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

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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"Well," she glanced at him and shrugged a little, "he has a very... Clark way to go about things, but you know, he tries and whatever he is doing he honestly believes it's for the best of everyone involved."

"I know," he answered, shaking his head a little. "But he could be doing so much more. With his abilities? I mean, the crime in Metropolis could be nearly zero if he decided to do something about it." He frowned.

Chloe shrugged softly and nodded, "I know, but he is worried about the whole kryptonians thing and what you do as Arrow doesn't come easily for everyone, Oliver."

She didn't like making excuses for Clark and she saw Oliver's point, but she knew things weren't as easy on Clark as it seemed.

He fell silent at that, simply nodding and turning to stare out the windshield. He knew he had a tendency to be hard on Clark, and if anything, the truth was he envied Clark and his abilities. He could make more difference in one day than Oliver could make in a lifetime if he just put his mind to it.

Sighing softly, she shrugged a little, turning to look back at the road and falling silent as well. Maybe if the two of them weren't so stubborn and just helped each other instead of doing... whatever it was that they did, things would be easier on everyone.

He turned his head to look at her, watching her silently as she drove. A faint smile touched his lips at the slight frown that was on her face. It was almost a pout. And it was very cute.

After a while, she realized his eyes were on her and glanced at him, she wasn't sure how long he had been looking at her, she had been lost in thought for a while and shrugged a little, "what?"

"I just enjoy looking at you," he told her, smiling softly.

Frowning slightly, she looked at him, surprised not only by his words but also by the look on his face, "right..."

"You're a beautiful woman, Chloe. Guys looking at you shouldn't seem so strange," he informed her.

Chloe raised her eyebrows a little and smirked softly at him before looking back at the road, "who said it's strange?" She lied.

"The uncomfortable look on your face," he said quietly.

Making a face, she shook her head, "I'm not uncomfortable, just not used to people staring at me like that."

"Well, you should probably get used to it, Chloe," he told her with a grin. "Considering you've ordered me to show up in town once a week." His voice was light, teasing.

That made her smirk and she glanced at him, "when you come into town, you better not waste time with the staring, Oliver." She warned him teasingly.

He smirked at that. "Just while you recover, I promise." There was a hint of smugness in his tone.

Rolling her eyes, she shook her head, "recovering is for the weak, please keep it coming." She grinned brightly at her own horrible pun. She was her dad's daughter after all... not that she wanted to think about her dad while she had Oliver thoughts in her head.

He chuckled a little. "Cute. That's very punny." He smirked.

"Yeah, well, I'm a Sullivan." She shrugged, glancing at him.

He arched an eyebrow at that. "I pretty much knew that, Chloe."

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

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