The Awkward Factor. With chloeas, and <lj site="livejournal.com"

[olliequeen]

Oliver didn't sleep well that night. Even after deciding to go patrolling for another couple of hours after Bart walked in on him and Chloe, he still wasn't quieted enough to rest. He tossed and turned, alternately staring at the digital clock on his bedside table, and staring at the ceiling.

More than once he'd contemplated just going across the hall to Chloe's room to talk out what had happened, or better yet, spend the night in her bed. But he'd resisted.

He knew they were going to have to at least try and explain things to Bart today. He didn't think the younger man would say anything, if for no other reason than because he was now terrified of Chloe.

A faint smile touched his lips as he thought about how hot she'd looked pissed off like that. He groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes and willing his brain to shut off. Especially when it came to thoughts like that.

By sunrise, he finally gave up on the notion of sleep and rose from his bed, showering just to help him keep his eyes open, and heading down the hall to make coffee.

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[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He grinned back at her, leaning back in the seat once more. "I really don't doubt it."

[chloeas.livejournal.com]

Leaning back against her seat, she smirked, "and since we wasted a night, I fully expect you to show me what you're talking about when we get back."

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

"Count on it." He grinned wickedly, laying his head back against the seat and yawning. "Although I may need to nap on the way back to Metropolis."