...And Someone Kisses Back (Chloe/Jason Teague)
...And Someone Kisses Back
by Tracy (lunarknightz)
Rating: PG
Category: Chason- Chloe/Jason
Spoilers : "Spirit"
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No-Thing. And what I do own is in storage.
Summary: Sometimes, you want to be wanted.
“When was the last time you were decently kissed?”
“Huh?” Chloe turned and looked him. “What?”
“It’s just a question, Sullivan.” Jason Teague replied, with a lopsided smile. “Just answer it.”
“I don’t understand why you even want to know.” She blushed slightly. This was insane, completely and utterly insane. She’d never imagined that she’d be spending the night of Senior Prom in a field, staring up at the sky with the son of the second wealthiest man in Metropolis. But here she was- dressed to kill with a crown on her head, on the hood of Jason Teague’s car.
She’d come out of the prom, sick and tired of watching Clark and Lana drool over one another, and Jason had pulled up in his car. “You want to get out of here, Sullivan?”
They’d gotten to know each other through Lana- so they weren’t exactly strangers, though calling them friends would be pushing it. Chloe liked him enough to nod and slide in the passenger’s side.
He parked in the middle of a field, after years of living here, Chloe still couldn’t tell the difference between one field and another, like Clark or Lana could. They sat talking for hours- about everything under the sun- school, movies, politics, but they carefully skirted mentioning Lana or Clark.
“I’m curious.” Jason shrugs. “Maybe I want to be an investigative reporter.”
“Yeah, right.” Chloe giggled. “You don’t have the stamina.”
“Oh, I have stamina to spare.” He replied, raising an eyebrow. “Believe me.”
Chloe blushed once more and looked away. “I…I just don’t know if I can talk to you about this.”
“Look, it’s okay to shoot the shit, okay? Seriously. I’m beginning to think that you’re the sanest person in this crazy little town.”
“And how many experiences with the meteor rocks did that take you?”
“I have a thick skull. It takes a little while to sink in.” He said, leaning back against the windshield of the car. “So, Ms. Sullivan. Same question. When was the last time you were decently kissed? I mean, really, honestly good and kissed?”
“You really want to know?” She wrinkled her nose.
“Well, yeah.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Well, then I want to know even more.”
Chloe took a deep breath. “Remember when the cheerleaders made that electric kool-aid?”
“The one that caused me to go all psycho on Clark?” He growled. “Man, I could use some of that stuff now so I could kick his ass.”
“That would be the one. After drinking it, I decided that it would be a good idea to you know, surprise him. And so I waited in his loft, wearing his football jersey…” Chloe held back the fact that she was wearing only Clark’s jersey, and I pretty much assaulted him into making out.”
Jason stared at her for a second and let out a low whistle. “Damn.”
“I shouldn’t have told you.” Chloe muttered, growing flustered.
“I’m glad you did.” Jason said gently. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. And just so you know, Kent’s an idiot.”
“No, he’s not.”
“He’s dancing with another girl when he could be dancing with the prom queen. And that, in my book makes him a dumbass.”
Chloe looked up at him and smiled. “Thanks.”
“It’s true.” He nodded. “You want to know the sad thing? I supposedly still have a girlfriend, though I doubt that’ll be true for long, you know? And I can’t remember the last time I was really kissed…I can’t remember when Lana really, you know, kissed me back.”
“That sucks.”
“I should have seen it coming, you know, but I didn’t.”
“You never see the vortex of Clark and Lana doom, until you’re smack dab in the center of it. Trust me. I’ve got years of experience.” She shrugged.
“You know what else sucks?” Jason said after a moment of silence. “You don’t have a good story to tell.”
“I’m a writer. I have plenty of stories to tell!”
“Oh come on, when you have kids, say a daughter, and she asks you about her prom night as she’s getting dressed up to go with Billy next door, and she’ll ask you about your prom. And what are you going to tell her, that you spent prom moping around because of a couple of dumbasses?”
“Not in so many words!”
“Wouldn’t it be better,” Jason asked, moving closer to her, “If you could tell her that you spent prom night making out under the stars with a rich billionaire.”
“Probably.”
“Definitely.” He said, lowering his mouth to hers.
And he kissed her. He kissed the hell out of her, his mouth moving against hers in a frantic dance.
“See?” He said, pulling back slightly. “It’s much better when someone kisses back.”
“Yeah.” She said, leaning up and kissing him once more.
Kissing Jason was a heady experience- pure emotion and heat. Their kisses grew more and more frantic, and Chloe found herself pinned against the roof of the car, with Jason on top of her. This, oh this felt good. It felt damn good to be wanted, to feel someone kiss back instead of pulling her away. A handsome boy was kissing her- not because he was under the influence of anything, just because. And the fact that Jason was or had been Lana’s boyfriend made the whole experience just a little more surreal.
For once, if even for right now, someone was choosing her.
And it felt damn good.
This was just a momentary thing, and they both knew it. But one thing was certain, years from now, she would have one hell of a story to tell about prom night.
by Tracy (lunarknightz)
Rating: PG
Category: Chason- Chloe/Jason
Spoilers : "Spirit"
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No-Thing. And what I do own is in storage.
Summary: Sometimes, you want to be wanted.
“When was the last time you were decently kissed?”
“Huh?” Chloe turned and looked him. “What?”
“It’s just a question, Sullivan.” Jason Teague replied, with a lopsided smile. “Just answer it.”
“I don’t understand why you even want to know.” She blushed slightly. This was insane, completely and utterly insane. She’d never imagined that she’d be spending the night of Senior Prom in a field, staring up at the sky with the son of the second wealthiest man in Metropolis. But here she was- dressed to kill with a crown on her head, on the hood of Jason Teague’s car.
She’d come out of the prom, sick and tired of watching Clark and Lana drool over one another, and Jason had pulled up in his car. “You want to get out of here, Sullivan?”
They’d gotten to know each other through Lana- so they weren’t exactly strangers, though calling them friends would be pushing it. Chloe liked him enough to nod and slide in the passenger’s side.
He parked in the middle of a field, after years of living here, Chloe still couldn’t tell the difference between one field and another, like Clark or Lana could. They sat talking for hours- about everything under the sun- school, movies, politics, but they carefully skirted mentioning Lana or Clark.
“I’m curious.” Jason shrugs. “Maybe I want to be an investigative reporter.”
“Yeah, right.” Chloe giggled. “You don’t have the stamina.”
“Oh, I have stamina to spare.” He replied, raising an eyebrow. “Believe me.”
Chloe blushed once more and looked away. “I…I just don’t know if I can talk to you about this.”
“Look, it’s okay to shoot the shit, okay? Seriously. I’m beginning to think that you’re the sanest person in this crazy little town.”
“And how many experiences with the meteor rocks did that take you?”
“I have a thick skull. It takes a little while to sink in.” He said, leaning back against the windshield of the car. “So, Ms. Sullivan. Same question. When was the last time you were decently kissed? I mean, really, honestly good and kissed?”
“You really want to know?” She wrinkled her nose.
“Well, yeah.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Well, then I want to know even more.”
Chloe took a deep breath. “Remember when the cheerleaders made that electric kool-aid?”
“The one that caused me to go all psycho on Clark?” He growled. “Man, I could use some of that stuff now so I could kick his ass.”
“That would be the one. After drinking it, I decided that it would be a good idea to you know, surprise him. And so I waited in his loft, wearing his football jersey…” Chloe held back the fact that she was wearing only Clark’s jersey, and I pretty much assaulted him into making out.”
Jason stared at her for a second and let out a low whistle. “Damn.”
“I shouldn’t have told you.” Chloe muttered, growing flustered.
“I’m glad you did.” Jason said gently. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. And just so you know, Kent’s an idiot.”
“No, he’s not.”
“He’s dancing with another girl when he could be dancing with the prom queen. And that, in my book makes him a dumbass.”
Chloe looked up at him and smiled. “Thanks.”
“It’s true.” He nodded. “You want to know the sad thing? I supposedly still have a girlfriend, though I doubt that’ll be true for long, you know? And I can’t remember the last time I was really kissed…I can’t remember when Lana really, you know, kissed me back.”
“That sucks.”
“I should have seen it coming, you know, but I didn’t.”
“You never see the vortex of Clark and Lana doom, until you’re smack dab in the center of it. Trust me. I’ve got years of experience.” She shrugged.
“You know what else sucks?” Jason said after a moment of silence. “You don’t have a good story to tell.”
“I’m a writer. I have plenty of stories to tell!”
“Oh come on, when you have kids, say a daughter, and she asks you about her prom night as she’s getting dressed up to go with Billy next door, and she’ll ask you about your prom. And what are you going to tell her, that you spent prom moping around because of a couple of dumbasses?”
“Not in so many words!”
“Wouldn’t it be better,” Jason asked, moving closer to her, “If you could tell her that you spent prom night making out under the stars with a rich billionaire.”
“Probably.”
“Definitely.” He said, lowering his mouth to hers.
And he kissed her. He kissed the hell out of her, his mouth moving against hers in a frantic dance.
“See?” He said, pulling back slightly. “It’s much better when someone kisses back.”
“Yeah.” She said, leaning up and kissing him once more.
Kissing Jason was a heady experience- pure emotion and heat. Their kisses grew more and more frantic, and Chloe found herself pinned against the roof of the car, with Jason on top of her. This, oh this felt good. It felt damn good to be wanted, to feel someone kiss back instead of pulling her away. A handsome boy was kissing her- not because he was under the influence of anything, just because. And the fact that Jason was or had been Lana’s boyfriend made the whole experience just a little more surreal.
For once, if even for right now, someone was choosing her.
And it felt damn good.
This was just a momentary thing, and they both knew it. But one thing was certain, years from now, she would have one hell of a story to tell about prom night.