Title: Us
Author: take phat (smallobeed@hotmail.com)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Who'd be dumb enough to think I own them? PS No offence to people who think I do.
Spoilers: tiny itty bit of 'Kinetic', but this is just to be sure
Pairing: Chloe/Whitney
Archive: Yes please, just tell me where it's going :- )
Genre: romance
Summary: How can two people be so different but be so similar? Chloe/Whitney, a pair of walking contradictions.
Author's note: Thanks to tasha for her brilliant suggestion, it was a huge help. This chapter is dedicated to you. Please enjoy.
Chloe dialed the number and wrapped the cord around her finger impatiently. The ringing began to annoy her so she started to invent a song about how much she hated it, but before she could finish the first verse, somebody picked it up.
"Hello?" a gruff voice answered, Chloe felt herself smile.
"Hi Clark" she greeted cheerily "It's Chloe"
"yeah, I figured that" he laughed, she imagined his facial expression at this point and shivered
"so..." Clark said slowly.
"so?" she said flirtatiously
"So, do you wanna do something tonight? As friends, of course"
"Of course" she said through gritted teeth, but she quickly changed her mood "that's actually why I called"
"It is?" he sounded surprised "I thought you were with Whit-"
"Oh, I am" she nodded and quickly stopped, realising he couldn't see her nod any way "I was just wondering, would you like to join Whitney and me for a movie and dinner tonight?" There was a long silence.
"Clark? You there?" she asked sweetly, now relishing in his reaction she could sense.
"You and Whitney?" he said quietly
"and Lana too, I mean, you are going out now, right?" she giggled.
"Uh, yeah" he mumbled "but Chlo-"
"Oh" she sounded disappointed "Don't you want to come?"
"no no no" he amended "I'm just not sure if Lana-"
"Don't worry about that, she'll go if you go, right?"
"I guess..."
"Great!" Chloe said brightly "we'll meet at the cinema at six-ish, are you right with that?"
"Sure"
"Gotta go, see you" she hung up quickly and rubbed her hands together in an evil way, Whitney would talk to Lana and get her to come, everything would be perfect.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hi Lana"
"Whitney!" Lana sounded happy, a good sign.
"How are you going?" he asked softly, hoping she would buy this. She did.
"terrible" he heard the pout in her voice "Nell's making me clean my room"
"that's too bad" he said sympathetically.
"Yeah. So why did you call, Whitney?"
"I was thinking, would you like to go out with-"
"Whitney, we broke up, and I'm with-"
"Chloe and me?" Whitney finished, smirking
"Oh" Lana said in a small voice.
"I just thought, you and Kent could come out with us tonight. As a double date sort of 'no hard feelings' kind of thing" Whitney explained, using his sexiest voice.
"Um, I don't-" she began
"Come on Lana, it'll be fun. We'll go out to movie then dinner, please?" It was silent for a moment but he grinned, knowing she'd say yes.
"Alright" she sighed "When?"
"meet us at the cinema at around six-ish, bye" he hung up the phone before she could answer. He punched the air and picked up the phone, dialling the number he had memorised. It rang twice before a happy voice answered.
"Whitney?" she said, out of breath.
"She's in"
"Yes!" Chloe cheered "I'll meet you at your house, OK?"
"Uh" Whitney's ectastic mood vanished "Can I come over there?"
"Why?" Chloe asked, now suspicious.
"I have some clothes for you to wear" he let out a breath of air, realising he actually did.
"OK, come at around quarter to five"
"Alright, see you there"
They hung up simultaneously, and Whitney un-tensed his muscles. He wasn't ready to tell her yet, despite the fact they had shared two very hot kisses. Whitney still didn't feel like he actually knew her, she was as fickle as himself, and he didn't get people like him at all. He liked simple things, like Lana. Lana was a simple fantasy. He always imagined marrying Lana when she finished high school, raising a family of six kids. He adored kids. Lana would work as a secretary or assistant, but she would still manage to take care of the household. Whitney would be a football coach for minor leaguers and they would live happily ever after.
But now, everything was so complicated. His future was doubtful and his father was dying. He had less than nothing. But if he got Lana back, maybe he could be something one day. He ran a hand through his hair and jogged up the stairs, two steps at a time. Chloe would help him, he could almost guarantee that by this time next week Lana would come back to him. And everything would be simple again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chloe and Whitney stood on the corner by the cinema, now adopting the stance which now came natural to them. From anyone else's point of view, they look like a pair of young lovers, the girl a little sluttier than the boy, but they still looked like they were in love. But if the observer bothered to come closer and listen to what they were saying, he or she would probably change their opinion completely.
"I hate you" Chloe muttered, trailing her fingers over his backside.
"There's nothing wrong with what your wearing" Whitney murmured , nibbling on the delicate shell of her ear. She closed her eyes.
"I look like a cross between an eight year old girl and a prostitute"" Chloe tilted her head to the side, quivering as he slid his tongue along the chasm of her ear.
"Oh Chloe" he laughed softly, nipping it with his teeth "you ARE a prostitute"
"that's right" she agreed, dipping her head down to suck on his neck "I'm your little prostitute"
"You are" he agreed, she bit down and sucked hard, guaranteeing Whitney's chances of having a hickey. He shouldn't let her do that, Lana never gave him hickeys, so his mother would definitely ask questions. Sure, him and Lana had made love, but she refused to give and receive hickeys, it scared her. A lot of things scared Lana. But now, having had one, he had to say he thoroughly enjoyed it.
"But nice choice" she licked his collarbone, grazing her teeth over the moist skin. Whitney had to agree. She was wearing a women's fitted white cotton shirt, it was too small so the only hook that could be done up was the one just below her breasts. So most of her black lace bra was revealed, as was most of her stomach. She wore a simple tartan mini-skirt which was as minute as her black satin one, and a pair of pure white knee length socks. Chloe added a pointless yet sexy tie around her bare neck, which was now preventing Whitney from sucking on it as much as he liked.
"uh, guys?" the couple broke away but didn't let go of each other, they smiled and didn't act at all annoyed with the interruption, even though both were fuming inside.
"Hey" Chloe rested her head on Whitney's chest and he absently mindedly stroked her hair.
"What do you want to see?" Lana asked, unable to look away from them.
"Well, both of us only have enough cash for Piccadilly" Whitney explained, motioning to the most popular cheap cinema around "So we were thinking of seeing Pretty Woman" They both shrugged and Clark wrapped his arm around Lana's shoulder. Chloe looked at Whitney and saw him watching them intently with obvious hurt in his eyes. She grew angry on Whitney's behalf, wishing that look in his eyes would go. It didn't so she cupped his face and kissed him. Slowly at first but then his hands drifted down to her buttocks and she forced herself up against him, her hands finding his hair again. His hair tickled the palms of her hands, turning her on even more. They were oblivious to everyone around them, pleasure cutting off their senses of sight and hearing, and heightening their senses of taste and feel. Whitney moved back and forth, rocking her against his erection. He moaned as her hand came from behind him and pushed him closer to her groin.
"Stop that!" Clark snapped, they moved apart instantly. Desire evident in both their eyes.
"sorry" Chloe breathed, too scared to look at Whitney in case she jumped him again.
"Can we go to the movie now?" Clark asked irritably, not waiting for an answer and heading towards Piccadilly. Lana caught up with him and a few short words were exchanged.
Whitney cleared his throat "Come on, let's go" They returned to their original position and made their way to the darkness of the movie house.
Please review, sexy huh? By the way, in Aus we have this real cheap movie place called Piccadilly, movies only cost four bucks but they're old ones eg pretty woman, three to tango etc. There you go :- )
Author: take phat (smallobeed@hotmail.com)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Who'd be dumb enough to think I own them? PS No offence to people who think I do.
Spoilers: tiny itty bit of 'Kinetic', but this is just to be sure
Pairing: Chloe/Whitney
Archive: Yes please, just tell me where it's going :- )
Genre: romance
Summary: How can two people be so different but be so similar? Chloe/Whitney, a pair of walking contradictions.
Author's note: Thanks to tasha for her brilliant suggestion, it was a huge help. This chapter is dedicated to you. Please enjoy.
Chloe dialed the number and wrapped the cord around her finger impatiently. The ringing began to annoy her so she started to invent a song about how much she hated it, but before she could finish the first verse, somebody picked it up.
"Hello?" a gruff voice answered, Chloe felt herself smile.
"Hi Clark" she greeted cheerily "It's Chloe"
"yeah, I figured that" he laughed, she imagined his facial expression at this point and shivered
"so..." Clark said slowly.
"so?" she said flirtatiously
"So, do you wanna do something tonight? As friends, of course"
"Of course" she said through gritted teeth, but she quickly changed her mood "that's actually why I called"
"It is?" he sounded surprised "I thought you were with Whit-"
"Oh, I am" she nodded and quickly stopped, realising he couldn't see her nod any way "I was just wondering, would you like to join Whitney and me for a movie and dinner tonight?" There was a long silence.
"Clark? You there?" she asked sweetly, now relishing in his reaction she could sense.
"You and Whitney?" he said quietly
"and Lana too, I mean, you are going out now, right?" she giggled.
"Uh, yeah" he mumbled "but Chlo-"
"Oh" she sounded disappointed "Don't you want to come?"
"no no no" he amended "I'm just not sure if Lana-"
"Don't worry about that, she'll go if you go, right?"
"I guess..."
"Great!" Chloe said brightly "we'll meet at the cinema at six-ish, are you right with that?"
"Sure"
"Gotta go, see you" she hung up quickly and rubbed her hands together in an evil way, Whitney would talk to Lana and get her to come, everything would be perfect.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hi Lana"
"Whitney!" Lana sounded happy, a good sign.
"How are you going?" he asked softly, hoping she would buy this. She did.
"terrible" he heard the pout in her voice "Nell's making me clean my room"
"that's too bad" he said sympathetically.
"Yeah. So why did you call, Whitney?"
"I was thinking, would you like to go out with-"
"Whitney, we broke up, and I'm with-"
"Chloe and me?" Whitney finished, smirking
"Oh" Lana said in a small voice.
"I just thought, you and Kent could come out with us tonight. As a double date sort of 'no hard feelings' kind of thing" Whitney explained, using his sexiest voice.
"Um, I don't-" she began
"Come on Lana, it'll be fun. We'll go out to movie then dinner, please?" It was silent for a moment but he grinned, knowing she'd say yes.
"Alright" she sighed "When?"
"meet us at the cinema at around six-ish, bye" he hung up the phone before she could answer. He punched the air and picked up the phone, dialling the number he had memorised. It rang twice before a happy voice answered.
"Whitney?" she said, out of breath.
"She's in"
"Yes!" Chloe cheered "I'll meet you at your house, OK?"
"Uh" Whitney's ectastic mood vanished "Can I come over there?"
"Why?" Chloe asked, now suspicious.
"I have some clothes for you to wear" he let out a breath of air, realising he actually did.
"OK, come at around quarter to five"
"Alright, see you there"
They hung up simultaneously, and Whitney un-tensed his muscles. He wasn't ready to tell her yet, despite the fact they had shared two very hot kisses. Whitney still didn't feel like he actually knew her, she was as fickle as himself, and he didn't get people like him at all. He liked simple things, like Lana. Lana was a simple fantasy. He always imagined marrying Lana when she finished high school, raising a family of six kids. He adored kids. Lana would work as a secretary or assistant, but she would still manage to take care of the household. Whitney would be a football coach for minor leaguers and they would live happily ever after.
But now, everything was so complicated. His future was doubtful and his father was dying. He had less than nothing. But if he got Lana back, maybe he could be something one day. He ran a hand through his hair and jogged up the stairs, two steps at a time. Chloe would help him, he could almost guarantee that by this time next week Lana would come back to him. And everything would be simple again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chloe and Whitney stood on the corner by the cinema, now adopting the stance which now came natural to them. From anyone else's point of view, they look like a pair of young lovers, the girl a little sluttier than the boy, but they still looked like they were in love. But if the observer bothered to come closer and listen to what they were saying, he or she would probably change their opinion completely.
"I hate you" Chloe muttered, trailing her fingers over his backside.
"There's nothing wrong with what your wearing" Whitney murmured , nibbling on the delicate shell of her ear. She closed her eyes.
"I look like a cross between an eight year old girl and a prostitute"" Chloe tilted her head to the side, quivering as he slid his tongue along the chasm of her ear.
"Oh Chloe" he laughed softly, nipping it with his teeth "you ARE a prostitute"
"that's right" she agreed, dipping her head down to suck on his neck "I'm your little prostitute"
"You are" he agreed, she bit down and sucked hard, guaranteeing Whitney's chances of having a hickey. He shouldn't let her do that, Lana never gave him hickeys, so his mother would definitely ask questions. Sure, him and Lana had made love, but she refused to give and receive hickeys, it scared her. A lot of things scared Lana. But now, having had one, he had to say he thoroughly enjoyed it.
"But nice choice" she licked his collarbone, grazing her teeth over the moist skin. Whitney had to agree. She was wearing a women's fitted white cotton shirt, it was too small so the only hook that could be done up was the one just below her breasts. So most of her black lace bra was revealed, as was most of her stomach. She wore a simple tartan mini-skirt which was as minute as her black satin one, and a pair of pure white knee length socks. Chloe added a pointless yet sexy tie around her bare neck, which was now preventing Whitney from sucking on it as much as he liked.
"uh, guys?" the couple broke away but didn't let go of each other, they smiled and didn't act at all annoyed with the interruption, even though both were fuming inside.
"Hey" Chloe rested her head on Whitney's chest and he absently mindedly stroked her hair.
"What do you want to see?" Lana asked, unable to look away from them.
"Well, both of us only have enough cash for Piccadilly" Whitney explained, motioning to the most popular cheap cinema around "So we were thinking of seeing Pretty Woman" They both shrugged and Clark wrapped his arm around Lana's shoulder. Chloe looked at Whitney and saw him watching them intently with obvious hurt in his eyes. She grew angry on Whitney's behalf, wishing that look in his eyes would go. It didn't so she cupped his face and kissed him. Slowly at first but then his hands drifted down to her buttocks and she forced herself up against him, her hands finding his hair again. His hair tickled the palms of her hands, turning her on even more. They were oblivious to everyone around them, pleasure cutting off their senses of sight and hearing, and heightening their senses of taste and feel. Whitney moved back and forth, rocking her against his erection. He moaned as her hand came from behind him and pushed him closer to her groin.
"Stop that!" Clark snapped, they moved apart instantly. Desire evident in both their eyes.
"sorry" Chloe breathed, too scared to look at Whitney in case she jumped him again.
"Can we go to the movie now?" Clark asked irritably, not waiting for an answer and heading towards Piccadilly. Lana caught up with him and a few short words were exchanged.
Whitney cleared his throat "Come on, let's go" They returned to their original position and made their way to the darkness of the movie house.
Please review, sexy huh? By the way, in Aus we have this real cheap movie place called Piccadilly, movies only cost four bucks but they're old ones eg pretty woman, three to tango etc. There you go :- )