FIC: Alone
Fic: Alone
Rating: PG-13
Pair: Chloe/Alicia
Summary: Chloe spends an awful lot of time in The Torch. What does she do in there?
Warning: NONE
Set in S4, AU, sexual implications
Written for Unconventional Use of Powers challenge in feminist_fandom.
Word Count: 357
Chloe arched her back sharply and bit back a cry as she pushed against her desk in The Torch. Deft fingers worked between her legs, and she bucked her hips against them. Her hair in disarray and her heart fluttering wildly as she tried not to make too much noise. It was this, this is what she had been missing for years. It was so good, and so sweet… Making her feel, making her happy.
The door handle clicked opened. Chloe turned her head in horror. Clark and Pete froze.
”We heard uh…” Clark asked as he threw the door wide open. Chloe quickly pulled her shirt together and turned away from them to zip up her jeans.
“I uh…” She fumbled.
Pete stood behind Clark and barked in laughter, slapping his hands together.
“Uh...” Clark moved his hands up and down, like he couldn’t decide what to do with them.
“Chloe’s just a workaholic! Maybe we should come back later.” Pete steered his large friend away, grinning at her with an approving expression. In other circumstances, Chloe would have taken a picture of Clark’s utterly shocked face. It was priceless. She could feel the blood rushing to her own face and waited for the boys to leave, mentally trying to decide how to thank Pete for locking the door. How embarrassing…
BAMF!!
Alicia’s lips curled into a sweet, mischievous smirk. She wrapped her arms around Chloe’s waist and rested her forehead against her girlfriend’s.
“You bitch! They thought I was in here masturbating!”
“How do you think Clark would have reacted if he’d really seen what we were up to?” Alicia asked in her small, playful voice. Chloe lifted her chin and pressed her lips against Alicia’s. Soft lips. Coated with cherry gloss and smirking.
“In awhile.” She kissed her again. “I want you to myself for now.”
“If we can find somewhere to be alone…”
“Just take me with you next time!”
Alicia giggled wickedly.
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Rating: PG-13
Pair: Chloe/Alicia
Summary: Chloe spends an awful lot of time in The Torch. What does she do in there?
Warning: NONE
Set in S4, AU, sexual implications
Written for Unconventional Use of Powers challenge in feminist_fandom.
Word Count: 357
Chloe arched her back sharply and bit back a cry as she pushed against her desk in The Torch. Deft fingers worked between her legs, and she bucked her hips against them. Her hair in disarray and her heart fluttering wildly as she tried not to make too much noise. It was this, this is what she had been missing for years. It was so good, and so sweet… Making her feel, making her happy.
The door handle clicked opened. Chloe turned her head in horror. Clark and Pete froze.
”We heard uh…” Clark asked as he threw the door wide open. Chloe quickly pulled her shirt together and turned away from them to zip up her jeans.
“I uh…” She fumbled.
Pete stood behind Clark and barked in laughter, slapping his hands together.
“Uh...” Clark moved his hands up and down, like he couldn’t decide what to do with them.
“Chloe’s just a workaholic! Maybe we should come back later.” Pete steered his large friend away, grinning at her with an approving expression. In other circumstances, Chloe would have taken a picture of Clark’s utterly shocked face. It was priceless. She could feel the blood rushing to her own face and waited for the boys to leave, mentally trying to decide how to thank Pete for locking the door. How embarrassing…
BAMF!!
Alicia’s lips curled into a sweet, mischievous smirk. She wrapped her arms around Chloe’s waist and rested her forehead against her girlfriend’s.
“You bitch! They thought I was in here masturbating!”
“How do you think Clark would have reacted if he’d really seen what we were up to?” Alicia asked in her small, playful voice. Chloe lifted her chin and pressed her lips against Alicia’s. Soft lips. Coated with cherry gloss and smirking.
“In awhile.” She kissed her again. “I want you to myself for now.”
“If we can find somewhere to be alone…”
“Just take me with you next time!”
Alicia giggled wickedly.
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