babydee1 | Chlollie Fanfic: Misdirection, Chapter 2 (Reply)

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Title: Misdirection

Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie

Rating: R-ish

Warnings: Some sexual situations later on
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 Slingshot and Trajectory.

Feedback: Ooh, yes please. J

Read Chapter 1 here.

Chapter 2

God, he was insufferable. Do something about her thighs, indeed!

Seething, she sat down at the Watchtower console, her hands self‑consciously smoothing down the fabric of her pants legs.

Great. Now she was going to spend the rest of the day wondering if he was thinking about her hips and thighs. The thought made a little frisson of pleasure tingle along her spine.

It had been well over a year since she’d started working with Oliver Queen and his league of heroes, and in that time she and the young entrepreneur had struck up a cautious friendship. At the time, Oliver had been dating her cousin Lois, so she’d done her best to ignore the earthy sexual tension that crackled between then whenever they were in a room together. However, he and Lois had long since broken up and gone their separate ways, so he was pretty much fair game now.

Trouble was, she was pretty sure Lois was still carrying a torch for the blond billionaire, and even her torrid relationship with her editor, Grant Gabriel, had not been able to extinguish the flame.

Chloe sighed, her eyes on the computer screen but her mind somewhere else entirely. There really wasn’t anything stopping her from letting Oliver know that she was interested, but the last thing she wanted to do was make a move and get knocked back. God knows she’d suffered more than her fair share of rejections at Clark’s hands. She liked Oliver, but she wasn’t going to stick her neck out for him. If he liked her, he could come to her. And if not…

She sighed. Well…if not, then she’d grin and bear it. Story of her life, after all.

She blinked, returning to the task at hands. Cracking her knuckles, she attacked her keyboard ferociously, focusing all her energy on creating a virtual code to crack Lex’s computer encryption.

***

It had taken her the better part of the day, but she’d finally come up with a stealth program that would allow her to access and download sensitive, password-protected information from Lex’s system and - this was the best part - not leave a digital footprint behind.

She allowed herself a smug grin as she saved the program to both a flashdrive and a DVD. She was good, even if she did say so herself.

Her eyelids grew heavy as she watched the sun disappear over the horizon through the Clocktower window. Leaning back, she took a deep breath and sighed, stretching and yawning loudly.

“You still here?” she heard Oliver query from behind her.

Startled, she turned around and saw him walking in her direction. She tried not to look too interested as her gaze ran over his approaching form. He’d showered and changed into some casual loungewear, and his still-damp hair looked a slightly darker shade of blond than usual.

“Just finished working on an infiltration program,” she replied, absently rubbing her fingers at the aching spot on the back of her neck.

“Here, let me,” he offered, and dropped his hands to her shoulders.

“Oh no, you really needn’t…Ooh! Aaaah…Aaaahhhh…” she murmured as his hands worked the tired muscles in her shoulders and at the back of her neck.

“You’re welcome,” he said with amusement, varying the movements of his hands as the muscles lost their stiffness.

She sighed as his fingers worked their magic on her abused muscles. He really was good at this, she mused. If he ever decided to give up the hero business, he had a built-in job ready and waiting. With those hands and looks, he’d be in super hot demand.

“You missed your calling,” she murmured sleepily. “You’d have made an excellent masseuse, Ollie.”

“Yeah, but I checked the pay rates for masseuses these days,” he replied, working his thumbs into the knot in her neck. “It’s peanuts. I prefer to break out these magic hands for special recipients only.”

She laughed. “I’m honoured.”

They fell quiet as his hands moved over her, soothing and smoothing her tired flesh with his talented fingers.

“So, where did you learn how to do this?” she asked, breaking the silence. “Or am I better off not knowing?”

“You’re better off not knowing,” he joked. “Just kidding. I spent a few months in France several years ago, and the girl I was dating was a masseuse. She taught me everything I know.”

She grimaced. “You’re right, I was better off not knowing,” she murmured, feeling inexplicably envious towards the French tart who’d had her hands all over Ollie, and who also doubtless had had Ollie’s hands all over her.

Those same hands were now squeezing her shoulders, his thumbs moving in firm, pressing circles as he worked towards her shoulder blades. His touch blazed a path of tingling sensation and despite herself she was beginning to get really turned on. She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to quell the ache brewing between her legs and prayed that he hadn’t noticed.

If anything the ache intensified as his hands continued to work on her. She swallowed nervously. Damn it. If he kept this up, she’d be coming right on this very chair, and she’d never be able to live it down. She had to find a way to get him to stop without appearing rude, ungrateful, or seconds away from an orgasm.

“I’m not keeping you from anything, am I?” she asked, her voice more breathless that she’d intended.

“You are, kinda,” he said evasively.

“So you have plans tonight?” she blurted, and mentally slapped her own forehead for her forwardness. Whatever he did in his private time was his own business, and nothing to do with her.

He chuckled behind her. “Yes, I have plans,” he said with a smirk. “They involve green satin sheets and several goose down pillows.”

She reddened profusely. “Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to –”

“Speaking of which,” he went on, “you look utterly exhausted. Want me to get Fredericks to drive you back to the Talon?”

She shook her head. “No, there’s no need to go to all that trouble,” she said hastily. “I can drive myself home.”

He shook his head, his hands still working her nape and shoulders. “Not when you’re this tired. If you don’t want to be chauffeured home, then at least have a lie-down in one of the guest rooms till you’re ready to leave. You’ll feel more refreshed, and you certainly need the rest because right now, you’re as tense as a standard issue prison biscuit.”

Ha! If he only knew the real cause of her tension. The languid movement of his hands on her shoulders were creating a classic catch.22 situation, for while she was becoming more relaxed, she was also getting more worked up. He was so close behind her she could smell the piney freshness of his soap, and the woodsy scent of his aftershave, and damn if she didn’t want him to slide his hands lower over the front of her shoulders…

Oh, God.

Her heart began to thump rapidly and fresh arousal dampened her panties as a clear mental picture of Oliver Queen’s hands squeezing her breasts flashed through her mind.

“You know what?” she said clamping her hands over his. “That sounds like a brilliant idea. I think I’ll take that nap now.” She stood abruptly, the swift move dislodging his hands from her shoulders.

He smiled and nodded. “Good. Down the hall, third door on the left. I believe you’ll find the furnishings quite comfortable.”

She smiled back. “Thanks, Oliver.” She turned and managed a dignified walk until she was out of his sight, and then she sagged against the wall.

Goodness. All he had done was touch her and she’d all but melted into a puddle like an igloo in the Sahara. Had it been that long since she was touched right by a man?

Have you ever been touched right by a man? an inner voice jeered.

With a sad sigh, she straightened and made her way to the indicated room, shutting the door behind her. Sitting wearily on the edge of the bed, she shucked her shoes off and lay down on top of the duvet.

She smiled dimly as sleep crept over her. Getting Oliver Queen out of her mind was going to be a lot harder that she’d originally thought.

***

Damn it, why couldn’t he just keep his hands off her?

Oliver watched her walk away, and as soon as she was out of sight he closed his eyes and counted to ten, breathing deeply with relief as his hard‑on gradually subsided.

He ran a hand through his hair wearily. He just couldn’t understand it. He’d seen her sitting there, rubbing her own neck, and jumped at the opportunity to ease her ache, thus creating an ache for himself in the process.

He smiled wryly. If she’d happened to turn around when he was massaging her shoulders, she’d have come face to face with a huge bulge in his pants.

And then he’d barely managed to stop himself from asking her if she was game for joining him between the sheets. It was a good thing he’d kept quiet about that, because from all appearances, Chloe still reserved that room in her heart for Clark Kent. Unfortunately for her, she was invisible where Clark was concerned, but he hoped that meant she’d be open to trying out new relationships.

Well…just one new relationship; with him, preferably.

So he’d dropped that not-so-subtle hint about spending the night alone, so that she would at least be aware that he was on the market. He wasn’t certain she’d be interested, but he had caught her looking at him more than once with sexual interest in her eyes.

He sighed. Time would tell if she was merely window‑shopping and enjoying the scenery, or was up for taking a closer look and maybe even sampling the merchandise.

***

Someone was waving a cup of coffee under her nose. The tantalising smell of the brew wafted into her nostrils and she instantly felt her cells charge with life.

Chloe cracked open her eyelids and stared cross-eyed at a green mug, then lifted her gaze and managed to focus on an eager pair of eyes that lit up when they connected with hers.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” Bart said with a grin.

Chloe sat up and took the coffee from him. “Hi, yourself. How long have I been asleep?” she asked groggily, taking a cautious sip.

He shrugged and sat down beside her. “Not sure. I only started watching you for the last hour.”

“Bart!”

“Just kidding!” he exclaimed, holding up his hands in mock surrender.

She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. She didn’t quite believe him, but she let it slide. He did bring her coffee, after all.

“I should get going, she said, slipping her feet into her shoes. “Just as soon as I’ve discussed the Gemini project with Oliver - ”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that; Vic’s got it covered.”

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Oliver and Victor are drawing up a Gemini infiltration plan as we speak,” he said, gazing at her dreamily. “You have beautiful eyes, querida…”

“Victor?” Her brows drew together so tightly she was sure they fused and became a unibrow. “Victor? He’s given the assignment to Victor?”

Bart shrank back, looking like he’d been caught stealing red-handed. “Well, er…you know, maybe I mis-read the situation, and they’re discussing something else…” he backtracked.

Chloe didn’t wait for the rest. She drained her coffee in one go, wincing as she scalded her throat in the process. With grim determination she put the mug down with a thunk, and stomped off down the hall.

***

“You’re sending Victor in for the Gemini job?” she snarled as she marched across the room to stand in front of Oliver and Victor.

“Hi to you too, Chloe,” Vic said, an amused expression on his handsome face.

“Hey, Vic.” She reached where they were seated and stood in front of Ollie, tapping her foot sternly. “Well?”

Oliver stood and flushed guiltily. “I just think he’s better suited for the infiltration-”

“Better suited?” she parroted. “Hello, encryption ready and waiting here!”

He nodded. “I noticed that, and I appreciate it…but…”

“But what, Ollie?” she said, glaring up at him.

“Well…to be honest, Chloe, it’s a potentially dangerous mission, and…”

Her lips thinned and she folded her arms across her chest. “Oh, I see. I know what’s going on here.”

“You do?” he asked warily.

“Yeah, I do. And it stinks.” She shook her head. “I though you were a better person than that, Oliver, but deep down you’re just as sexist and chauvinistic as every other male pig in this town.”

“Present company not included,” Victor murmured, clearly amused by the whole situation.

“Hey, that’s unfair!” Ollie exclaimed. “I’m not sexist, neither am I a chauvinist. I don’t discriminate against women!”

“You do, too!” she shot back, placing her hands on her hips and staring down at him. “I don’t believe this, Ollie. You’re taking me off the job because I have breasts?!?”

At her last word, both sets of male eyes dropped from her face to her bosom, and then quickly looked away. Red-faced, Chloe scowled and folded her arms across her chest again before barrelling on.

“You can’t do this to me, Ollie. I worked all frigging day on that encryption program, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to hand it to someone else to upload.” She flashed a quick smile at Victor who was sitting watching them bicker. “Still love you, Vic.”

He smiled and blew a kiss in her direction. She grinned, then turned back to Oliver, her face serious.

“I’m clearly the better person for the job, Ollie,” she continued determinedly. “I work in the building, for crying out loud, so my presence won’t arouse any suspicion. If Victor gets spotted poking around the servers, on the other hand…”

“…then Victor can make a quick getaway if he needs to, and he also won’t drop like a stone if he gets clubbed in the head,” Oliver pointed out gently. “I took you off the case because you don’t have special abilities you can lean on if you’re discovered, not because you’re a woman, Chloe.”

She sighed. “Okay, seen from that perspective, I understand why you think it makes more sense to send Victor in…”

“Still here, guys,” Victor said dryly.

“…but with the program I created, I can bypass the server entirely and download the necessary information from my work computer without leaving a virtual print,” she finished. “It’ll be easy pickings. What do you say?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his spiky hair, clearly conflicted.

“Let me do this, Oliver,” she prodded gently, encouraged by his hesitation. “All I want is to be treated equally.”

He stood there silently for several seconds, worry creasing his brow, a concerned look in his brown eyes. He sighed again and finally spoke.

“Okay, you win…” he began resolutely.

She grinned widely. “Thanks, Ollie. You won’t regret this -”

“…on the condition that we maintain radio contact at all times during the operation -”

She waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, you do that with the boys anyway, so I’m cool.”

“…and you’ll have both Victor and I on standby in case something goes wrong,” he finished. “I’m not saying anything will go wrong, I just want us to have a Plan B in place of any eventuality or unforeseen complications.”

She shrugged. “Okay, whatever floats your boat. But it’s all going to be as easy as a walk in the park. Nothing will go wrong.”

Smiling, she picked up her purse and car keys and walked to the elevator. Just as she got to the grate, she heard Victor chuckle loudly:

“Dude, you know you just jinxed the whole operation, right?”

***

Chapter 3…