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Greetings, fellow Chlolliers!
So, I saw this amazing still from of Chloe and Oliver from Collateral, and was totally inspired to write this teeny little oneshot. It is, to date, the quickest and shortest story I’ve ever written, but even at just over 800 words, of which only 8 are dialogue, I think it says exactly what it needs to say.
Enjoy!
And I love feedback. *hint-hint*
…and Oliver Queen’s arms. *slurp*
Title: In His Arms
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None
Timeline: Season 10 (Collateral)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: After months of separation, Chloe finally gets to hold her hero again
Feedback: Yes, please!
A/N: Quick oneshot inspired by the awesome newly-released Chlollie still
Here we can bathe
In a love that’s divine
Here we can know
I am yours, you are mine
Here in your arms
That are faithful and strong
Here with you
This is where I belong…
- Murlough Bay, by Iona
In His Arms
“Are we dead?”
Chloe stared into Oliver’s eyes as he regarded her warily. Considering that they’d just jumped off a fifty-storey building and plummeted in a head-first free-fall towards the ground, it was a very valid question.
Or at least, it would be if the virtual world Oliver had recently been released from was real.
He stared at her with raised eyebrows, waiting for her answer.
Chloe smiled up at him and lifted her hands, placing them gently on his cheeks. “You tell me.”
***
She tilted his face down towards hers, also getting up on her tip-toes just in case. It had been a while, but she remembered just how tall he was and knew exactly where she needed to be for this. Their lips met, and her nerves exploded with desire as he claimed her mouth and immediately took control of the embrace, kissing her thoroughly, almost as if he were afraid she might disappear on him again.
Oliver’s lips clung to hers and a languid peace washed over her, making her sigh contentedly into his mouth. Yes. This was what she’d missed, what her heart had craved and sought for so long.
His arms encircled her, lifting her higher until her feet lightly swept the floor and then left it completely. Her entire body was pressed against the length of his; heat rapidly bloomed between them, almost fusing their bodies in its intensity. His tongue swept into her mouth and Chloe moaned with longing; her legs automatically left the floor and found purchase around his waist, locking securely around his hips.
She stroked her tongue back and forth along the length of his and slid her fingers into his hair, pulling him even closer, kissing him with all the passion and yearning that had churned tumultuously in her heart for the last six months. His own body was thrumming, singing the same song as hers.
I missed you.
His hands roamed freely over her back, clearly getting reacquainted with the lines of her body. A burgeoning hardness between her thighs elicited a low moan from her throat, and she reached for the hem of his t-shirt…
…just as the dim thud of footsteps and the chatter of approaching voices sunk into her subconscious mind, shattering the languorous mood.
With a sigh, Chloe slowly broke the kiss and uncrossed her legs from his waist. Oliver gently lowered her to the floor, careful to maintain body contact with her throughout. She could feel the heavy rise and fall of his chest and the solid thump of his heart against her breast, the warmth of his breath making her nerves tingle and the wispy ends of her hair flutter every time he exhaled. His arms remained around her, almost as if he were afraid to let go.
Chloe breathed deeply, inhaling the very essence of him into her soul as she gently caressed the back of his neck, her fingertips swirling in soothing circles on his nape in silent reassurance of her presence.
I’m not going anywhere. I’m home.
The sound of footsteps was closer now, and she knew she had to leave the comfort and security of his embrace very soon. Rescuing Oliver was the tip of the iceberg of a very serious mission. There was a lot more work to be done tonight; the others had yet to be liberated, and Oliver was sure to have questions for her when the night was done.
But for now, it was enough for her that he was here, that he was safe, and they were together.
He stepped slightly out of her embrace but still kept his arms around her. The heat of his palms warmed her back, and she smiled shyly up at him.
“Hi,” she whispered.
He brushed his nose delicately over hers and grinned. “Hi.”
The wait was over.
They were home.
***
The End.
So, I saw this amazing still from of Chloe and Oliver from Collateral, and was totally inspired to write this teeny little oneshot. It is, to date, the quickest and shortest story I’ve ever written, but even at just over 800 words, of which only 8 are dialogue, I think it says exactly what it needs to say.
Enjoy!
And I love feedback. *hint-hint*
…and Oliver Queen’s arms. *slurp*
Title: In His Arms
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None
Timeline: Season 10 (Collateral)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: After months of separation, Chloe finally gets to hold her hero again
Feedback: Yes, please!
A/N: Quick oneshot inspired by the awesome newly-released Chlollie still
Here we can bathe
In a love that’s divine
Here we can know
I am yours, you are mine
Here in your arms
That are faithful and strong
Here with you
This is where I belong…
- Murlough Bay, by Iona
In His Arms
“Are we dead?”
Chloe stared into Oliver’s eyes as he regarded her warily. Considering that they’d just jumped off a fifty-storey building and plummeted in a head-first free-fall towards the ground, it was a very valid question.
Or at least, it would be if the virtual world Oliver had recently been released from was real.
He stared at her with raised eyebrows, waiting for her answer.
Chloe smiled up at him and lifted her hands, placing them gently on his cheeks. “You tell me.”
***
She tilted his face down towards hers, also getting up on her tip-toes just in case. It had been a while, but she remembered just how tall he was and knew exactly where she needed to be for this. Their lips met, and her nerves exploded with desire as he claimed her mouth and immediately took control of the embrace, kissing her thoroughly, almost as if he were afraid she might disappear on him again.
Oliver’s lips clung to hers and a languid peace washed over her, making her sigh contentedly into his mouth. Yes. This was what she’d missed, what her heart had craved and sought for so long.
His arms encircled her, lifting her higher until her feet lightly swept the floor and then left it completely. Her entire body was pressed against the length of his; heat rapidly bloomed between them, almost fusing their bodies in its intensity. His tongue swept into her mouth and Chloe moaned with longing; her legs automatically left the floor and found purchase around his waist, locking securely around his hips.
She stroked her tongue back and forth along the length of his and slid her fingers into his hair, pulling him even closer, kissing him with all the passion and yearning that had churned tumultuously in her heart for the last six months. His own body was thrumming, singing the same song as hers.
I missed you.
His hands roamed freely over her back, clearly getting reacquainted with the lines of her body. A burgeoning hardness between her thighs elicited a low moan from her throat, and she reached for the hem of his t-shirt…
…just as the dim thud of footsteps and the chatter of approaching voices sunk into her subconscious mind, shattering the languorous mood.
With a sigh, Chloe slowly broke the kiss and uncrossed her legs from his waist. Oliver gently lowered her to the floor, careful to maintain body contact with her throughout. She could feel the heavy rise and fall of his chest and the solid thump of his heart against her breast, the warmth of his breath making her nerves tingle and the wispy ends of her hair flutter every time he exhaled. His arms remained around her, almost as if he were afraid to let go.
Chloe breathed deeply, inhaling the very essence of him into her soul as she gently caressed the back of his neck, her fingertips swirling in soothing circles on his nape in silent reassurance of her presence.
I’m not going anywhere. I’m home.
The sound of footsteps was closer now, and she knew she had to leave the comfort and security of his embrace very soon. Rescuing Oliver was the tip of the iceberg of a very serious mission. There was a lot more work to be done tonight; the others had yet to be liberated, and Oliver was sure to have questions for her when the night was done.
But for now, it was enough for her that he was here, that he was safe, and they were together.
He stepped slightly out of her embrace but still kept his arms around her. The heat of his palms warmed her back, and she smiled shyly up at him.
“Hi,” she whispered.
He brushed his nose delicately over hers and grinned. “Hi.”
The wait was over.
They were home.
***
The End.
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