Calling on Chloe

Notes: Not on a particular timeline to the series just some drabble that's been in my head.

Summary – When Oliver calls on Chloe she is happy to answer even if the itinerary is outside their usual adventures...

The first call

Chloe Sullivan was at Watchtower typing madly, her eyes not leaving the screen even for an occasional sip of coffee.

It was late but Chloe was wide awake, she hadn't been sleeping very well the last few months and she knew the coffee didn't help but she didn't care.

She preferred to be awake and able to control her thoughts than sleep and be susceptible to nightmares.

Her phone buzzed and there was a text from Oliver.

Hey! What are you doing? Q

Chloe smiled and started texting back, she'd been getting lots of messages from him, it was mostly friendly, but lately he'd been flirting with her.

Nothing. What are you doing?

She waited and it barely took him a few seconds to reply.

Watching the weather channel. Can I come over? Q

Chloe paused and looked at the computer screen, she wasn't doing anything terribly important, it was for Clark but it could wait till morning.

I'm at Watchtower now. Yours is closer.

She bit her lip and waited.

It took him a bit longer this time and she shifted a little. She really didn't care either way but he'd planted a seed and...

Her phone went off.

Ok. Be at mine in half an hour? Q

Chloe closed her eyes for a moment, she knew exactly what this was, but it was the first time it had happened to her.

Oliver Queen was calling her in for a booty call.

It wasn't exactly out of nowhere, they'd been quite close for a long time since she started working for him and lately he'd been making more of an effort to be what he called 'caring sharing leader' and spend time with them outside missions.

She wasn't exactly sure how a booty call would fit into all of that.

It wasn't that she wasn't attracted to him, the problem if anything was that she was, perhaps a little too much.

Those dark piercing eyes, an incredible body and the occasional smile somehow made her a pile of goo, not that she would ever let it show.

At least not after all this time, she was cool and collected now days and if she was even a little rude and stuck up all the better, it was the only armour she had.

The drive to his place was quick and she took the elevator taking deep breaths, she'd decided not to make the first move, she would let him lead her.

The place was dark and she frowned. 'Oliver?' She called out taking tentative steps inside.

'In the kitchen.' He replied his voice deep and muffled through the house.

There he was without a shirt, mixing something in a bowl with two lime green cocktails sitting on the bench.

'Are you baking?' Chloe demanded moving quickly to his side to see what he was doing.

He nodded. 'Chocolate muffins I think, here taste.' He put his finger in the bowl and held it to her.

Slowly she put her lips over his finger she sucked the chocolate off very aware of him watching her.

'Good.' She said quietly and couldn't look at him. 'Since when is Oliver Queen so domesticated?'

'It's just chocolate muffins. I thought you'd be asleep.' He said as the thick mixture was poured into trays.

Chloe shook her head. 'Doing work for Clark.' She said with a shrug watching him shove the muffins in the oven.

'Still having nightmares?' He asked quietly and within a second was standing in front of her looking down and waiting for her answer.

'No just not that tired. Is that Ok with you?' She was defensive but she couldn't help it, years of heartache kept her frozen that way.

'Look at me Chloe.' She looked up into dark brown eyes that were etched with concern.

Those eyes that didn't just look into her eyes they looked into her soul, her breath was shallow and her heart was pounding in her cheat, he was so close, inches away.

It made her nervous but it also made her feel so alive.

He brushed hair back from her face and slowly, tenderly kissed her forehead. His hands went around her back slowly over her hips then back and feeling the top curve of her butt.

'What are we doing?' She whispered.

Oliver shook his head. 'I have no idea.' He leaned down and kissed her with the taste of chocolate and the feeling of a soft tongue stroking inside her mouth.

She responded quickly with a noise from the back of her throat and her arms around his neck, he quickly picked her up and sat her on the kitchen bench ripping at her blouse.

She groaned at his mouth on her neck and clutched at him desperately putting her legs around his waist; his hands were everywhere, making her breathless and desperate.

There was something building inside her that hadn't occurred for a very long time. Building as he massaged his large hands over her breasts and down her belly. Building as he bunched her skirt up and touched her where she hadn't been touched for such a long time.

Her head back and her mouth open Chloe had her first decent orgasm in a long time on Oliver Queen's kitchen bench.

I hope you liked it! Please review! Hugs, Witchcastle