Smallville Fic: Joy (Tess/Chloe) [ABC's 10/26]
TITLE: Joy
AUTHOR: agirlnamedtruth
FANDOM: Smallville
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Tess/Chloe
GENRE: Femmeslash
TABLE: B ( can be found here)
PROMPT: 048 Joy (for lover100) and J is for...(for diteysblessings)
RATING: PG13
SUMMARY: What happens when the world doesn't end?
WARNINGS: Implied sex
NOTES: For my table at lover100 and for the ABCs challenge at diteysblessings
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.
It was becoming a habit for them, a disturbingly often reoccurrence. The world would be ending, life would be hanging in the balance and heroes might fall. That was their life. But more and more often for Chloe, it was waiting. Waiting to hear if her friends were dead and waiting to see if the world would still be there when she opened her eyes. Even more recently waiting with Tess, who claimed to have switched sides but wasn’t quite trusted to be allowed out on missions. So now she had someone else there to make her nervous, to watch her bite her nails while she glanced over at. To sidle up to her when things looked bad and grasp hold of her hand, squeezing so hard it left white marks. Then when things crucially turned round, when good triumphed, she had someone to share her joy with, to grab and pull towards her, to kiss and cling to until reality sank back in. Sometimes that was seconds after the kiss but most likely it wouldn’t be until they were led on the cold hard floor, surrounded by clothes and covered in sweat.
AUTHOR: agirlnamedtruth
FANDOM: Smallville
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Tess/Chloe
GENRE: Femmeslash
TABLE: B ( can be found here)
PROMPT: 048 Joy (for lover100) and J is for...(for diteysblessings)
RATING: PG13
SUMMARY: What happens when the world doesn't end?
WARNINGS: Implied sex
NOTES: For my table at lover100 and for the ABCs challenge at diteysblessings
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.
It was becoming a habit for them, a disturbingly often reoccurrence. The world would be ending, life would be hanging in the balance and heroes might fall. That was their life. But more and more often for Chloe, it was waiting. Waiting to hear if her friends were dead and waiting to see if the world would still be there when she opened her eyes. Even more recently waiting with Tess, who claimed to have switched sides but wasn’t quite trusted to be allowed out on missions. So now she had someone else there to make her nervous, to watch her bite her nails while she glanced over at. To sidle up to her when things looked bad and grasp hold of her hand, squeezing so hard it left white marks. Then when things crucially turned round, when good triumphed, she had someone to share her joy with, to grab and pull towards her, to kiss and cling to until reality sank back in. Sometimes that was seconds after the kiss but most likely it wouldn’t be until they were led on the cold hard floor, surrounded by clothes and covered in sweat.