Banner by miss_morrygan
Title: Getting Over Your Past
Summary: On the night Lois and Clark announce their engagement Chloe and Oliver find comfort in each other, but where do they go from there?
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Oliver Queen, Lois Lane, Clark Kent
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Chloe stood behind her cousin as she sat at in the small vanity chair in the bridal dressing room. She began pulling out the pins holding Lois's veil in place one by one. "Congratulations Lo," Chloe said smiling brightly at her older cousin's reflection in the large circular mirror in front of them.
"Thanks Chlo," she said returning the smile, "can you believe that I actually married Clark Kent? I mean really, when I first met him I never would have guessed."
"I don't think anyone would have," Chloe admitted with a small chuckle, "but hey, now is what's really important, and now everyoneknows that the two of you are meant for each other," She said honestly.
It still shocked her that her cousin and her alien best friend had just gotten married and she felt no sadness or pain over it. Six months ago when she heard Lois and Clark announce their engagement to a room full of their nearest and dearest it had felt like she had been punched in the gut, but later that night everything changed.
She had done something very Anti-Chloe Sullivan like and gotten drunk before spending the night with someone, but not just any someone. She had spent the night with Oliver, the only person at the party who was as equally devastated by the couple's announcement as she was.
One night with him had shifted something in her. Made her realize that the feelings that she thought she still harbored for Clark Kent weren't really there anymore. That what she was truly envious of was the fact that Lois and Clark had somehow managed to find their happily ever after. It was something she had begun to think wasn't possible with the lives they all led, but the two of them had somehow managed to accomplish it.
The first month after her night with Oliver had been horrible. It had been full of misunderstanding and insecurity, surprisingly not just on her part. They had managed to get past all that though and had been together for five months now, not that anyone else knew about their relationship.
She had decided that it was best not to tell anyone until they were sure that it was going to work out between them, and Oliver had reluctantly agreed. The last thing either of them wanted was to have things end badly between them and have it affect, not just them, but the rest of the league as well.
Truth be told, as much as she hated not being able to have a public relationship with him yet, the secrecy of it all was kinda hot, and she had sneaking suspicion he felt the same way which was why he hadn't pushed her too hard to tell anyone about them yet.
The only thing causing her guilt was keeping the truth from Lois, it felt like she was breaking what her cousin called the Chlo-Lo code, a silly pact they had made when she was about eleven and Lois was thirteen, which clearly stated that they must tell each other all about the boys they liked. While most people wouldn't hold someone to an agreement they had made when they were that age she knew that Lois did. Especially considering the amount of over sharing Lois had been giving her recently about her and Clark's relationship.
Unfortunately even if she wanted to confide in Lois at this point there were still too many things she was unsure of. The biggest thing being what exactly she and Oliver were to one another.
Not that long ago he had called her his girlfriend, but aside from the nearly constant sex there was no evidence to support that claim. So she was left with a constant uncertainty about what their relationship really was.
Were they dating?
Dating implied actually going out together once in awhile and considering the secrecy of their relationship that really wasn't an option, honestly most of their time together consisted of dinner at his place, followed by watching a movie on his couch that they almost never made it all the way through before ripping each others clothes off.
Were they simply friends who happened to have mind blowing, toe curling, and the most incredibly intense sex of her life?
No. If there was one thing she was sure of it was that her feelings for him were way beyond that, and given his recent revelation about her being his girlfriend, the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, and the way it felt whenever they were together she knew he felt the same.
Knowing that they felt the same way though didn't answer the questions of their relationship status. She knew they would have to figure it out eventually, but right now it was just the two of them, and for her that was enough.
"Chloe?" Lois said practically shouting.
"What?" Chloe asked slightly dazed as her cousin pulled her from her thoughts.
"Where did you go, I called your name five times and you just kept staring into space."
"Sorry Lo," she replied as she returned to pulling the pins from her cousin's hair, "I was just thinking."
"Right," Lois said slowly as she eyed her suspiciously.
"It really was a beautiful ceremony," Chloe stated trying to change the subject and silently praying that Lois would let her. Lois's eyes narrow as she gave her a kind of knowing look that Chloe couldn't quite figure out. "Even more so when you take into account the fact that we had to find a way to pull the whole thing together in less then six months," she teased lightly knowing how the rushed planning had been a constant source of Lois's frustration lately and that mentioning it was most likely the best way to secure a change of topic.
"Yeah well the time crunch was not my fault," she grumbled with a huff, "if Clark would have been willing to use his status as the son of a senator maybe we would have been able to get the hall on a date a little farther out, but no, he said it went against his 'sense of right and wrong' to use his mother's political standing for personal gain, so we had to settle for the date that a couple had canceled on or wait another nine months."
"Oh come on Lo, you know you love that strict moral compass of his." Chloe teased, grateful that her plan had seemed to work.
"I admit to nothing." Lois said stubbornly.
"You don't have to, the fact that you would rather rush your wedding plans rather then wait nine extra months to marry him speaks volumes." she said with a smile.
"It would have been the wrong season; none of the colors would have fit."
Chloe looked at her pointedly.
"Okay fine I admit it," she relented with a bright smile.
"Good girl," Chloe said as she pulled the final pin from her cousin's hair, She reached over Lois's shoulder and picked up a brush and began running it through her hair, "there you go, all done." she said when she finally managed to finish She walked across the dressing room and laid the veil over the arm of one of the two couches as Lois examined her reflection in the mirror.
"You are the best Maid of Honor ever cuz and I promise when you finally bite the bullet I'll return the favor."
Chloe looked over and smiled at her cousin in response.
"Now what are we gonna do about you?" Lois asked turning in her chair and eying her cousin.
"What do you mean?"
"Well I'm pretty sure I told you there was a reason why you had to wear that dress." she said wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
Chloe glanced down at the red floor length halter dress with a slit up to the top of her thigh and groaned loudly, "Lois I wore this because you pulled the whole 'I'm the bride so I get whatever I want' card. Any other plans you have for me this evening are the furthest thing from my mind." She cringed as the lie fell from her mouth. The truth was she had every intention of hooking up after the wedding, but it had nothing to do with the dress or with any of the random men that would be at the reception.
No her plans involved one tall, blond, green leather wearing hero. Nobody else held any interest to her anymore.
Chloe couldn't help but blush at the thought of Oliver, pulling the dress from her body as he pushed her against the wall of the clock tower then lifted her as she wrapped her legs tightly around his… but the sudden knowing look on her cousins face pulled her from her fevered thoughts, "What?" she asked feigning innocence.
"Nothing." Lois answered with a smirk as she took one last glimpse at her perfect reflection.
Chloe tried to fight the sudden urge of insecurity that hit her. While things with her and Oliver were great. There were still times that she looked at her cousin and briefly wondered how he went from being with someone like her cousin to being with someone like her.
Lois was a leggy gorgeous brunette that almost every man she met seemed to fall over himself to even talk to.
She had asked him one night while they stood in his kitchen making dinner if her thought her legs were too short. This was after a day of trying on dress after dress for the wedding including the one she now wore. It was the fact that they had to hem the skirt over four inches that had spurred her insecurity. His response had been laughter.
As she watched him laughed she narrowed her eyes at him which made him stop abruptly and attempted to cover his outburst with an exaggerated cough. When that didn't work for him, he'd walked over to her lifted her from the ground until she had to wrap her limbs around him to hang on. As soon as she locked her ankles behind his back he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "They seem like the perfect length to me," she bit down on her lower lip as she tried to hold back the smile threatening to cross her lips, of course she had failed.
Just like she did now.
"Chloe?" Lois yelled.
"What?" she answered startled.
"I lost you again, are you sure you're alright?"
"What… no… yeah I'm fine. It's nothing, Lo." she pushed the images away, "are you ready to go meet Clark so the two of you can head out there and make your grand entrance?" she asked hopefully.
"Yeah let's go." Lois answered standing from her chair and locking her arm with her cousin's as they exited the dressing room.
Oliver could have sworn he had been here before. He held a champagne glass tightly in his right hand as he leaned against the bar. His eyes stayed locked on the couple across the room dancing, way too closely in his opinion, on the small dance floor in the center of the room.
Yes, this was definitely suffering from a case of déjà vu. This was eerily similar to the first night he had spent with Chloe Sullivan only this time it wasn't Lois Lane and Clark Kent that were making his blood boil, no this time it was Chloe herself making him want to cross the room and punch his newest part time team member in the face. He tightened his grip on his glass when he saw the dark haired man's hand slide lower down her exposed lower back.
Oliver silently cursed Lois for picking out that dress. Seriously didn't most brides make the women in their wedding party wear horrible dresses that made them look like giant cupcakes? The brides from plenty of other weddings he had been to had, but this dress… this dress made it so all the single and several not so single men in the had their eyes glued to his girlfriend. He was still seriously considering stalking across the room and covering her exposed flesh with his jacket. Unfortunately they still hadn't told anyone about their relationship so there was nothing he could do about it but sit back and deal. They were definitely readdressing this whole deal they had about keeping their relationship under wraps.
"Stupid, giant rodent," he mumbled under his breath.
"What's wrong, Queen?" a knowing voice said beside him.
He glanced toward her for a moment before turning his attention back toward Chloe and her companion, "Lois, aren't you supposed to be out mingling with your guests?"
"I am, you're a guest."
"No, I'm the best man," he stated, "not the same thing."
"True, but you are my friend and you look… bothered. Is everything ok?"
"Great," he lifted the glass to his lips and downed the remainder.
"Why don't you just go cut in?" she asked.
He finally pulled his eyes away from them and turned to look into the smug face of Lois Lane. He opened his mouth to respond but she cut him off.
"And please don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about." She continued her smile growing bigger.
"How long have you known?" he asked realizing there was no point in denying it now.
"Since the morning I came to see my baby cousin and she hid you in her closet." she said with a chuckle.
"How did you…"
"Not many people drive a car like yours Queen, and seeing as you parked it right out in front of the Talon, it was easy to figure out."
"So you've known all this time and you didn't say anything? Why?"
"I've had a stressful few months, planning the wedding and all, and the two of you trying to be all stealthy about what was happening between you was… entertaining, to say the least."
"So glad we managed to amuse," He motioned for the bartender to bring him another drink then turned back to Lois. "Wait a minute… all the sudden appearances you made at my apartment when she was there…?"
"Like I said entertaining."
"Great," he stared at her for a moment when something occurred to him, "What about Clark? Does he know too?"
"Oh yeah, I told him right away." she answered waving off his concerns, "and let me tell you he hasn't even been able to look Chloe in the eye since the day I sent him to your place and you hid my cousin under your desk."
Oliver groaned loudly, "and yet somehow I'm still alive."
"Well yeah… I'll be honest it took some work but I did manage to convince him not to melt your face off with his heat vision."
Oliver pointed at her his mouth hanging open, "see that's what I told her was going to happen."
"Don't worry I managed to convince him otherwise when I threatened to find a huge piece of meteor rock if he did anything to ruin my wedding pictures."
He looked up at her and then glanced back at Chloe, "okay the two of you really are too much alike. It's kind of creepy."
Lois raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Well she told me that that would be the one thing to save me if Clark found out."
"Yes well Chloe's a smart girl… I hope you aren't too annoyed with my… antics?"
"Well since you saved my gorgeous face, I suppose I can forgive you… Chloe on the other hand…"
"You just let me handle my cousin, she has a certain broken pact to answer for… don't ask, I'm not telling…and hey if it makes you feel any better, you may have saved countless lives, I mean as crazy Bridezilla as I went can you imagine how bad it would have been if I hadn't had yours and Chloe's little game to amuse me."
"It's not a game," he said firmly.
"I know," she looked away from him and toward Chloe and her partner, "so what exactly are you waiting for," she pushed herself away from the bar and made her way back to her new husband.
Oliver placed his now empty glass down on the bar and headed across the room to the dance floor.
He reached the couple and tapped the man on the shoulder, "can I cut in?" the words he used made it seem like he was asking but his tone told a different story. "I'd like my chance to dance with the lovely maid of honor."
Chloe looked up at him her eyebrows raised as small smile formed on her lips.
"Get your own sidekick Queen," Bruce said with a smirk.
"I have one and I notice that your hand is currently residing a little too closely to her ass." he ground out through clenched teeth.
"Can you really blame?" Bruce said still smirking as he stayed right where he was, not making any indication that he planned to move aside for Oliver.
"Wayne get your hands of my… Watchtower." Oliver held his arms planted firmly to his sides, his hands clenched into tight fists. The urge to hit the other man was nearly boiling over.
Bruce moved his hands from Chloe and took a step back, "You know you should be careful Oliver, anyone who heard you talk like that might think you had some kind of interest in our girl here." he turned to Chloe and lifted her hand to his lips and placing a gentle kiss to her knuckles, "Chloe, always a pleasure." He said just before he turned and walked away leaving the pair standing on the dance floor.
Oliver moved toward her and wrapped his arms possessively around her waist.
"What was that all about?" she teased.
"What?" he said feigning innocence.
"You know Ollie, if I didn't know how big your ego was I might think you were jealous."
"And if I was?" he challenged.
She lifted her hand to his cheek tenderly, "I'd tell you that you have absolutely no reason to be."
His gaze fell to her lips, and she pulled her hand away suddenly seeming to remember that they weren't alone as her eyes glanced around to see if anyone had noticed.
"You might want to keep that particular emotion in check though, or people might start to suspect."
"So what if they do?" he said pulling her closer, "I thought we agreed we were only keeping our relationship under wraps until we were both sure where it was going."
"That's true, but…"
"But nothing, I don't want to hide it anymore." he admitted softly.
"Neither do I." she said her eyes locked on his as she smiled, "but I'm not so sure Lois and Clark's wedding reception is the right place for our coming out party."
"Hmm…" he said pretending to consider what she had said, "I see your point. It is their day after all."
"I thought you might see it that way." A sly smile crossed across her face, "if it helps at all we can leave early."
"Oh yeah," he said taking an appreciative glance at small strip of flesh exposed down the front of her chest, "that does help. A lot,"
"I thought it might."
He leaned closer to her whispering in her ear. "There is something I've been dying to ask you all day though, and I don't think it can wait until later," He watched small goose bumps break out across her arm.
"What's that?" she asked breathlessly.
He smiled at the reaction she was already having to him "this dress?"
"What about it?" she asked pulling back and looking at him in the eyes.
"This is not your average bridesmaid dress." he said with a smirk.
"You're very observant."
"So you wanna tell me why Lois picked this dress? I was under the impression that women in the wedding party weren't supposed to outshine the bride."
Chloe blushed brightly at his words but didn't respond.
"So do I get an explanation of not?"
"Yes well Lois isn't your average bride."
"I can see that, that still isn't an explanation though."
"Fine, Lois thought if I wore this dress I might receive some… attention from the men here."
"And what kind of attention was she referring to?" he asked his fingertips gently kneading the exposed flesh at her lower back.
Chloe's breath hitched, "I don't think I need to explain that to you, of all people." she told him softly.
"Come on," he said grabbing her hand and pulling her through the crowd.
"Oliver where are we going?"
When they finally made it from the room he pulled into the bridal dressing room, "Oliver we can't be in here."
"I disagree," he said closing the door behind them. He leaned back against the closed door and stared at her his eyes moving up and down the length of her body. "Now, I believe you said something about that dress earning you some… how did you put it… attention."
"Oliver Queen, Don't. You. Dare."
"What?" he asked feigning innocence.
"This is my cousin's wedding reception, and this is her dressing room… she could come in here any minute."
"Well then I'm sure she'll be happy to see that the dress did its job."
He moved slowly towards her, wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her passionately. Chloe stilled under his kiss but only for a moment before her lips started to move against his. She moaned against him and gripped desperately at the lapels of his jacket.
Oliver pulled her as close as possible, and her body melted into his as he ran his fingers over her exposed back and down to her ass. He whipped them around and pushed her back until she was pressed against the door of the small dressing room.
The length of his body was pressed against hers and he let out an involuntary groan when he felt Chloe's leg rise up and rest against his hip. He pulled a hand from her backside and slowly ran his hand up the skin revealed by the slit up the side. Oliver pushed the parted pieces of fabric farther up her leg.
Chloe moaned against his lips, "God Ollie."
He moved his hand around her outer thigh until his hand rested on the back, and then farther still until his fingertips grazed the edge of her panties. He swiftly pushed them aside and slid a finger inside her.
She gasped and Oliver felt the final bit of resolve leave her body as her small hands reached down and made quick work of his belt, button and zipper. She reached inside and began to stroke his firmly. Chloe quickly pushed his pants and boxers down to mid thigh then lifted her other leg to lower them down to his knees.
Oliver pulled his hand from her heat and moved it around to her back lifting her slightly and pinning her harder against the door. His hands made quick work of tugging her underwear from her body not caring that he had to rip them from her small form to do so, and when he pushed inside her he did his best to muffle the sound of her whimper by pressing his lips firmly against hers.
He pulled back and ran a hand tenderly over her cheek as he slowly began to move inside her. Her legs tightened around him. The heels of her shoes dug into his lower back and calf. It should have hurt, especially since with every thrust he made they dug in deeper into his skin, but it didn't, he couldn't feel anything but her. Chloe Sullivan… the woman he never saw coming, the woman who healed what he thought was forever broken inside of him, the woman he… it was like everything suddenly made complete sense.
He should have realized it sooner, told her sooner, but he was done waiting, "Chloe… look at me."
Her tightly shut eyes opened slowly but only halfway. Their eyes stayed locked as he slowed his thrusts, "I… love… you…"
Chloe's eyes shot open and she stared at him for a moment before reaching around his neck and pulling his lips against hers. Her hips began to move faster against his and he could feel her inner walls begin to tighten.
He increased his pace meeting her movements. Their quickened thrusts knocking her hard against the door, but they didn't stop even as the door banged against the frame with each thrust. It only took a second longer for Chloe to fall over the edge and the feeling her body pulsing around him caused him to lose himself completely in her.
Oliver pulled back from her and Chloe whimpered as he pulled himself from inside her. He quickly pulled back up his pants and tucked himself away. As he fastened his belt he chanced a glance at Chloe who was still leaning against the door her head leaned back, and her eyes clenched shut as she took short labored breaths. It suddenly occurred to him what he had done… he had told her he loved her for the first time in the middle of a quickie during her cousin's wedding reception, definatly not the ideal time for such a proclamation. He was sure that she had heard him the look on her face when he said it made that much obvious, but she still hadn't said anything back to him… not a single thing since the words, I love you, crossed his lips.
The silence in the tiny room was deafening and after several minutes he couldn't stand it anymore, "Chloe…"
"Clark, I can't throw the bouquet without the maid of honor," Lois's voice came from the hallway just outside the door, "I'm just gonna see if she went to freshen up."
Chloe suddenly jumped at the sound of the other woman's voice and she quickly adjusted her dress and exited the room.
Chloe stood amongst the cluster of women eager to catch the small bouquet of flowers Lois held in her hand as she stood on the small stage in front of them. Clark stood beside her of course, the traditional garter slung over one finger.
Her eyes drifted from her cousin and scanned the room surrounding her hoping to catch a glimpse of Oliver among the crowd of people around them.
She finally spotted him making his way back into the room his head hung low and his eyes looking toward the ground. She felt a clench in her gut at the sight of him, and her guilt started to overcome her.
He had told her he loved her and she hadn't told him that she felt the same way, and she did… but it just seemed too soon. Nobody even knew they were together yet, it was without a doubt too soon to say those words.
"Chloe?" Her eyes drifted to the stage where Lois stood her, older cousin looking right at her as she stepped from the stage and marched toward her a determined look in her eyes. The bride cleared the floor around her as Victor carried over a small chair from one of the nearby tables for her to sit in.
Lois pressed the bouquet into her hand and forced Chloe into the seat.
"Lo, what are you doing?" she asked nervously as she glanced around at the people surrounding them.
Lois didn't respond just looked pointedly at her and then glanced at her new husband who swiftly crossed the room and swung an arm over the best man's shoulders before leading him over to her.
She watched in horror as Clark smiled at both of them and placed the garter in Oliver's hand. He then nodded in Chloe's direction and pushed Oliver down to one knee in front of his best friend then took several steps back clenching Lois's hand in his.
Chloe shook her head and leaned forward, "I think they might know." she said lightly.
Oliver looked up at her a small smile on his lips, "Not exactly subtle are they?" he teased.
"Never has been a strong trait for either if them."
Chloe leaned back and laughed.
"May I?" he asked hesitantly.
She nodded and lifted one leg. She watched as Oliver slowly slid on the garter, his fingers gently grazing the entire length if her leg as he did before he rested her leg back down to the ground.
Several catcalls and whistles later the music started back up and Chloe stood from the chair just as Victor came back and pulled it from the dance floor.
Without even asking Oliver wrapped his arms fully around her waist and pulled her to him, "I really want to kiss you." he said.
Chloe felt her stomach flutter, and she didn't realize that it didn't matter if it seemed too soon, she did love him too, and he needed to know that, she needed to tell him. She lifted her hand to his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers. They stood there for several minutes not caring who was watching. When they finally pulled apart Oliver rested his forehead against hers, but as he opened his mouth to speak Chloe quickly cover it with her hand and shook her head.
"I love you too."
Okay I hope no one is disappointed with the ending to this one, it took me a really long time to find a version I was comfortable with, and for me this was just the best place to end it… I hope everyone agrees.