Title: His Home
Category: Smallville
Genre: Romance
Ship: Chloe/Oliver
Rating: PG
Challenge: Shuffle your MP3/iPod and write what fits
Song: #04 – Still//Tim McGraw
Word Count: 221
Summary: Home is where the heart is.
His Home
-Drabble-
In his life, there have been so few places where he felt safe, where he felt the kind of comfort only home can provide. Even his penthouse doesn't have that appeal. And it's taken time, work, but he recognized the feeling when it comes over him, when getting back from patrolling meant going to her. To the Watchtower, both the person and the place.
The quiet is filled only with the beeping of her computers, of intelligence and safety and the knowledge that the world out there is at her fingers, under her careful watch. He's got a place he can put his gear, there's space in her closet where his regular clothes hang, there's a side of her bed reserved for him and a warmth between her arms where he fits.
For a moment, he stands in the center of it all, with the glow of the stained glass falling on him, and he smiles because he knows. He's still, he's quiet, he lets it invade his every sense. The clicking of her fingers, the colors filtering across his body, the safety and warmth of home. And then her arms are around his waist, her face buried in his chest, and he knows that while she and this place are his home, he is hers.
And thank god for that.
