Title: Labels Required
Summary: Lois grows tired of waiting for Chloe and Oliver to define their relationship and decides to take mattes into her own hands
Characters: Chloe, Oliver, Lois, Clark, Bart, Victor, and AC
Pairings: Chloe/Oliver, and Lois/Clark
Word Count: 5,371
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or any of it's characters
Special Thanks to alxnhnt22 for making the georgeous banner for this story.
ihearttvsnark for pushing me to complete this story no matter how badly I wanted to scrap the whole thing.
serafina19 for suggesting episode 5x01 Definitions for my Chlollie done HIMYM style series.
Sequel to 2 out of 3
Chloe smiled against Oliver chest and inched slightly closer to him as she ran her foot up and down the length of his leg. There was certainly one good thing about their arrangement being out in the open. At least now she could stay the night with him and enjoy the benefits of amazing morning after sex before being forced to deal with all the daily dramas her life hectic always seemed to dole out.
She ran her hand down his chest and under the sheet hanging loosely around his waist. Oliver groaned and his hips bucked as she wrapped her hand around him.
“What are you doing?”
Chloe looked up and him and grinned, “I just thought I’d take advantage of the fact that I can be here in the morning now without having to worry about Lois calling a million times wondering where I am.”
She began slowly moving her hand up and down him, and couldn’t help but smile wider when he let out a sharp hiss. She loved the effect she had on him, they’d barely started and he was already hard, and between the feel of his hard body against hers and the thrill she got from the sounds he was making as she stroked him, she was more the ready for him.
Chloe quickly moved onto him, straddling his hips. She stared down at him for only a few seconds before impaling herself on him. She let out a loud groan at the feel of Oliver filling her.
Oliver‘s eyes grew wide as she began to ride him. Her hips slamming into his at an impossible rate as her breasts bounced proudly before him. He loved her like this… loved when she would climb on top of him and take him however she wanted… loved the noises she made. He loved the way her body wrapped around him… he loved… Oliver lost his train of thought as she leaned back placing her hands just below his knees. He knew what she wanted, after all the times they’d been his way he knew what every movement she made meant. What every movements secret message was, and this one… well this one meant one thing only.
He pushed himself into a sitting position and wrapped one arm around her waist while his other hand trailed down valley between her breasts and over her flat stomach stopping just short of where he knew she wanted him to touch her.
Chloe slowed her movements when she felt his hand stop and whined, “Ollie… please.”
“Please what?” She could hear the grin in his voice and she was torn between slapping him for his cockiness and saying exactly what he wanted her to. The latter quickly won out.
“Touch me.” she pleaded breathlessly.
Oliver grinned and moved his hand lower pressing his thumb against her clit and moving it slowly in circular motions.
Chloe mewed loudly screaming out his name and he began to move his hand faster as she got closer. Her inner walls began to flutter lightly around his length and he pinched her clit lightly sending her over the edge. As soon as her wails ended her body began to relax and he flipped them driving into her only a handful of times before exploding inside her wet heat.
Oliver fell forward nearly collapsing on top of her then rolled to the side. “I think I’m gonna like you staying the night.” he teased kissing her shoulder softly.
Chloe stiffened for a moment at his tender act then sat back up pulling the blanket tightly around her. She glanced around the floor looking for any bits of her discarded clothes from the night before. She really needed to be more aware of what direction he threw her clothes, she couldn’t find anything.
Oliver watched her, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “what are you doing?”
“Looking for my clothes.” She stood from the bed pulling the sheet with her as she continued to search.
Oliver rolled his eyes and stood from the bed. He reached down and picked up his discarded boxers from the night before, slipped them on then walked over to the closet. He opened the door and pulled out a silk knee length robe and held it out for her, “here.”
She turned to him and stared blankly at the garment in his hand, “what‘s that?”
“A robe,” he answered slowly.
She reached out hesitantly and took it from him her eyes wide. She pulled the sheet from her body and tossed it back on the bed then looked back at him as she slid the robe on. She turned away from him as she tied the thin strip of silk into a knot at her waist. Why would he have a robe there for her? For a split second she worried that maybe it wasn’t actually there just for her but possibly for any woman who happened to make it through the entire night without being shown the door, but she quickly pushed that thought aside. She’d been here countless times before and while it didn’t happen often this certainly wasn’t the first time she’d spent the night, and this was the first time this article of clothing had made an appearance.
Oliver’s arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her back flush against his chest, “I just thought that since everything’s out in the open you’d probably be spending a lot more nights here… or at least I hoped you would be.” He swallowed hard when she didn’t respond with one of her typical snaky comebacks. “If you don’t like it you don’t have to wear it… I can just take it back,” he continued softly.
Chloe quickly turned in his arms, “no don’t do that,” she said firmly, She lowered her gaze to his chest trying to focus her gaze on anything besides his deep brown eyes, “I like it,” her voice was barely above a whisper.
Oliver reached down and nudged her face up towards his with a crooked finger, “good,” he kissed her softly. “You hungry?”
Chloe nodded, “yeah.”
He let go of her and grabbed her hand then stepped toward the door, “come on, lets get you fed.”
Chloe trailed behind him. This was hardly what she’d envisioned the night before. Personal robes hung in his closet for her, soft tender kisses, having breakfast together… those were not the kind of things that people in their kind of relationship did. This entire morning was throwing her for a loop. The best thing to do was to just have a quick breakfast with him and make an excuse to leave, the last thing she needed was getting used to little moments like this. They weren’t a couple and pretending they were or looking into the smallest acts of friendship and kindness as something more would end up with nothing more then her being hurt.
Chloe was so lost in her thought that she hadn’t realized that Oliver had stopped moving and walked right into him. She looked up and found him tugging uselessly on the door knob. “What are you doing?”
“The door won‘t open,” he slammed his hand into it several times and yanked again. Still not budging it, “I think we’re stuck.”
“You think?” she bit out sarcastically. This was not good having breakfast with him was going to be awkward enough, but being stuck in a small room with no way out was not a good idea right now. “Wait where’s your phone? Maybe we can get a hold of one of the team and get them to bust us out if here.”
Oliver nodded and moved past her grumbling to himself about how irritable and bossy she was in the morning and making sure to have a cup of coffee sitting on the bed side table waiting for her when he woke up whenever she spent the night in the future.
Oliver glanced around the table next to his side of the bed and frowned, “my phone’s gone.”
“I must have left it in the living room,” he explained with a shrug.
Chloe rolled her eyes and marched over looking on the other table, “I don’t think so.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Mines gone too.” She walked around the foot of the bed and held out a bright pink post it with very familiar scribbling on it.
It’s time to have the talk… you’re not getting out of there until you do!
“I’m gonna kill her.” Chloe’ eyes darted around the room, “there has to be some way out of here,” she mumbled softly.
Oliver perked up suddenly, “my gear!”
“I can use my gear to get us out of here,” he pointed to the window and grinned smugly.
Chloe rolled her eyes, “that would be a great idea Ollie… except for two things. One,” she held up a finger, “Your gear isn’t in here it’s in your secret room, and two, “she held up a second digit, “that room is in the living room… on the other side of the locked door.” Chloe turned away from him and started looking for alternate escape routes when he suddenly felt a firm smack on her backside, she whipped around and glared at him.
“Don’t be a smart ass. I was talking about my newest stuff. It just came yesterday and I stored it in my closet until I could put it away properly.”
Chloe closed the distance between them and grabbed the side of his face pulling his lips firmly against hers. She pulled away only seconds later and grinned up at him, “I never thought I’d say this, but right now I’m so grateful for your anal retentive need to keep that room perfect.”
Oliver smiled back at her and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, “how grateful?”
“As soon as you get us out of here I’ll show you.”
Oliver quickly moved past her and into the closet, He searched the floor all around where he had left it and then noticed the small piece of paper identical to the one Chloe had showed him minutes before. He let out a growl and snatched it up before storming back into the bedroom. “If you want to kill your cousin you’re gonna have to get in line.” he told her waving the small piece of paper in the air.
Chloe groaned, “what does that one say?”
“Did you really think it would be that easy?”
Chloe threw her hands up in the air, “I cannot believe her! When we get out of here I swear I’m gonna… Wait!”
“Clark,” she announced proudly, “we don’t need a phone to call him.”
“Chloe I really don’t think Clark is gonna be willing to cross…”
They both stood silent for several minutes as Chloe glanced back and forth between the window and door expectantly. She collapsed onto the bed. “What are we gonna do?”
“Wait it out?” Oliver suggested. He moved over and sat down on the bed beside her. “You know there are plenty of things we can do to pass the time.”
Chloe narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to snap at him but didn‘t get the chance.
“Right… got it… not gonna happen.”
Chloe gave him a quick nod and then fell back against the mattress, “there’s gotta be another way.” This was ridiculous. They accomplished the impossible nearly every night. Got out of life and death situations constantly. Usually using simply her brains and his brawn and natural skills, and now this time she was drawing a blank. There had to be a way. She sat back up and studied the room again.
The door wasn’t an option, Lois must have had Clark weld it shut or something because it wasn’t opening no matter how many times Oliver tried to force it open.
The window was out as well, without his gear there was no way Ollie could maneuver the outer walls of the clock tower.
It was then that she noticed the small vent in the top right hand corner just below the ceiling. Chloe jumped from the bed and crossed the room to get a closer look. It looked tiny that was for sure, but given her size she just might be able to squeeze through it. Her eyes darted around the room and landed on the large arm chair Oliver had in the opposite corner.
“What?” Oliver asked shaking his head at her odd behavior.
She pointed at the vent, “a way out.” she pointed to the corner, “can you bring me that chair?”
He stood from the bed rolling his eyes at her. He had no idea what had gotten into her. Granted Lois going to extremes and locking them alone in a room was hardly the ideal situation, but it wasn’t worth the fit she was throwing over it. He picked up the chair and carried it over to her.
“Thank You.” she said as she climbed up onto it and stretched her arm above her. It wasn’t gonna work even with the additional height she still was almost eighteen inches short.
“Get down and let me try,” he offered
Chloe jumped down and shook her head at his offer, “that won’t work Ollie, even if you do reach it how do you plan to get that giant body of yours into that tiny opening?”
“Fine,” he crossed his arms over his chest, “then what do you suggest?”
She tugged on her lower lip hesitantly, “ever play Chicken?”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I really don’t see any other option at this point,” she motioned toward the floor, “now get on your knees.”
Oliver raised an eyebrow and smirked at her choice of words.
“Don’t,” she warned.
He held up his hands, “fine,” he fell to his knees still smiling, and Chloe moved behind him and threw one leg over each over his shoulders. He stood up his legs slightly wobbling as he closed the distance between them and the wall.
Chloe began banging angrily on the grate above them and finally let out a frustrated wail.
“I don’t know if this damn thing is super glued or melted right to the wall, but it won’t budge.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me?”
“I wish I was, she must have had Clark help her with more then just the door.”
“Shit.” He gripped her thighs tightly and lowered himself back down so she could climb off him.
Chloe glared at the vent once more then moved back to the bed and plopped down on the edge.
“You know, I get that you were against it before,” Oliver started sitting beside her, “but since were stuck in here anyway we could always…” He nodded to the bed suggestively.
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence Oliver Queen.” She fell back, “I swear after this they’re both dead.”
Oliver lowered himself beside her propping his head up on one hand as his other rested against her exposed thigh, “well if you prefer,” his hand began to move farther up her leg, “we could just do what Lois wants and have the talk.”
She stared back at him her eyes wide. The last thing she wanted was to have this discussion with him as a result of her cousin’s plotting, especially since she could tell by the playful glint in his eye that he was only suggesting it because he was so certain that it was the last thing she wanted.
Chloe rolled over straddling his waist, “Oliver,” she started, grinding her hips against his.
She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his neck, “shut up,” she whispered in his ear.
She slowly slid down his body leaving a trail of hot opened mouth kisses down his chest. Before he had a chance to realize what she was doing her mouth closed around him.
Oliver groaned loudly as she hollowed her cheeks and moaned lightly causing light vibrations to flow through him. Maybe he wouldn’t be in such a hurry to kill Lois and Clark after all.
Chloe fell to the side of him, both of them still panting heavily after a very vigorous round three. Oliver rolled to his side and smiled as she let out a labored ‘wow’.
They’d been stuck in Lois’s make shift prison for over two hours, and now that they knew there was no way out Oliver realized this was as good a time as any to push forward and take a shot at Lois’s talk idea.
She turned her head toward him and smiled, “yeah?”
“Maybe we could…”
A loud banging on the bedroom door interrupted him and he watched as Chloe jumped from the bed, slipped back on the robe, and then dashed across the room, “Lois is that you?”
“Hey guys, have you talked everything out yet?”
Chloe slammed her hand into the hard wood, “Lois Joanne Lane, Open this door right now!”
“Have you guys talked everything out yet?” she repeated.
Chloe let out a frustrated growl, “Lois, this isn’t something you can force us into doing…”
Lois chuckled loudly from the other side of the door, “I’m sorry do you remember who you’re talking to. You know me Chlo, and you should know better then anyone that I’m not giving in until the two of you do what I‘m telling you to. Now have THE TALK and Define the relationship! If you don‘t you‘ll just have to get used to the less then ideal accommodations.”
Chloe crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m guessing you don’t see the flaw in this little plan of yours, do you?”
Lois scoffed, “there is no flaw… my plan is perfect.”
“Hardly.” Chloe answered, “You don’t see the issue with locking two people in a purely physical relationship alone in a room with nothing but a bed and each other to occupy their time?”
Chloe slammed her hand into the door, “Lois this is ridiculous! Now stop messing around and open the damn door!” She started banging again countless whaps against the door and ignoring the throbbing pain starting in her hand and working its way down her wrist. “I swear if you don’t you will be sorry! You keep telling me I know who I’m dealing with, but do you remember who you’re dealing with. I’m Chloe Sullivan I can obliterate you entire virtual existence in a matter of minutes. I can find every article you write and delete before you send it to press. I will do whatever it takes to get back at you!”
“You don’t think I considered that already? Trust me when I say I have and while at first it made me almost throw my entire genius plan out the window, I realized eventually, the two of you’re gonna need some kind of sustenance to replenish your strength, and when you do the only way you’ll get it is by doing what I say. ” Lois’s voice raised several levels, “Hey Ollie, have you ever dealt with her when she’s been up more then a few hour without any kind of coffee… it is not pretty. I suggest hiding all the breakables. She has a tendency to get violent.”
Lois laughed loudly, “Did you not hear me when I told you my plan was perfect? I took all forms of retaliation into consideration, and had Victor make both of those things impossible… even for you.”
Chloe’s head whipped around, “You can add Vic to that list,” she snapped then turned back to beat on the door some more.
Oliver moved quickly from the bed and wrapped an arm around her waist. He lifted her off the ground and threw her over his shoulder, “OLIVER QUEEN, PUT ME DOWN!” She beat her hands against his back. He carried her to the foot of the bed and sat her down. He placed his hands on her shoulders, “will you just sit here, relax for a second, and let me handle Lois for a minute.”
“Good luck with that,” she crossed her legs and leaned back on her hands, “she’s completely irrational!”
Oliver raised his eyebrows and stared at her silently.
“Don’t give me that look! I’m not the crazy one she is!” She shrieked pointing in the direction of the door.
Oliver leaned forward and placed a hand to her cheek, “Sidekick you just threatened to and I quote, ‘obliterate her entire virtual existence’ I think it’s safe to say you passed irrational as soon as she showed up.”
Oliver stood back up and walked to the door, “Lois, I know this may be hard for you to grasp, but there are some things you can’t control and this is one of them. Chloe and I will figure this whole thing out when we’re ready.”
“Sorry Ollie, but the two of you have had plenty of time to do this on your own, and you haven’t. I’m your friend and I won’t let the two of you ruin what you two are to each other by ignoring what’s really going on… There you are, it’s about time.”
Chloe jumped from the bed and moved back to right in front of the door, “Lois who’s out there with you?!”
“It’s just me Chloe,” Clark answered softly.
“When I get out of here, you’re second on my list.”
“Hey this was Lois’s idea… what it was.”
“That may be the case, but I expect this from her. You’re supposed to be the one to talk her out of these crazy schemes not help her with them. I just can’t believe you let her talk you into…” Chloe inhaled deeply, “Is that COFFEE!”
Oliver shook his head, “one step too far Lo.”
“Desperate times call for desperate measures Queen.” she explained, “now, all you have to do is have the talk once and for all and we’ll let you out… mmm this is really good. I had Clark pick it up from that place you love. You know the one I’m talking about don’t you Chlo? It’s the one with the…” There was the sound of a paper bag rustling, “blueberry muffins that you once said were the closest thing to Mama Kent’s that you ever tasted.”
Chloe twirled back around and leaned against the door delivering a firm kick to it with the heel of her foot. This entire thing had gone too far, and of course there was a part of her that knew Lois was right, the two of them ignoring the situation would no doubt lead to issues between them, but what if when they finally had the necessary conversation Oliver confirmed her fears and made it known that he had no desire to place any kind of title to whatever they were doing. Just the thought of that had her ready to be the one to say it first. To look him right in the eyes and declare that she didn’t want anything to change, that things were perfect for her the way they were, or possibly even put an end to everything before things got even more complicated and most importantly before he got the chance to. She squeezed her eyes shut and leaned her head back against the door causing a small thud to echo through the room.
There had to be a way out of this. A way for them to get out of this damn room without rocking the boat of their string free relationship and sending them both plummeting into a sea of uncertainty and uncomfortable future meetings… there had to be. Suddenly a thought occurred to her one so obvious she was surprised she hadn’t thought about it before. They had been doing it for months after all, hell their lives as a whole depended on their ability to do it.
She crossed the room and sat down beside him, “you know what we could do?” she asked leaning closer to him and speaking in a soft whisper.
“Exactly what we’ve been doing these last few months… lie. If we tell them that we had the talk, and that everything’s worked out… maybe we can get Lois to finally let us out of here.”
Oliver shook his head at her idea and frowned, “wow.”
“What?” she eyed him nervously trying to read in expression.
“You really have no desire to try and figure what’s going on between us out do you?”
Chloe opened and closed her mouth several times unsure of how to respond to him. “I just… I don’t wanna force you into something Oliver, and Lois pulling this little stunt of hers does just that. I know where we stand.”
Oliver let out a humorless chuckle, “really, and where is that?”
“We’re friends,” she answered with a shrug, “friends… with benefits?”
Oliver shook his head, “right, let me ask you a question Chloe. When’s the last time you saw me drink coffee?”
She stared at him blankly, confused by what exactly he was trying to get at.
He watched her for a moment waiting for an answer that didn’t come, “the answer is I don’t drink coffee, but if you go in my kitchen right now you’ll find half a dozen different kinds, your favorites depending on your mood, and a brand new coffee machine.” Oliver stood from the bed and began to pace the floor in front of her. This was not the way he wanted to end up discussing things with her, but after everything that had happened the past few days, after the things that the guys had pointed out to him the day of her ’date’, and his reaction to seeing that childhood friend of hers try and kiss her it was obvious to him that they weren’t just in some string less relationship anymore, maybe they never had been, “and the robe… how many women do you think have had their own robes here?”
He finally stopped moving and looked up at her and locked his eyes with hers. She smiled at him and Oliver closed the distance between them. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body to his then leaned down and rested his forehead against hers. “I think it’s safe to say that this thing with us hasn’t ever really been a no strings kind of arrangement… at least it hasn’t been for me. What about you?”
Chloe nibbled nervously on her lower lip and shook her head.
“So why do you keep fighting it?”
Chloe looked up into his eyes and saw all his confusion and uncertainty in them.
“I don’t know,” she admitted softly, “maybe because I don’t see how this could ever really work out with us… I mean you’re you and I’m me, and the two of us just aren‘t good at this kind of thing.”
Chloe shrugged halfheartedly, “I think our pasts speak for themselves Ollie.”
Oliver ran his hands over her shoulders and cupped the sides of her face and pulled her back to look square in her eyes, “did you ever think that all those old relationships never played out right because we were with the wrong people?” He leaned in and kissed her gently, a simple whisper of a kiss. “Chloe, I can’t look you in the eyes and swear that defining what this is will make everything between us perfect, hell I know it won’t. We’re both have way to many issues and are too stubborn and set in our ways to have everything work out that way, but I know without a shadow of a doubt that there is no one I wanna be with more, no one else who makes me wanna give an actual relationship a try. And no one I can ever see it actually working out with more then you.”
Chloe leaned up and kissed him again then turned away and found a pen sitting on the table. She grabbed the small post it from earlier and scribbled their answer on it.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend -- Happy now!
Oliver stared down at the paper and smirked. “boyfriend/girlfriend huh? Sounds a little high school if you ask me.”
She playfully jabbed him in the arm with the pen before slipping the paper halfway under the door. They both watched as it was practically sucked the rest of the way through and waited for the reaction on the other side of the door, they didn’t have to wait long. Lois let out an excited squeal.
“Alright, you can open it up now.” She called out.
Within seconds the door was pulled from its hinges and Chloe and Oliver came face to face with a triumph looking Lois and a sheepish looking Clark. Chloe narrowed her gaze at them and Lois’s smile wavered slightly. She held up the bag and the coffee as a peace offering which Chloe quickly snatched from her but continued to glare.
She stormed past the pair and down the hall toward the spiral staircase. Oliver bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at the suddenly scared expressions of his two friends before stepping past them without saying a word.
As he moved into the living room he sat down beside her on the couch and they both watched as Lois and Clark made their way to the elevator. They both stepped on but before the doors closed Lois couldn’t hold back she reached up and held the doors open, “no need to thank me guys… the looks on your faces is all the gratitude I need.”
Chloe glared at her again and Clark nervously cleared his throat and pulled Lois the rest of the way inside. As soon as they were out of sight Chloe turned to Oliver and grinned.
“Still mad, I see.”
Chloe shrugged, “not really,” she admitted with a smirk, “but no matter how much she pretends not to be right now Lois is gonna spend the next few weeks terrified that I’m trying to find a way to get past whatever defenses she had Victor take care of, so that’s enough payback for me.”
Oliver smiled at her, “and what about Clark?”
“Are you kidding, he has to be the one to deal with all her paranoia over the next few weeks, I’d say that’s punishment enough… They’ll torture themselves and I won’t have to dirty my hands one little bit.” She smiled evilly at him.
“Remind me never to piss you off,” Oliver said with a small chuckle. He watched as Chloe downed the remaining coffee in her cup and grinned at her. “Done already?”
Chloe nodded as he grabbed the cup from her and placed it on the coffee table, “good,” He leaned forward and kissed her firmly. Inching forward and pushing her until her back was flat against the seat cushions.
“What are you doing?” She asked with a small smirk.
“Making out with my girlfriend on the couch,” he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Making out with your girlfriend on the couch,” she repeated, “I don’t know about you but that sound kinda high school to me.”
A/N Okay so that’s it, hopefully everyone enjoyed the ending. Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed, you guys are awesome!