Wired.
By MoonbeamDancer
Author's Note's- Okay, this is my first Chloe/Clark fic, it's also my first Smallville fic. I don't own Smallville or any of the characters in it. This was inspired by I Blame the Coffee by Maveness Delight. I think I tapped more into Chloe then I did Clark but, I hope you enjoy it, and send comments to Jellicle_Vamp@hotmail.com
Pale blond hair, beautiful glass green eyes, a wonderful smile, and she's hyper as all get out. I'm late getting to The Beanery, again, and Chloe is acting like she's just had the entire menu of coffee replace all of her body's blood supply. Knowing her, that's very close to the truth. In other words, she's wired. As in Chloe + lots of caffeine (coffee or otherwise) = very bad. I watch her out of the corner of my eye as I get my order. She's bouncing up and down in her chair slightly; the caffeine must be hitting hard right about now.
I smile softly to myself, and think, "How cute."
Wait a minute… When did I start thinking Chloe was cute?? She's always been, well, Chloe to me. I'm standing there thinking about this when I hear,
"Here's your coffee and chocolate chip muffin sir."
I'm yanked back to reality in time to see the cashier place my order on the counter.
"$ 3.75." she says.
I give her a five-dollar bill, collect my change, and head towards Chloe.
"Hey Chloe." I said, sitting down and taking a bite of my muffin. I lick off a crumb and a bit of chocolate off my bottom lip with the tip of my tongue.
"Hey… Clark." she slowly responds.
I saw what she was doing. Zeroing in on my mouth. A part of me goes "Whoo- hoo!" and I have to tell it to shut up. Chloe was not checking my mouth out!
So I'm sitting there in The Beanery waiting for Clark to show up. He's running late, again. I drink my cappuccino and wait. At the beginning of my fourth-French Vanilla with some whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top this time- he walks in. I smile, bouncing slightly in my chair. God, I must be wired, I never bounce. He goes to the counter with that smooth, easy walk of his and I watch him. That dark ebony hair that frames his face, so shiny, that the light bounces off of it slightly. I wonder what it would feel like to run my hands through it, soft and smooth to the touch I bet. I move down to his eyes. His eyes are a smokey gray-blue color and are framed by long, thick black lashes that some girls would kill for. You could get lost in his eyes. They say that the eyes are a window to one's soul; well sometimes I can look into those eyes and see what Clark's thinking or feeling. But sometimes, I can look straight into those beautiful orbs and not see a thing, like he's hiding something.
Overall, Clark has a very open and easy-going face. Cheekbones aren't to high, no sharp angles, all in all, very handsome. And lips that any girl in her right mind, or left mind for that matter, would kill to kiss. His mouth is a pale rose color; the color of rose quartz I guess you could say. I'm focusing on his mouth, the way his upper lip curves and dips into his lower, fuller lip and how when he smiles, those lips curl up to reveal a beautiful smile and the whole world just feels better. At least to me it does. And when he's deep in thought, his mouth kind of puckers just a little to make him look super cute.
Oh god, did I just think of Clark as super cute?? What am I thinking?? When the hell did I, Chloe Sullivan start thinking of Clark Kent as cute? Must be the caffeine talking; yep that's it, it's the caffeine.
"Oh yeah, blame it on me." my caffeine riddled body speaks up, as Clark sits down.
"Yep, all your fault." I mentally reply.
"Hey Chloe." he says, biting into his muffin and licking the crumb and chocolate off his lip.
I bet my life, that Clark Kent's tongue would drive a girl insane if given the chance.
"Hey…Clark." I reply, ripping myself away from the beginning of the fantasy I was having and focusing on my best friend Clark. Emphasis on best friend.
"Nope, not falling for Clark at all." I mentally say. "Not. At. All."
By MoonbeamDancer
Author's Note's- Okay, this is my first Chloe/Clark fic, it's also my first Smallville fic. I don't own Smallville or any of the characters in it. This was inspired by I Blame the Coffee by Maveness Delight. I think I tapped more into Chloe then I did Clark but, I hope you enjoy it, and send comments to Jellicle_Vamp@hotmail.com
Pale blond hair, beautiful glass green eyes, a wonderful smile, and she's hyper as all get out. I'm late getting to The Beanery, again, and Chloe is acting like she's just had the entire menu of coffee replace all of her body's blood supply. Knowing her, that's very close to the truth. In other words, she's wired. As in Chloe + lots of caffeine (coffee or otherwise) = very bad. I watch her out of the corner of my eye as I get my order. She's bouncing up and down in her chair slightly; the caffeine must be hitting hard right about now.
I smile softly to myself, and think, "How cute."
Wait a minute… When did I start thinking Chloe was cute?? She's always been, well, Chloe to me. I'm standing there thinking about this when I hear,
"Here's your coffee and chocolate chip muffin sir."
I'm yanked back to reality in time to see the cashier place my order on the counter.
"$ 3.75." she says.
I give her a five-dollar bill, collect my change, and head towards Chloe.
"Hey Chloe." I said, sitting down and taking a bite of my muffin. I lick off a crumb and a bit of chocolate off my bottom lip with the tip of my tongue.
"Hey… Clark." she slowly responds.
I saw what she was doing. Zeroing in on my mouth. A part of me goes "Whoo- hoo!" and I have to tell it to shut up. Chloe was not checking my mouth out!
So I'm sitting there in The Beanery waiting for Clark to show up. He's running late, again. I drink my cappuccino and wait. At the beginning of my fourth-French Vanilla with some whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top this time- he walks in. I smile, bouncing slightly in my chair. God, I must be wired, I never bounce. He goes to the counter with that smooth, easy walk of his and I watch him. That dark ebony hair that frames his face, so shiny, that the light bounces off of it slightly. I wonder what it would feel like to run my hands through it, soft and smooth to the touch I bet. I move down to his eyes. His eyes are a smokey gray-blue color and are framed by long, thick black lashes that some girls would kill for. You could get lost in his eyes. They say that the eyes are a window to one's soul; well sometimes I can look into those eyes and see what Clark's thinking or feeling. But sometimes, I can look straight into those beautiful orbs and not see a thing, like he's hiding something.
Overall, Clark has a very open and easy-going face. Cheekbones aren't to high, no sharp angles, all in all, very handsome. And lips that any girl in her right mind, or left mind for that matter, would kill to kiss. His mouth is a pale rose color; the color of rose quartz I guess you could say. I'm focusing on his mouth, the way his upper lip curves and dips into his lower, fuller lip and how when he smiles, those lips curl up to reveal a beautiful smile and the whole world just feels better. At least to me it does. And when he's deep in thought, his mouth kind of puckers just a little to make him look super cute.
Oh god, did I just think of Clark as super cute?? What am I thinking?? When the hell did I, Chloe Sullivan start thinking of Clark Kent as cute? Must be the caffeine talking; yep that's it, it's the caffeine.
"Oh yeah, blame it on me." my caffeine riddled body speaks up, as Clark sits down.
"Yep, all your fault." I mentally reply.
"Hey Chloe." he says, biting into his muffin and licking the crumb and chocolate off his lip.
I bet my life, that Clark Kent's tongue would drive a girl insane if given the chance.
"Hey…Clark." I reply, ripping myself away from the beginning of the fantasy I was having and focusing on my best friend Clark. Emphasis on best friend.
"Nope, not falling for Clark at all." I mentally say. "Not. At. All."