was inside of her, not for the act itself.
Yet to her surprise, she blurted, “Yeah. It’s just… been awhile.” Only she would know that it wasn’t as straightforward as implied, so when he didn’t seem convinced, Chloe fisted her hand in his hair, bringing his lips up to hers, oddly relieved when he kissed her back.
It was in these moments that Chloe reminded herself that he was human too. Even if he did know what he was doing, that didn’t change what was happening. Even as she screamed his name after he pushed harder inside of her, Chloe wouldn’t let herself forget…
It was just one night.
The twist is that you’re just like me
You need company, you need human heat
~End~
Companion Piece: Giving In
Sera’s Scribbles: Honestly, this was supposed to be better. To me, this song has so much potential with Chlollie, but it took a while to re-find my Chlollie voice, especially after a break, and especially on a piece like this. I mean, I even took a teeny bit of liberty with the lyrics (stupid unheard pronoun), but for some reason, I couldn’t get what I wanted.
Granted, I’ve been joking to myself since finishing “The Longer You Run” that it’s all downhill from here (or rather ‘there’ when the fic was finished), as I’m pretty sure my plots might get a little repetitive, but I’m hopeful that you enjoyed this and what’s to come. With any luck, I’m just overreacting because of real life stress, and if I am… sorry for the operetta ;)
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Title: One Night
Summary: Tonight was a night of too much scotch and one question. What the hell?
Rating: R
Warning: minor adult content, coarse language
One Night
Twist and whisper the wrong name
I don’t care nor do my ears
The Twist: Frightened Rabbit
She knew this was wrong. Heck, this wasn't even a line she considered crossing before ten seconds ago. The difference between then and now was that now... she didn't care.
It didn't matter that she knew he wanted someone else. It didn't matter that this didn't mean anything. That was why it worked.
Tonight was a night of too much scotch and one question. What the hell?
The whole night had felt a little surreal, although she knew that it stemmed from the fact that they had been drinking well past what was considered normal. Oliver had been the one who cracked open the bottle, likely bummed over Clark and Lois finally getting their act together, but Chloe never confirmed that suspicion. Because despite the good that had transpired over the past few weeks, the events from earlier in the year weren’t going away anytime soon. For all she knew, that was the actual reason.
When he entered Watchtower, she had been running a lead on the world’s latest threat, but it felt like it had gone dry a long time ago, so when frustration took over, she joined him. One chink of their glasses led to another, while their conversation began to shift in interesting directions. As the night wore on, he started to move his body closer to her, and she unknowingly followed suit until they reached for the bottle at the same time.
His hand had covered hers, and to Chloe’s surprise, it didn’t move away. Instead, it almost felt like he dug his fingers between her hand and the bottle, which led to her eyes peering up at him.
His stare felt… different, although it didn’t take long for Chloe to feel that wall come down for her too. She blamed the alcohol, as it wasn’t usually that easy, but it also wasn’t long before both hands moved away from the bottle. The way he was looking at her, Chloe knew what it meant.
Every day, they looked around them, seeing the happiness on the streets, in their friends’ eyes, so it wasn’t much to ask for a moment to feel content. Right?
She moved her head closer to Oliver, feeling his breath on her cheek, vaguely reminding herself of the line she was about to cross, the line he was about to let her cross. But with her face inches from his, Chloe whispered the last three words before their lips collided.
It would be one night, nothing memorable or specific. Basic human needs, a feeling of want, maybe even of need. She half expected him to say the name of her cousin at some point as the kiss intensified, especially considering how much alcohol he had consumed. However, words felt pretty unnecessary as he shoved her jeans down her legs.
What remained of her rational brain was focused on the fact that it wasn’t supposed to feel this good. His hand placed on her back, the pads of his fingers holding her like his life depended on it. His lips trailing down the skin of her neck, sucking against it, she wasn’t supposed to show a reaction. She was supposed to know him, be prepared for this.
She knew his reputation, she knew there was a reason Oliver Queen’s playboy status was a solid alibi for his work as Green Arrow, but damn. If he was this good drunk, Chloe could only wonder what he was like sober.
Too bad you’ll never know.
Chloe shook her head, not sure where that thought came from. That was a good thing. As good as this felt, this was an itch that had to be scratched. That was it. After all, there was no way that Oliver and her would ever work. There was too much at stake. Although the more he touched her, the more she was convinced that he was scratching more than one itch.
So she tried to return the favour in a more literal sense. As he kissed her, deepening the action almost immediately, Chloe worked her hands under his shirt, dragging her nails down his chest. It wasn’t long before he pulled away, letting a hissing sound out, so she moved her hands to remove his shirt. After all, it wasn’t every day that she got to enjoy the sight of him shirtless like this.
However, Oliver had another idea, as he quickly moved their bodies down to the couch. He then shifted their bodies, albeit a little awkwardly, so that he hovered over her. There was a second where they were both still and Chloe couldn’t help but notice the look in his eyes again. She couldn’t help but feel like she had seen this look before, but she knew that he had never looked at her like that before.
Yet beneath it all, there was a hint of understanding, the knowledge that even if this was never considered a facet of their friendship, tonight, he understood that she needed to experience the exception to the rule. God knew that she probably could use a case of rule breaking that didn’t completely backfire on her.
That thought forced Chloe back into action, as her recent failures were the last things she wanted to focus on right now, especially when she was with someone who seemed intent on pleasuring every inch of her body. Therefore, it was only fair that she at least tried to do the same for him, starting with undoing the button of his pants, hooking her fingers under his boxers and moving them down as far as her arms would allow. She didn’t have a great view of his lower body, as he seemed to be working around her shirt and bra to kiss her skin, but she wasn’t about to complain, as the view of Oliver’s face and the top of his head weren’t exactly an unwelcome sight.
However, when her arms raised to skim against his lower back, he decided to finish what she started, kicking his pants off before his gaze moved down towards her panties. Chloe knew that she was wet enough as it was, but that look was almost enough on its own. She swallowed hard as he tore them from her body, but instead of satisfying that curiosity right away, he seemed to recognize that she had some catching up to do. Therefore, her shirt and bra were next to go, followed by a few seconds for both of them to take each other in.
Normally, this would be the part where Chloe would be self-conscious of her figure, but seeing that Oliver’s stare hadn’t wavered was enough to push that fear aside. She wasn’t about to let this thought go to her head, but deep down, Chloe thought there was a chance it had actually intensified in the last few seconds.
Understandably, it didn’t last, although she wasn’t expecting that the next sound to fill the air would be Oliver clearing his throat. She was tempted to break her silence, but Oliver seemed determined to keep coherent language out of the equation. That's why he didn’t seem to mind the moans she made earlier, nor the loud gasp she made when he cupped her breasts with his hands.
As his grip tightened, Chloe felt her back arch, her eyes shutting as she wanted to enjoy every second of this, but it appeared that the foreplay wasn’t going to last much longer. She felt his body shift on the couch, his shaft grazing her belly, so she braced herself for when he pushed it inside of her. What she hadn’t anticipated was that she wasn’t the only one to have a reaction to his slow entrance.
“Damn it Chloe.”
It was only a few words, yet it caught her completely off-guard, as she felt her body pause, her eyes blinking as she wondered if she had heard right. It was probably wrong to assume anything of the contrary, but the fact that she was actually… satisfying him surprised her.
Sure enough, Oliver had sensed the change in her body language, so he brought his head up and asked her a more dangerous question than he realized.
“You... okay?”
She shouldn’t be okay. Despite the alcohol, it seemed like Oliver knew exactly what he was doing and he was probably asking the question because of the fact that he was inside of her, not for the act itself.
Yet to her surprise, she blurted, “Yeah. It’s just… been awhile.” Only she would know that it wasn’t as straightforward as implied, so when he didn’t seem convinced, Chloe fisted her hand in his hair, bringing his lips up to hers, oddly relieved when he kissed her back.
It was in these moments that Chloe reminded herself that he was human too. Even if he did know what he was doing, that didn’t change what was happening. Even as she screamed his name after he pushed harder inside of her, Chloe wouldn’t let herself forget…
It was just one night.
The twist is that you’re just like me
You need company, you need human heat
~End~
Companion Piece: Giving In
Sera’s Scribbles: Honestly, this was supposed to be better. To me, this song has so much potential with Chlollie, but it took a while to re-find my Chlollie voice, especially after a break, and especially on a piece like this. I mean, I even took a teeny bit of liberty with the lyrics (stupid unheard pronoun), but for some reason, I couldn’t get what I wanted.
Granted, I’ve been joking to myself since finishing “The Longer You Run” that it’s all downhill from here (or rather ‘there’ when the fic was finished), as I’m pretty sure my plots might get a little repetitive, but I’m hopeful that you enjoyed this and what’s to come. With any luck, I’m just overreacting because of real life stress, and if I am… sorry for the operetta ;)
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