Title: Lay Off
Category: Smallville/Fantastic 4
Genre: Humor/Romance
Ship: Chloe/Johnny (Human Torch)
Rating: PG
Prompt: Kiss Me
Word Count: 598
Summary: She's like nobody he's ever known.
Lay Off
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She's like nobody he's ever known. When he grins, she frowns; when he flirts, she walks away. And the worst part is it's only him. He's seen that Impulse kid flirt with her for ten straight minutes and she just laughed and pecked his cheek. But he couldn't get so much as a 'hello' out of her. This was not his style; women begged for his time. But not her.
"What are you doing?" she asks when she finds him sitting in her chair, looking at her many screens.
"Trying to see what's so great about it," he mutters, eyes narrowed. "I don't get it… What's it got that I don't?"
She blinks. "Care to enlighten me to whatever's rattling around in that confusing head of yours, Storm?"
He sighs, stands up and walks toward her. "I've asked you out, been polite, funny, I didn't even make fun of Kent's red and blue leotard because I know you two are like biffs or something… So what's a guy gotta do to get your attention?"
"Well…" Eyes wide, she circles him to take her seat. "Eating food over my keyboard definitely hasn't won you any points." With purpose, she then starts brushing off leftover crumbs from her table.
He scowls. "Seriously!" He throws his hands up. "I'm beggin' you… Give a guy a chance!"
She sighs, looking up at him like he's a child; like he has the same kind of crush Impulse does.
He refuses to let that happen. Walking over, he bends over her, hands on either side of her chair. "You wanna get me to lay off, do one thing…"
Pursing her lips, she cocks a brow.
"Kiss me," he says, smirking. "And prove you don't feel a thing."
She scoffs but he can see the flush rising in her cheeks. "Come on, Watchtower… What've you got to lose?"
Her gaze narrows then and he knows he's pushed her buttons. She reaches up, cups his face and lays it on him. She's rough at first, proving a point, but then her mouth softens beneath his. And she's all smooth lips lingering against his and hot tongue reaching. Teeth are nibbling and grazing and their breaths meet and mingle between parted mouths. His hands find her shoulders, slide up and bury in her hair, gripping for dear life.
He meant to prove to her that he was worth her time; that she should be like every other woman and fall at his feet with gratitude. Instead, as she pulls back, her lips swollen, and she smirks, he feels like he just stepped into a minefield and she's his only guide out. He's made a mistake, asking for something he wasn't really ready for. He's the guy who does one night and has his fun, but already he knows that going further with her takes love and heart.
Suddenly, he is that kid. Compared to her, he has no idea. And in thirty seconds, Johnny Storm grew the hell up.
"I believe that means you'll lay off," she murmurs, lifting a brow.
He half-smirks, still confused by the swell of emotion. "Yeah… Maybe…" With a light chuckle, he leans down to peck her forehead sweetly. Her brow furrows in confusion and she stares at him as if he's just done something monumental. "And maybe not." He leaves it at that; he's got some thinking to do now that the game has changed. When he figures this out, she won't be like the other women… And she won't want him to lay off. He's gonna make sure of that.