Scars are Souvenirs We Never Lose. With chloeas.

[olliequeen]

Oliver stood on the rooftop of the clocktower, looking out over the city with more than a small amount of frustration.

Emil had given him the go ahead to resume 'regular duties' earlier that day, but unfortunately 'regular duties' did not, apparently, include dressing in green leather and taking down bad guys.

It had been nearly three weeks since the incident with Doomsday, and to say he'd been feeling restless was an understatement. It was beyond restless now.

Now he was just starting to feel useless.

And Oliver Queen did not enjoy feeling useless.

Heaving a sigh, he leaned heavily on the ledge, an unhappy expression on his face.

(Rated NC-17 later in the thread)

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[chloeas.livejournal.com]

With a moan, she held on to him, feeling him move slowly inside of her, she wrapped her legs and arms around him, eyes on his.

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

It was a different position for them, but it was an incredibly intimate one. He kept his eyes locked on hers as they moved together slowly. One of his hands crept up and tangled in her hair, his other on her hip to help guide her.

[chloeas.livejournal.com]

She ran a hand over his back, taking a deep breath and leaning her forehead against his so she could be as close to him as possible and still look at him.

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

It took him a moment to realize--because of their movement--that their breathing was in sync. He cupped her cheek and kissed her softly, slowly, not rushing, despite his body telling him to do just that. It wasn't what he wanted. This wasn't just about sex, it was about making love. Reconnecting after what had seemed like an eternity.

[chloeas.livejournal.com]

She kissed him back, matching the rhythm of her hips to their kiss, shifting her arms and wrapping them under his and lower around his back as she pulled him to her so his chest was pressed against her breasts as closely as it could be.

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He moaned softly, trailing his fingers down her spine and pausing at her lower back to pull her even closer. The physical contact was something Oliver had always enjoyed, but it wasn't until he'd made love to Chloe the first time that he'd realized how much better it was to be with someone he cared for so much.

Whom he cared for more than anyone.