Chlollie Fanfic: Beauty in the Breakdown VIII, Living Life - Chapter 6/6

[babydee1]

And another instalment in the BITB Saga comes to a close!  But fear not, my lovelies...there be more where this came from.  A lot more. ;-)   

For now, let's just leave our happy couple in each other's arms on their wedding night.  And get a glimpse of Cousin Lois's reaction to her Baby Cousin's sudden nuptials. ;-) 

Enjoy!  Rated NC-17, so no minors please.  

Hope you all like it, and comments are much appreciated! 


 


Title:              Beauty in the Breakdown VIII: Living Life 
Author:          BabyDee 
Pairing:          Chlollie 
Rating:           NC-17 (this chapter PG-13) 
Warnings:     A Re-telling of Chlollie post-Warrior 
Timeline:      Season 9 
Disclaimer:   All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.  
Summary:     With Oliver by her side, Chloe learns to let go, find peace, and fall in love. 
Story Summary: As with everything else in Chloe and Oliver’s relationship, their next step is as unconventional as ever. 
Feedback:      …Always. :)

Series inspired by sxymami0909’s Watchtower playlist. 
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Chapter 6 

After a quick shower, Chloe and Oliver sat in bed in their Suite, sipping champagne and looking at their wedding pictures.

“Bobby missed his calling,” Chloe observed as she marvelled at the slideshow. “This is stunning work, Ollie.  Absolutely beautiful.” 

“He really captured the carefree spirit of our wedding; no stuffy poses, or such nonsense…just honest-to-God laughter, love and happiness,” Oliver added as image after image materialised on the screen, each more beautiful than the last.  “And at such short notice, as well.  I hope he intends to make a career out of this, because with his talent he shouldn’t be working in Room Service.  Not at all.” 

“Maybe he’s biding his time, saving up towards a formal photography course?” Chloe suggested, and Oliver nodded thoughtfully. 

“It’s more than likely,” he answered.  “But I’ll have a word with him before we leave, and if photography is his dream, we’ll see what we can do to help him achieve it.  At the very least, we’ll pay him handsomely for his services today.” 

Chloe grinned and looked up at her husband in awe.  Already he was thinking like a married man, including her in his decisions and using we instead of I.  She loved it. 

She loved him. 

And he loved her. 

It still all felt like some wonderful dream.  Curiously she pinched her arm hard to see if it might jog her out of her blissful slumber. 

“You’re gonna have a nasty bruise there tomorrow,” Oliver pointed out balefully, and she smiled. 

“I just…can’t believe how happy we are,” she gushed.  “I keep thinking I’ll wake up, that this is all a dream.” 

“It’s no dream,” Oliver replied softly, tilting her chin up gently and looking deep into her eyes.  “We’re married.” 

“We’re married,” she whispered.  “I’m your wife.”  Then she grinned and flung the comforter off and started to swing her legs to the floor.  “I’ve gotta tell Lois---”

“Nope - not if it means getting out of this bed, you aren’t,” he said sternly, pulling her back in and draping the comforter back over them.  “You call her now, you’ll be on the phone all night, and I’ve no desire to spend my wedding night listening to you yakking with your cousin when we should be consummating our marriage.” 

“Good point,” she conceded.  “Okay, here’s what I’ll do…” 

She sat up in bed and fiddled with her phone for a few minutes, and then lay back down beside him.  “All done,” she announced. 

He frowned.  “What did you do?” 

“Hmm?” she said innocently.  “Oh, nothing much; just blue-toothed one of the wedding pictures to my cell – my favourite; you know, that one where you have me on your back and we’re grinning like loons as you’re wading back to shore?” 

He nodded.  “Mmm-hmm, and what did you do with it?” 

She flashed him a triumphant, cheeky grin.  “I just texted it to Lois with the title:  “Guess who just got married?!?”  

“Oh, you minx!” he chuckled.  “I give it ten seconds before she starts bombarding you with calls.” 

It only took five.  Chloe’s cell beeped, and Oliver quickly reached out, shut it off and dumped it in the bottom of her bag. 

“Ollie!” she giggled in mock horror. 

“She doesn’t know what hotel we’re at, does she?” he murmured as he leaned over her and gently caressed her arm, and she shook her head. 

“Good,” he grinned.  “And on the off-chance that she gets it into her head to ring every hotel in Miami looking for a Mr and Mrs Queen, I’ve left strict instructions with the Front Desk that we are not to be disturbed for anything.” 

“And we know how good they are at keeping secrets,” Chloe replied sultrily, threading a hand in his hair.  She stared into his warm brown eyes, and her expression sobered.  “I’m not worried, you know,” she said quietly.  “Earlier, I…well, I just wanted you to know that I’m okay now.” 

Oliver nodded.  “Like I said, I can’t promise that tough times won’t come our way, Chloe,” he said sombrely, stroking her hair with infinite tenderness.  “I wish I could, but I can’t.  All I can promise as that as long as I’m alive, I will love you with everything that is in me, and I will protect you with my life.” 

“I know,” she replied, placing a hand on his cheek.  “I know that life doesn’t always turn out like we planned, I just…” she sighed.  “I just want us to be happy, Ollie.  I think we deserve it.  And if tough times do come, I fully trust and believe that we can weather the storm together.” 

“Good,” he said with a warm smile.  “Glad to hear it.  And now that the serious business is out of the way…” he pulled her into his lap so that she straddled him, and lifted her skimpy nightgown over her head, baring her to his ardent gaze. “…let’s get this honeymoon started.” 

Chloe grinned, her amusement soon fading as her husband slid his hands up her sides and claimed her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs.  Her back arched and she sighed breathlessly as arousal pooled deep within her core.  She lowered her head and brushed her lips over his, drawing his lower lip into her mouth and sucking on it gently. 

Her hand snaked between their bodies and sought his hardening length, stroking it firmly from base to tip.  Oliver shuddered as her mouth moved to his chest.  She took his nipple between her teeth and teased it with the tip of her tongue, flicking it lightly. 

“Oh, Chloe,” he groaned, sifting his hand through her hair, his fingers insistent and urgent.  With one quick move he turned them over so that she was lying on her back, and he immediately began to kiss his way down her body. 

“I forgot to tell you earlier…” he whispered as he dropped soft kisses over her belly.  “Your vows…they were beautiful.  I memorised everything you said.” 

“I loved your vows,” she replied breathlessly as he nuzzled the soft thatch between her thighs.  “I’ve never heard anything more captivating in my entire life.” 

Oliver’s tongue dipped between the folds and slowly stroked her aching nub.  She gasped and arched against him, burrowing her hand in his hair and silently asking for more.  He gave it to her, as always, holding her thighs firm as he tasted her deeply; exploring her moist softness with his lips and tongue until she cried and shuddered helplessly in his arms. 

A languid, post-orgasmic warmth suffused her limbs, and she smiled.  She was so lucky.  Oliver was always so determined to make her come at least once before making love to her fully, insisting it prepared her better to receive him and caused her less discomfort.  Truth was she hadn’t felt any discomfort with him in a while, and she’d told him so, but he’d flatly declared he wasn’t going to stop giving her multiple orgasms just to test her theory, and that was that. 

She grinned as he slowly kissed his way back up her body.  It was the one time in her life she’d been happy to lose an argument. 

Oliver’s questing lips nuzzled the underside of one breast as his hand toyed with her puckered nipple of the other. 

“We’re gonna have such a beautiful future, Chloe,” he murmured against her warm mounds.  “Just think…one day, a few years from now, we’ll be making love and making a baby at the same time.”

Chloe’s eyes flew open in a mild panic as his words penetrated her consciousness.  In all the excitement and spontaneity of the day’s events, she’d completely forgotten to take her contraceptive pill for the day.  The last one she’d had was yesterday, just before she’d left Metropolis for Miami.   So she’d been without contraception for more than 24 hours. 

Yikes. 

Briefly she considered telling Oliver to pause for a quick second whilst she rummaged in her purse and fished her pills out…but then his lips found her nipple and he increased the suction on her breast, and all rational thought fled from her brain.  Then his fingers slipped between her legs and teased her sensitive flesh, and all thought – rational or otherwise – evaporated instantly from her head like steam from the desert floor. 

She moaned softly and smoothed her hands down his flanks, curling her fingers into the taut flesh of his buttocks and urging him forward. 

“Make love to me,” she whispered, hooking her calf over his thigh.  “My husband…” 

Her use of his brand new status had the desired effect.  Oliver groaned and thrust his hips forward, sinking deep into her snug warmth. 

Well, there was no way she was stopping him now, she thought with a contented smile as he began to move.  There really wasn't much point, since they’d already made love twice today anyway.  She’d basically be locking the stable door long after the horse had bolted. 

No worries…she’d offset today’s deficit by taking two pills first thing tomorrow morning.  There.  Problem solved.   

Satisfied with her solution, she put all troubling thoughts out of her mind and enjoyed the warmth and passion of her husband’s embrace.  She clutched his shoulders as his thrusts increased pace, the gleam of her wedding ring catching her eye and giving her a thrilling buzz.  It intensified as she spied the corresponding ring on Oliver’s hand.  She linked one hand with his and gasped as passion intensified and claimed her.  Heat blazed through them both at the height of ultimate fulfilment as they consummated their marriage, truly becoming one. 

***

Lois tore into the bullpen, her expression wild and furious as she wove between the desks.  Clark gulped. That could only mean one thing…

Trouble.  

He regarded her warily as she bore down in him, dangerously brandishing her cellphone like an unpinned grenade.  As soon as she got to his desk, she stuck it in his face, screen-side forward.

“Look at this picture,” she commanded roughly.  “Tell me, Clark – what do you see?” 

He took the phone from her hands and stared at the image, and his expression softened.  “It’s Oliver and Chloe,” he answered with a smile.  “In Miami.” 

“Look closer,” was the brusque reply. 

He peered at the still again.  “Oliver and Chloe on the beach in Miami?” he ventured. 

She scowled.  “Closer.”

“Oliver and Chloe…smiling on the beach in Miami?” he offered. 

Lois scowled and folded her arms.  “Do you need glasses?” she said scathingly. 

He sighed and tried again.  “Oliver and Chloe laughing on the beach in Miami…?” he tried.  And when that failed, “…sans footwear…?” 

Lois clenched her fists in frustration and leaned hard on the desk.  “Her hand, Clark.  Look at her hand.  Now what do you see?” 

He glanced at said hand and furrowed his brow in concentration.  “Chloe’s hand perilously close to Oliver’s nipple…?”

Lois’s eyes narrowed into tiny slits, and Clark threw his hands in the air.  “I give up.  I am really bad at this game.  You win.  Now, what is it I’m supposed to be looking at?”

Growling, she grabbed the phone out of his hands and slid her fingers across the screen, enlarging the image.  “Now do you see what I’m talking about?” she grated. 

Clark gave her a baleful look and took the phone out of her hands, looking once again at the image. 

And his eyes almost popped out of his head.  There, on Chloe’s finger…glinting in the sunshine…

“Lois,” he breathed in disbelief.  “Is that a---?”

“Yes.” 

“Did she and Ollie get---?” 

“Yes,” she seethed. 

Clark’s eyes widened and he made a wry face.  “Ah…”

“Ah?” Lois breathed dangerously.  “That’s it? ‘Ah?’  That’s all you have to say about this…fiasco?”

He shrugged helplessly.  “Well, I…”

“How could she?” Lois raged.  “How could she do this?” 

“Lois…”

“The first time she told me she wanted to get married, I was against it,” she seethed.  “I thought it was a bad idea, but she seemed happy so I turned a blind eye.  And look at what a disaster it turned out to be.” 

“But the circumstances were---”  

“…and now what does she do?” she raged on.  “Get married again? Like this??”  She gave a mirthless laugh and shook her head.  “No.  Absolutely no way.  That blind eye?  Not so blind anymore.” 

“Lois---”

“They’ll be back,” she said, folding her arms a fuming.  “They’ll soon be back, both of them.   Oliver Queen is in so much trouble.  And Little Miss?  Oh, she has a lot of explaining to do!” 

“Er…don’t you mean Little Mrs?” he ventured.

Big mistake.  Lois’s face darkened like thunder, and Clark ducked behind his computer screen as her hand rose sharply in the air. 

Fortunately, it wasn’t destined for his left cheek.  Rather, she snatched her phone out of his hands and marched away from his desk.  “When they get back,” she muttered as she stalked off out of the basement.  “When they get back…”   

***

The End. 

Coming Soon: Beauty in the Breakdown IX: ‘Fessing Up  

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Comments

[patie91.livejournal.com]

Forgot to mention Lois. Guess she pales in comparision to Chlollie.

I realise she's surprised, shocked, more like it. I know how it was with Chloe and Jimmy, and how she really felt about their marriage. But to compare them to Chlollie? There is no comparison between wrong and right, accidental and meant to be. Is there?

I feel Lois should really let them enjoy their honeymoon. But she's Lois. I do hope that after some time, Lois will realise Chloe and Oliver are truly happy (the forever kind of happy). I hope she won't try to affect the happy couple with her worries TOO much.

One can only hope.

Anyway, I didn't expect Lois to react that way... Maybe I was the blind one. I suspected her to be angry she was not included in the wedding, but not truly angry, or thinking Chloe made a mistake...

So this was my Lois part of review. She does deserve it.

[babydee1.livejournal.com]

"Forgot to mention Lois. Guess she pales in comparision to Chlollie."

Naturally. ;-)

"I realise she's surprised, shocked, more like it."

As we say on this side of the pond, absolutely gobsmacked! :-D

"I know how it was with Chloe and Jimmy, and how she really felt about their marriage. But to compare them to Chlollie? There is no comparison between wrong and right, accidental and meant to be. Is there?"

Not at all. But Chloe is her younger cousin, more like a younger sister, and the last she knew Chloe was going to spend a weekend with her boyfriend, not get hitched on what to Lois will appear to be the 'spur of the moment'. Am I making sense? :-\

"I feel Lois should really let them enjoy their honeymoon. But she's Lois. I do hope that after some time, Lois will realise Chloe and Oliver are truly happy (the forever kind of happy). I hope she won't try to affect the happy couple with her worries TOO much.

One can only hope.

Anyway, I didn't expect Lois to react that way... Maybe I was the blind one. I suspected her to be angry she was not included in the wedding, but not truly angry, or thinking Chloe made a mistake..."

She's reacting like any normal older sibling would, given the circumstances. But I don't want to give too much away just yet; you'll see how it all goes down in Fessing Up. Lots of questions answered, and I've already started writing it, so hopefully I should start posting next week, if my dodgy computer has mercy on me and hasn't died by then. :-)

Thanks again for another stellar review, and I'm glad you liked the story as a whole! :-)