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babydee1Another segment in the saga draws to a close, my lovelies! I hope you like it, and I look forward to starting on the next instalment soon.
Enjoy! :-)
Title: Beauty in the Breakdown VII: Sacred Words
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.
Series Summary: With Oliver by her side, Chloe learns to let go, find peace, and fall in love.
Story Summary: Chloe and Oliver finally exchange those three little words - in their own inimitable style, of course. ;)
Feedback: …Always. :)
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sxymami0909 sent me. Thanks, Cori! :)
Brilliant banner bywe_are_parallel. Thanks so much for letting me use your awesome work! ;)
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 5
Chloe and Oliver wasted no time making up for the brief spell they’d spent apart. They made love several times through the night, their intimate union all sweeter than ever for the declarations of love that accompanied them.
She’d never have thought a perfect relationship could get any better, but it had, and she was surprised and delighted by the sheer intensity of her feelings for him. Heck, even the sex was better; richer somehow, deeper and more fulfilling, no longer on just a physical level.
“I love you,” he whispered, stroking her damp hair off her forehead as she basked in the afterglow of his lovemaking. “You know I do, don’t you?”
She smiled and gazed lovingly at him. “I know. But I’ll never get tired of hearing it.” She took his hand and pressed it over her heart. “I love you too, Ollie. I always will.”
“Good to know.” He grinned back at her, and then his smile turning into a deep yawn as he stretched, his arms going out wide. “Man, I am so worn out…”
Chloe snorted and gave him a sardonic look. “Yeah, three nookies in one night will do that to a man,” she giggled.
“And not to a woman?” he challenged wearily, switching off the bedside lamp and snuggling close to her. “No fair. How come you’re not tired?”
“I napped all afternoon, remember?” she reminded him, running her fingers through his spiky hair.
“Oh, right. Well, I’d love to stay and chat, but my eyes just can’t stay open any longer. G’night, honey.” He gave her arm a gentle squeeze and then started to drop off.
Suddenly she remembered something. “Oh - Ollie?”
He cracked one tired eye open. “Yah…?”
“You wanted to give me something, earlier?”
He grinned. “Oh, I gave it to you, alright.”
“Not that, silly,” she giggled, thumping him. “Something else; a gift, or…?”
“Gift?” he mumbled sleepily. “Oh, that…” he reached out and pulled open the dresser drawer one-handed, fumbling blindly in it until his fingers closed around an object which he extricated and pressed into her palm. “…There ya go.”
“Aw, Ollie!” she exclaimed, her eyes widening at the sight of the Cartier-branded black velvet jewellery box. Oliver had surprised her with an emerald necklace a month ago, and had suggested rather strongly (despite her loud protests) that they needed a pair of matching earrings to complete the look. Slowly she lifted the lid, fully expecting to see two small green gems twinkling in a bed of velvet.
Instead, she was greeted with the sight of a sparkling square-cut diamond set in a 24-karat platinum ring.
***
Chloe’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.
She stared at the rings and blinked, thinking she must surely be seeing images projected by her subconscious which was probably still on a euphoric high from the I love you’s of the day. Closing the lid, she shook her head wildly and then stared inside the box again, but the items within neither disappeared into thin air nor morphed into emerald studs.
On closer inspection she noticed that the ring box also contained both a classic platinum band and an eternity ring that was set with a small central emerald, flanked by three equal-sized diamonds on either side.
Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest. Now she knew why Oliver had sounded so earnest on the phone: he was planning to propose to her.
“Oliver…” she swallowed and started again, prodding him a little. “Honey…”
He stirred and snuggled closer to her. “Hmm?”
“Oliver…this is a ring.”
He nodded. “Mmm-hmm.”
“It…looks like an engagement ring and a wedding ring set,” she clarified, her voice surprisingly even.
“Mmm, they are,” he mumbled with sleepy pride. “I picked them out myself this very morning, and I have this…whole grand speech I was working on…” he trailed off, and she shook his shoulder hard, jogging him awake again.
“Grand speech?” she echoed. “What grand speech?”
He waved a tired hand in the air. “Y’know…the love we share, never wanna live without you, you complete me, yadda yadda yadda…” he turned over in bed and yawned. “Oh, what the heck. You’ll marry me, right?”
She blinked. “Uh – yeah, sure.”
“Cool.” He tightened his arms around her and started drifting off.
“Oh wait,” he said, dragging one eye open as he tried to slide backwards off the bed. “sorry…almost forgot; should I like, get down on one knee, or---”
“Ollie,” she whispered tenderly, grasping his shoulders and heaving him back up, “You’re rambling. Go to sleep, okay? We’ll talk in the morning.”
“Mmmkay.” He gave her a grateful, lazy smile and flopped forward onto the bed with an unceremonious thump.
“Night, honey,” he mumbled into the pillow. “…love you.”
“Love you, too.”
He relaxed and his lashes drifted shut again. A few seconds later he was asleep, snoring lightly.
***
Chloe regarded her sleeping fiancé with a raised brow.
Fiancé.
Ooookay.
In the space of less than two hours, they had somehow not only both declared their love for each other, but also somehow gotten engaged.
She stared at the rings in the box for a moment longer, and her brow furrowed in thought. Getting engaged was a big step; had she been too hasty? Maybe she should have held back a little bit before making a commitment. Or at least waited until the proposer was more than semi-conscious, she thought wryly.
But try as she might, she couldn’t find even a smidgeon of doubt in her mind to tarnish her decision. She and Oliver loved each other. He was the man she wanted to be with, and that was the truth. Convention dictated that they date a while further before making firm plans, but hey; they never had done anything the conventional way in their relationship, and it had worked brilliantly well for them so far. No sense in trying to fix what wasn’t broken.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Chloe lifted the rings out of the box and slid all three of them onto her the third finger of her left hand. She stretched out her arm and inspected the sparkling gems on her finger, and smiled broadly.
They were a perfect fit. Much like herself and Oliver.
Smiling, she settled down in Oliver’s arms, planted a quick kiss on his lips and drifted off into a peaceful, pleasant slumber.
***
…So in love with this feeling, tonight I’ll be sleeping
Sleeping with my eyes wide shut
- JLS, Eyes Wide Shut
The End.
Read the sequel: Beauty in the Breakdown VIII – Living Life
Enjoy! :-)
Title: Beauty in the Breakdown VII: Sacred Words
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.
Series Summary: With Oliver by her side, Chloe learns to let go, find peace, and fall in love.
Story Summary: Chloe and Oliver finally exchange those three little words - in their own inimitable style, of course. ;)
Feedback: …Always. :)
BITB Series inspired by my favourite song on the Chlollie playlist
sxymami0909 sent me. Thanks, Cori! :) Brilliant banner by
we_are_parallel. Thanks so much for letting me use your awesome work! ;)Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 5
Chloe and Oliver wasted no time making up for the brief spell they’d spent apart. They made love several times through the night, their intimate union all sweeter than ever for the declarations of love that accompanied them.
She’d never have thought a perfect relationship could get any better, but it had, and she was surprised and delighted by the sheer intensity of her feelings for him. Heck, even the sex was better; richer somehow, deeper and more fulfilling, no longer on just a physical level.
“I love you,” he whispered, stroking her damp hair off her forehead as she basked in the afterglow of his lovemaking. “You know I do, don’t you?”
She smiled and gazed lovingly at him. “I know. But I’ll never get tired of hearing it.” She took his hand and pressed it over her heart. “I love you too, Ollie. I always will.”
“Good to know.” He grinned back at her, and then his smile turning into a deep yawn as he stretched, his arms going out wide. “Man, I am so worn out…”
Chloe snorted and gave him a sardonic look. “Yeah, three nookies in one night will do that to a man,” she giggled.
“And not to a woman?” he challenged wearily, switching off the bedside lamp and snuggling close to her. “No fair. How come you’re not tired?”
“I napped all afternoon, remember?” she reminded him, running her fingers through his spiky hair.
“Oh, right. Well, I’d love to stay and chat, but my eyes just can’t stay open any longer. G’night, honey.” He gave her arm a gentle squeeze and then started to drop off.
Suddenly she remembered something. “Oh - Ollie?”
He cracked one tired eye open. “Yah…?”
“You wanted to give me something, earlier?”
He grinned. “Oh, I gave it to you, alright.”
“Not that, silly,” she giggled, thumping him. “Something else; a gift, or…?”
“Gift?” he mumbled sleepily. “Oh, that…” he reached out and pulled open the dresser drawer one-handed, fumbling blindly in it until his fingers closed around an object which he extricated and pressed into her palm. “…There ya go.”
“Aw, Ollie!” she exclaimed, her eyes widening at the sight of the Cartier-branded black velvet jewellery box. Oliver had surprised her with an emerald necklace a month ago, and had suggested rather strongly (despite her loud protests) that they needed a pair of matching earrings to complete the look. Slowly she lifted the lid, fully expecting to see two small green gems twinkling in a bed of velvet.
Instead, she was greeted with the sight of a sparkling square-cut diamond set in a 24-karat platinum ring.
***
Chloe’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.
She stared at the rings and blinked, thinking she must surely be seeing images projected by her subconscious which was probably still on a euphoric high from the I love you’s of the day. Closing the lid, she shook her head wildly and then stared inside the box again, but the items within neither disappeared into thin air nor morphed into emerald studs.
On closer inspection she noticed that the ring box also contained both a classic platinum band and an eternity ring that was set with a small central emerald, flanked by three equal-sized diamonds on either side.
Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest. Now she knew why Oliver had sounded so earnest on the phone: he was planning to propose to her.
“Oliver…” she swallowed and started again, prodding him a little. “Honey…”
He stirred and snuggled closer to her. “Hmm?”
“Oliver…this is a ring.”
He nodded. “Mmm-hmm.”
“It…looks like an engagement ring and a wedding ring set,” she clarified, her voice surprisingly even.
“Mmm, they are,” he mumbled with sleepy pride. “I picked them out myself this very morning, and I have this…whole grand speech I was working on…” he trailed off, and she shook his shoulder hard, jogging him awake again.
“Grand speech?” she echoed. “What grand speech?”
He waved a tired hand in the air. “Y’know…the love we share, never wanna live without you, you complete me, yadda yadda yadda…” he turned over in bed and yawned. “Oh, what the heck. You’ll marry me, right?”
She blinked. “Uh – yeah, sure.”
“Cool.” He tightened his arms around her and started drifting off.
“Oh wait,” he said, dragging one eye open as he tried to slide backwards off the bed. “sorry…almost forgot; should I like, get down on one knee, or---”
“Ollie,” she whispered tenderly, grasping his shoulders and heaving him back up, “You’re rambling. Go to sleep, okay? We’ll talk in the morning.”
“Mmmkay.” He gave her a grateful, lazy smile and flopped forward onto the bed with an unceremonious thump.
“Night, honey,” he mumbled into the pillow. “…love you.”
“Love you, too.”
He relaxed and his lashes drifted shut again. A few seconds later he was asleep, snoring lightly.
***
Chloe regarded her sleeping fiancé with a raised brow.
Fiancé.
Ooookay.
In the space of less than two hours, they had somehow not only both declared their love for each other, but also somehow gotten engaged.
She stared at the rings in the box for a moment longer, and her brow furrowed in thought. Getting engaged was a big step; had she been too hasty? Maybe she should have held back a little bit before making a commitment. Or at least waited until the proposer was more than semi-conscious, she thought wryly.
But try as she might, she couldn’t find even a smidgeon of doubt in her mind to tarnish her decision. She and Oliver loved each other. He was the man she wanted to be with, and that was the truth. Convention dictated that they date a while further before making firm plans, but hey; they never had done anything the conventional way in their relationship, and it had worked brilliantly well for them so far. No sense in trying to fix what wasn’t broken.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Chloe lifted the rings out of the box and slid all three of them onto her the third finger of her left hand. She stretched out her arm and inspected the sparkling gems on her finger, and smiled broadly.
They were a perfect fit. Much like herself and Oliver.
Smiling, she settled down in Oliver’s arms, planted a quick kiss on his lips and drifted off into a peaceful, pleasant slumber.
***
…So in love with this feeling, tonight I’ll be sleeping
Sleeping with my eyes wide shut
- JLS, Eyes Wide Shut
The End.
Read the sequel: Beauty in the Breakdown VIII – Living Life
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