Drabble: Not so onenight-stand (Roswell/Smallville)
Not so onenight-stand
Fandom: Smallville, Roswell
Rating: G
Genre: drabble, humour, AU, crossover, romance
Characters/Pairings: Tess/AC
Any warnings: none.
Disclaimer: Smallville and Roswell and its characters are not mine. I only write fan fiction!
A/N: I wrote a little drabble about Tess and AC... I have to say that they are my favourite Smallville/Roswell pairing. They are cute together... and I believe that this is the kind of behaviour that AC would do... lol.
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She doesn’t really remember how she met him, only that she had the worse kind of hang over the morning after. That and that she couldn’t find her clothes anywhere.
He hadn’t been much of a help in finding them, instead of looking for them or at least trying to remember where he had thrown them to, he had just watched her search with a self-satisfied wolfish grin on his lips.
“Just enjoying the view...” he had commented; even bend his head a little to get a better view.
She hadn’t wanted to meet him again. She had wanted to stay as far away from him after that first night, but somehow things never turned out how you plan them. No surprise here.
And so after months of on and off dating she was finally at this one point in her life were she hoped that no one would try and take away her happiness. Happiness she found in his arms, in his life.
Happiness she knew was living on borrowed time. Because she learned the hard way that good things never last.
Fandom: Smallville, Roswell
Rating: G
Genre: drabble, humour, AU, crossover, romance
Characters/Pairings: Tess/AC
Any warnings: none.
Disclaimer: Smallville and Roswell and its characters are not mine. I only write fan fiction!
A/N: I wrote a little drabble about Tess and AC... I have to say that they are my favourite Smallville/Roswell pairing. They are cute together... and I believe that this is the kind of behaviour that AC would do... lol.
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She doesn’t really remember how she met him, only that she had the worse kind of hang over the morning after. That and that she couldn’t find her clothes anywhere.
He hadn’t been much of a help in finding them, instead of looking for them or at least trying to remember where he had thrown them to, he had just watched her search with a self-satisfied wolfish grin on his lips.
“Just enjoying the view...” he had commented; even bend his head a little to get a better view.
She hadn’t wanted to meet him again. She had wanted to stay as far away from him after that first night, but somehow things never turned out how you plan them. No surprise here.
And so after months of on and off dating she was finally at this one point in her life were she hoped that no one would try and take away her happiness. Happiness she found in his arms, in his life.
Happiness she knew was living on borrowed time. Because she learned the hard way that good things never last.