Rating: PG-13 to R
Pairing: The one and only – Clark/Chloe. My heart's desire.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Note: Always, in my world … everything happens as it should. For those of you still searching for the absolution that I, too, so desperately crave, I hope this story helps you to believe.
Streams of yellow sunlight stretched lazily through the loft window and painted the barn in morning dawn. The loft seemed quiet save for the birds' occasional chirp just outside, and the distant sound of a mooing cow in the fields far away. It was late spring in Smallville, but the days were already seasoned with summer-like temperatures. This morning was no different, and explained the reason why Chloe was sprawled out on the couch with only a thin-layered blanket for warmth.
Well, a thin blanket and a warm Clark Kent.
Chloe stirred awake to the sound of those birds, which seemed strangely odd to her. Whenever she fell asleep in her dorm room on the Met U campus, the last sound to wake her was the morning song from a bird. Usually the constant, annoying blare of her alarm clock aroused her, though other mornings it ranged from the clatter of hung-over students in the room directly above hers to the obnoxious beeps and whistles of an early morning in the city. She remembered how the latter was once the background noise to a normal day in her life long ago.
Apparently, the childhood she spent living in a chaotic city was cancelled out by the years of peaceful quiet she spent in a Kansas farm town.
Nevertheless, Chloe's eyes slid open with a mild sense of panic as her surroundings began to come into focus. Though she thought her head was lying on the hard, institutional mattress at college, with a more careful inspection she realized her cheek was actually pressed down against Clark Kent's chest. A [Ibare[/I Clark Kent chest. Over the next few seconds her mind began to recall different moments from the night before. However, she needed to see it for herself. She needed confirmation.
Responsively, she lifted her head just enough to capture the scene in its entirety.
Just as she expected, Clark was sound asleep underneath her. His head was turned a bit to the right as he slept, and his black hair was tousled. Chloe could feel him take a breath with every gentle lift of his torso, and his breathing was shallow and calm. The peaceful image of his sleeping form almost reminded her of a child during naptime in grade school. She realized then she had never seen him this early in the morning, or rarely ever sleeping at all. And for a brief moment, she felt like one of the privileged few.
Further concentration soon revealed his left hand strewn casually along her back, while his entire right arm was drooped over the side of the couch. Her left arm was drooped in the same manner, and Chloe could feel circulation return to it with each lightning strike of sensation under her skin. Each second of consciousness arose new feelings, and the most prominent, along with the tingling fire in her arm, was the intense press of her bare skin against Clark's.
Though she didn't want to look, suddenly content within the blurry world of naivety, Chloe knew it was in her best interest. Knowing the answer in her mind didn't matter much, but when she gazed down at her own form underneath the blanket, her heart finally saw it to be true.
She had just slept with Clark Kent.
more to come