Gratitude's Grace

TITLE: Gratitude’s Grace

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of ?

FANDOM: Smallville

SHIP: Chloe / Oliver

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season Eight and Nine

UNIVERSE: After Chloe helps Oliver get his life back on track, their relationship takes on a different dimension.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Smallville. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The WB and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

CHAPTER ONE

Chloe looked out over a night-darkened Metropolis through the clear iris of the stained glass window on the observation level of The Watchtower. The glass was cool against her palms where she lightly rested her hands. She shifted her focus, but didn’t turn around as she heard soft foot falls behind her and found Oliver’s reflection steadily growing in the multi-hued glass. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as his strong arms wrapped around her waist and his hard body pressed against her back. She tilted her head slightly to the side to give him better access as his lips lightly brush the skin of her neck. “Hi.” She greeted him and stifled an appreciative moan as he sucked lightly at the pulse point at the side of her neck.

She felt the hard tube of his erection pressing against her ass, the heat just barely dampened by their clothes. She let out a soft sigh and rested her head back on his shoulder as his hands casually slid up and cupped her breasts, lightly squeezing and fondling them before his thumbs found and rolled her rapidly stiffening nipples through her blouse and camisole. “I take it this isn’t a business call?” she asked unnecessarily with an amused snort as he nuzzled and then nipped at her earlobe while he caressed her breasts more firmly and started to slowly rock his hips to dry hump her ass.

“No… This is definitely, not business.” He purred into her ear and she pressed back against his slowly humping hips. One of his hands disappeared from her breasts making her very aware of the heat and wonderful sensation of the one that remained. After, a moment she heard the rustle of cloth followed by clink of his belt being undone and then a moment later the rasp of his zipper being lowered. Chloe sucked in a heavy breath as her insides clenched and twisted with surge of lubricating cream at the sounds, like some perverted version of Pavlov’s Dog. She unconscious rubbed her thighs together and licked her lips because they suddenly felt dry.

“Just like that? Right here?” she enquired as she widened her stance and let him pull her back, without resisting, so that she was leaning slightly forward. “Yes!” he all but growled with heated desire that sent an excited, thrilling shiver down her spine. His other hand left her breast as well, tweaking her nipple as it did so. His hands hurriedly hiked up her skirt, bunching it around her hips. Her skin felt sensitive and hot while her clothes felt itchy and suddenly uncomfortable. The air felt surprisingly cool and wonderful against the back of her legs and thighs as he exposed them. She wished he’d take her blouse off too, but she knew and quite readily accepted his urgency. Oliver’s hands felt hot as they stroked her skin and then pulled her panties down and to the side. The material clung to her sodden, swollen lips of her slit for a moment and then cool air washed across it too.

Chloe moaned softly in anticipation as she felt the heat and friction of his dickhead as he guided it through her folds and seated himself at her entrance. She braced herself, splaying her fingers on the cool glass and then pushed back and down as he thrust up and forward. “Oh fuck!” she hadn’t intended it, but the expletive, along with a gasp were driven from her lips by the onslaught of sensation as he filled and stretched her slick, yet resistant channel. His thick, long masculinity lanced a fiery trail of delicious friction to find her flexing, molten core in a single, powerful thrust that sent a powerful shockwave of pleasure ricocheting across her senses. She rolled her hips back against him as she adjusted to his wonderful invasion while his hands once again found her breasts and his chest pressed lightly across her back.

He allowed her to adjust, just slowly circling his hips to stir her depths and keep her desire simmering. She breathed slowly, deliberately, savoring the sensation of her body becoming in sync with his as she started to move with him. The feel of him inside her was becoming too natural a sensation, too enjoyable and comfortable, too needed, that it scared her a little. For, the umpteenth time she promised herself that she would end it. “You know we can’t just keep doing this.” She informed him trying to start the process, but her body betrayed her as she found herself encouraging him by rocking her hips harder as they ground together, his thick, long, hard manhood stirring her intimate depths with sizzling sparks of pleasurable sensation.

“No, as a matter of fact, I don’t. We’re consenting adults. We’re not hurting anyone and… I’m going to go out on a limb here, but I think we’re both enjoying ourselves. I’m not saying it doesn’t have its complications, but I don’t see why we have to stop either.” He replied against the shell of her ear in a smoky whisper as he pulled her blouse free of her skirt and managed to work his hands up under her camisole to fondle her breasts directly. He fondled her breasts and rolled her tingling nipples before he slowly started to rock his hips driving himself back and forth inside her. She couldn’t find the words to argue as she licked suddenly dry lips and rolled her hips back onto him with soft moans of pleasure.

Several weeks earlier…

Chloe lifted her head from the computer screen she was scrutinizing as he sauntered into The Watchtower all boyish charm and casual, but tailored clothes. She greeted him with a wave as with the other hand she closed the Kandorian search files she had been working on. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Oliver or anything, but it was just something between her and Clark for the moment. “So… What brings you to The Watchtower?” she asked as he leaned casually against her desk. His smile became crooked. ”I was just wondering it you had plans for dinner this evening? A cup of coffee at a street corner café isn’t really enough of a show of gratitude for what you did for me. Neither is dinner, but it’s a start.” He explained.

He must have seen the protest in her eyes because he continued before she could start. “Come on Chloe… Just one night out. When is the last time you had dinner that didn’t come out of a cardboard box? Live a little, you’re allowed.” He pleaded his case. She had to admit, that since Emile had supplied her with the hardware, she had thrown herself into her Watchtower project with selfless determination. It gave her a place and a purpose when she had felt like she had none and it kept her from dwelling on the events that had led her to this place in her life. It was even odds as to whether she slept more often, in the Watchtower or at her apartment above the Talon. “Fine.” She replied without much enthusiasm and he flashed her one of his boyish smiles. “That’s the spirit… sort of. I’ll pick you up around seven and dress up, we’re going somewhere fancy.

She watched him leave without another word and shook her head, wondering what she had just gotten herself into. She dressed simply, but elegantly in a green sheath of silk with spaghetti straps and matching high heels. She looked at herself in the mirror and adjusted the fit of the dress slightly. The smooth material felt good against her skin. She searched her grey eyes for a moment while checking her make-up, once again wondering as she had throughout the day, whether she should just call him and cancel. She went back to the main floor of the Watchtower and checked on where everyone was and on the searches she was running. There was a light knock on the door and he sauntered in without waiting for her to reply. She had to admit; he looked very debonair and dashing in his perfectly tailored tuxedo.

“You look lovely, Chloe.” He greeted her as he walked closer. “Thank you. You don’t look too shabby yourself.” She responded picking up her purse and her mobile. “You won’t be needing that.” He told her, gently taking the mobile out of her hand and placing it back on the desk. She raised her eyebrow quizzically at him and then simply shrugged and let him usher her away from her computers, with his hand gently at the small of her back, to the waiting limousine. He offered her champagne and they chatted lightly about inconsequential things while the night-time sidewalks of Metropolis slid past.

He took her to the Ace of Clubs, but as they stepped off the elevator, she immediately noticed that the place was for all intents and purposes empty. "The whole club, really?" she asked rhetorically and he grinned as he led her to the only table that had been laid. "I thought we could use the privacy, not be bothered by possibly prying eyes or ears. Plus, it is so the Oliver Queen thing to do. Isn’t it?" he explained before pulling out a chair for her. His grin was infectious and she returned it.

"I took the liberty of ordering for us, but if theirs anything you would like, I am sure the chef will be more than happy to oblige." he informed her as he took the seat across from her. "I'm sure whatever you ordered will be fine." she responded as he poured her a fresh glass of champagne. They graduated from champagne to wine, delivered by a quite, unobtrusive waiter along with their food.

The food was good, exotic and varied, with Oliver pointing out specific delicacies he thought she simply had to try. Her glass never seemed to empty although she sipped at it regularly as they ate and talked. They shared their pasts, slowly and shyly at first and Chloe found that she was enjoying herself, being able to talk about her past with Clark in Smallville without having to edit too much. She felt herself relax as they continued to trade stories. They came from such different backgrounds and she was as interested in his tales as he was in hers. He eventually even told her of the event that changed his life. How he had got himself stranded on an island and learned to use a bow and arrow to survive.

“So you had a thing for Clark then?” he asked surreptitiously and she felt her cheeks heat. “For way too long.” She admitted realizing how Clark-centric her teen years had been by the stories she had just told him. “And, you never?” he continued, toying with his wine glass as he looked at her over it. “Never what?” she countered rhetorically before laughing. “No… Never even close. Well, not intentionally anyway. It was always Lana for him.” She finally answered, she frowned internally, for some reason not quite sure that her answer was exactly the truth, but not sure why. She was, however, pleasantly surprised that she felt no bitterness at the simple statement of fact as she sipped from her glass. The simple admissions she’d made felt cathartic and she felt a strange weight, she hadn’t even realized was there, lift.

Their conversation turned to lighter things as they had desert and she realized that she might have had a little too much to drink as she was actually giggling on occasion. “Come on. I think I better get you home and to bed. I think you might have had just a little too much to drink, Miss Sullivan.” He suggested with an amused grin. She felt fine, better than fine, but she knew his assessment had some merit to it “Ha… I may be a little tipsy, but not enough for you to get me into bed, Mister Queen.” She countered, the words just popping out of her mouth after which she clamped her hand across her mouth and started to giggle into it as she realized the implication she’d made. His grin simply widened. He gestured to the waiter and in a few moments they were sipping on coffees.

She felt more relaxed than she had, in what she realized, had been a very long time and it didn’t have that much to do with the booze. She liked the feel of his hand on the small of her back as he guided her into the limousine. They sat close and in comfortable silence as they drove back to The Watchtower. Her world had been in such upheaval over the last few months with everything that had happened with Davis and Jimmy and Clark, basically all the men in her life, it was nice to have such a normal time with one of them. Plus, he smelled really good. She couldn’t remember when it happened, but when the limo stopped she was pressed against his side, warm and comfortable with her head resting on his shoulder. She missed that warmth when he disentangled himself from her to slide out of the limo. The driver opened the door on her side, but it was Oliver’s strong hand that helped her out of the car.

He walked her to her door and waited for her to unlock it. Chloe thanked him for a lovely evening and he returned her sentiment with a smile. She felt a little funny with an odd flutter in her stomach and heat to her skin, the alcohol didn’t quite account for. He bid her goodnight and turned to leave, but she reached out and halted him with a hand on his shoulder. “Chloe?” he wondered with a frown as she bit her lower lip, but gave no reason for halting him. “This is insane.” She told herself, but closed the distance between them; slid her hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck and raised herself onto the tips of her toes while pulling his head down to hers. Oliver resisted for a moment and then he titled his head and his lips found hers.

It had been months since she’d last been kissed and that thought brought Jimmy forcibly back into her mind. She whimpered and felt tears squeeze out of the corners of her tightly closed eye at the surge of emotion, yet she opened her mouth and kissed him with hungry passion. His strong arms drew her to him and then cradled her against him. He drew back, not breaking the kiss, but tempering its intensity turning it from wild to sweet, their tongues fencing lightly. It was Chloe who eventually broke it when breathing became an issue. His arms remained loosely around her and she turned her face away from his to dash the tears out of her eyes as she sniffed. His hand on her cheek was warm and gentle as he used it to turn her face back to his.

“I don’t know why I did that.” She admitted softly. “I’m not complaining, though I’m not sure I approve of the tears.” He responded and her lips curved into a smile. “Sorry about that, and the kiss. I honestly don’t know what came over me. I… I guess I just wanted to know what that felt like.” She apologized. “Oh, there was nothing wrong with the kiss.” He informed her, his boyish smile broadening. “Thanks again for the evening, and understanding.” She thanked him and put her hand on the door handle. His head tilted and his eyes became thoughtful.

“I can stay. We can talk some more.” Oliver offered. She didn’t want to talk any more, but the kiss had had more than an emotional effect on her. Her body had awakened to his kiss and touch, her nipples stiffening against the cups of her brassier and her sex tingled as it clenching and flexing against itself. “You should go. It’s been a long night.” She told him, lowering her eyes. “Is that really what you want?” he asked his hands resting lightly on her hips. She closed her eyes and swallowed, inviting heat radiated off him and his masculine scent and cologne enveloped her as she drew in a deep breath. “No, and I don’t want to talk either.” she whispered, letting her body and heart over rule her head.

His arms curled around her again and she tilted her head back as he brought his lips to hers. She moaned softly as he held her against him and plundered her mouth with skillful passion. His hand slid up her back and his fingers wound into her hair to cup the back of her head as her arms circled his neck and she did the same. She opened her mouth wider and their tongues switched from fencing to wrestling sinuously as they sucked and lightly nipped at each other’s lips. Her arousal spiked as he deepened the kiss and her breast flattened and rubbed against his chest. She could feel Oliver’s reaction to their kiss pressing hot and hard against her hip as it tented the front of his trousers as he two-stepped them back through the door and into The Watchtower.

TO BE CONTINUED