Preview--Talking in Your Sleep
Hello once again! I hope everyone's doing well. I wanted to take a moment to throw a couple of things out there.
First, I have to apologize. You're not going to like it. Harleen is going back on hiatus. I know. I'm sorry. Believe me when I say I feel bad about this. The fact of the matter is that I haven't written anything except that story in weeks, and when I do work on it, it's forced and contrived and just honestly? Not a lot of fun for me, which, no offense to you guys, is more or less the whole point.
The trouble is that my muse has actually abandoned me. As much as I'm trying to pretend a certain boy (%&$#@) hasn't affected me, he has, and I'm pretty sure it's mostly manifested in the writer's block I've been having. I still have all the ideas floating around in my head, but not the motivation to write any of them. Except one. But we'll get to that in a minute.
Second, I have been working on updating a few links on my Master Fic List, and more importantly, I finished transferring An Origin Story to this site. If you haven't already read it, please do! I love that story. And that's not just me blowing my own horn or anything, I actually really enjoy rereading it, and I really enjoyed writing it at the time. I'm trying to get myself back into that mode of thinking. Anyway, along with An Exceptional Young Woman, it's one of my most popular stories, and again, if you haven't read it but you like my writing, please do. Okay. Shameless plug over.
Third and finally, (and probably the reason you're reading this drivel) I am working on something new! Finally! Thank God! Inspiration! lol Seriously, you don't know how relieved I am that I actually sat down today and wrote for the first time in days, possibly weeks (when was the last chapter of Harleen? It feels so long ago.). I'm not ready to start posting full chapters quite yet, but I wanted to share a bit of what I'm working on with you! Below is a brief excerpt from the second chapter of the story, Talking in Your Sleep. Please let me know what you think; I need encouragement right now! :)
Thanks as always for all of the positive and constructive feedback you give me, and a special thanks to those who told me they would be interested in seeing a reboot of Identity Crises.
Love and Other Drugs,
BlueSuedeShoes
Author: BlueSuede
Title: Talking in Your Sleep
Rating: NC17--Preview rated G
Genre: Friendship/Romance
Pairings: Chloe/Oliver, Chloe/Green Arrow, Lois/Bruce, Lois/Clark
Summary: Intrepid reporter for the Daily Planet, Chloe Sullivan, has her heart stolen by the masked hero, Green Arrow, but can she be satisfied with not knowing his real identity?
Warnings: There will probably be some minor spoilers, particularly for Season 6. There will also be a ridiculously unnecessary amount of smut. You've been warned.
“Remember Bruce Wayne?” Chloe asked, as if it were remotely possible that Lois had forgotten the tall, dark, handsome billionaire who had swept her off her feet on his last visit to Metropolis.
Lois’s eyes widened. “Why?” she asked suspiciously.
“He’s here.”
“What?” her voice cracked, and at that particular moment, the man himself made his way into the bullpen, spotting Chloe and Lois and walking over to them, a confident grin on his face.
“Ladies,” he greeted, his eyes on Lois.
“Hi, Bruce,” Chloe said mildly, eyes also on Lois, whose entire face was turning red as she stammered something resembling a greeting.
“Hey, guys, have either of you seen--oh. Hi, Bruce,” Clark greeted, less-than-thrilled to see the other man blocking his chair when he looked up from the files he was sorting through. He pushed his glasses up his nose.
Bruce straightened up. “Clark,” he said, amusement in his tone as he offered his hand and Clark shook it grudgingly. “Good to see you. How’s life treating you?”
“Fine,” he said, his tone dry as he looked at the other man with something distinctly less than affection. “What are you doing here?”
“Business. Various things. Nothing for you to worry about,” he added in a meaningful tone. “And I’m taking Miss Lane out for lunch,” he added, grin returning.
Lois, who had recovered her wits, piped up at that. “Oh, are you?” she challenged.
“Well, that was the general idea. Chloe promised me that you were free,” he added, sending an appreciative glance to Chloe, who just smiled angelically.
“You what?” Clark deadpanned as Lois simultaneously asked the same question.
Chloe’s grin, if possible, broadened, still rocking her chair from side to side as she enjoyed herself immensely. “Bruce called me this morning to check if you were...free,” Chloe said simply, her tone implying the double meaning in the statement.
Lois and Clark’s mouths both fell open. Lois’s face was turning hopelessly red.
When she didn’t move at all, Chloe prompted her along, “She’s just about ready to get going, Bruce. Why don’t you let her grab her jacket and throw her purse together?”
Bruce grinned as well as Lois sprang into action. “Right. I’ll just...get my things together. But just so you know, Wayne, this doesn’t mean anything. You didn’t call. I could’ve just as easily had plans.”
Bruce just shoved his hands in his pockets easily, nothing daunted. “But that would’ve taken the fun out of the surprise.”
“And just so you know, I’ve been dating other men since you left,” Lois said as she slung her purse over her shoulder and brushed past him for the door. “Lots of them.”
“Mmhmm,” Bruce said, amused, following after her. “Bye, Chloe. Clark,” he added genially over his shoulder.
When they disappeared through the glass doors, Clark slumped defeatedly into his seat. “What’s he got that I don’t?”
Chloe cocked a brow at him. “You really want me to answer that?”
"Yes," he said grumpily.
"Gadgets," she said simply, stifling a smile and knowing he didn't really want to know.