Title: (Sweet) Torture

Ship: Chloe/Oliver (Chlollie)

Rating: T… Possibly M? Basically involves mature themes.

Summary: Ch 3! of Torture. Oliver finally gets his revenge

A/N: Hey guys,

Thanks so much for all the reviews I'm trying to get back to you as fast as I can but I started answering the most recent ones first so I may end up sending you two different replies, which will seem rather redundant I know, lol sorry.

Also I know this is terribly late but I have viable excuses! I had a midterm and then last night when I was supposed to finish it we had a bit of an emergency with my best friends grandmother and had to go to the hospital. No worries she seems to be fine now. Bust basically you can't get mad a t me. Muahaha.

Also there are a couple people who I couldn't reply to cause there was no reply url. No idea why that is but if you want a reply or have a question I didn't answer just review again and I'll find a way to get in touch with you

IMPORTANT: Ok so I know I promised smut but then I got a suggestion from TheAlternativeSource that got me thinking (basically that Ollie should take revenge, so she gets credit for that bunny :) and I decided to try that out instead. Don't worry plenty fun in this chapter and if you are seriously displeased about the lack of dirty-ness I may write an optional final chapter of just smut that I kinda skipped over. Ok now, on with the show!

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Chloe Sullivan was enjoying herself. It was rare thing really, but as she pulled up the schematics on the Watchtower monitors she found herself humming.

She couldn't help it, she'd never done anything like this.

After lunch (She giggled (giggled!) at the very thought, the image of Oliver on the floor on top of Mrs Tora, who seemed to have enjoyed a little too much) they had returned to the Watchtower.

She watched him as they walked and realized for the first time how much she'd confused him. She'd never had this kind of power before.

Lois does this, not me…

Then why am I enjoying it so much?

She hadn't meant to knock him off the chair. She hadn't had much of a plan to begin with but once she realized how hard it was to cross her legs under the counter without bumping Oliver, an idea began to form in her head.

His expression as she slid her foot up his leg was priceless.

He honestly looked like he was going to have a coronary right there in the restaurant when she leaned back for the Soya sauce.

She looked up to see him rubbing his backside.

"Aww does the booboo still hurt, Mr. Queen?" she said mockingly, leaning forward on her elbows to smile openly at his pain.

Oliver froze, clearly not aware that he was being observed (As if I could look away from that ass), "Funny, Sullivan. Didn't even try to help me, did you? Just sat there and watched as she rubbed herself on me!" he said leaning over the table to point a finger at her.

"Oliver, she's a little old lady! Who clearly has a thing for you and who am I to deny her true happiness in her old age?" said Chloe trying not to laugh.

She suddenly realized how close they were; her head settled on her hands looking up at him leaning forward on the table and a weird look crept into his eyes, something that she couldn't read.

Chloe suddenly felt rather vulnerable and… naked for some reason.

Damn. Should have planned. Should have planned.

He looks… oh god… hungry.

She frowned at the thought. No one had ever looked at her like that before. Chloe Sullivan doesn't get looks like that from guys. The last time anyone had looked at her like that was when Lionel Luthor had decided to play switcheroo with Clark's body and had come on to her in the Torch Office.

Yay. The last guy who tried to seduce me was at least twice my age.

He was leaning forward, getting closer now a smile spreading to his lips.

She was getting lost in the corners of his mouth (God, why does his smile have to be soo damn knee-melting?) when the panic hit her.

Shit. What am I doing? What are we doing? This is bad. Bad Chloe. You can't go setting fires when you can barely light a match!

He was about to say something when suddenly--"Hey Boss Man! *zip*

"Heellooo Gorgeous! Miss me?" It was Bart, zipping into the room to stand right next to Chloe. Laughing she got up to hug him relishing the chance to break the tension that she had found herself knee-deep in. Chloe Sullivan was experienced in a lot of things, sure, but this is not one of them.

First Aid? Check.

Infections of the meteor rock variety? Double check.

Computer? Check the Hell of out of that.

Sexual Tension... Not so much.

Focusing her full attention to Bart she replied, "Always," and gave him a peck on the cheek, causing him to turn beet red and zip around the room in erratic joy just as AC, Victor, and Dinah walked in through the doors, knocking them all off their feet.

"!!!"

As Oliver helped them to their feet Dinah shook her head at Chloe. "Well I think we've found Bart's Kryptonite."

"SHE LIKES ME BETTER THAN ALLL OF YOU!!!," yelled Bart reaching the second floor of the Watchtower.

Chloe just laughed and said hello to everyone but refused to meet Oliver's gaze as they sat down at the table.

Apparently this was not part of Oliver's plan. He smiled pleasantly as he slid into the chair next to her, and for some reason she found herself doing a double take.

Why is that smile somewhat… unsettling?

****

Think you're safe do you Sullivan? Hmm? Well you I'm gonna get you. You and you're devious little skirt.

Sure enough, Chloe had chosen to wear a cream-colored pencil skirt (with a freakin slit, up the side, of course) and a black top with a neck-tie.

It's all part of her damn plan.

She smiled at him briefly before turning her attention to Victor who was asking a computer question.

And she plays it all so innocent. Oh yeah, you regularly play extreme-footsie with all your friends IN PUBLIC VENUES. Sure.

"Ok guys," she started "looking at the current situation we've got a couple options. I've planted bugs to watch each of the Kandorians while they assimilate, but right now it's more of a game of "Sit-and-Twiddle-Your-Thumbs" than anything else."

As she continued talking Oliver leaned in closer to her to watch her motion to the documents on the touch pad in the center of the table, letting his leg brush the naked skin of her knee and rest there.

She didn't seem to think much of it until he did it again She crossed her legs at the ankles and tucking them under the table.

You can run but you can't hide Sullivan.

Leaning forward on one hand he made it seem like he was leaning in to see the plans while straightening his pants.

Chloe was still talking, oblivious to Oliver's intentions, "What I want us to focus on, she said, "is their motivation. I'm not entirely convinced the Kandorians are as united as Zod thinks they are. There is--" Then he made his move, brushing a finger across the tip of her knee.

***

What is he--?

She paused she eyes fluttering for the briefest moments to him and then restarted, "There is the possibility that they may not all want to join his Red-Sun Apocalypse Club so—" He did it again, this time tracing the outline of her knee cap, making her painfully aware of how close he was. Glancing at him briefly she could see that he was thumbing through the papers in front of him, completely ignoring what his other hand was doing.

Continuing his trajectory he slid his hand up, slowly, torturously, pushing the fabric of he skirt aside inch by inch.

WHAT THE….??

"Umm so the, um…"

WHAT IS HELL IS HE DOING?

"The idea being that umm..."

He wants revenge now?

HERE????????!!!!

"…that … umm… the Kan-the Kandorians…

Suddenly he wrapped a hand a possessively over her thigh and letting the full width of his palm spread over her he began to move up. Chloe nearly gasped aloud but managed to cover it up as a deep breath,

That oh my god he has magnificent hands…

Did I just say "magnificent hands"??? Get ready Harlequin writers, you have a new member.

Okokokok. FOCUS.

"The Kandorians may not- umm…"

Chloe was beginning to loose it.

Oh God.

Chloe was beginning to loose it.

His hands had slipped right to the top of her skirt and were now drawing lazy lines along the outside lining of her panties.

Oh no. .

Suddenly his touch wasn't so gentle anymore and the lines he had been drawing became more insistent.

OH …Oh….GOD.

Chloe swallowed. Hard. Her brain was no longer connected to her mouth and the shock of the situation was hitting her at full strength. The best she could do was sift through the papers and attempt not to look as if her brain had been removed from her head, dipped in pickle juice and then deep-fried.

Victor frowned at her, "Chloe are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm- I'm fine…ummm," She said furiously tucking her hair behind her ears. She could actually feel herself turning red.

Returning to home base he slid he hand behind her knee letting his fingertips whisper on the back of her knee.

OH THANK GOD.

Relaxing she tried to continue, "Basically, the plan is if we can do it Clark's way, we will. Talk to them, get to know how they really feel about humans and we may be able to gain some allies." She crossed her legs at the knees thinking it may deter his attention if he couldn't actually get his hand between her legs.

Apparently, this was not the case.

Instead he began to stroke the back of her thigh on the outside of her leg, effective pushing her entire skirt up around her hips.

Chloe opened her mouth to continue but by then he had reached her butt. He began to knead the available skin, rendering any words that were about to leave her lips no more than a pathetic croak.

"Chloe?" it was AC, "You want some water?" he said pushing a glass towards her.

"Mm, yeah. Uhh… I- I think I have a sore throat" she replied weakly. But as she leaned forward for the glass she realized she had made a grave mistake. Leaning forward had created a tiny gap between her ass and the seat giving Oliver an opening.

Oh No.

Sliding his hand right under he cupped her butt for just a second before giving it a firm pinch.

"OhmyGod!" said Chloe with a squeal, standing up suddenly. Or rather failing at standing suddenly as she hit the table with her legs, fell back into her seat and then popped back up to avoid being pinched again. Her chair fell out behind her with a clatter.

She looked at the five individuals at the table. AC, Victor and Bart looked confused. Dinah, for some strange reason looked amused and Oliver (Damn FREAKIN Oliver) had a smile on his face. Like the cat that caught the damn mouse.

Bastard.

"You sure you're ok Chloe?" he asked his eyes opening wide as he played innocent.

BASTARD.

She pulled at her skirt making sure she was descent.

"Yes! Yes I'm just umm... I suddenly realized, I-I should use this monitor." She said gesturing to the screen behind her like Vanna White.

Smooth Sullivan. Real smooth.

***

Several hours later the team stared to pack up. Through out the meeting Chloe had stayed as far as humanly possible away from Oliver, which luckily enough had worked (Despite the fact that Chloe had the distinct feeling she was being mentally undressed, no matter where she was.)

She waited until Oliver physically pushed Bart outside the doors of Watchtower before hurling her heel at his head.

He ducked out of the way just in time and it hit the doorpost with a loud *thunk*.

"Hey!" he said affronted, as he turned around.

"Tell me something Oliver, are you INSANE?!"

"Me?!" He said glancing back at the heel behind him.

"In the middle of a LEAGUE MEETING?!"

"Wait what? You're mad at me? At ME? What about you! I'm not the one who tried to count the change in the front pocket of your pants with my toes in a restaurant!"

Chloe started. "I- I don't know what you're talking about."

"The hell you don't! You've been doing this all week! You walk around in those- those skirts! With those damn slits up the side! And who the hell invented those things anyway? And no one suspects a thing. Chloe Sullivan trying to seduce someone? NEVER!"

"Oliver I don't-- "

In two quick strides he was across the room, face inches from hers and his voice dangerously low, "Explain the green panties."

Chloe's mouth went dry.

Oh Crap. Ok, don't give in. Don't give in.

"I happen to like that colour. Besides! You were the one looking up my skirt!"

"Wha-What?! YOU BENT OVER! Purposely! You were purposely bending over in front of me!!"

"I was fixing a wire! And I was on the phone with Clark! How could I possibly be trying to seduce you at the same time!"

"Please. You're the one who always goes on and on about being a multi-tasker!"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Suddenly Chloe's back hit the table. He'd backed her into a corner.

Damnit.

"Chloe look me in the eyes and tell me you haven't been trying to seduce me."

She looked him square in the eyes, "I haven't been trying to seduce you".

Returning her square gaze, he slipped a hand around her waist and past the hem of her shirt, sliding up her spine.

Why does he have to be so good at that?

He moved his head closer, pulling her flush against him, leaning his forehead against hers.

"Tell me you didn't want me to do this," he said whispering as he continued to draw the line on her spine.

Ok…Knees are officially Jello.

"Or this," he said moving to her neck, planting hot, breathy almost kisses on her neck.

Oh my god.

Chloe couldn't help herself the thought flew through her head before she had a chance to edit it.

Please kiss me. Just kiss me.

No! Don't kiss him. Whatever you do don't kiss him.

"Or this," moving to her ear he began nibbling giving it a gentle tug letting his teeth graze the skin. Chloe couldn't hold it in anymore. She tipped her head back and panting, tried not to moan.

Control. You need control.

Swallowing hard it took all of her will power to push him away.

"You're the one who started it. Mr. "Come-and-shoot-my-Arrows!"

She was flushed and red and Oliver's eyes were slowly slipping from her eyes to her the top of her shirt. She was breathing hard her chest moving up and down in a steady rhythm.

"If anyone was trying to anything it would be you seducing me."

She slipped a hand under his shirt and let her hands explore his abdomen and then raked her hands along his back, her eyes still trained on his.

Oliver couldn't take it. He groaned. Out loud.

Chloe grinned.

Bullseye.

***

His face buried in her hair Oliver grinned.

Got you right where I want you Sullivan.

Grabbing her right under her butt he hoisted ignoring her sudden squeal of surprise. He laid her down on the table, guiding her head with his hands. Judging by the look on her face she had clearly thought she had won. He grinned wolfishly, he couldn't help himself; he'd literally dreamed about this very situation. For some reason doing it on table in the middle of Watchtower really, really appealed to him.

"C'mon," he whispered repeating the word the exact same way he'd said it in the Watchtower the night she'd come home looking totally beaten.

Now it wasn't about who seduced whom or who was going to win their twisted game; it was about trust. He knew exactly why she was doing this. Why she wouldn't kiss him.

She doesn't trust me.

"C'mon."

She was still trying to hold on to the ounce of control she had left.

Fine.

He trailed a finger down her neck. As he reached the underside of her breasts he used his thumbs to outline the shape, increasing the pressure as he swept them once over her nipples.

She arched against him, her hips pushing up against his, biting her bottom lip to retain control.

His hands kept going though, pushing aside her clothes, down past her stomach, to walk the line of her panties for the second time that day.

Oh God.

Suddenly he stopped.

"C'mon Chloe," he whispered. His hands stayed where they were but his eyes were back on hers.

I won't hurt you.

***

Chloe stared at him for moment. His hands had stopped torturing her momentarily and she knew he would have kept going if he just wanted to win. This wasn't about submission anymore.

Oh screw control.

Tentatively she reached up placing her fingers on the back of his neck and nodded.

It took him less than a second for him to move his head down to kiss her, but to Chloe it felt like that one second dragged for at least a minute. It wasn't a crash; he didn't crush her with his lips. It was more like an explosion.

****

"Oh Wow… that was really… Wow."

Chloe grinned at him. She didn't bother to tell him that's exactly what she'd said the first time she'd met him. Smiling she rolled over to rest her head on his chest.

"Felt like we were gonna break the table," he said.

She laughed as he slid his hand down her back to stroke her spine lazily.

They just lay there for a moment letting the silence soak into the afterglow.

"Speaking of which you never really said…"

Swatting him wit her hand, she cut him off, "Oh my god. Fine. I was trying to seduce you. Happy now?"

He laughed and pulled her closer.

"To be perfectly honestwasn't planning on seducing you it just… happened. And then I got really good at it," She laughed.

He shook his head but as she looked up he was smiling.

"What?"

"Just appreciating your natural talent." He smiled and they both broke into soft laughter again. She could feel the vibration through is chest.

It felt wonderful.

AN: Ok so it's an abrupt ending but I have to go to sleep. That and it got a bit mushy forgive me but you'll just have to review instead

Also I will soon be starting on the Escape fic, I was waiting for the trailer. (Ps. HOW FANTASTIC WAS THAT? I will be working it into my fic) annnd I have recently discovered that Watchtower is an actual building in Vancouver. I drove by it the other day (I've seen it before I live here, but it in a part of downtown that I never really go to. SO I just sat there wondering why it looked so familiar and then it hit me. (Yep it took that long) Unfortunately its just a bank but still it hella cool that its an actual building and not something they just made up. I'm now on a hunt to find Ollie's Clocktower :)