*smishes flist*
Whee! I has internets! Hopefully it'll stay that way for awhile. I've missed you guys bunches! *smishsmishsmish*
Okay you peeps who loves me, point me the way to the Tommy droolage and the Chlarky prons I've missed in my exile!! Quit looking at me like that. Like anyone is surprised I want pics of teh pretty one and dirty Chlark action. sheesh.
Speaking of Chlarky prons...
Greedy Fly
Chloe closed her eyes and struggled to remember how to breathe.
It never really was a question of if this day would come, only just a matter of when.
She had absently glanced up, to give him a smile in greeting, and hadn’t been prepared for the rush of heavy heat that threatened to overwhelm her.
Her fingers tingled as they stumbled on the keyboard of her souped-up little laptop and Chloe had to force them to speed back up, typing blindly as her mind raced frantically.
Clark. God. Clark.
Clark was on red kryptonite.
Again.
And right now it didn’t matter if his exposure was inadvertent or deliberate because...
Because as much as she thought she had been, she just hadn’t been prepared for the sudden bite of razor-bladed need that skipped sadistically across every cell of her body, hadn’t been prepared for the vibrating warmth that spread in jagged, languid pulses that constricted her throat with adrenaline and desire.
Clark. God. Clark.
Her heart pounded furiously in her chest and Chloe trembled as that constricting adrenaline and desire warred within her traitorous body.
Chloe risked another glance his way and had to bite at her lip to keep a small moan from escaping.
It was so unfair. So totally and so completely and so fucking unfair.
He was some wicked fantasy come to life staring at her with flashing eyes and a smirk tugging at that sinfully lush mouth of his as he leaned carelessly, insolently, against the doorframe of the Talon apartment.
Chloe couldn’t suppress the shiver than ran up her spine and closed her eyes against that tempting flash of crimson; the last time Clark was buzzing on the effects of red kryptonite he had let her, and a roomful of other people, know the score on their ‘friendship’.
But that was then and this was now and…
And now they weren’t in a roomful of other people.
They were alone.
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