"A Change For The Better" AndChlo NC-17 Fic
Title: A Change For The Better
Author: The Satyr Icon
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: A pairing between Chloe and Andrea, Icon-style
Warnings: EXTREME, Highly Sexual content
Spoilers: Completely non-Icon AU; its Icon AU-AU.
Short Summary: Chloe always had fashion sense...
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters--if I did, you'd be very happy!....
Word Count: 1539
1.
The Daily Planet Bullpen was usually a chaotic mess, but it was a slow news day; slow enough that Chloe Sullivan went out and bought some gifts for her....friend? Girlfriend? She loathed to think that Andrea Rojas was just a fuck buddy, but ... while Chloe was walking towards Andrea's desk with a bag full of gifts, there was some doubt in her head about they shared. The few secret dates they shared recently escalated into sweaty sex before either could figure out what was really happening. Their relationship consisted of some investigative work. Or orgasms. Chloe hoped she was more than being a fuck buddy. It was like having the sex without the depth of friendship she had with Clark, her non-fuck buddy. 'Can't I ever get a break?' She thought, turned a corner and went to Andrea's desk.
"Hey, Rubia." Andrea didn't even look up from her paperwork; Chloe smiled. "I can hear your heels, smell your perfume..." Rojas said and looked over at her friend. "I'm sorry my head was down." She whispered,"I like seeing you come."
"Shh!" Chloe's green eyes went wide; one of the guys walked past her. She grinned at Rojas, though.
Andrea winked. "What's in the bag?"
"Oh...hey..." Chloe sort of fidgeted; she always got a bit shy when she offered something to someone. She was more used to being asked to do something, and when she offered something....she was afraid that it wouldn't be enough. 'Fucking Clark,' she thought and couldn't help but giggle. Yes, he was the cause of the glitch in her system, and yes, fucking him may have solved it. But he wouldn't, no matter how she had offered.
"What's so funny?" Andrea leaned back and adjusted her glasses.
"Nothing. I picked something up for you earlier," The blonde said and simply handed over the bag.
"You're blushing, Rubia," Andrea said and slowly opened the bag. Her hand went into it and she moved around the contents. "For... me?"
Chloe nodded. "For when...," she looked around to see if the coast was clear and the hall was empty. But she still whispered. "...You patrol."
"You're such a cute lil' chica." Andrea swung her long legs, the chair pivoted, and she got up and went around the desk to Chloe...but there was a several seconds of awkwardness between them. Hug? Smile? Shake hands?
"Gracias!" Andrea felt lame to just say thanks.
"I'm ...glad you like it," Chloe smiled. It was the same fake smile she used when she got thanks and not a kiss, or a hug, or something she didn't get from Clark. 'Now Andrea,' She frowned internally, but smiled brightly.
The taller woman leaned into the shorter girl and whispered. "Come with me to My place. I want you to see it after I put it on. Ok?" Chloe nodded. "I'll meet you at your desk in an hour, then, chica."
It was the longest hour ever for the bundle of energy called Chloe Sullivan.
2.
A $20 dollar cab ride took the two women to Andrea's apartment. Rojas guided Chloe in, shut the door and she went into her bedroom. She looked back at the girl in the doorway. "You can watch, mija," Andrea said, voice a little slow, a little husky. "Watch me undress...and dress up again."
"Can I help?"
"Si."
Chloe felt a trickle of wetness seep from within her. She went, sat on the bed, and watched Andrea....watched her slide off her overcoat, giggling with her when Andrea let it fall to the floor, watched her unzip and and step out of her calf high boots. Next came the skirt, pulled around and undone, sliding off her hips, down to her ankles. Chloe sighed; Andrea wore lacy grey panties, cut high at the top. The sigh turned to a moan when Andrea turned; it was a asscheek-cleaving thong. Chloe barely registered that Andrea slipped off the sweater and bra.
Andrea turned, revealing her breasts to Chloe while she undid the ponytail and shook her hair loose; Chloe smiled at the sight of the two medium sized globes, tipped with dark nipples and areolas. The three scars on her chest from the heart transplant were not fiberous, and were pinker than her skin. Neither woman minded them. "What should I get first? Pants or top?" She looked at Chloe.
"I...thought I was going to help more than that," Chloe whispered.
Andrea walked up to her. "The pants look skin tight, chica. I don't think I can wear these undies," She smiled, and snapped the elastic on the band. Chloe smiled, reached, and tugged them down. Andrea's scent was obvious, and from where: her cunt was glistening. "I...still...need a hand, Rubia," she whispered, and Chloe complied, her fingernails raking up the length of Rojas' legs, causing goose-pimples to rise. Suddenly, Chloe grabbed Andrea's hips, and tossed her on the bed. Andrea yelped.
Rojas' thighs parted at the brush of Chloe's hands, but the younger woman leaned back not forward. "Stay open for Me, Chiquita," Chloe said, showing off some Spanish, sliding off the bed, staying in Andrea's sight, reached for her pumps, and slipped them off. Andrea nodded, hands on her thighs, looking over, watching her amor undress. Chloe rushed to get back to her, not returning the show; She yanked down the skirt, pulled off her blouse (two buttons snapped off) and her bra went flying one way, her cotton undies the other. Andrea loved Chloe's body; curves and softness, wispy brown hairs below and pink nipples up top, more than handful on her chest, and behind her. Chloe smiled, and Andrea loved that even more.
The Rubia climbed on the bed, and laid on the bed, close to The Angel's open thighs. A fingernail split the wet lips, and Andrea shuddered. Two fingers slid in the sticky wetness, and just when Andrea arched her back, the fingers slid into her cunt, and Chloe's mouth found the fleshy lips, sucking at the top, suckling at Andrea's clitoris.
"Mas," Andrea gasped, two fingers became three, and they plunged in and out, were twisted, and were turned. Chloe sucked at Andrea hard, fucked Andrea harder, and she felt the wet inner walls clenching at her fingers. La Chica's free hand slid up and felt for Andrea's breast, and Chloe captured La Chiquita's nipple between her thumb and foreger, and she pulled, making Andrea screetch with pleasure. When Chloe heard that high-pitched squeal, she rammed her pinky in, and she rubbed her fingers, curling them back and forth inside her lover.
Chloe was in charge, for the first time really, and she had four fingers grinding into Andrea's tight cunt and had her tongue play with the nubby clit. "MIJA........AIIIIIIIIIIIII," Andrea cried out...and the rest was moans. It was too much for the older woman and her body convulsed, cumming hard, cumming for Chloe.
3.
"Ai Dios," Andrea sighed on her side, finally, after shivering for a couple of minutes. "I can't belive how....rough you were, chica."
The younger woman licked her hand clean and smacked her freshly fucked friend on the ass. "Now," Chloe said. "Try on the clothes."
"But...don't you...don't you want to cum, baby?" Andrea was still focusing, so she wasn't sure if Chloe made sense.
"I will....with you wearing that outfit," La Rubia smiled. "You in that....Mmm."
Andrea smiled, surprised by Chloe's assertiveness. "Can I rest a bit more? You have more energy."
"A couple minutes," Chloe said and cuddled up.
"Gracias."
Exactly two minutes later, Chloe nudged Andrea, and the brunette slid from the blonde's arms and dressed. The black outfit, pants and top, was specially made, strong, lightweight yet durable material to withstand what could come the Angel of Vengeance's way. "I love it," Andrea said, turning, slipping the eye mask on, and struck a pose.
"Thank you," Chloe smiled.
"I...love you," Andrea whispered. "You...are so nice...so thoughtful. I love being with you."
Chloe's eyes misted up. "Really?"
"Si...really."
"I love you too." Chloe held out a hand and Andrea reached. But, sirens, police sirens blared out in the streets.
"Can't I EVER get a fucking break?" Chloe yelled and the two looked at each other. "Go," Chloe said and got up. "I totally understand." She kissed Andrea.
The Angel of Vengeance stepped back and watched Chloe gather up some of the clothes. "What are you doing?"
"I....was going to go," Chloe stammered. "I thought...."
Andrea walked to her bedroom window, opened it, and put her leg through the opening. "I have been thinking about that. Stay tonight."
Chloe dropped her clothes. "Tonight? All night?"
Andrea climbed onto the fire-escape and hunched. "Actually, longer if you want. I want you to stay...with me." Chloe could only nod.
"Get into bed, Chica, watch some cable, and I'll be home soon, ok?" Andrea asked.
"Ok," Chloe whispered. Andrea closed the window and Chloe watched her Angel fly away. La Rubia nestled in her new bed, relaxed, in love with someone who loved her back FINALLY, and she smiled brightly, knowing her Angel would come back... to her.
The Satyr Icon
Author: The Satyr Icon
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: A pairing between Chloe and Andrea, Icon-style
Warnings: EXTREME, Highly Sexual content
Spoilers: Completely non-Icon AU; its Icon AU-AU.
Short Summary: Chloe always had fashion sense...
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters--if I did, you'd be very happy!....
Word Count: 1539
1.
The Daily Planet Bullpen was usually a chaotic mess, but it was a slow news day; slow enough that Chloe Sullivan went out and bought some gifts for her....friend? Girlfriend? She loathed to think that Andrea Rojas was just a fuck buddy, but ... while Chloe was walking towards Andrea's desk with a bag full of gifts, there was some doubt in her head about they shared. The few secret dates they shared recently escalated into sweaty sex before either could figure out what was really happening. Their relationship consisted of some investigative work. Or orgasms. Chloe hoped she was more than being a fuck buddy. It was like having the sex without the depth of friendship she had with Clark, her non-fuck buddy. 'Can't I ever get a break?' She thought, turned a corner and went to Andrea's desk.
"Hey, Rubia." Andrea didn't even look up from her paperwork; Chloe smiled. "I can hear your heels, smell your perfume..." Rojas said and looked over at her friend. "I'm sorry my head was down." She whispered,"I like seeing you come."
"Shh!" Chloe's green eyes went wide; one of the guys walked past her. She grinned at Rojas, though.
Andrea winked. "What's in the bag?"
"Oh...hey..." Chloe sort of fidgeted; she always got a bit shy when she offered something to someone. She was more used to being asked to do something, and when she offered something....she was afraid that it wouldn't be enough. 'Fucking Clark,' she thought and couldn't help but giggle. Yes, he was the cause of the glitch in her system, and yes, fucking him may have solved it. But he wouldn't, no matter how she had offered.
"What's so funny?" Andrea leaned back and adjusted her glasses.
"Nothing. I picked something up for you earlier," The blonde said and simply handed over the bag.
"You're blushing, Rubia," Andrea said and slowly opened the bag. Her hand went into it and she moved around the contents. "For... me?"
Chloe nodded. "For when...," she looked around to see if the coast was clear and the hall was empty. But she still whispered. "...You patrol."
"You're such a cute lil' chica." Andrea swung her long legs, the chair pivoted, and she got up and went around the desk to Chloe...but there was a several seconds of awkwardness between them. Hug? Smile? Shake hands?
"Gracias!" Andrea felt lame to just say thanks.
"I'm ...glad you like it," Chloe smiled. It was the same fake smile she used when she got thanks and not a kiss, or a hug, or something she didn't get from Clark. 'Now Andrea,' She frowned internally, but smiled brightly.
The taller woman leaned into the shorter girl and whispered. "Come with me to My place. I want you to see it after I put it on. Ok?" Chloe nodded. "I'll meet you at your desk in an hour, then, chica."
It was the longest hour ever for the bundle of energy called Chloe Sullivan.
2.
A $20 dollar cab ride took the two women to Andrea's apartment. Rojas guided Chloe in, shut the door and she went into her bedroom. She looked back at the girl in the doorway. "You can watch, mija," Andrea said, voice a little slow, a little husky. "Watch me undress...and dress up again."
"Can I help?"
"Si."
Chloe felt a trickle of wetness seep from within her. She went, sat on the bed, and watched Andrea....watched her slide off her overcoat, giggling with her when Andrea let it fall to the floor, watched her unzip and and step out of her calf high boots. Next came the skirt, pulled around and undone, sliding off her hips, down to her ankles. Chloe sighed; Andrea wore lacy grey panties, cut high at the top. The sigh turned to a moan when Andrea turned; it was a asscheek-cleaving thong. Chloe barely registered that Andrea slipped off the sweater and bra.
Andrea turned, revealing her breasts to Chloe while she undid the ponytail and shook her hair loose; Chloe smiled at the sight of the two medium sized globes, tipped with dark nipples and areolas. The three scars on her chest from the heart transplant were not fiberous, and were pinker than her skin. Neither woman minded them. "What should I get first? Pants or top?" She looked at Chloe.
"I...thought I was going to help more than that," Chloe whispered.
Andrea walked up to her. "The pants look skin tight, chica. I don't think I can wear these undies," She smiled, and snapped the elastic on the band. Chloe smiled, reached, and tugged them down. Andrea's scent was obvious, and from where: her cunt was glistening. "I...still...need a hand, Rubia," she whispered, and Chloe complied, her fingernails raking up the length of Rojas' legs, causing goose-pimples to rise. Suddenly, Chloe grabbed Andrea's hips, and tossed her on the bed. Andrea yelped.
Rojas' thighs parted at the brush of Chloe's hands, but the younger woman leaned back not forward. "Stay open for Me, Chiquita," Chloe said, showing off some Spanish, sliding off the bed, staying in Andrea's sight, reached for her pumps, and slipped them off. Andrea nodded, hands on her thighs, looking over, watching her amor undress. Chloe rushed to get back to her, not returning the show; She yanked down the skirt, pulled off her blouse (two buttons snapped off) and her bra went flying one way, her cotton undies the other. Andrea loved Chloe's body; curves and softness, wispy brown hairs below and pink nipples up top, more than handful on her chest, and behind her. Chloe smiled, and Andrea loved that even more.
The Rubia climbed on the bed, and laid on the bed, close to The Angel's open thighs. A fingernail split the wet lips, and Andrea shuddered. Two fingers slid in the sticky wetness, and just when Andrea arched her back, the fingers slid into her cunt, and Chloe's mouth found the fleshy lips, sucking at the top, suckling at Andrea's clitoris.
"Mas," Andrea gasped, two fingers became three, and they plunged in and out, were twisted, and were turned. Chloe sucked at Andrea hard, fucked Andrea harder, and she felt the wet inner walls clenching at her fingers. La Chica's free hand slid up and felt for Andrea's breast, and Chloe captured La Chiquita's nipple between her thumb and foreger, and she pulled, making Andrea screetch with pleasure. When Chloe heard that high-pitched squeal, she rammed her pinky in, and she rubbed her fingers, curling them back and forth inside her lover.
Chloe was in charge, for the first time really, and she had four fingers grinding into Andrea's tight cunt and had her tongue play with the nubby clit. "MIJA........AIIIIIIIIIIIII," Andrea cried out...and the rest was moans. It was too much for the older woman and her body convulsed, cumming hard, cumming for Chloe.
3.
"Ai Dios," Andrea sighed on her side, finally, after shivering for a couple of minutes. "I can't belive how....rough you were, chica."
The younger woman licked her hand clean and smacked her freshly fucked friend on the ass. "Now," Chloe said. "Try on the clothes."
"But...don't you...don't you want to cum, baby?" Andrea was still focusing, so she wasn't sure if Chloe made sense.
"I will....with you wearing that outfit," La Rubia smiled. "You in that....Mmm."
Andrea smiled, surprised by Chloe's assertiveness. "Can I rest a bit more? You have more energy."
"A couple minutes," Chloe said and cuddled up.
"Gracias."
Exactly two minutes later, Chloe nudged Andrea, and the brunette slid from the blonde's arms and dressed. The black outfit, pants and top, was specially made, strong, lightweight yet durable material to withstand what could come the Angel of Vengeance's way. "I love it," Andrea said, turning, slipping the eye mask on, and struck a pose.
"Thank you," Chloe smiled.
"I...love you," Andrea whispered. "You...are so nice...so thoughtful. I love being with you."
Chloe's eyes misted up. "Really?"
"Si...really."
"I love you too." Chloe held out a hand and Andrea reached. But, sirens, police sirens blared out in the streets.
"Can't I EVER get a fucking break?" Chloe yelled and the two looked at each other. "Go," Chloe said and got up. "I totally understand." She kissed Andrea.
The Angel of Vengeance stepped back and watched Chloe gather up some of the clothes. "What are you doing?"
"I....was going to go," Chloe stammered. "I thought...."
Andrea walked to her bedroom window, opened it, and put her leg through the opening. "I have been thinking about that. Stay tonight."
Chloe dropped her clothes. "Tonight? All night?"
Andrea climbed onto the fire-escape and hunched. "Actually, longer if you want. I want you to stay...with me." Chloe could only nod.
"Get into bed, Chica, watch some cable, and I'll be home soon, ok?" Andrea asked.
"Ok," Chloe whispered. Andrea closed the window and Chloe watched her Angel fly away. La Rubia nestled in her new bed, relaxed, in love with someone who loved her back FINALLY, and she smiled brightly, knowing her Angel would come back... to her.
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