Okay I've only ever written stories about Naley (OTH) and one about Finchel (Glee) and I know I still have to other fics to complete but I've recently seen the last three seasons of Smallville (I know I'm a late bloomer) and I love the Chlollie relationship. It's honest and beautiful. Which is why I decided to write this one. Don't worry there'll only be a few chapter. Let me know what you think :)

Chapter 1

Oliver stared at the sleeping face beside him. Lifting his hand he gently stroked Chloe's cheek. God he loved her. He knew that they had promised to keep their relationship casual, with no strings attached. Their relationship had been going on for a few months now. Four months and twenty three days to be exact. He kept count. He knew that they never planned this to happen. It started that night when he was doing his target practice at the Watchtower. She had come over and had brought out the wine. She was lamenting on when was the last time she had any fun. Watchtower was her life. She didn't exactly have time for anything else.

That was when he told her to come to him so he could teach her how to use his bow and arrow. He had stood so close next to her, teaching her the correct way to hold the bow. His fingers brushed hers and it was like a jolt of electricity coursing through his whole body. He held his breath as she took her aim. How had he never noticed her before? She took her aim and let go of the arrow. It hit the mark perfectly. She turned to him in satisfaction. That was when his eyes met hers. She had the most wonderful smile on her face and her eyes sparkled. It was as if time had stopped for them. He lowered his head and kissed her softly. She stiffened in surprised but didn't pull away. Taking it as a sign of encouragement he pulled her closer to him and kissed her harder, nibbling at her lips until she parted them. The feeling when their tongues touched almost brought him to his knees. And when she moaned his name, he thought that it was going to be his undoing.

He stayed the night after that. How could he not? When he took her to bed it was the most humbling experience he ever had. Never had he been more gentle with a woman. And never had a woman been more giving. He swore when she reached her peak and screamed his name, he saw a tear rolling down her face. That was when he knew that he loved her. That he had loved her all this time without even realizing it. Sure there was Lois before but his relationship with Lois paled in comparison. That was purely sexual. But this, what he shared with Chloe was an emotional connection.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear, knowing that she probably didn't hear him since she was a heavy sleeper.

She mumbled something in her sleep, making him chuckle. He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. "I love you Chloe Sullivan," he repeated. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled.

"Hey you. Good morning," she said sleepily.

"Good morning," he said with a big smile. "Finally decided to wake up huh?"

"I can't help it. It's so…comfortable here," she said slyly. "Your bed is so much bigger than mine," she said playfully and snuggled into his chest. They had returned to his place at the Clocktower after dinner with the League at the Kent Farm and she had ended up staying the night. His mind returned to the night before when Lois and Clark had organized a dinner party. They had been working so hard the past few days that a night of celebration was exactly what they needed to let loose. Oliver remembered the times when he had held Chloe's hand and she deftly disentangled herself. He thought it was odd. He knew that the League knew that they were going out and her lack of display of affection disconcerted him.

And then there was the time when they were dancing. He had held her close and whispered in her ear, "wouldn't your boyfriend be upset that I'm dancing with you? I heard that he's some kind of a hero."

She gave a half smile as she said, "I wouldn't exactly call him my boyfriend." That had hurt him although he knew that he didn't have the right to be. But why did it feel like he was being stabbed in the heart? He had decided then that he was going to talk to Chloe about their relationship if it was the last thing he did.

Bringing his mind back to the present he slipped his hand under his pillow and brought out a box. "I errr…I have something for you," he said almost shyly and gave it to her nervously.

She looked at him curiously. "Ollie, what is this?" She took the blue box which was neatly tied up with a ribbon.

"It's just a gift," he said nonchalantly.

She stared the box while a thousand thoughts ran through her mind. This wasn't what she signed up for was one of them. "I don't need a gift Ollie," she said and place the box back in his hand. She gathered the sheets around her and got up. She picked up her clothes that were strewn on the floor and started to get dressed.

He groaned inward in frustration. This was tougher than he expected. "What do you need Chloe, huh?" he asked. He walked over to her and grabbed her arm. "What do you need?" he asked again. When she didn't answer he said, "Well you may not know what you need but I know what I need. I need more. I need you to acknowledge that we are a couple. I need you to tell me that you love me, just as much as I love you. I need you not to cringe whenever I hold your hand in public. I need you to want to kiss me anywhere, and not just when we're alone."

He could see tears forming in her eyes. It hurt him to see her like this but those words needed to be said. "Ollie, we agreed that this is supposed to be nothing more than…"

"Than what?" He was angry now. "Than a fling? What are we Chloe? Friends with benefits? Because to tell you the truth, I'm sick and tired of hiding my feelings anymore. Just a few minutes ago you were looking at the box like it was poison. It's just a gift Chloe and you can't even accept that." This time the tears flowed freely down her beautiful face. His voice cracked as he said, "I love you Chloe."

"I know," she said softly. "But I can't give you what you want. Why can't we do what we have always been doing?"

"Because at some point in my life I want to have a family, and I want to have that with you," he blurted out. The look of shock on her face mirrored his own. He never expected those words to come out of his mouth, but he couldn't deny the truth of his own words. He knew from the second that his fingers touched hers during the archery lesson that he could already imagine spending the rest of his life with her.

She pulled away from him and said, "I have to go." She saw that he was going to follow her. "Don't," was all she said and grabbed her bag. The next thing he knew was that she was running to the elevator as if her life depended on it.

"Chloe wait," he said desperately. This was not how he imagined the scene would play out. He thought that she would finally admit that her feelings for him matched his own for her. At that moment, all that he wished for was for the earth to swallow him whole.

Chloe took a deep breath as soon as the elevator door closed and leaned against the wall. What the hell just happened? This wasn't supposed to happen. Whatever happened to keeping thing simple and no strings attached? And now he's giving me gifts and telling me he loves me? This is getting so confusing.

She needed to get out of the building and clear her head. As soon as she was outside she took a deep breath and exhaled. I need coffee. She headed straight to The Talon, threw her bag on the couch and brewed a pot of coffee. While waiting she paced the room. Oliver's words kept ringing in her ears and there was nothing she could do to shut them out.

Well you may not know what you need but I know what I need. I need more. I need you to acknowledge that we are a couple. I need you to tell me that you love me, just as much as I love you. I need you not to cringe whenever I hold your hand in public. I need you to want to kiss me anywhere, and not just when we're alone.

She was scared, that much was true. She was scared that if she bared her feelings in the open everything would start to crumble down like a house of cards. What she and Oliver had was special, there was no denying that but she didn't want anything to ruin their relationship and admitting they were a couple was one step towards destroying what they shared. Did she love him? Of course she did. With all her heart but she wasn't ready to say it out loud. She knew that her lack of public display of affection hurt him but she had to protect herself and her heart too. She breathed a sigh of relief when the coffee machine made a clicking sound, indicating that it was ready. She poured herself a mug and started sipping, grateful for the hot bitter taste. She closed her eyes, wishing that the day would rewind itself, knowing that it was a ridiculous wish.

Suddenly the sound of her phone beeping brought her back to reality. She saw the name flashing on the screen and her heart pounded. It was Oliver. She toyed between to answer it and to ignore it but then again it could be important.

"Hello?" she said nervously.

"Hey Chloe. I um...Clark called. We need to assemble at the Watchtower in ten minutes. Something came up," he said in a steady voice. But she knew him better. It was an act to appear strong when he was hurting inside. She cringed at the thought that she had done that to him.

"Oh ok, I'll meet you there. And Ollie..." She didn't get to finish her sentence. He had hung up. Fine. If that's how you want to play this game.

Chloe could feel his gaze on her back the entire time she was listening to Clark. It made her skin tingle. She took a deep breath when he came over and stood next to her.

"Chloe could you make it so Oliver can access our database from New York?" Clark asked suddenly. Oliver had been assigned to New York to hack into a factory's database to track what they suspected to be Lex's operation to produce kryptonite based weapons.

She shook her head as if to remind herself where she was. "Yeah sure, gimme a few seconds." She tapped the keys on her keyboard and worked furiously, biting her lips in concentration, something that Oliver noticed and made him smile. He loved seeing her like that. Focused. It was one of the things he loved about her and what had brought him back from his spiral downwards last year, at a time when he felt there was nothing for him to live for. She had been intent in showing him that the world needed him and more importantly, she needed his friendship.

"Done. I've done one better," she said and picked up the device which was connected to her computer and gave it to Oliver. She didn't miss the intent look Oliver was giving her and it made her heart skip a beat. She kept a steady voice and said firmly, "I've downloaded the whole database into this device which also works as communicator so you will have contact the entire time with me at the Watchtower."

"Nice work Sidekick."

"Thanks. Now your plane leaves in half an hour. I've got your suit and your bow and arrow plus the new titanium arrow that I've been working on with Emil packed in your bag. The map to the factory is also downloaded in your communicator. If there's any problem let me know and I'll walk you through it."

"What would I do without you?" Oliver said with a smile.

"You'll be fine with or without me," she answered flatly, to which Oliver frowned. Like hell I will.

Clark obviously missing the subtle meaning of their exchange said, "okay I'm gonna go and meet John Jones at the precinct and update him on the status. Let me know when you've placed the tracking device on their computers. Be safe Oliver." And with that he dashed, making a mess out of the papers that were stacked on Chloe's table.

"Dammit Clark! Every single time!," she grumbled and bent down to pick them up. She met Oliver's face under the table. He was obviously trying to help her. "Shouldn't you be going too?"

"Yeah, I should," he said and stood up. He rummaged his fingers through his blonde hair. "But before I go Chloe, we need to talk."

She stood up to face him. "Can this wait until you get back?"

He wasn't going to let her off the hook that easy. He grabbed her arm and with one hand tilted her face so she could look at him. "What are you afraid of Chloe? Huh? That us might actually work? Why is that so horrible?"

"Why are you so intent on labeling us? What we have now works just fine from where I'm standing," she said angrily.

"Do you love me Chloe?"

"Ollie you know I do."

"Then why won't you say it? Come on say it. Tell me that you love me. Say 'Ollie I love you.'"

She turned away from him. "Why are you doing this?" She took a few steps back, putting a little distance between them.

"You can't even say," he said with a mirthless laugh. He pursed his lips together and made a move towards her.

"I'm going to New York in ten minutes. Something could go wrong and I might never see you again and you can't even tell me that you love me."

"You're being dramatic. Nothing's gonna happen to you."

"That is not the point Chloe!" he yelled in frustration. He saw that she was not going to budge. "Fine, I'll go. But this is not over. We're gonna talk about this when I come back tomorrow whether you like it or not. But before I go remember this."

Before she could react he had swooped down and kissed her hard on the lips, cradling her head in his hand and pulling her close. It was a kiss like no other, one filled with passion and love that he felt for her. He caressed her lips tenderly making them part and the moment they did, he searched for hers. Their tongues dueled, both lost in the passion of that one kiss. When he finally pulled away they were both gasping for air. He rested his forehead on hers and wrapped his arms around her.

"Remember that I love you. Remember that we fit together. Remember that when we kiss nothing else in this world matters. Remember that when we make love I pour all my heart and soul into you. Remember that whenever we're apart, you are the one thing that is constant in my mind. Remember that." He didn't wait for her to respond. She was too shocked to say anything anyway.

He grabbed his back and with one last look at her, strode purposefully to the elevator and left.