Drabbles and Computer !#%#$%
Grrr…took FOREVER to get my computer, and there’s still a few matters I need to fix. However, I am trying to get a few creative juices flowing again, so here’s a drabble under the cut…
Glossy Red (Smallville, Bart Allen/Chloe Sullivan)
His eyes flicker so fast, she almost doesn't catch it. It's the first time since she's met him that his gaze has been immediately directed *above* her neck. He's staring at her lips. She won't blush. She absolutely won't. At all. Because she got that lipstick on purpose. She almost kicks herself for her own childishness. What was she thinking anyway? She knew that bright, glossy crimson color didn't really match any of her professional wardrobe. But she knew it was just the sort of thing that would garner his attention...and apparently, his appreciation too. As he zips around the base conversing with his fellow Justice Brothers, she feels that he never quite lets his view of her be blocked. His smile at her is a little different too. If he had hope before, he's got certainty now.
"Wow, Chloeliscious...for me?"
She denies it, of course--but the fact that he whispered it in here ear instead of blurting it aloud is not lost on her.
-e.n.d.-
And another little thing that only liquidengineer0 has seen until now…
Fallen Will (Batclan, Cass Cain/Killa ‘Nilla)
He's...He shouldn't be here. Doing this. With her. Especially not with her. She's...he doesn't even know her name, but he knows it's her. His main man, Robin, has had some crazy-psycho-stalker-killer chick on his tale for some time now. She's been wearing different masks, going by different names, but he knows it's her. He didn't get to be Robin's snitch for nothing.
Robin...would not be happy to know what he's doing right now. Wouldn't be happy to know what her lips are doing to him right now. Wouldn't be happy to know that it feels really good...Nope. Not happy at all.
He's almost too distracted to wonder why she's singled him out. Why him? Like Robin, she sees...things. Movements. Details. Lots of details. He's gotta be as clumsy as a three-legged pit-bull to her. He can fend for himself, but he's not like them. Not like the capes. Nothing like the capes.
He'd like to think that maybe that's why she's here. With him. Maybe she's tired of the tights-wearing crowd. But when she thinks he isn't looking, he sees her pull out a picture of Robin. She sometimes fingers a blade when she looks at it, and she always looks at it with this freaky mix of hating and wanting.
That's when he knows that this--whatever this is--is bigger than him. Always was. The great Killa 'Nilla never stood a chance.
-e.n.d.-
Glossy Red (Smallville, Bart Allen/Chloe Sullivan)
His eyes flicker so fast, she almost doesn't catch it. It's the first time since she's met him that his gaze has been immediately directed *above* her neck. He's staring at her lips. She won't blush. She absolutely won't. At all. Because she got that lipstick on purpose. She almost kicks herself for her own childishness. What was she thinking anyway? She knew that bright, glossy crimson color didn't really match any of her professional wardrobe. But she knew it was just the sort of thing that would garner his attention...and apparently, his appreciation too. As he zips around the base conversing with his fellow Justice Brothers, she feels that he never quite lets his view of her be blocked. His smile at her is a little different too. If he had hope before, he's got certainty now.
"Wow, Chloeliscious...for me?"
She denies it, of course--but the fact that he whispered it in here ear instead of blurting it aloud is not lost on her.
-e.n.d.-
And another little thing that only liquidengineer0 has seen until now…
Fallen Will (Batclan, Cass Cain/Killa ‘Nilla)
He's...He shouldn't be here. Doing this. With her. Especially not with her. She's...he doesn't even know her name, but he knows it's her. His main man, Robin, has had some crazy-psycho-stalker-killer chick on his tale for some time now. She's been wearing different masks, going by different names, but he knows it's her. He didn't get to be Robin's snitch for nothing.
Robin...would not be happy to know what he's doing right now. Wouldn't be happy to know what her lips are doing to him right now. Wouldn't be happy to know that it feels really good...Nope. Not happy at all.
He's almost too distracted to wonder why she's singled him out. Why him? Like Robin, she sees...things. Movements. Details. Lots of details. He's gotta be as clumsy as a three-legged pit-bull to her. He can fend for himself, but he's not like them. Not like the capes. Nothing like the capes.
He'd like to think that maybe that's why she's here. With him. Maybe she's tired of the tights-wearing crowd. But when she thinks he isn't looking, he sees her pull out a picture of Robin. She sometimes fingers a blade when she looks at it, and she always looks at it with this freaky mix of hating and wanting.
That's when he knows that this--whatever this is--is bigger than him. Always was. The great Killa 'Nilla never stood a chance.
-e.n.d.-