Night Shift (NC-17)
Title: Night Shift
Author: The Satyr Icon
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: A pairing between Chloe and Andrea, Icon-style
Warnings: Warning: EXTREME, Highly Sexual content
Spoilers: Completely non-Icon AU; its Icon AU-AU.
Short Summary: Chloe waits for no one, not anymore.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters--if I did, you'd be very happy!....
Word Count: 1229
Dedication: To Tabby!
1.
It was late.
Chloe looked at the time on her comp and the hours not only slipped by, but they slipped by again. She could have set up a date night, but why waste the time and the money and worse, lead a some boy (high school)...or some guy (now) on? She knew what THAT felt like, in a way, having crushed on Clark for so fucking long.
Crushed? Chloe thought...I am still crushing. I wear low-cut blouses for him, and he is so damn noble he doesn't even peek at my chest. It's Satyrday night and I wait for him. Crushed? I am pulverized by him. I want him. And he doesn't even notice that.
"Another late night?"
Chloe's head popped up away from her screen. Andrea. She was just as new to the Planet as Chloe was, and probably stayed just as late.
"Yeah...just meeting a deadline," Chloe said with her trademark bright smile. "And my friend might meet me."
"Oh," Andrea said, now at her desk. "Your boyfriend certainly makes you wait."
"Clark is not my boyfriend," The blond said, smile gone, words spoken maybe too pointedly, maybe too bitterly. She rubbed her brow for no reason.
"He doesn't know what he's missing," the brunette said.
“What's keeping you here?” Chloe asked, and thought what Andrea said was kind of her to say.
"Just waiting.” She stepped back. “Pretty blouse," she added and gave Chloe a little grin while she turned and walked away.
Chloe sat back and watched Andrea disappear; she noticed her....why couldn't he?
2.
It was later, and still no Clark.
Chloe went down to the lounge for a mug of Daily Planet Blend. She didn't bother to turn on the light; the lounge was her second work area. She poured the coffee, mixed the usual 8 sugars in and swallowed. The need for caffeine made her forgot that the DP Blend was crap, and the taste made her erratically shake her hands. "Icky," she said, and shuddered.
"Wow," Andrea said, in the darkness, on the couch. "That coffee made me gag."
“Wa?” Chloe spun around. Andrea flicked on the lamp and Chloe looked at her; Andrea was mousy to Chloe's expressiveness in the wardrobe department, but Chloe saw what Andrea hid under layers of coast, sweaters or blazers: a full chest, and for the first time Chloe noticed the sheerness of her stockings, the metal in the stiletto. Chloe appreciated the fashion.
"Taste mine, it's good." Andrea offered her venti Starbucks and Chloe smiled and sipped.
"It is good."
"Still no mister man?" Andrea asked and sat back. Chloe saw the hem of her skirt rise higher on her thigh.
"No. No calls, either."
"That's too bad." Andrea took off her glasses and rubbed where the frame sat on her nose.
"Looks like where in the same boat." Chloe sat by Andrea.
"It's OK....I don't need a man in the boat to get my boat moving."
"Really?" Chloe stopped, mid-sip.
"Yes." Andrea leaned in and looked at her co-worker. "You probably don't need one either."
"Maybe," Chloe smiled; she was flattered. And she was, in all honesty...interested. Its been ages since she was touched by someone else (only hours since she touched herself) and well...Andrea was attractive. Andrea was smart. Andrea was driven. Andrea was not Clark. She was here. She noticed her. Andrea...Chloe watched her turn off the light.
3.
Andrea leaned in more, and Chloe took in a breath, and their lips met. It was tender, what Chloe wanted in a kiss, in a first kiss. The blond dipped her head, and her co-worker smiled and took the lead, and scooted closer and held her own head higher. Andrea's hands unbuttoned Chloe's blazer, and helped her shrug off the coat, and Chloe felt new hands on her breasts, new hands holding and cradling them. "Yes," she mewed, "More...please..." and Andrea nodded. Inhibitions, like the mug of coffee, were set aside.
Chloe's blouse was off and she watched Andrea kiss over each bra cup, on the warm skin of her breasts. A snap was unclipped and Chloe arched her back, feeling her nipples being sucked on for the first time. She held Andrea's head, breathing hard now, watching Andrea play with the hard pink points. Andrea's tongue and teeth and hands moved back and forth on Chloe's chest, her fingers plucking, teeth biting, tongue licking. Chloe smiled big, her head back, happy, finally.
Then she felt Andrea's hands pushing her thighs open. "Please? I been dying to do this...to you."
Chloe quickly hiked up her skirt. No one had ever said that to her; she was the one always thinking it. About Clark. But Andrea was pulling...no... yanking down her silky black panties, shoving her thighs open, pulling her closer. It was Andrea, not Clark.
Chloe let loose a little squeal when she felt the kisses Andrea placed on her pussy. Only one other person saw and felt her there, Jimmy. Chloe lost her virginity to Jimmy (still wanting it to have been Clark), and hadn't had sex since then, holding out for the Big Dumb Alien. Chloe giggled, feeling Andrea's nose in her wispy hairs.
Then the giggles became moans; Andrea's tongue slid between Chloe's puffy swollen lips, and found the teen's clitoris. The older woman slowly teased it, brushing it, swiping it, making Chloe want more, making Chloe say...
"More..."
Chloe knew what it took to get her off; years of touching herself under the sheets, years of Clark, and Chloe knew just what made her cum.
Andrea pulled back, chin glistening in the little light that was in the room. "Tongue? or...more?" She wiggled her fingers.
"Yes" Chloe gasped. She didn't care that her thighs were open wide. "Fingers. Tongue....Ohmygod."
2 fingers went in as deep as they could, but Chloe was so tight. Andrea loved how wet she could get this girl, but adored that Chloe just tightened around her probing fingers.
"Its been a while, huh?" Andrea whispered.
"Like forever," Chloe panted.
"It doesn't have to be like that," Andrea said and wickedly rubbed that oily mound in Chloe's pussy. The teen wiggled her ass, moving to what her...co-worker? friend? lover? was doing in her.
"No?"
"No, baby...it doesn't..." Andrea moved her fingers in a slow rhythm, rubbing that sweet spot, her other hand rubbing Chloe's nubby clit. "You don't have to wait....I will be there."
The word "Baby". The feelings pulsating from her pussy, her nipples, her mind. The words "I'll be there." Chloe wanted that so badly. And she was finally getting them. Andrea was the One. And she could give back the same to someone worthy, to Andrea.
4.
It was the longest and hardest orgasm Chloe Sullivan ever had.
It was also the best.
Andrea smiled, watching Chloe tremor on the couch. She licked her fingers, and liked how the girl tasted and smelled.
Chloe leaned up after getting her bearings and held Andrea close, kissed her...thanked her.
“What now, Baby?” Andrea purred.
"Take me home," Chloe whispered.
“Mine?”
Chloe nodded. In more ways than one, she thought while they got dressed.
“What about your friend?” Andrea asked while they left the Planet, hand in hand.
"No more waiting around here. For both of us."
The End.
The Satyr Icon
Author: The Satyr Icon
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: A pairing between Chloe and Andrea, Icon-style
Warnings: Warning: EXTREME, Highly Sexual content
Spoilers: Completely non-Icon AU; its Icon AU-AU.
Short Summary: Chloe waits for no one, not anymore.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters--if I did, you'd be very happy!....
Word Count: 1229
Dedication: To Tabby!
1.
It was late.
Chloe looked at the time on her comp and the hours not only slipped by, but they slipped by again. She could have set up a date night, but why waste the time and the money and worse, lead a some boy (high school)...or some guy (now) on? She knew what THAT felt like, in a way, having crushed on Clark for so fucking long.
Crushed? Chloe thought...I am still crushing. I wear low-cut blouses for him, and he is so damn noble he doesn't even peek at my chest. It's Satyrday night and I wait for him. Crushed? I am pulverized by him. I want him. And he doesn't even notice that.
"Another late night?"
Chloe's head popped up away from her screen. Andrea. She was just as new to the Planet as Chloe was, and probably stayed just as late.
"Yeah...just meeting a deadline," Chloe said with her trademark bright smile. "And my friend might meet me."
"Oh," Andrea said, now at her desk. "Your boyfriend certainly makes you wait."
"Clark is not my boyfriend," The blond said, smile gone, words spoken maybe too pointedly, maybe too bitterly. She rubbed her brow for no reason.
"He doesn't know what he's missing," the brunette said.
“What's keeping you here?” Chloe asked, and thought what Andrea said was kind of her to say.
"Just waiting.” She stepped back. “Pretty blouse," she added and gave Chloe a little grin while she turned and walked away.
Chloe sat back and watched Andrea disappear; she noticed her....why couldn't he?
2.
It was later, and still no Clark.
Chloe went down to the lounge for a mug of Daily Planet Blend. She didn't bother to turn on the light; the lounge was her second work area. She poured the coffee, mixed the usual 8 sugars in and swallowed. The need for caffeine made her forgot that the DP Blend was crap, and the taste made her erratically shake her hands. "Icky," she said, and shuddered.
"Wow," Andrea said, in the darkness, on the couch. "That coffee made me gag."
“Wa?” Chloe spun around. Andrea flicked on the lamp and Chloe looked at her; Andrea was mousy to Chloe's expressiveness in the wardrobe department, but Chloe saw what Andrea hid under layers of coast, sweaters or blazers: a full chest, and for the first time Chloe noticed the sheerness of her stockings, the metal in the stiletto. Chloe appreciated the fashion.
"Taste mine, it's good." Andrea offered her venti Starbucks and Chloe smiled and sipped.
"It is good."
"Still no mister man?" Andrea asked and sat back. Chloe saw the hem of her skirt rise higher on her thigh.
"No. No calls, either."
"That's too bad." Andrea took off her glasses and rubbed where the frame sat on her nose.
"Looks like where in the same boat." Chloe sat by Andrea.
"It's OK....I don't need a man in the boat to get my boat moving."
"Really?" Chloe stopped, mid-sip.
"Yes." Andrea leaned in and looked at her co-worker. "You probably don't need one either."
"Maybe," Chloe smiled; she was flattered. And she was, in all honesty...interested. Its been ages since she was touched by someone else (only hours since she touched herself) and well...Andrea was attractive. Andrea was smart. Andrea was driven. Andrea was not Clark. She was here. She noticed her. Andrea...Chloe watched her turn off the light.
3.
Andrea leaned in more, and Chloe took in a breath, and their lips met. It was tender, what Chloe wanted in a kiss, in a first kiss. The blond dipped her head, and her co-worker smiled and took the lead, and scooted closer and held her own head higher. Andrea's hands unbuttoned Chloe's blazer, and helped her shrug off the coat, and Chloe felt new hands on her breasts, new hands holding and cradling them. "Yes," she mewed, "More...please..." and Andrea nodded. Inhibitions, like the mug of coffee, were set aside.
Chloe's blouse was off and she watched Andrea kiss over each bra cup, on the warm skin of her breasts. A snap was unclipped and Chloe arched her back, feeling her nipples being sucked on for the first time. She held Andrea's head, breathing hard now, watching Andrea play with the hard pink points. Andrea's tongue and teeth and hands moved back and forth on Chloe's chest, her fingers plucking, teeth biting, tongue licking. Chloe smiled big, her head back, happy, finally.
Then she felt Andrea's hands pushing her thighs open. "Please? I been dying to do this...to you."
Chloe quickly hiked up her skirt. No one had ever said that to her; she was the one always thinking it. About Clark. But Andrea was pulling...no... yanking down her silky black panties, shoving her thighs open, pulling her closer. It was Andrea, not Clark.
Chloe let loose a little squeal when she felt the kisses Andrea placed on her pussy. Only one other person saw and felt her there, Jimmy. Chloe lost her virginity to Jimmy (still wanting it to have been Clark), and hadn't had sex since then, holding out for the Big Dumb Alien. Chloe giggled, feeling Andrea's nose in her wispy hairs.
Then the giggles became moans; Andrea's tongue slid between Chloe's puffy swollen lips, and found the teen's clitoris. The older woman slowly teased it, brushing it, swiping it, making Chloe want more, making Chloe say...
"More..."
Chloe knew what it took to get her off; years of touching herself under the sheets, years of Clark, and Chloe knew just what made her cum.
Andrea pulled back, chin glistening in the little light that was in the room. "Tongue? or...more?" She wiggled her fingers.
"Yes" Chloe gasped. She didn't care that her thighs were open wide. "Fingers. Tongue....Ohmygod."
2 fingers went in as deep as they could, but Chloe was so tight. Andrea loved how wet she could get this girl, but adored that Chloe just tightened around her probing fingers.
"Its been a while, huh?" Andrea whispered.
"Like forever," Chloe panted.
"It doesn't have to be like that," Andrea said and wickedly rubbed that oily mound in Chloe's pussy. The teen wiggled her ass, moving to what her...co-worker? friend? lover? was doing in her.
"No?"
"No, baby...it doesn't..." Andrea moved her fingers in a slow rhythm, rubbing that sweet spot, her other hand rubbing Chloe's nubby clit. "You don't have to wait....I will be there."
The word "Baby". The feelings pulsating from her pussy, her nipples, her mind. The words "I'll be there." Chloe wanted that so badly. And she was finally getting them. Andrea was the One. And she could give back the same to someone worthy, to Andrea.
4.
It was the longest and hardest orgasm Chloe Sullivan ever had.
It was also the best.
Andrea smiled, watching Chloe tremor on the couch. She licked her fingers, and liked how the girl tasted and smelled.
Chloe leaned up after getting her bearings and held Andrea close, kissed her...thanked her.
“What now, Baby?” Andrea purred.
"Take me home," Chloe whispered.
“Mine?”
Chloe nodded. In more ways than one, she thought while they got dressed.
“What about your friend?” Andrea asked while they left the Planet, hand in hand.
"No more waiting around here. For both of us."
The End.
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