Title: Sparkage (1/?)
Author: elgatoneun
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chloe/Whitney
Summary: A Chloe and Whitney interlude
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, at all.
Spoilers: Everything up to Kinetic
Feedback: Would be appreciated
Notes: This fic starts out a little into the future, summer time at what would be the end of the first season. I would like to make this a series that flashes back and forth between the present show timeline and summer hiatus time to show how they get together. Please let me know if you think I should continue.
It was one of those lazy summer days … a perfect lemonade day. Cool, sunny, sweet and tangy all at once. Mm, she was so comfortable. All days should be like this. She was stretched out, lying under the leafy shade of a large oak tree. Her back was propped up against a long, lean body. Her head resting perfectly against a smooth, muscular chest with which she was very familiar. Long athletic legs propped up on either side of her as she lounged in the vee between them.
She tossed her reading material to the side and closed her eyes. She could drift off to sleep right here, perfectly content with life, with everything.
She felt a slight brush against her cheek. Still keeping her eyes closed, she brushed at it with the back of her right hand. Damn flies. Then she felt another ticklish sensation ride along the bridge of her nose. Her eyes opened to focus on a stalk of golden wheat being brandished playfully by a large callused hand. She swatted at it.
"Don't do that," she mumbled grumpily. She heard the low chuckle of laughter emanating from her tormentor.
"Now, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you slack off on doing your assignment?" a hint of laughter still evident in the masculine voice.
"You'd be a great one. Perfect in all aspects, now leave me alone," she burrowed a little more into her human pillow.
"Well, yes, I am perfect. I'm so glad you recognize that. I love smart women. That's why I decided to go out with you, you know." She grinned, he's so impossible and conceited sometimes. And so cute.
"Mm hm," sometimes it was best just to play along with indecipherable murmurs.
"But, I'm sorry, what would your editor say? His young protégé procrastinating, wasting valuable time? I insist you finish proofreading that section."
"It's just the classifieds, I'll do it later. Let me go to sleep." Her eyelids drifted down again. This time she felt the spiky soft tip of wheat trail deliciously down her left arm. She reached over and smacked the offending hand hard. She smiled when she heard him yelp.
"You are a mean woman, Chloe Sullivan," said her chastened boyfriend in an aggrieved tone.
"Well, that's because some doofus won't let me get my naptime in."
"But I don't want you to sleep, I want you to be awake," he whined slightly.
Chloe could imagine the pout on his face. He was such a little boy sometimes. It would be annoying if it weren't also so endearing. She's such a sucker.
"Well, then why don't you make it worth my while to stay awake?" She turned her body so that she faced him. She was still amazed sometimes at how much he meant to her. She loved his deep-set blue eyes. She poked a finger at the cleft in his chin and brushed a lock of sandy hair off his forehead. He smiled impishly and made a move to bite her finger. She snatched her hand away unscathed.
"What can I say? I like the way you taste." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Chloe laughed. She would never have imagined Whitney Fordman to be such a clown. He was a far cry from the morose, intense jock of a few months ago.
She gazed contemplatively at his full lower lip. She moved forward and licked at the seam between Whitney's lips with the tip of her tongue. He immediately opened his mouth to capture hers in a kiss. She teasingly moved out of reach. Whitney grunted.
"Like I said before, you are a mean, mean woman, Chloe Sullivan." She giggled again.
Whitney pounced. Suddenly, Chloe was trapped in a warm embrace, strong arms holding her close. She felt Whitney nuzzling the side of her neck with the tip of his nose.
"Whitney, now how is this supposed to help me get my work done?" she asked in a mock severe tone. His only response was to nip her lightly on the sensitive tendon of her neck. She shivered. Chloe could feel his smile against her skin. He was so smug sometimes.
Her momentary pique immediately dissipated when she felt a warm tongue flicker against her pulse points.
"See, I figure I can work out an incentive program for you," he murmured along her throat. His voice was husky and low, full of sensual promise. Chloe's whole body felt flushed and tingly.
He spoke while he pressed butterfly kisses that started at her collarbone and trailed upwards.
"Every time (kiss) you (kiss) finish (kiss) a page (kiss), I'll (kiss) reward you (kiss) like (kiss) this (kiss)," he finished with a gentle bite to her earlobe. Chloe's heart was beating just a tad faster than before.
"Why should I work when you're, um, already rewarding me?" Chloe had just enough control left over her brain to be irritated at her breathless, reedy reply.
"That was just a sample – okay, I can see that you're going to be tough to convince." Whitney heaved an exaggerated sigh. He gently turned her face and tilted her chin up with his forefinger. He moved his head towards hers, slowly. He kept moving until his lips were a hair's breadth from hers and paused. He separated his lips slightly and blew softly on hers. The caress of air on her lips was gentle but filled her with the overwhelming need to have his lips on hers. God, Whitney was the biggest tease on the planet! Chloe was just about to grab Whitney by the ears when … finally … the kiss.
His mouth moved firmly over hers; tenderly coaxing her lips to part. He slipped his tongue into her mouth. Her brain melted away. Pleasure filled her body and overrode all mental capability. She was focused solely on the physical connection between her and Whitney.
He pulled away reluctantly. They were both panting, drawing in deep rasping breaths, recovering from euphoric sensory overload partially generated by oxygen deprivation.
"So … you better start … editing, Miss Sullivan," Whitney got out between breaths.
"No, I want more kisses," Chloe pouted. She poked her lower lip out a little more for effect. She could see the physical effort on Whitney's part to stand firm against her coy manipulation.
"Chloe, you know you have to do this. It's going to drive you crazy if you don't finish it before the party tonight, and then you won't be able to have any fun because you'll be worrying about it all night." Whitney concluded reasonably. Damnit, he was right. It was aggravating and sweet to see how well he knew her.
"Okay, slave driver," she scowled. He was right – but she didn't have to like it.
Whitney leaned back against the tree and pulled her gently back against him, resuming their original position. As Chloe turned, she made sure to dig her elbow into his stomach a little.
She heard an "oomph" followed by what sounded like "mean" muttered behind her. She grinned. Served him right for getting her all hot and flustered.
She reached for the papers she had thrown aside earlier and began reading. God, how many hay and feed places were there in this town? And no one needed that many kittens. If she had to read about one more twenty-year old tractor in mint condition, she would have to scream. Not for the first she wondered why she didn't take Lex Luthor up on this offer for an internship at the Inquisitor this summer. Okay, she knew, and the reason was lying right underneath her, she really was a sap. Mm, but a happy sap.
Who would have thought, Chloe Sullivan and Whitney Fordman? Definitely one for the Wall of Weird. She thought back to the first time she and Whitney talked, really talked … and had to laugh. Nope, never in a million years.
"What's so funny?"
"Hm, oh, I was just thinking about that time in the hospital, when I broke my arm."
"Yeah? Physical injury's always been a laugh riot for me, too." Ah, sarcasm, who knew Whitney had such a talent for it? Chloe's inordinately pleased, it was definitely one of the things she appreciated. Verbal sparkage, oh, and the other type of sparkage was nice, too.
"I was just remembering the conversation we had." Chloe answered.
"Oh, you mean the one where you overwhelmed me with your wit and charm? I don't know what made me fall for you more, the aspersions on my manhood or the insults to my questionable intellect. You definitely know how to sweep a guy off his feet." Whitney held a strand of her hair near his face. He gave it a gentle yank.
"Ouch! Stop that. Well I got you, didn't I?" Chloe said, a bit smug. She felt his arms around her again, and a light squeeze.
Then a whisper in her ear, the words satisfied … happy, "Yeah, you did."
She melted again. Damn it.