Smallville Fic(let)/Drabble Meme + shameless TVD promotion
I am overcome with many of the feelings on the soon-coming end of my show, (Smallville). So to help myself (and maybe some of you) through this, I propose a.........
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Tess feels awkward. She’d say like a fish out of water but that’s a cliché - and not exactly the meaning she’s going for.
Because she’s been here, she’s felt this. If she lets herself, she can remember steaming spring nights out on the lake with Jimmy - or was it Johnny? No - no, Tim - a boy she met in AP bio at one of the four high schools she ended up attending between ages 15 and 17. Before she got her scholarship and got the hell out of Dodge. Tim with eyes the color of the sky at sunrise, dark blue and gold, a sense of humor that made her belly ache, and a pretty decent throwing arm. They’d sit out in his dad’s boat; an old skiff with the paint chipped off, and let the evening wallow around them, heavy and stifling with its heat. She’d paddle her feet in the water, pick at the reeds that poked out from the depths below, let them slash along her palm. Her stomach would tense and tremble in expectation while she waited for him to kiss her, or reach out and hold her hand. Or something. Too shy to make the first move herself.
It was a long time ago and the girl she was then - was completely different from who she is now. So sitting here, on Emil’s sofa with a beer sweating in her hand and a bowl of popcorn between them and a film (a comedy he picked out) - it feels odd. Like putting on a costume for a play you’ve forgotten all the lines for.
But, and she’s not sure she believes she’s admitting this, it also feels nice. Pleasant. Sweet. It’s been a while since she was able to place “sweet” in her life. She’s Tess Mercer. She doesn’t date (was that even the word?) men or women who're sweet.
But Emil, with his dark, knowing eyes hidden behind the glasses; the shy half-smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth when he found something funny; his ability to cut right through to the heart of things - of her even - with a single word, with all the precision of the surgical knives he was so used to handling. Emil is sweet. Less dorky than she might have imagined, funnier, smart - and sweet.
So she finds herself here now. Well-past the age when a grown woman should blush at the feel of a hand slipping around her shoulders, or hold her breath when a man whispers some amusing comment about some asinine movie in her ear, or bite her lip at the slow circle his fingers are making so casually on her left arm - and she’s doing all of those things. It’s absurd. Forget the fact that they spent a whole night in a casino pretending to be married and singing Elvis tunes, and that they've pretty much done everything there is to be done between two people already.
But that's the point of this 'date' apparently. She would've been fine with just jumping straight to sex and skipping all this. She can understand that kind of play, she knows how to maneuver, and come out on top. This, though, is a different game altogether.
She counts to ten slowly, her stomach muscles jumping slightly. He’s rambling about how the film is nothing but a rip-off of The Hangover or some other film. And without warning, she turns to face him and presses her lips to his. He grunts into her mouth, “Oof!” and she’s looking straight at him - his eyes are open wide in surprise.
She doesn’t stop kissing him, just tilts her head and deepens it, her tongue sliding out tentatively to run over his lower lip, the taste of salty popcorn and tart beer and him. She waits until his eyelids drift shut and closes her own, allows herself to sink into the sensation, the bowl of popcorn between them forgotten. The tingling in her belly spreads, warm and heavy through her body, languid and she moans.
This. This she could definitely get used to.
-fin-
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I really loved that you wrote from Tess' point of view because I could actually see her being nervous & out of sorts that way. I've always gotten the impression that her relationships for the most part were based on sex & power. While she did seem to have more with Oliver,he did end up cheating on her & I think that betrayal contributed to the type of relationships she has with men now. I actually wish we could see her in a healthy relationship on the show, but since that won't be happening, I'll pretend this is canon.
Again great job.
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Yay, I'm glad you like it. I think I always remember Tess' relationship philosophy as announced to Zod, and that's some of the most dysfunctional stuff I've ever heard. I could've gone darker with this and with her but I wanted it to be light and fluffy for this moment because I think with Emil, even if I don't think they're destined to be forever, it would be much lighter, more peaceful, and less about power struggles 24/7.
Thank you, and it's my canon post-Fortune. Who knows post-Kent what's going on in the poor woman's mind, sigh.
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This was wonderful.
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Yay, this pairing intrigues me, wish we could've gotten more of them but sometimes it works well because there's so much space to imagine. I'm glad it felt in-character and such :)
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Seriously, I love this. This is wonderful. It is just- It's so Tess. And I adore this pairing, so it just works out beautifully. EXCELLENT! :D
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