Rating: M (NC-17)
Warnings: Sexually explicit content, harsh language
Summary: When doused with a drug during a mission, Oliver and Chloe are forced to recognize the mutual attraction they share and how it's going to affect the rest of their lives together.
AC and Victor were shaking their heads. They were doing it again. They never seemed to stop. As soon as Chloe and Oliver got near each other, a switch was flicked. They both became flirty and completely consumed with each other. They didn’t see anybody but each other, focused only on their witty banter and forgot all about saving the world or even acknowledging their friends. They’d been doing it for months; ever since Chloe had become their liaison to Metropolis while the Justice League was away on missions around the world. Oliver had kept up contact with her, in need of her help and expertise, and somewhere along the way, the two had become good friends.
Upon returning to Metropolis, Chloe became a more permanent part of the team. Instead of only communicating with them through transmitters, she was now also allowed to accompany them on missions that her assistance would be needed. AC thought it was because Oliver had a custom made dark red leather outfit made for her and just enjoyed watching her walk around in it. Victor knew she was a valued part of the team, but also believed it was just another way for the boss to spend more time with his new interest. Bart, on the other hand, had a theory that they were secretly dating the entire time but didn’t want to hurt his tender love for Chloe and so kept it from them. Either that or she had been in love with him all along and didn’t want to hurt Oliver’s tender feelings for her.
The truth was they were both very attracted to each other and their friendship had become something very important to them. But they weren’t sure if a relationship could work between them, given their job and the history behind them; Oliver having dated and been in love with Lois; Chloe’s close relationship with Clark that had most suspicious of just how close they were. And, honestly, they thought the other wasn’t interested. Oliver figured Chloe was used to bantering with most of the men she met and that she was just humoring him, while she was certain that charming wit was just a part of Oliver Queen, something she had accepted when she became his friend. Their friends, on the other hand, were tired of them tip-toeing around each other.
“I don’t know how you’d survive without me, Queen,” Chloe told him, her mouth quirking with a grin. “There’s no coffee in the kitchen, your laptop crashed again, the newspapers have officially named you a villain, and I’m afraid your cooking skills have been lacking lately.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “I made a great micro-waved bowl of KD the other day,” he assured, lifting a brow. “And if Victor hadn’t sworn off ever fixing my laptop again, I wouldn’t have even called you. As for the other things, they go with the day job.”
“A lack of coffee has to do with crime fighting, how?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
He lifted his shoulders. “Stay up all night saving the weak, tired when I’m done, drink lots of coffee, eventually it’s all gone, too busy saving said weak to get more.”
She snorted, rolling her eyes. Flipping open the top of her side bag she pulled out a bag of coffee and tossed it to him. “I probably drink more coffee than everybody in here, let’s examine my schedule. Working for the Daily Planet, a term paper for school, member of the Justice League, Clark Kent’s sidekick, have I missed anything?”
“What, no love life?” he teased, his smile wavering slightly.
AC and Victor exchanged amused looks.
She shook her head. “Lately, I’ve been a little busy. What with the late night phone calls checking to make sure my door is locked—“
“Two times,” Oliver defended, chuckling.
Rolling her eyes, Chloe snorted. “Or the random hacking you need done and the ‘completely legal’ digging my editor asks me to do, the dating scene is pretty sparse at the moment.” She shrugged her shoulder. “I’m not the kind of woman most men can handle.”
Oliver smirked. “More the kind only a certain type of man can handle.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked, lifting a brow. “And what type is that?”
He lifted a shoulder in faux modesty.
Before he could say anything, however, AC interrupted, “A rich, leader type, maybe.”
“Probably blond, likes bows and arrows,” Victor added, nodding. “About this tall,” he added, holding his hand up to Oliver’s height.
“Enjoys flirting with cute, blonde reporters,” AC put in, crossing his arms over his chest and lifting his brows with emphasis.
Chloe laughed while Oliver glared.
“They have a point, you know,” he told her, winking charmingly at her.
“I dunno, I usually go for geeky and mysterious,” she replied cheekily.
“I’m mysterious,” he defended, his mouth twitching with a smile.
She snorted, “Maybe to others.”
Chloe opened her mouth, most likely to deliver a snarky reply, but the door flew open and a speeding Bart came to an abrupt stop between the two. Spreading his arms out, he nudged Oliver away from Chloe a couple steps. “Chloelicious, lookin’ great today,” he said, grinning at her.
Smiling, Chloe shook her head at him. “Any news for us, Road Runner?”
Slipping an arm around her shoulders, Bart nodded, smirking. “Guess who found a certain Luthor meeting with a few doctors at an unmarked warehouse, discussing the forced use of unsuspecting people in a super-child breeding ring?”
Chloe’s eyes widened. “No. Way.”
“Yes way,” Bart replied, turning his face to her. “I accept all hugs and feel free to kiss me in gratitude.”
Chloe chuckled, but wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. While pulling away, she pecked his cheek. “This is incredible, Bart. Where did you find it? Did you get any footage? How are they doing it?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, one question at a time,” he said, lifting his arms.
Oliver nodded at him to continue, his arms crossed over his chest.
“I didn’t hear exactly what they were using to do it, but I do know that it messes with people’s pheromones and hormones so that they’re, in a sense, forced into having sex until a little one is produced. No eating, no sleep, nothing until the chick’s pregnant.” He shook his head. “There’ve been deaths from exhaustion, even, but they haven’t shut it down.” He grinned. “Death by sex; what a way to go.” He turned to Chloe, his mouth opening.
“Consider carefully what you think you want to say,” she said to him, her tone firm.
Bart’s eyes turned upward and then he winced, closing his mouth.
AC and Oliver laughed while Victor shook his head at the younger man.
“Now, I know exactly where it is, but as for footage, none. There was something disrupting the camera when I went in.”
Chloe nodded slowly, tapping her elbow in thought. “We’ll have to take in the new cameras; they’re specifically rigged to get around Lex’s scramblers.”
“I thought they needed a little more reworking,” Oliver said, shaking his head.
“No, I talked to a friend, he figured it out. There was a line crossed, we fixed it.”
Oliver nodded, walking past Bart and toward his computer, Chloe following close behind. “If this is another Luthorcorp facility we’re going to have to be quick. He’s learned from the last break in.”
“Mrs. Kent said she had a big dinner to attend tonight and that Lex would be there. As long as he’s far away from the site, we’ll have a little more leeway. Clark could help us out, too.” She sighed. “Not sure if Victor can come though, if Lex has the scramblers on high they could mess up his manifold.”
“He could stay here, walk us through the building if I can bring up the schematics,” Oliver suggested, eyes set on his computer screen.
“The new Watchtower,” Chloe said with a smile.
“Can’t replace you, Chlo,” Oliver replied, grinning up at her.
Their eyes caught for a moment and things seemed to freeze around them. Chloe suddenly had the urge to reach out and run her hand over his chin. There was a mornings worth of whiskers that he hadn’t yet shaved and she wondered how they’d feel beneath her palm. She had no idea how long she’d been staring at him, but then she hadn’t really realized he was doing the same back. The usually very on task Oliver Queen was rather captured by the quirky and witty Chloe Sullivan. She’d shown up earlier than usual when he called her that morning, just to hear her voice, though he covered that with telling her Bart was out on reconnaissance and might be back with news for them. She hadn’t taken the time to do her hair yet, so it lay in straight blonde strands down to her shoulders, looking soft and smelling faintly of cocoanut shampoo that mixed nicely with her vanilla body wash. He had the urge to lean closer, inhale that scent that he had come to apply to only her.
A throat cleared and their gaze broke apart. They glanced over to the three men who were all staring at them with both amusement and impatience.
“Uh, right, Bart, do you have an address?” Oliver asked, furrowing his brow.
Pulling out an old wrapper from his pocket, Bart handed it over to him. “Sorry for the wrinkles,” he said, shrugging.
Smoothing it out, Oliver read it off and then accessed the records needed to find the proper schematics on the place. It took some time, some string pulling with a few people he knew through e-mail, but he finally got it all out and used the projector to enhance it for all of their viewing. “Any idea where it’s being done?”
“Sorry boss. I could only get the basics from them. I know there are people held in the facility, some are possibly even pregnant at the moment. I didn’t get a chance to really explore though,” Bart said, sighing.
“Okay. So we’ll gear up, go in tonight,” Oliver announced, eyes thinning as he stared at the schematics carefully. “It’s probably best not to go in all together; better chance to hit every big area. The people are most likely held in one of the larger rooms, probably sedated when they’re not being used. The drug would be held in another facility, space for the doctors to experiment.” He stared at the map critically, licking his lips in thought.
Chloe stepped forward, pointing to a corner entrance. “There’s a fire exit near every corner. If we disable the alarm from the outside, just for a short period of time, we could all get inside through there. They’re usually blocked off by a second door so there’s no worry of guards actually seeing us. Four doors, four of us, it fits. We move inward, meet up in the center if we find nothing. The warehouse could just be a meeting site to throw us off. If not, then at least one of us is bound to find something. Keep in contact through the new transmitters and we shouldn’t have a problem.”
Oliver nodded. “Will Clark be up for this?”
She shrugged. “Not sure. He usually is, especially for something like this, but he’s been scarce lately.”
He rubbed his chin in thought. Turning to her, he asked, “You up for this?”
“Have I ever not been?” she asked, smirking.
He grinned. “Touché.”
Her expression fell a moment later, her morals over the subject catching up quickly. “Pretty messed up if you ask me. Forcing people into creating life, for what? So we can create a superior race? Those aren’t even their children. They were taken away from their real parents who wouldn’t have even known they had them and given to a family that couldn’t be bothered to have a regular, flawed human child who’s just as deserving of a loving family,” she ranted, shaking her head.
“No worries, Sullivan,” Oliver told her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “We’ve got this handled.”
“Now if only we could get those two to get it together,” AC muttered.
“As oblivious as they are, I’m not counting on it any time this millennium,” Victor replied, frowning.
“You guys just don’t want to admit that Chloe is completely in love with me,” Bart put in, grinning.
AC and Victor looked back at him, their brows lifted.
“What does he got that I don’t?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
The two other men looked at each other.
“Money,” AC supplied.
“Looks,” Victor continued.
“I’m funny,” Bart disagreed.
“Humor that she likes.”
“I make her laugh!”
“With him, not at him,” Victor told him, shaking his head.
Bart threw his arms up. “Please, don’t spare my feelings or anything,” he said sarcastically.
“Wasn’t trying to,” AC assured. “He’s also the CEO of his own business, has a college degree, went to the best schools possible, could recite every one of her articles, and is so completely in love with her; it’s really not even funny any more.”
“I love her,” Bart protested, squirming.
“You love the idea of her,” Victor negated. “Admit it, Bart, she’s a crush. But when it comes down to it, you just enjoy the flirtation and excitement of it all. She, on the other hand, probably thinks of you like a little brother. Now, when she looks at Oliver,” he said, motioning back to them.
The three looked back at Oliver and Chloe who were walking toward the kitchen together. Oliver’s arm had slipped down to wrap around her waist while Chloe’s was curved up his back, rubbing soothing circles on his far shoulder. Her head was leaned against his arm and they could clearly hear her laughing at something he said.
“You gonna make me some coffee, hero boy?” she asked him, her tone teasing.
“I’ll make you the best coffee you’ve ever had,” he replied confidently.
She chuckled. “You sure you want to make that kind of promise?”
“You’re right. Lana would be hurt by my professed perfection in the coffee business.”
“Especially since you’re just pouring it from the bag into the coffee machine,” she reminded.
“I was gonna put the cream and sugar in it for you, maybe even stir it if you’re lucky.”
She laughed and he turned her slightly until they were half hugging as they walked away.
“That,” Victor said, motioning to the two, “is no crush.”
Bart frowned, nodding. “Fine. But if she turns to me in her desperate hour of need, I’m not going to disappoint her!”
Victor and AC snorted, pushing him as they shook their heads at his absurd declaration.
“Not gonna happen, Bartman.”
He sighed. Sadly, he knew that.