Chlollie Fanfic: Misdirection, Chapter 5

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Nasty cliffie I left y'all on last time, weren't it? :-P

Here's the next chapter.  Enjoy!

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Title:               Misdirection
Author:          BabyDee
Pairing:          Chlollie
Rating:           R. Very R.  Possibly NC-17.
Warnings:      Smut Ahoy!
Timeline:       Season 7 (Siren) with references to Season 6’s Justice
Disclaimer:    All characters belong to the CW & DC comics. 
Summary:     Sparks begin to fly between our high-achieving couple.  Sequel to Trajectory.
Feedback:      You know what to do. 

ETA: I totally forgot to put this behind a cut!  My apologies, peeps!


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Chapter 5


It had been a long, long time since Oliver Queen had tingled from the merest of kisses.  Truth be told, he couldn’t remember a woman whose kisses had affected him so potently. 

Yet here he was, kissing Chloe Sullivan, his legs feeling as weak as cooked spaghetti. 

He touched his lips to hers, and a tiny current of sensual energy buzzed through his entire body.  He lifted his head and gazed down at her flushed, parted lips through narrowed eyes.  Her hazel eyes darkened with brewing lust as her pupils dilated, her desire evident.  She leaned towards him and claimed his lips in a brief, slow kiss, exerting slight pressure as she sucked on his lower lip gently before releasing it. 

This time, the buzz that ran through him threatened to floor him completely.  He took a last remaining step forward, closing the gap between them.  Threading his hand through her blonde hair, Oliver slanted his lips over hers, prising her mouth open with his tongue. 

Chloe shivered and uttered a throaty moan and obediently parted her lips for him.  His tongue swept past her lips and into her mouth, swirling briefly around the warm, moist softness and retreating.  He repeated the action again and again until she grew tired of the light teasing and stroked her tongue against his, curling it around his own tongue eagerly as her hand snaked all the way up his chest before grasping a handful of his hair and tugging his mouth down to hers more firmly. 

Oliver was surprised to hear himself groaning loudly, feel his pants growing painfully tight.  Chloe’s kisses ignited his senses like a match held to a potent accelerant.  She tasted…exotic and yet familiar, like sunshine in winter or the cool shade of a palm tree on a hot, tropical day.  In all his days, he’d never dreamed kissing could be so erotic.  And if kissing her felt this good…

Slowly he lowered one hand and wrapped his palm around her breast.  Chloe inhaled sharply and arched her back, pushing her breast into his hand, her nipple tightening against his palm.  He groaned and brushed his thumb over the hard bud, teasing it to further tautness.  

“Ollie,” she whispered breathlessly, her head falling back and her eyelids fluttering shut as he squeezed and kneaded her pliant, warm flesh in his hands. 

A small section of his brain that still happened to be working reminded him that he ought not to be feeling up a woman who’d just had a brush with death, a woman he should in fact be looking after.  But then Chloe dropped her hands to his hips and pulled him against her so that their groins made intimate contact.  Her legs went around his waist, and alas, that small section of his brain immediately sizzled in a virtual puff of smoke. 

Oliver groaned loudly and pressed his aching hardness into Chloe’s warm heat, lowering his other hand to her hip and grasping it gently as he rolled his hips against her.  The pressure in his groin increased exponentially as the tightness in his pants threatened to cut off circulation to other parts of his body.  He desperately wanted to unzip his pants and free his straining erection, but knew that if he did that, there’d be no going back for either of them. 

So he managed to dredge up one last smidgeon of self-control and stay clothed from the waist down.  He was, however, unable to resist pushing the sheer fabric of one of Chloe’s bra-cups to one side and taking her bare nipple between his fingers. 

“Aaaahhhh,” she moaned as he pressed and rolled the hard bud between his thumb and forefinger.  She hooked her ankles around him firmly. 

“More,” she urged.  “More…”

He was more than happy to oblige and pretty much powerless to refuse her.  Lowering his head to hers, he claimed her lips in a passionate kiss, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth in time with the movements of his body.  He pinched her nipple and squeezed her breast almost roughly, grasping her hip and grinding against her clitoris with pressing thrusts. 

Chloe moaned into his mouth and suddenly wrenched her face away from his, her voice rising as her body shuddered and she came with a loud, tremulous wail.  

Oliver could do nothing but stare at her as pleasure rippled through her body.  Her eyes were squeezed shut and her lips parted wordlessly as orgasmic tremors pulsed through her.  He swallowed roughly as his pants tightened and he grew ten times harder than he was before.  Without doubt, Chloe was the most sensual woman he’d ever had in his arms.

Eventually the tension eased from her body and she went limp against him, sucking in deep lungfuls of air as she came down from her sensory high.  Her eyelids slowly lifted and she looked at him, her pupils still dilated with residual arousal. 

She was still in his arms, held up against his burgeoning hardness.  As he looked into her eyes, he couldn’t help but wonder what her next move would be, and was hesitant to make any predictions, even to himself.  But more than anything he wanted to carry this encounter to its natural conclusion.  He was desperate for some relief, and heaven knew there was still so much more he wanted to do with her. 

Chloe suddenly shifted in his arms and inched backwards so that they were no longer intimately connected.  Oliver waited with bated breath, expecting some kind of denial or rebuttal to spring from her lips. 

He needn’t have worried.  Chloe lifted a hand and trailed her fingers along his abs, tracing the firm muscles there with light touches.  Then she changed the direction of her fingers, sliding them down till they were resting just above the waistband of his trousers. 

He couldn’t take her teasing much longer.  “Please,” he said in a gravelly, hoarse voice he barely recognised as his own. 

Fortunately she wasn’t a tease…well, not much of one.  She lowered her hand and moulded it against his confined cock, sliding it up and down his trapped length with such skill his legs threatened to give way.  A whimper escaped him as her burning touch left him light-headed and desperate for more of her.

She didn’t disappoint him.  With sure fingers she lifted the tab of his zipper and slid it down, pressing against his straining length.  He groaned with relief as the constricting fabric parted, granting him some meagre ease from the ache. 

Oliver itched with anticipation and waited for her to touch him with her bare hands, his cock jerking eagerly as the tip of it poked out of the top of his underwear.  Damn it, he was going to die if she didn’t touch him soon. 

Luckily she didn’t keep him waiting.  Chloe slipped her hand into his briefs and finally, finally, wrapped her hand around his cock.  He sucked in a breath as her hand tightened around his straining shaft and she stroked him slowly but firmly from base to tip.

And then a cellphone buzzed insistently, breaking the silence. 

*** 

Oliver exhaled roughly and ground his jaw as the irritating buzz continued to permeate the air.  Chloe stiffened in his arms, her hand frozen on his turgid flesh. 

Well, fuck.  Whoever was on the other side of that line had the world’s shittiest timing ever. 

She looked up at him, and he held her hazel gaze with a pleading one of his own.

Don’t answer it, he begged silently.  Don’t answer it. 

The phone stopped buzzing, but then began again almost immediately.  Chloe dropped her gaze and slid her hands out of his pants before putting her exposed breast back in its bra cup and slipping off the counter. 

Damn it.

Oliver scowled and swore under his breath.  He’d thought he was going to die before, but he’d been wrong then.

He didn’t think he was wrong now.

*** 

Clutching her blouse to her, Chloe walked unsteadily to fetch her cellphone from her ruined purse.  Her back was to him, but she could feel Ollie’s gaze on her as surely as if he’d had laser beams for eyes. 

She fumbled among the items distractedly, her mind on only one thing. 

He’d made her come.  Oliver Queen had given her her first orgasm; at least, her first one that wasn’t by her own hand.  And he hadn’t even had to take her clothes off...well, not all of them.  Her body was still thrumming from the sensual release, and little twinges of aftershocks tingled between her legs. 

She blinked and attempted to focus on finding her cell.  By the time she located it, it had stopped ringing, but there was a little envelope on the screen indicating she had a text message.  She opened it to read the following message:

At the Talon, need 2 talk. Where r u?

Clark.  She couldn’t face him right now; heck, she could barely face Oliver.  She couldn’t face anyone; she just wanted to be alone to process what had just happened here.  How on earth had she gone from receiving first aid to dry-humping with Oliver Queen?

“Everything okay?” he said from behind her, making her jump. 

His hands curled around her shoulders and she could feel her skin beginning to heat up again from the simple touch. 


“Yeah, everything’s fine…it’s just Clark.”

At the mention of Clark’s name his fingers stiffened slightly.  Quickly she buttoned her blouse and stepped out of his embrace. 

“What does he want at this hour?” he asked, and she thought she detected a hint of jealousy in his voice. 

“He just wants to talk,” she replied, gathering her belongings.. 

“Can’t he talk to Lana?”

She folded her hands and stood stiffly.  “It’s complicated, Oliver.  You know what he’s dealing with.”

He took the phone out of her hands and studied the message, his brows drawing together in a frown. 

“Kind of late for a chat, don’t you think?” he said again, refusing to let the issue go.

“I never said I was going to talk to him tonight,” she said defensively.  “And besides, it’s Clark; we call each other at all sorts of hours.”

“And he wonders why he and Lana have intimacy issues,” he grumbled under his breath. 

Her eyes narrowed and she regarded him coldly.  “Are you accusing me of being the root cause of the problems in their relationship?” she said, her voice dangerously quiet. 

Oliver ran a hand through his hair and sighed.  “I just…look, I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that.  Like you said, it’s none of my business.” 

Chloe nodded wordlessly and clutched her ruined purse to her chest. 

“Are you getting ready to leave?” he asked.

“You said it, Ollie; it’s kinda late,” she replied stoically. 

“Well then, let me drive you,” he offered. 

She gave a little smile.  “I’m not at death’s door, Oliver, I can drive myself.”

“You’re supposed to go to the ER, remember?” he pointed out. 

“Nothing’s broken, Ollie,” she said.  “And if I feel the need to go to the hospital, I’ll drive myself there.”

“Are you freaked out about what just happened between us?” he asked bluntly.

“Of course not!” she said heatedly. 

Oliver folded his arms and regarded her with a disbelieving look.

She sighed.  “Well…partly,” she admitted. 

His gaze softened.  “Do you wanna talk about it?” he said gently.

She fiddled with her fingers.  “Not tonight, to be honest,” she replied.  “I just want to go home and get some rest.  It’s been a harrowing day.”

He glanced down, looking disappointed.  “Okay, I’ll let you go for now.  But we will talk.  Okay?”

She nodded and picked up her belongings.  “Alright.”

“I’m sending you to my doctor,” he said, pulling a business card out of his jacket.

She sighed again.  “Ollie…”

“No arguments,” he said briskly.  “Once she’s given you a clean bill of health, you can resume your Watchtower duties, but for now you’re on medical leave with full pay.”

“But don’t you need to debrief me?” she asked, regretting her words instantly as Oliver’s gaze lingered at her hips. 

“You know what, I’ll just go now,” she said, turning and heading towards the elevator. 

“Chloe?”

She turned and saw him looking at her earnestly.  “Yes, Ollie?”

“Come by tomorrow after you finish at the Planet,” he said softly, walking towards her.  “We’ll talk then.  Okay?”

She swallowed and nodded.  “I can’t say exactly when I’ll get off…” her cheeks heated again at her double entendre, and she noticed Ollie’s lips lifting in a small smirk.

“Get off work,” she clarified with emphasis, “but I’ll let you know when I’m on my way.” 

He nodded.  “That suits me fine.”

“Good.”  She stepped into the elevator, but before she could close the grate shut, he stepped into the car with her.  In one quick moment he took her face in his hands and covered her lips with his own, his tongue lightly tracing her lips before slipping into her mouth and kissing her deeply. 

All too soon he broke the kiss and stepped back out of the elevator.  Her heart was pounding all over again, and she was pleased to note that Oliver looked as unsettled as she felt. 

“I don’t know how things will turn out after tomorrow,” he said warily, leaning against the grate, “but I just wanted to do that.” 

“Um…okay,” she said simply, not sure how to react.

He stroked her cheek and traced her lower lip with his forefinger.  “See you tomorrow,” he whispered.

She swallowed and nodded.

“Fredericks will be waiting for you when you get downstairs,” he added.

She nodded again, and with that he closed the grate and pressed the down button for her.  Slowly the elevator descended and Chloe kept her gaze on him till he was out of her sight.

***

Chapter 6…