Grass Stains
rated PG-13
chloe/clark; AU; futurefic
summary: grass stains ARE a pain, but some are better than others.
"Clark?" Chloe called out as she made her way upstairs in the Metropolis apartment.
"What, Chlo'?" Her husband of three months called back and Chloe could still hear the laughter of the afternoon in his voice.
"Put some water in a pot and start to boil it for pasta, okay?"
"Alright---the Sharks are playing tonight!"
"I'll be down to watch in a minute!" Chloe replied, stepping into their bedroom and sighing at a piece of blue sticking out of their dirty laundry hamper.
"Super powers do NOT include cleanliness!" Chloe grinned as she tucked the legging in. You never know who could be sneaking around, trying to identify the infamous Superman.
Chloe turned to her vanity mirror and grimaced slightly at her appearance. She cringed as she tried to run a brush through her wind-blown hair.
The newlyweds had spent the day in Smallville, another great thing about being married to a guy with superpowers---super-speed, making the trip less stressful without having to worry about traffic.
Chloe walked into the bathroom as she tied her hair up in a ponytail. She squeezed a bit of face wash out of the tube and washed a day's worth of farm grim from her face.
Chloe never really minded cleaning up after spending a day with Clark, especially not when they went where Chloe had come to know as 'home'--- Smallville. Besides that, the days Chloe had Clark Clark all to herself were very rare.
Chloe sighed loudly as she looked down at her jeans, covered in grass stains. Chloe slipped out of them and pulled on some sweatpants, then made her way to the laundry room to spray pretreatment formula on the Gap jeans.
"The price you pay for one romp in the grass---" Chloe said out loud as she sprayed and recapped the bottle.
Chloe set the jeans on the washer and began down the stairs again, smiling more with each step as she remember the day.
Clark's sweet whispers as he laid her down on the grass and laid next to her---
Clark's hand on her upper thigh, playing with the fringed belt around her waist---
Chloe's protests about grass burn and Clark's playful look as he said there was more than one way to have fun with clothes on--
Chloe broke out into a full grin as she slid her arms around Clark's neck as he leaned over the kitchen stove.
"How about we have some fun without clothes---or is this game really important?" Chloe gestured slightly to the TV across the hall.
Clark turned to embrace Chloe and before she knew it, they were upstairs, in their room, and Clark was laying her gently on their bed.
-end
rated PG-13
chloe/clark; AU; futurefic
summary: grass stains ARE a pain, but some are better than others.
"Clark?" Chloe called out as she made her way upstairs in the Metropolis apartment.
"What, Chlo'?" Her husband of three months called back and Chloe could still hear the laughter of the afternoon in his voice.
"Put some water in a pot and start to boil it for pasta, okay?"
"Alright---the Sharks are playing tonight!"
"I'll be down to watch in a minute!" Chloe replied, stepping into their bedroom and sighing at a piece of blue sticking out of their dirty laundry hamper.
"Super powers do NOT include cleanliness!" Chloe grinned as she tucked the legging in. You never know who could be sneaking around, trying to identify the infamous Superman.
Chloe turned to her vanity mirror and grimaced slightly at her appearance. She cringed as she tried to run a brush through her wind-blown hair.
The newlyweds had spent the day in Smallville, another great thing about being married to a guy with superpowers---super-speed, making the trip less stressful without having to worry about traffic.
Chloe walked into the bathroom as she tied her hair up in a ponytail. She squeezed a bit of face wash out of the tube and washed a day's worth of farm grim from her face.
Chloe never really minded cleaning up after spending a day with Clark, especially not when they went where Chloe had come to know as 'home'--- Smallville. Besides that, the days Chloe had Clark Clark all to herself were very rare.
Chloe sighed loudly as she looked down at her jeans, covered in grass stains. Chloe slipped out of them and pulled on some sweatpants, then made her way to the laundry room to spray pretreatment formula on the Gap jeans.
"The price you pay for one romp in the grass---" Chloe said out loud as she sprayed and recapped the bottle.
Chloe set the jeans on the washer and began down the stairs again, smiling more with each step as she remember the day.
Clark's sweet whispers as he laid her down on the grass and laid next to her---
Clark's hand on her upper thigh, playing with the fringed belt around her waist---
Chloe's protests about grass burn and Clark's playful look as he said there was more than one way to have fun with clothes on--
Chloe broke out into a full grin as she slid her arms around Clark's neck as he leaned over the kitchen stove.
"How about we have some fun without clothes---or is this game really important?" Chloe gestured slightly to the TV across the hall.
Clark turned to embrace Chloe and before she knew it, they were upstairs, in their room, and Clark was laying her gently on their bed.
-end