Talking in Your Sleep-8 Part II/21

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Author:  BlueSuede
Title:  Talking in Your Sleep
Rating: NC17
Genre: Friendship/Romance
Pairings:  Chloe/Oliver, Chloe/Green Arrow, Lois/Bruce, Lois/Clark
Summary:  Intrepid reporter for the Daily Planet, Chloe Sullivan, has her heart stolen by the masked hero, Green Arrow, but can she be satisfied with not knowing his real identity?
Warnings: There will probably be some minor spoilers, particularly for Season 6.  There will also be a ridiculously unnecessary amount of smut.  You've been warned.



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Chapter 1

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Continued from Chapter Eight...


Chloe woke to the beginning's of sunlight streaming onto her face and the sound of her phone going off. She groaned burying her face in the pillow before suddenly she gasped, her body rocketing up in bed like a pop-tart.

"Oh, God! Lois!" She flew across her room, looking around frantically for her purse and pulling her cell phone out of it when she finally located it.

"Chloe! What the hell are you doing in there? I've been knocking for fifteen minutes!"

"I'm so sorry, Lo," Chloe said, rushing about her room and throwing on clothes as she clutched the phone between her ear and her shoulder. "I...forgot to set my alarm last night." She rolled her eyes. It was true enough. She felt her face flush and her whole body grow suddenly warm as she glanced at the bed and remembered in vivid detail everything that had happened the night before. She felt the slightest pang at the fact that he wasn't there when she woke up, but she'd more or less been anticipating that. Logically, it made sense. Emotionally, it was a little more difficult to convince herself.

"How the hell did you forget to turn on your alarm?" Lois demanded.

"Look, never mind that Lois. The point is, I'll be out in five and we can get going, okay? Great. I'll be out in a few."

She hung up and went to finish buttoning her blouse in front of the mirror. She rolled her eyes a second time at the sight of her disheveled hair. Fantastic. I look completely sexed up. She snatched a brush and started frantically running it through her hair, trying to tell herself not to get turned on just because she looked more or less like she felt: ravished.

She grabbed a jacket and her keys before slipping on a pair of pumps. Then, thanking God she had had the foresight to pack before the birthday party the previous night, she grabbed her suitcase and rolled it toward the front door, swinging it open to find an unamused looking Lois tapping her foot. She opened her mouth to say something but then closed it, a confused look passing over her face. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Chloe and said simply, "Well, cab's downstairs and the meter's running."

Chloe nodded. "Great. Let's go. You excited?" she asked, grinning as they headed for the elevator.

Lois flushed slightly. "Maybe."

Chloe snorted. "Well, probably not as excited as he is, anyway." She paused. "Please tell me we have time to stop for coffee when we get to the airport."

The elevator door's slid shut.


Oliver's mind was not on his work. It was very much on a certain blonde who did absolutely nothing for his ability to concentrate.

He tapped his pencil idly on his desk, making a valiant effort to focus on the document he was supposed to be reading.

He wished she weren't going out of town. He wanted to see her again. Soon. He wondered how she would feel about the strange twist their relationship had taken the previous night...about the fact that he had taken her, more specifically. He closed his eyes, groaning slightly as he relived it all. His lower regions twitched in need. He rolled his eyes at himself. He was acting like a teenager who'd just had sex for the first time.

Maybe it was good that she would be out of town for a few days, he decided, his face turning to a dry expression. That way she wouldn't think he was trying to use her as a sex doll.

"Mr. Queen?" his secretary's voice buzzed over the intercom.

"Yes, Marcy?"

"The gentleman from New York just called. He said he's extremely sorry but he's had some personal problems come up and can't make it in for the meeting tomorrow. What would you like me to tell him?"

Oliver sighed quietly. "Tell him I understand completely, and - " he rubbed a hand over his eyes, "Try to reschedule him as soon as possible."

"No problem, Mr. Queen."

"And Marcy?"

"Yes, Mr. Queen?"

"Be sure you mention that I hope everything's all right."

"Of course, Mr. Queen."

He was left in silence then, debating the possibilities. He turned to his computer and pulled up his calendar, skimming over tomorrow's date. There was a gala in Gotham hosted by the police force to raise funds for some charity or other. He'd been intending to miss it in favor of the meeting with a potentially invaluable client, but now... He glanced over anything else he had going on that Saturday. The list was slim, and all easily rescheduled.

Well, he thought, leaning back in his seat, maybe getting out of town for a day will help me get my mind off of her for a bit.

He headed for the door of his office and poked his head outside. He waited for Marcy to finish the last of her pleasantries.

"Yes, sir. Of course. December 1st it is. And it's not a problem at all. Mr. Queen said for me to tell you he sincerely hopes everything is all right with you." She paused. "Of course. I'll tell him. Congratulations, sir."

She hung up the phone and turned to look at Oliver, having sensed his presence. "He said his wife is in labor. That's why he can't make it."

Oliver grinned. "Boy or girl?"

"Boy."

"Have some flowers and a box of cigars sent over or something like that, will you?"

She nodded, jotting down a note for herself.

"And Marcy?"

"Yes, Mr. Queen?"

"Call up the Gordons and let them know I'll be able to make the gala tomorrow night after all. Schedule my pilot for tomorrow morning to take me in, too, please. Thanks, Marcy." He started to head inside before adding as an afterthought, "And get me Bruce Wayne's number, will you?"


Lois Lane was not a woman who easily bit her tongue. As a matter of fact, quite to the contrary, her brash ability to say exactly what was on her mind whenever she wanted was arguably part of her charm.

So it was an entirely unprecedented matter for Lois to be found sitting beside her cousin on an airplane, drumming her fingers impatiently as she used every ounce of self-control she had to stop herself from saying what she wanted to say.

Chloe, who had been reading the morning paper, but couldn't quite focus for more reasons than her fidgeting cousin, finally had had enough. "What on earth is wrong with you?" she hissed.

This, Lois felt, was really too much. "Are you kidding?" she asked loudly. "You had sex last night! Admit it!"

Chloe's eyes widened and her face turned red as the elderly couple across the aisle turned to stare at them in shock. She rubbed her face wearily. "Lois, would you please not shout things like that in public areas? And where on earth would you get that idea?"

Lois huffed. "You weren't going to tell me. This is unbelievable. And I'll shout whatever I want. You had - "

"Lo!"

Lois lowered her voice accusingly, "You had sex last night and we both know it. Your glow has glow."

Chloe momentarily entertained the possibility of skydiving. "I don't know what you're talking about," she insisted, embarrassed.

"Seriously, Chloe? This is me you're talking to."

Their eyes met defiantly for a good minute in a staring contest.

Chloe broke first. "Okay, okay."

Lois barely contained a high pitched squeal. "Oh my god, who? I didn't even know there was someone!"

"There's not!" Chloe hesitated at her own outburst. "Well, I mean, there kind of is but it's...complicated." She sighed. That was one word for it. There was also 'insane,' 'convoluted'...'sextastic.' She smirked.

"I don't get it. Okay, start at the beginning. It's a long plane trip." She squirmed in her seat, getting comfortable, before looking at Chloe expectantly. "Okay, go."

Chloe rolled her eyes.

"What?" she defended herself. "Come on, who is he? How did you meet?"

She closed her eyes. If only Lois realized how complicated those questions were. But then she reminded herself that this was Lois. She was family. Chloe and Lois told each other everything. Lois might embarrass her a bit, but considering how many secrets she kept from Lois to protect other people...Well, it was only right that in a situation where she actually could confide in Lois, that she did so. And she did trust Lois. She started slowly, with a preemptive warning. "Okay, before I tell you anything, you have to understand that this stays between us. No one can know. Especially at work. Got it?"

Lois frowned, wondering why it was such a secret. Then her eyes got wide and she looked horrified. "Oh my God, did you sleep with the Chief? Ew, cuz, that's - "

"Lois for the love of God, keep your voice down. And no, I didn't sleep with Perry. Are you insane?"

"Oh thank goodness." She clutched her heart as if she'd had a real scare. "But yeah, sure. I promise."

"I'm serious, Lo. No one can know."

"Yeah I got it and I'm on the edge of my seat here, so spill already!"

"Okay...you know that guy I've been texting?"

"Cyber-Dude? Him? Holy sh - wait, why is that a secret? I mean, what, is he Oliver Queen or something?"

Chloe looked at the ceiling for help. "Would you let me talk?"

Lois made a show of covering her mouth with her hand before gesturing for her to continue.

"Okay, so I misled you a tiny bit when I let you think I hadn't met him in person. I just said I didn't know his real name?" She looked at Lois to make sure she was following. Lois looked confused but nodded. "Right, well...I had met him before. Offline, I mean. And Lois, so help me, if you blurt something out to this entire cabin, I will hurt you. Okay?"

"Just tell me already," Lois whined.

Chloe could feel herself blushing right up to the roots of her hair. "Well, I was telling the truth when I said I didn't actually know his name. Because..." she lowered her voice carefully, making sure no one on the plane was listening in, "He's the Green Arrow."

For once in her life Lois didn't shout something dramatic in response. Instead she sat there with her mouth hanging open, eyes wide with shock. Then, finally, deadpanned: "What?"

"Don't make me say it again," Chloe groaned.

"You've been chatting online with the Green Arrow?" Lois hissed under her breath. "Have you got any idea how weirdly, insanely cool that is?" Then her eyes widened again. "Holy crap, that's who you got dirty with last night? HIM?"

Chloe nodded once, eyes closed.

"OHMYGOD!" she managed to whisper and shout at the same time. "Oh my God...wait...how exactly did he manage to - "

"It was very dark."

Lois stared. "Oh my gosh, that's so hot. And...kinky. And hot. Jeez, you're not kidding about waiting for the right guy. You bagged a superhero? Holy crap." She shook her head. "Wow. And he's really hot, too. I mean, personally, if I was going to date a superhero, I'd go for Supes, but the archer's a close second or third."

Chloe raised an eyebrow and opened one eye to look at Lois in amusement. "Just out of sheer curiosity, since we're going to Gotham and all, where does Batman fall on that list?"

Lois shrugged. "Enh...probably tied with Green Bean. He's got the whole dark and mysterious thing going for him, but the bat ears aren't much of a turn on."

Chloe bit back a snicker.

"But can we just focus for a second on you," Lois demanded. "I mean...this is not one of our hypothetical situations. 'Which superhero would you date?' You actually did it! I mean...how exactly does this work?"

Chloe sighed. "I have no idea. At first it was just talking. And then I helped him get some information a couple of times and the next thing I knew we were making out...and things kind of escalated."

Lois snickered. "I'll say. So how was he?"

"Lois!" Chloe said, shocked.

"Oh don't gimme that. Come on, I'm being so good here. I'm not even demanding details. But you gotta give me something. Like, scale of one to ten or something."

Chloe groaned. "Eleven."

Lois squealed. "Jeez, finally. You earned it. So what happens now? I mean...you guys can't exactly date. Unless...do you think he's going to tell you who he is?"

Chloe opened her mouth and closed it again. "I'm...not sure, exactly."

"Exactly?"

"Well, I mean, I don't think he's going to tell me who he is, no. But that's for safety reasons. The less I know, the less likely I am to get into trouble. It protects both of us. And...well, I mean, I get that. I want to know like crazy. You know me; I can't stand not knowing, but..." she trailed off.

"You respect his right to protect his secret," Lois resigned herself moodily.

"Do you think I'm being stupid?"

"Simultaneously yes and no."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning I think it's stupid for you to be in this situation at all, but I don't think it's stupid for him to want to keep you safe. And I don't think it's stupid that you fell for a guy in a mask. I mean, I'm the one harboring a major crush on Superman. I definitely can't judge." She shrugged. "And anyway, as long as this guy's making you happy, then I'm good. I'm just worried because, well..." she couldn't seem to make herself say it, eying Chloe in concern.

"Because how long can something like this really go on?" Chloe finished for her, her heart clenching. "Eventually he either has to tell me who he is or we have to stop. Because I can't go on dates with him or introduce him to people or...well, anything."

"Yeah, but in the meantime, at least the sex is an eleven," Lois teased.

Chloe blushed furiously.

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Author's Note:  I don't know if it was actually necessary to divide this chapter or not.  All I know is that LJ was suffering from some serious Middle School Angst this morning. -rolls eyes-

Comments

[mizaki7.livejournal.com]

LOL I love Lois hahaaha so funny. And i love this story, can't wait for the next chapter.