Oneshot: the healing kiss (Smallville)
The healing kiss
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: g
Genre: prompt replie, AU
Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Davis
Any warnings: none.
Disclaimer: SV and its characters aren’t mine. I only write fan fiction.
A/N: Done for the sacred_20 community. Prompt was sin.
A/N2: It’s again high time that I write something fan fic-ish... and I still have somethings that I really need to do for the table... this is just a scene that I always wanted to do... I mean the whole hero kisses the sleeping maiden and saves her... giggles, so I tried to also write the theme of ‘Beauty and the Beast’ in there... I know it isn’t soooo special... but then again life isn’t always drama, it has silent, slow moments in between too.... this is Chloe’s and Davis’ slow and quiet moment in-between the drama...
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She loved watching him while he was sleeping. There was something extremely peaceful about the picture that was in front of her. Him sprawled on their bed... his arms sometimes searched for her, without even waking up. The man - her man - who was sometimes a beast, but didn’t really want to be; sins on his hands that were those of his father; all forgotten in this one moment when she watched him and he was asleep and not aware of anything.
She moved closer to him, and looked at his face. It was relaxed and his features looked soft. The worry-lines that were always evident whenever he looked at her, or when he thought about their future were gone when he slept.
Maybe he was dreaming of them, of a happy family that they wouldn’t really ever have, because he didn’t want his genes to be passed on to someone, cursing him for life and destroying any happiness that this future-child of their could have had. She wondered often enough what it was that made him so relaxed while sleeping, what dreams were making him this comfortable.
He didn’t ever snore or make a sound while he slept; instead lay there almost dead to the world. The only indication that he was alive was that his chest constantly moved up and down and that he occasionally moved his hand in search for her body. And sometimes when she watched him like this, she would bend down and place a soft kiss on his lips, hoping that this time her kiss would break the spell that was over the beast who didn’t want to be a beast.
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: g
Genre: prompt replie, AU
Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Davis
Any warnings: none.
Disclaimer: SV and its characters aren’t mine. I only write fan fiction.
A/N: Done for the sacred_20 community. Prompt was sin.
A/N2: It’s again high time that I write something fan fic-ish... and I still have somethings that I really need to do for the table... this is just a scene that I always wanted to do... I mean the whole hero kisses the sleeping maiden and saves her... giggles, so I tried to also write the theme of ‘Beauty and the Beast’ in there... I know it isn’t soooo special... but then again life isn’t always drama, it has silent, slow moments in between too.... this is Chloe’s and Davis’ slow and quiet moment in-between the drama...
::
She loved watching him while he was sleeping. There was something extremely peaceful about the picture that was in front of her. Him sprawled on their bed... his arms sometimes searched for her, without even waking up. The man - her man - who was sometimes a beast, but didn’t really want to be; sins on his hands that were those of his father; all forgotten in this one moment when she watched him and he was asleep and not aware of anything.
She moved closer to him, and looked at his face. It was relaxed and his features looked soft. The worry-lines that were always evident whenever he looked at her, or when he thought about their future were gone when he slept.
Maybe he was dreaming of them, of a happy family that they wouldn’t really ever have, because he didn’t want his genes to be passed on to someone, cursing him for life and destroying any happiness that this future-child of their could have had. She wondered often enough what it was that made him so relaxed while sleeping, what dreams were making him this comfortable.
He didn’t ever snore or make a sound while he slept; instead lay there almost dead to the world. The only indication that he was alive was that his chest constantly moved up and down and that he occasionally moved his hand in search for her body. And sometimes when she watched him like this, she would bend down and place a soft kiss on his lips, hoping that this time her kiss would break the spell that was over the beast who didn’t want to be a beast.