FIC: Everything I Need
A mini-bunny I wrote at work. Mostly I'm stalling for a larger fic that I've promised, but not until I've worked on other WiPs. So here's a short.
Title: Everything I Need
Pairing: Chlark (no rly this tiem!)
Summary: Clark needs some attention.
Warnings: Futurefic. HET OMG SAVE US and mpreg
Word Count: 610
A low grumbling noise came from the den, causing Chloe to turn from where she was working on her computer with a frown. She quickly excused herself from her conversation with Barbara, and stood, tucking a long tress of blond hair behind her ear as she left her office to explore.
The source of the noise wasn't too hard to find, and she smiled, guardedly at the sight before her. Clark was in the large, blue stuffed chair that they'd gotten with a matching ottoman, his legs up and his laptop set in his lap, as though he had been intending to do some work while he watched television. Clark had been awfully bored, lately.
The problem was he couldn't see the screen of his laptop. The rise of his burgeoning, round belly blocked his view quite aptly, and Clark was glaring at the mound covered in dusty blue fabric with such intensity that a giggle escaped Chloe's lips before she could stop it. The reward was what she had come to call the "Superpout."
Chloe sighed, giving him a sympathetic look and going in the other room to get a few things. She returned with three pillows and a cooling pad for the laptop. Fetching the laptop from Clark's thighs, she plugged in the cooling pad. Then she took two of the pillows and lifted up Clark's swollen feet gently. He'd been put on bed rest lately, so they weren't as bad as they had been. Still, it couldn't feel good for him. Finally, she set the other pillow on Clark's thighs and put the laptop on the pillows.
Clark grinned up at her, once he saw that the screen now cleared his belly. Chloe laughed again, more lightly this time and sat on one of the large arms of the chair. She reached down and touched his wedding ring, which he had on a chain around his neck because it didn't fit his puffy hands right now.
"Anything else I can get you?" she asked.
Their eyes met as he looked up at her, cheeks flushed rosily, and he moved one hand to hold hers. "No, I'm good."
With a thousand-watt smile to match his own, Chloe slipped down beside him in the chair, surprised there was any room. It was snug, but not unpleasant, and Chloe curled around her big pregnant alien, petting circles on the belly that securely held their twins. Whatever Lex Luthor's weapon had been emitting seven months ago-they knew it was some form of Kryptonite-had make Clark's body shift into a very fertile stage, his current immense girth being the result.
Although the JLA had been forced to scramble in order to cover Clark's duties, Chloe couldn't say she was unhappy with the result. She'd figured she would never have the time or patience to settle down and have some children. Both of her careers, as an investigative reporter and a superhero, required so much of her time and energy that she could never see it happening, though.
Wouldn't it have killed Lex to realize he'd done them a favor?
With a lift of her chin, Chloe met Clark's lips and felt the foot of one of the twins pushing against her palm. Clark had so long been her protector; she had struggled to ensure that she always had her independence and wasn't a bumbling hindrance to him, but now, she felt as though she were able to repay him in spades, looking after him until their children were ready to meet the world, watching over him, and making sure her still very handsome and sweet husband had everything he needed.
Title: Everything I Need
Pairing: Chlark (no rly this tiem!)
Summary: Clark needs some attention.
Warnings: Futurefic. HET OMG SAVE US and mpreg
Word Count: 610
A low grumbling noise came from the den, causing Chloe to turn from where she was working on her computer with a frown. She quickly excused herself from her conversation with Barbara, and stood, tucking a long tress of blond hair behind her ear as she left her office to explore.
The source of the noise wasn't too hard to find, and she smiled, guardedly at the sight before her. Clark was in the large, blue stuffed chair that they'd gotten with a matching ottoman, his legs up and his laptop set in his lap, as though he had been intending to do some work while he watched television. Clark had been awfully bored, lately.
The problem was he couldn't see the screen of his laptop. The rise of his burgeoning, round belly blocked his view quite aptly, and Clark was glaring at the mound covered in dusty blue fabric with such intensity that a giggle escaped Chloe's lips before she could stop it. The reward was what she had come to call the "Superpout."
Chloe sighed, giving him a sympathetic look and going in the other room to get a few things. She returned with three pillows and a cooling pad for the laptop. Fetching the laptop from Clark's thighs, she plugged in the cooling pad. Then she took two of the pillows and lifted up Clark's swollen feet gently. He'd been put on bed rest lately, so they weren't as bad as they had been. Still, it couldn't feel good for him. Finally, she set the other pillow on Clark's thighs and put the laptop on the pillows.
Clark grinned up at her, once he saw that the screen now cleared his belly. Chloe laughed again, more lightly this time and sat on one of the large arms of the chair. She reached down and touched his wedding ring, which he had on a chain around his neck because it didn't fit his puffy hands right now.
"Anything else I can get you?" she asked.
Their eyes met as he looked up at her, cheeks flushed rosily, and he moved one hand to hold hers. "No, I'm good."
With a thousand-watt smile to match his own, Chloe slipped down beside him in the chair, surprised there was any room. It was snug, but not unpleasant, and Chloe curled around her big pregnant alien, petting circles on the belly that securely held their twins. Whatever Lex Luthor's weapon had been emitting seven months ago-they knew it was some form of Kryptonite-had make Clark's body shift into a very fertile stage, his current immense girth being the result.
Although the JLA had been forced to scramble in order to cover Clark's duties, Chloe couldn't say she was unhappy with the result. She'd figured she would never have the time or patience to settle down and have some children. Both of her careers, as an investigative reporter and a superhero, required so much of her time and energy that she could never see it happening, though.
Wouldn't it have killed Lex to realize he'd done them a favor?
With a lift of her chin, Chloe met Clark's lips and felt the foot of one of the twins pushing against her palm. Clark had so long been her protector; she had struggled to ensure that she always had her independence and wasn't a bumbling hindrance to him, but now, she felt as though she were able to repay him in spades, looking after him until their children were ready to meet the world, watching over him, and making sure her still very handsome and sweet husband had everything he needed.