Title: Knight in Shining Leather
Rating: R for some sexual content
Word Count: 2,919
Summary: When Chloe has a run in with Lex's goons, Oliver comes to the rescue
Disclaimer: I own nothing
"NO!" Oliver bolted upright, covered in a fine sheen of sweat, still caught in the vestiges of the dream. Tears streamed down his face as he gasped desperately for breath, pressing a hand tight to his chest as if to push the pain away. He could still see Chloe lying lifeless in his arms, her blood covering his hands. Frantically he searched the room before realizing he was in their bed in Watchtower; glancing to his left he saw the still form of Chloe sound asleep next to him. Her golden hair was tousled, spread across her pillow like a halo, her face completely relaxed and peaceful in sleep. He reached out, brushing his fingers down her cheek before pulling back as his eyes drifted to the cuts and bruises across her neck and chest.
Climbing slowly out of bed, he silently grabbed a pair of sweats from his dresser and pulled them on. Stealing a glance at Chloe to make sure she was still sleeping, he walked to the French doors leading to the balcony and slipped outside. Moving to stand at the railing he took several deep breaths, swiping at the tears that had tracked down his face. He braced his arms on the railing and stared out over the city, not even noticing the cool night air. His thoughts roiled, as the horror of the dream rolled over him again.
Seeing Burke holding that knife to her throat; knowing he could have lost the most important person in his life scared the hell out of him. He saved all sorts of people in his line of work, but when it came to the woman he loved he'd almost been too late. He wouldn't be the man he was today without her, she'd saved him from himself, and from others, more than once. After everything else they'd been through together; fighting the kandorians, metahumans, him getting kidnapped by checkmate, getting kidnapped again by the suicide squad, Chloe trading herself to save him, getting her back; he couldn't survive without her.
She was his soul, his reason to keep fighting the good fight, his reason for living. He shakily ran a hand through his hair, standing it up on end in disarray. There was no way he'd be able to sleep again tonight with his nightmare running repeatedly through his head. Heaving a deep sigh he pulled up one of the deck chairs and sat down, propping his bare feet up on the railing and gazing out over the city.
He was drawn from his thoughts sometime later when he heard the balcony door open and a soft voice call to him.
Glancing behind him he saw Chloe standing in the doorway, looking tiny wrapped in their huge emerald green down comforter. Holding his hand out, he beckoned her to join him.
Sliding up behind him she ran a gentle hand through his hair, massaging his scalp and down over his neck. "What are you doing out here? It's late."
"Couldn't sleep," he admitted as he pulled her down on his lap, knees tucked on the sides of his legs as she straddled him. "What time is it?"
"Little after four." She shivered as she came into contact with his bare chest. "Ollie you're freezing! Your skin is cold as ice!" she exclaimed pulling the comforter farther around and tucked it between his back and the chair so that it would stay and keep them warm.
"I am? I didn't notice," he shrugged, letting her fuss over him. Knowing she could read him like a book he desperately tried to school his features.
She rubbed her hands up and down his arms briskly, trying to warm him up. As her steady gaze searched his face for a moment, he knew she knew something was wrong.
Tilting her head slightly to the side she took in the anguish and torment in his face, and the dark circles underneath his beautiful brown eyes. "Ollie, what's going on?"
"Nothing. I just couldn't sleep," he lied, avoiding her gaze.
She gave him a look of disbelief. "Right…so you're sitting out here in the cold because nothing's wrong." Cupping her hands around his face she forced him to look at her. "Ollie…tell me what's wrong," she demanded gently.
He opened his mouth to speak, but his voice stuck in his throat as emotion choked him. His eyes filled with tears as he stared at her. "I…had a dream that I lost you. I was too late and Burke stabbed you in the chest." Horror filled him as he relived the moment again. "And no matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop the bleeding…there was so much blood. The ambulance wasn't going to make it in time…and I couldn't get a hold of anybody in the League! You…you…"
"I what, Ollie?"
"You died in my arms…" he cried. "I couldn't save you…"
"Oh Ollie…" she whispered, pulling him into her embrace.
Wrapping his arms around her, he buried his face in her hair, hands fisting in her shirt. His body started to shake again as he thought of how close he'd come to losing her.
"You're not going to lose me Ollie. I'm right here." She grabbed his hand and pressed it to her chest, holding both of her hands over his. "See, feel my heartbeat…I'm not going anywhere."
"You could've been killed Chloe! It should have been me to go in and get the information. Instead I put you in harm's way!"
"Ollie, you know I was the one who had to go in, we needed that information and with Victor in Star City at the moment we didn't have anyone else who could crack Lex's computers," she protested. "Besides, it's not like I've never been in the field before and run into trouble. Hello? How many times have I been kidnapped?"
"That's exactly my point!" he shouted. "I shouldn't have let you go, I knew it was a bad idea…" he muttered picking her up off of his lap and setting her on her feet as he stood and paced to the railing.
She propped her hands on her hips. "Ollie I can handle myself."
He whirled on her, anger blazing in his eyes. "No! From now on you will go nowhere without a League member or me with you," he demanded. "Lex has who knows how many eyes on us, especially on you. And no more field missions. You'll stay at Watchtower and run the missions from behind the scenes only."
Her mouth dropped open in disbelief before her expression hardened in anger. "This is ridiculous! You are not putting a League member on me at all times! One, it's a waste of League resources and time, and two I don't want or need to be babysat."
"I don't care because this is going to happen. I know a certain Leaguer who would be happy to be stuck with you all day," he grinned smugly.
Her eyes widened and she shook her head furiously. "You are not siccing Bart on me! I swear to God Oliver Jonas Queen," she hissed, eyes slitted. "If you value your dick at all…you better not put this plan into action." She poked him hard in the chest.
The color drained from his face, and he inwardly cringed, his balls drawing up at her threat. Quickly he composed himself, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly, watching her in stoic silence.
"You are such an overbearing, overprotective, arrogant, bossy, pompous….Ass!" she shouted in frustration, turning on her heel and stomping back into the bedroom.
Sighing deeply, he rubbed a hand over his face before following her.
The comforter had been dumped haphazardly back on the bed and she was pacing back and forth, gesturing and mumbling furiously under her breath. Seeing that he'd followed her she turned her wrath on him. "Goddamn it Oliver! I used to be an investigative reporter. Chasing dangerous leads and uncovering the truth is part of who I am. You can't try to change me now because you suddenly don't like that part of me. I'm part of this League too… an equal member and you can't treat me differently than the others just because we're together," she growled. "You can't keep me under lock and key!"
"I almost lost you tonight Chloe! He had a fucking knife to your throat and wouldn't have hesitated to kill you. I wouldn't have been able to stop him!" He stared at her, eyes wild with torment. "Do you have any idea how it feels to be that helpless, to watch you lay there with a knife in your chest and your blood on my hands? And to know that help isn't coming? You died in my arms Chloe!"
She held her hands out to him. "It was a dream! Ollie, I'm right here in front of you. I didn't die in your arms, I'm right here," she said softly, trying to stay calm as she watched him be overtaken by panic.
He shook his head frantically. "I couldn't save you..." Panic filled him, constricting his chest, and he rushed for the balcony door. Throwing it open he rushed outside, gasping, as he desperately tried to breathe in the fresh air.
"Ollie!" Chloe rushed after him, wrapping her arms around him as he hyperventilated she led him to a chair. Kneeling before him, she cupped his face in her hands forcing him to look at her. "Ollie…Ollie, look at me!"
He stared unseeing at her, the dream playing out before his eyes.
Suddenly he felt something soft brush against his lips once and then again. Snapping back the real world he could feel Chloe's hands on his face and she was kissing him for all she was worth. Wrapping his arms around her petite body, he pulled her off her knees and onto his lap. Sliding his fingers into her hair he kissed her desperately, the tightness in his chest releasing as he felt her warm and alive in his arms. Kissing her was exhilarating, sending a rush of excitement through his nerve endings that made him feel completely alive. Chloe gripped his biceps, nails digging in sharply as he swept his tongue around hers slowly before nipping at her lip gently.
Slowly he pulled away from the intoxicating softness of her lips, watching her sigh deeply opening her eyes to look at him. Her face was flushed and her emerald eyes sparkled with love.
Reaching out he brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "I love you so much Chloe," he whispered before wrapping his arms around her waist and laying his head down on her chest. "Please don't ever leave me."
The anguish in his voice broke her heart. "Oh Ollie. I love you too." Tears welled in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his back, absentmindedly running her fingers through his hair. "I'm not going anywhere," she whispered gently rocking back and forth.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her fingers stroking his scalp, as he listened to her heartbeat. It was steady and strong and a soothing sound to his ears. Sighing deeply, he let the breath out slowly.
Pulling back, Chloe gazed down at him concernedly. "Okay now?"
"I know tonight was a close call, but we've had close calls before and I've never seen you react like this. That dream really rattled you." She framed it as a statement rather than a question.
"I know it's just a dream Chloe…but I've never been so scared in my entire life. It was so real…"he trailed off slowly. "What if that had happened tonight and I didn't get you out of there safely?"
"Ollie, stop! It didn't happen that way and you did get me out safely. I knew you were right there to save me if/and when I needed saving. Which is what you did; you saved me."
"I was almost too late! Don't you get it?" he stared at her miserably. "If I'd gotten there any later they would have had you taken off to some lab for Lex to experiment on you...or worse killed you. And it would've been my fault." His voice trailed off and he glanced away.
"Oliver Jonas Queen, look at me right now," she commanded.
He slowly met her gaze.
"Yes, it was dangerous, and it scared me too, but I knew you were right there to help me when I needed it. Which we all know I did because I draw trouble like a freaking magnet," she joked.
He choked out a laugh.
"Ollie…you swooped in and saved me, just like every girl dreams about. You came charging in like a white knight to save me from the bad guy. You save people every night, and I had no doubts that you would do the same for me." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're my hero," she said as she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
"I love you more than anything Chloe; I can't lose you. No more missions in the field, I want you running the ops from Watchtower. Please."
She nodded. "I prefer it there anyway. Though I will still go out to get information if I have to, but only stuff I can't find through Watchtower. Now can we please drop this whole babysitting thing?"
He nodded sheepishly. "I overreacted. I'm sorry. I know you can take care of yourself."
"I can. Though… you can swoop in and save me any day, my knight in shining leather," she grinned. "Seeing you drop in with your bow to save me with your voice all deep and growly…was so sexy." She wrapped her arms around his neck with a grin.
He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh really?" He let his hands wander up and down her back restlessly.
"Mmmm hmmm," she gave him a sultry look, adjusting slightly on his lap, feeling him harden against her as she wiggled. Leaning forward she pressed her lips to his, slowly moving her tongue across his lips until he allowed her entrance, his tongue tangling with hers.
Groaning, Oliver slipped his hands over her ass, grabbing it tightly he pulled her body closer. Breaking the kiss he laid soft wet kisses across her jaw. Tilting her head to the side she moaned as his mouth moved down her neck to the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He pulled the neck of the shirt aside, sucking gently on her shoulder, a smile breaking across his face as he felt a shiver run through her body.
"Ollie…" she whimpered letting her head drop back.
Pulling back he watched a blush move across her porcelain skin as her body bowed back over his arm. Trembling and gasping in pleasure, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He traced a finger down her neck, running it slowly around each of her breasts. Her breathing was labored and the whimpers and moans emanating from were making him rock hard. Gripping her hip with one hand, he splayed the other across her back bracing her as he leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it through the soft fabric of her t-shirt. Sucking hard on one, he plucked at the other with his hand making it pebble
Chloe inhaled sharply, clenching her hands in his hair pulling it hard as she gasped in pleasure, sending shocks pain through Oliver's scalp and down his spine. Arching her back she tried to push her nipple further into his mouth while pull him closer. He let his teeth catch her nipple, biting gently at the sensitive skin. Moving to her other breast he gave it the same treatment, his own desire growing fiercely as she responded to the sensations racing through her body; her pleas for him searing through his body until her couldn't take it anymore. Tearing himself away from her breast he slid his hand into hair, roughly yanking her mouth back to his. Desperate to feel her skin he slid his hands under her shirt, stroking the silky smooth skin as their lips dueled for control. Her soft lips moved over his passionately, letting him feel her hunger and desperate need.
Oliver ended the kiss as his lungs screamed for air. Breathing hard he laid his forehead against hers, staring deeply into her green eyes. They sparkled brightly with love and desire and he was reminded again of all the reasons why he loved this woman so much.
"Ollie," she breathed softly.
She put her lips directly against his ear. "Take me to bed," she whispered seductively.
Shivers ran down his back as her breath wafted across the sensitive skin on his ear. "Yes ma'am," he said with a grin.
As he stood, Chloe wrapped her arms and legs around his body with a startled laugh, clinging to him as he crossed the balcony. Striding through the doorway he pushed it closed behind them, locking it and pulling the curtains over the window.
Heading to the bed set Chloe on the soft mattress watching with a predatory leer as she slid up on the bed till she was propped on the pillows. Grinning seductively she crooked a finger at him.
Smirking he crawled up her body, bracing himself over her on his forearms. "Now, where were we?"
Chloe's answer was to pull his mouth down to hers again.
A/N: So would anyone like me to continue this into one more chapter? Or no…cuz I can end it right here and leave ya'll hanging with your imaginations. Or I can do the next chapter and continue some Chlollie loving. Let me know! :D Please review!