Hey guys, so this is my first Smallville fic. I hope you'll like it. (I'm not too sure about the title so if you have any suggestion..)
This takes place in season 9, but before "Crossfire".
Chapter One
Her eyes opened as the morning sun hit her face through the open window, but the hangover making her head throb and her mouth so dry it felt like sandpaper forced her to lie back down as soon as she tried to stand up.
As soon as her head hit the pillow she was overwhelmed by the familiar musky scent, bringing forth foggy memories. Tangled limbs. Sweaty skin. Throaty moans. Memories of something that shouldn't have happened. With someone it shouldn't have happened with.
She'd had sex.
With her best friend.
Turning her head she stared at the other side of the bed. The now empty other side.
He stood in his kitchen, guilt crushing his heart. She had been drunk. It should have never happened. He didn't know what she would remember when she woke up, but he remember exactly what happened last night. He had wanted that for so long but knew it could never happen, she was his best friend. It should have never happened.
He was sitting on the couch when she finally came down the stairs. Her eyes were slightly glazed, her hair wild and tousled.
He wondered if he should even say goodmorning. She looked at him, then took a look around the room as he watched her, waiting for her reaction. Finally after a few minutes she finally broke the silence.
Morning, Smallville, she simply said.
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