Title: Chlollie Holiday Mini Fics Part 6/6
Summary: A series of holiday run ins between Chloe and Oliver from season 6 and on.
Characters: Chloe, Oliver Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Written for chlavis333
Prompt: Chlollie’s first Christmas together
Takes place in what would be season 11
She felt Oliver’s arms wrap tightly around her waist and give her a light squeeze. “Does it look ok to you?” she asked nervously. Her head tilting to one side as she attempted to get a glimpse of the tree from a slightly different angle.
“It looks fine,” he whispered against her ear.
“Are you sure? I mean do you think it might need more tinsel on this side… we really shouldn’t have left Bart in charge of that part,” she lifted her hand and pointed at a large clump of silvery tinsel, “look there’s too much here,” she then pointed to the other side of the tree, “and over here… there’s none.” she pulled away from him and took a step toward the tree but Oliver quickly placed his arms back around her and lifted her from the ground her back was pressed firmly against his chest as he carried her into the kitchen.
He placed her to the ground beside the barstool closest to the door and motioned for her to sit down. Chloe crossed her arms firmly over her chest and glared at him not moving any closer to the seat.
He rubbed his hands over his face and took several deep breaths, “you wanna tell me what’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” she asked feigning innocence.
“Chloe, you’re acting completely insane, do you even realize what it is exactly that you’re freaking out about right now… the proper placement of tinsel. I mean I know you‘ve always been a little obsessed with Christmas but please don‘t think I‘m stupid enough to believe that this is your regular holiday demeanor.” He gave her a moment to give him some kind of explanation but when she still remained stubbornly silent he continued, “will you please tell me what’s going on?”
She sighed in defeat and hung her head mumbling her response inaudibly.
“What was that?”
“I said that my dad is coming into town tomorrow.”
Oliver felt his body suddenly tense, “your dad?”
“But I’ve never met your father before.”
“And you’re just telling me this now… you didn’t even give me any time to… prepare.”
“I didn’t want you to be nervous.”
“Oh well that makes sense, because this is so much better.” Oliver pulled his phone from his pocket and began to dial…
An hour later all members of the Justice League stood in a military style line in front of their normally well collected leader and watched in amusement as he paced the floor in front of them.
“Okay, AC you’re in charge of getting Mr. Sullivan here from the airport. Since someone,” he shot a pointed look in Chloe’s direction, “waited until the last minute to inform me of his trip it’s too late to send my jet, so the least I can do is make sure he has a comfortable way to and from the airport.”
“Victor, your job is to help Chloe in the kitchen,” he held up his hand to silence the other man as he opened his mouth to argue, “I know you don’t know anything about cooking, but the way I see it you’re probably the only person she likes enough to even let in the kitchen while she cooks.”
“Dinah, your job is simple… When he gets here you have to do everything in your power to make sure Mr. Sullivan is distracted enough not to notice all the weird things that are bound to happen whenever our little team is all piled into the same room together for some kind of celebration… basically stick to him like glue.”
“And Bart, you’re on call for all last minute errands that may need to be run… decorations, food, in short whatever Chloe needs you’ll get it, and another thing… fix the damn tinsel.”
Without another word Oliver pulled his phone from his pocket and began dialing again leaving each of his team mates to stare wide eyed as he headed in the direction of his bedroom.
Bart looked at the others clearly confused, “what’s wrong with the tinsel?”
By the next morning the clock tower was perfect, not a thing to be done except finish cooking the Christmas dinner. Oliver looked around the apartment and nodded at his exhausted friends, “Thanks, for everything guys, and I know I went a little crazy yesterday but now that everything’s as it should be I think I can hold back on the attitude.”
“No problem boss man, but on a side note I think I speak for everyone here when I say that we’ll all be expecting a very generous Christmas bonus this year.” Bart smirked at the older man and held out his hand expectantly.
Oliver glared and Bart slowly backed away from the older man. As they watched Oliver exit the room again he turned to Chloe, “didn’t he just say he was gonna hold back on the attitude?”
“I HEARD THAT!”
Oliver walked into the living room with a beer in each hand. He made his way over to the couch and handed one to Gabe while keeping one for himself. He dropped down on the couch and focused on the screen in front of them, waiting for the inevitable other shoe to drop. The older man had already been there for hours. Dinner had come and gone as had all the guests and all that was left for Chloe to finish in the kitchen was the washing of a few pots and pans.
Oliver nervously watched the older man from the corner of his eye.
When Chloe had told him that Gabe Sullivan was coming to town for Christmas he hadn’t been quite sure what to expect. When he’d met the fathers of his girlfriends in the past he hadn’t really been all that concerned about their reaction to him. He was after all a billionaire and in all honestly most of their dads had been eager to have their daughter land him. But this was different Oliver was fairly certain that like his daughter Gabe wouldn’t be impressed by his money or his name, and given their history with the Luthors he really couldn’t blame them, But Gabe’s whole reaction to him had thrown him, he hadn’t had the mandatory ‘what are your intentions with my daughter’ talk, but instead been pleasant and nice the entire day. Honestly the deviation from the norm was more unsettling then anything he’d had to deal with before… and that included any of his Green Arrow run ins. After what seemed like an excruciatingly long time the older man finally broke the silence.
“I know what you’re waiting for… but I don’t think that talk is really going to be necessary, do you? Unless you think I have something to worry about?”
“Nothing at all.” Oliver answered honestly.
“Good, then maybe you can relax a little and actually enjoy the game already?”
“Sure thing.” Oliver finally focused on the football game playing on the screen in front of him and sighed, he was right the Sullivans weren’t like anyone he’d ever met.
Chloe hugged her dad tightly, “are you sure there’s nothing I can do to convince you to stay a few extra days? I know Ollie wouldn’t mind letting you use the jet to get home, instead of flying on that stuffy overcrowded plane first thing in the morning.” she said against his ear.
The older man chuckled, “I really wish I could, but I need to get back.”
Chloe forced herself into a pout… a technique she only ever used with her father and Oliver watched in amusement.
Gabe tugged her lower lip between his thumb and pointer finger and gave it a tug, “none of that Chloe Ann, I promise it won’t be so long in between visits next time.
Chloe nodded in acceptance, and her father turned to Oliver and held out his hand, “It was a pleasure to meet you Oliver.”
“You to sir.” he said taking the other mans hand and giving it a shake.
He then turned to Chloe gave her one last kiss on the cheek and stepped onto the elevator. Once they heard it begin its decent Chloe turned to look at Oliver
“So not too bad?” She asked hopefully.
“No, not too bad,” he admitted, “although… you not telling me until the last minute caused me a lot of unnecessary stress.”
“So what did you have in mind, would you like me to make you some herbal tea, I heard that relieves stress, or maybe a back rub?”
“That’s not exactly what I had in mind.” he grabbed her hand in his and led her toward the couch. He fell to it and pulled her into his lap one leg on each side of him. He wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled hr lips to his. It took only seconds for Oliver to pull her top from body. He ran his fingers down the length of her back, and Chloe moaned involuntarily.
They were so engrossed in each other that neither heard the elevator arrive and the gate slide open, but the voice that followed definitely got their attention.
“Oh my God!”
Chloe quickly scrambled from Oliver’s lap and covered her nearly bare upper torso from her father’s sight by crossing her arms over her chest, “d…dad we thought you left.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Aside from the obvious? I forgot my gloves,” he walked over to the coffee table and picked up the pieces of black leather. Scowling at Oliver as he slid the gloves onto his hands he then stormed toward the elevator, and just before he pulled the gate down he popped his head back in the room. “I think I will stay a few more days… and Oliver?”
“I also think it may be time we had that talk.” He pulled the gate closed before either Chloe or Oliver could protest, leaving the pair flustered and staring at the now closed door.
Oliver ran his hands over his face and growled lightly, “shit.”
That’s it, hope everyone liked them… and just so you’re aware I have one more holiday one-shot separate from this little series that hopefully I’ll get to post tonight as well!