Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville.
They had been spending a quiet night in, snuggling on the couch in his living room, watching a movie she had picked from his huge DVD collection. Somewhere along the movie, she had switched her position and he had found his thigh being used as a pillow, while she was lying down, head turned towards the screen.
"Ollie, don't move," he heard her complain when he tried to get up.
"I'll be right back, just going to the kitchen," he said, once again trying to stand up. But she made no attempt to move. Instead, she rolled over, now resting on her back and looked up at him.
"Are you hungry?"
He shook his head. "Thirsty."
She frowned, wheels turning in her head. She rolled to her side again, not moving her head from his thigh. She extended her arm and tried to reach out for her mug on the adjacent coffee table.
"Here," she said when she finally got it in her grasp. "Drink this," she continued, as she handed him her mug.
He took it from her hand, and but did nothing.
"It's coffee."
She gave him a noncommittal shrug. "So?"
"You never share your coffee."
She rolled her eyes at him.
"Opportunity cost, Ollie. I'm too comfortable right now; I don't want to lose my pillow."
She gave his thigh a small squeeze at the word, then smiled at him before switching her attention back to his large screen.
He grinned at the thought that she had chosen him over coffee.
No strings? Yeah, right.
Just some Chlollie randomness. Thanks for reading.