Title: Moments
Author: immo (immo@hamena.org)
Pairing: Chloe/Lana
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me, but I wish they did. Heheh...
Author's Note: A sorta continuation to Late-night Coffee. What can I say, feedback DOES get me off my lazy ass. So
send some. And maybe I'll give you some more stuff to comment on ;D
They parted quickly at the sound of someone pounding on the door.
Chloe hastily wiped lipstick from her mouth, managing to smear it across her cheek. Lana stiffled a giggle
as she pulled her bra back down, and buttoned up her shirt.
"Chloe?" Pete's voice carried through the door. "The door's locked."
The doorknob rattled, and Chloe called out, "Hold on a second--"
And Lana pulled her back, kissing her, teeth pulling at her lower lip and sucking gently. Chloe replied
hungrily, pushing Lana backwards. The brunette, taken by surprise, and groped behind her for something to keep her
balance. Pencils, papers, various other office objects scattered to the floor as Lana fell and pulled Chloe on top
of her.
"Chloe! I'm serious, I'm gonna be late for my next class!" Pete rattled the doorknob again.
"Okay, hold on!" Chloe blew out her breath in exhasperation. Lana gave her an adorable smile, before
turning her attention away from Chloe to the mess she had made on the floor.
Stalking to the door, Chloe unlocked and flung it open, trying not to glare at Pete for interrupting a
'moment'. A 'moment' in a sea of 'moment's that she had been having with Lana. Whenever they had the chance, this
was where they would be. Any excuse possible, washroom breaks that they timed perfectly to get out of their
respective classes for a 'moment'. A trip back to the Torch office to get a forgotten textbook. Latenight Torch
hours...
"Hey, Pete." Lana smiled at Pete, while picking up papers from the floor.
"Lana," Pete barely looked at her, and went over to his desk to sort through the papers, in search of his
elusive textbook. "Hey, have you seen my chem textbook?"
Chloe shared a look with Lana, and the beautiful brunette flashed her an indulgent smile, that suddenly
turned mischevious.
"I'll help you look, Pete."
Lana sauntered over to a wide-eyed Chloe, coming closer and closer, and Chloe kept backing up against the
door until it closed with an audible click and she couldn't move backwards anymore.
"I swear its here somewhere..." Pete was opening drawers and ruffling through the junk...
"Hmm... can't find anything... here..." Hands slid up Chloe's shirt, running over smooth skin, barely
brushing the undersides of Chloe's breasts. Chloe leaned forward, but Lana dodged her lips, dropping down to kiss
Chloe's collarbone. Chloe bit back a groan, and humorous brown eyes looked up at her.
"Maybe over at Clark's desk..."
The mention of Clark's name made Chloe wince noticeably, and squirm in Lana's grasp. Hurt darted across the
pretty brunette's face, and Lana drew back. She pursed her lips together, and walked over to a file cabinet--that
had a worn chem textbook on top of it.
"Is this what you're looking for?"
"Oh, yes, yes!" Pete scampered over, and Lana willingly gave up the textbook. He clutched it in his hands
and, thanking Lana quickly, left the Torch office.
"Hey," Chloe walked over to Lana, but the woman slipped past her, grabbing her schoolbag.
"I better get going, or I'm going to be late for my next class too." That beautiful smile that was always on
Lana's face shone at Chloe. But Chloe knew better than that. Lana Lang was pissed. Who was she pissed at? Chloe
Sullivan. Shit.
The sound of the door slamming reverberated through the office, and Chloe closed her eyes in frustration.
"Shit."
~~~
She sat in the bleachers, watching Lana talking to Whitney. Watching her flirting with Whitney. And watching
Lana watching HER watching Lana. The pencil she was twirling in her hand snapped in half when Lana leaned towards
Whitney, and whispered sweet nothings in his ear.
The brunette's eyes darted towards Chloe, and showed subdued, stubborn rage, simmering beneath the surface.
'Jealousy is a horrible thing,' Chloe decided. She could feel the tight clenching, possesiveness, bubbling
up. Could hear her breathing come out in short spurts. Lana's eyes burned into hers.
"Hey, Chloe." Clark's voice jolted her from those eyes, and she turned away to smile genuinely at Clark. No
matter what, she was always glad to see Clark.
And it was the wrong thing to do, as Chloe immediately turned her head back to look at Lana, to just catch
the hurt in her eyes as she turned away.
"What are you doing out here? I thought you didn't like all of this," Clark waved his hand in the general
direction of the football field, the cheerleaders and the football players.
"I like some aspects of it, Clark." Chloe managed not to roll her eyes at Clark. "Like Lana for example."
Shit. She hadn't meant for THAT to come out.
"I told you, once you get to know her, she's a great person!" Clark beamed. Chloe felt a tad guilty. Here he
was, trying to recruit her as a Lana-lover so when he got together with cheerleader over there, which he keeps
hoping is any day now, Chloe, one of Clark's closest chums would give them her blessings. A surge of anger erased
the guilt in Chloe.
'Fuck that. Lana Lang's mine. ... Did I just think that?'
"I gotta go now, I'm done here." Chloe made a big show of packing up, as Clark just nodded distractedly.
"Pete's gonna be here soon. You sure you don't wanna just hang around?"
Chloe wanted to shoot back a nasty retort. Something along the lines of 'For fuckssake, stop stalking her!'
But instead, she shook her head and headed out.
She was confused. They just fooled around, and here were all these feelings mixed into it. Jealousy, envy,
hate... and those other emotions that she refused to even recognize. It was like a curse. Whoever got involved with
Lana Lang, Smallville princess, didn't leave unscathed. Practically everyone was under her spell. Whether they hated
her or loved her, they were completely obsessed with her.
Or at least Chloe Sullivan and Clark Kent were.
There was no late-night Torch work to do tonight, surprisingly. So Chloe picked up whatever homework she had
left at the office, and locked the door behind her. Her steps echoed in the hallway, and she paused when she
smelled, or imagined she smelled Lana's scent wafting from the girl's locker.
'Stupid, stupid... youre so hyper-aware of her now...'
And it was true. Everything screamed Lana. When Chloe sat in the cafeteria, no matter what she was doing,
she would be able to sense Lana within seconds of the brunette's arrival. If she was in town, just doing some
shopping, her Lana-sense would be tingling, and voila! There she was! And this was even before they had started
doing their... thing. She was everywhere, and everything would remind her of Lana.
Or maybe she was just going crazy? Maybe this was another meteorite-related incident.
Maybe both of them will forget everything tomorrow, or next week.
But Chloe didn't think she could. That she ever could. This was something that happened to you once in a
lifetime, something you would never expect to happen.
The most popular girl in school, takes an interest in you. And you're kissing her, she's cheating on her
boyfriend to kiss you... and is it worth it?
Damn right it is.
You'd praise god that something like a fairytale story has happened. That you, someone who was practically
no-one, who wasn't part of any cliques at all and barely noticed by your best friends, could be noticed by someone
who glowed in the hallways. What every guy wants, and what every girl wants to be. Or in Chloe's case, she sided
with the boys.
She wanted Lana so much it hurt, and it was beginning to be an addiction.
"We need to talk."
Chloe was startled out of her thoughts. She realized, dimly, that she was on the road home. And Lana was
standing there, with a determined look on her face.
"Aren't you supposed to be down at the field screaming 'go team, go'?" Chloe didn't mean to sound as
sarcastic as it did, but it just... happened.
And then, Lana did something that surprised them both.
She slapped her across the face.
"What the hell was that for?!" Chloe asked, after she got over the initial shock, and anger set in.
"Why don't you ask yourself that?" Lana huffed. The brunette didn't know either why she was so mad. She just
stomped away, furious at herself, furious at Chloe--
"Oh no, you don't get away that easily." Chloe threw her stuff down and grabbed one of Lana's swinging arms,
pulling her back.
"Let. Go. Of. Me." Lana said through gritted teeth.
"No." Again, they were both surprised as the normally docile Lana slapped Chloe full across the face a
second time.
This time, Chloe retaliated by grabbing Lana's other hand, and they both struggled awhile. Chloe refusing to
let go, and Lana, trying to squirm away.
"What the hell is wrong, Lana?!" Chloe shook Lana, getting a grip on the other girl's shoulders. "Lana,
stop!"
Lana Lang sobbed. She didn't know why she was crying, and collapsed into Chloe's arms, relaxing in the
blonde's loose embrace.
"What's going on, Chloe? I don't know what's going on anymore." Her perfect world was shattering. While
Chloe had a fairytale, Lana had a disaster to deal with. So the prince, or princess in this case, gets the girl. The
girl is, say, Cinderella. What do you do when you bring Cinderella, a nobody to meet your kingdom? The whole school
wouldn't see this the way Lana saw it. She was attracted to Chloe. And that was that. But if what they had was made
public, Lana Lang would be under the magnifying glass again. She wouldn't be able to go anywhere, do anything,
without people saying something. As if being poor orphan Lana helped matters either.
She wanted Chloe, though. She had made the first move. The first move that had taken months of planning to
do, and took so much courage.
She didn't want to give up Chloe SUllivan.
"What the hell is wrong with US, Lana?" Chloe asked, as she tightened her hold on Lana.
Author: immo (immo@hamena.org)
Pairing: Chloe/Lana
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me, but I wish they did. Heheh...
Author's Note: A sorta continuation to Late-night Coffee. What can I say, feedback DOES get me off my lazy ass. So
send some. And maybe I'll give you some more stuff to comment on ;D
They parted quickly at the sound of someone pounding on the door.
Chloe hastily wiped lipstick from her mouth, managing to smear it across her cheek. Lana stiffled a giggle
as she pulled her bra back down, and buttoned up her shirt.
"Chloe?" Pete's voice carried through the door. "The door's locked."
The doorknob rattled, and Chloe called out, "Hold on a second--"
And Lana pulled her back, kissing her, teeth pulling at her lower lip and sucking gently. Chloe replied
hungrily, pushing Lana backwards. The brunette, taken by surprise, and groped behind her for something to keep her
balance. Pencils, papers, various other office objects scattered to the floor as Lana fell and pulled Chloe on top
of her.
"Chloe! I'm serious, I'm gonna be late for my next class!" Pete rattled the doorknob again.
"Okay, hold on!" Chloe blew out her breath in exhasperation. Lana gave her an adorable smile, before
turning her attention away from Chloe to the mess she had made on the floor.
Stalking to the door, Chloe unlocked and flung it open, trying not to glare at Pete for interrupting a
'moment'. A 'moment' in a sea of 'moment's that she had been having with Lana. Whenever they had the chance, this
was where they would be. Any excuse possible, washroom breaks that they timed perfectly to get out of their
respective classes for a 'moment'. A trip back to the Torch office to get a forgotten textbook. Latenight Torch
hours...
"Hey, Pete." Lana smiled at Pete, while picking up papers from the floor.
"Lana," Pete barely looked at her, and went over to his desk to sort through the papers, in search of his
elusive textbook. "Hey, have you seen my chem textbook?"
Chloe shared a look with Lana, and the beautiful brunette flashed her an indulgent smile, that suddenly
turned mischevious.
"I'll help you look, Pete."
Lana sauntered over to a wide-eyed Chloe, coming closer and closer, and Chloe kept backing up against the
door until it closed with an audible click and she couldn't move backwards anymore.
"I swear its here somewhere..." Pete was opening drawers and ruffling through the junk...
"Hmm... can't find anything... here..." Hands slid up Chloe's shirt, running over smooth skin, barely
brushing the undersides of Chloe's breasts. Chloe leaned forward, but Lana dodged her lips, dropping down to kiss
Chloe's collarbone. Chloe bit back a groan, and humorous brown eyes looked up at her.
"Maybe over at Clark's desk..."
The mention of Clark's name made Chloe wince noticeably, and squirm in Lana's grasp. Hurt darted across the
pretty brunette's face, and Lana drew back. She pursed her lips together, and walked over to a file cabinet--that
had a worn chem textbook on top of it.
"Is this what you're looking for?"
"Oh, yes, yes!" Pete scampered over, and Lana willingly gave up the textbook. He clutched it in his hands
and, thanking Lana quickly, left the Torch office.
"Hey," Chloe walked over to Lana, but the woman slipped past her, grabbing her schoolbag.
"I better get going, or I'm going to be late for my next class too." That beautiful smile that was always on
Lana's face shone at Chloe. But Chloe knew better than that. Lana Lang was pissed. Who was she pissed at? Chloe
Sullivan. Shit.
The sound of the door slamming reverberated through the office, and Chloe closed her eyes in frustration.
"Shit."
~~~
She sat in the bleachers, watching Lana talking to Whitney. Watching her flirting with Whitney. And watching
Lana watching HER watching Lana. The pencil she was twirling in her hand snapped in half when Lana leaned towards
Whitney, and whispered sweet nothings in his ear.
The brunette's eyes darted towards Chloe, and showed subdued, stubborn rage, simmering beneath the surface.
'Jealousy is a horrible thing,' Chloe decided. She could feel the tight clenching, possesiveness, bubbling
up. Could hear her breathing come out in short spurts. Lana's eyes burned into hers.
"Hey, Chloe." Clark's voice jolted her from those eyes, and she turned away to smile genuinely at Clark. No
matter what, she was always glad to see Clark.
And it was the wrong thing to do, as Chloe immediately turned her head back to look at Lana, to just catch
the hurt in her eyes as she turned away.
"What are you doing out here? I thought you didn't like all of this," Clark waved his hand in the general
direction of the football field, the cheerleaders and the football players.
"I like some aspects of it, Clark." Chloe managed not to roll her eyes at Clark. "Like Lana for example."
Shit. She hadn't meant for THAT to come out.
"I told you, once you get to know her, she's a great person!" Clark beamed. Chloe felt a tad guilty. Here he
was, trying to recruit her as a Lana-lover so when he got together with cheerleader over there, which he keeps
hoping is any day now, Chloe, one of Clark's closest chums would give them her blessings. A surge of anger erased
the guilt in Chloe.
'Fuck that. Lana Lang's mine. ... Did I just think that?'
"I gotta go now, I'm done here." Chloe made a big show of packing up, as Clark just nodded distractedly.
"Pete's gonna be here soon. You sure you don't wanna just hang around?"
Chloe wanted to shoot back a nasty retort. Something along the lines of 'For fuckssake, stop stalking her!'
But instead, she shook her head and headed out.
She was confused. They just fooled around, and here were all these feelings mixed into it. Jealousy, envy,
hate... and those other emotions that she refused to even recognize. It was like a curse. Whoever got involved with
Lana Lang, Smallville princess, didn't leave unscathed. Practically everyone was under her spell. Whether they hated
her or loved her, they were completely obsessed with her.
Or at least Chloe Sullivan and Clark Kent were.
There was no late-night Torch work to do tonight, surprisingly. So Chloe picked up whatever homework she had
left at the office, and locked the door behind her. Her steps echoed in the hallway, and she paused when she
smelled, or imagined she smelled Lana's scent wafting from the girl's locker.
'Stupid, stupid... youre so hyper-aware of her now...'
And it was true. Everything screamed Lana. When Chloe sat in the cafeteria, no matter what she was doing,
she would be able to sense Lana within seconds of the brunette's arrival. If she was in town, just doing some
shopping, her Lana-sense would be tingling, and voila! There she was! And this was even before they had started
doing their... thing. She was everywhere, and everything would remind her of Lana.
Or maybe she was just going crazy? Maybe this was another meteorite-related incident.
Maybe both of them will forget everything tomorrow, or next week.
But Chloe didn't think she could. That she ever could. This was something that happened to you once in a
lifetime, something you would never expect to happen.
The most popular girl in school, takes an interest in you. And you're kissing her, she's cheating on her
boyfriend to kiss you... and is it worth it?
Damn right it is.
You'd praise god that something like a fairytale story has happened. That you, someone who was practically
no-one, who wasn't part of any cliques at all and barely noticed by your best friends, could be noticed by someone
who glowed in the hallways. What every guy wants, and what every girl wants to be. Or in Chloe's case, she sided
with the boys.
She wanted Lana so much it hurt, and it was beginning to be an addiction.
"We need to talk."
Chloe was startled out of her thoughts. She realized, dimly, that she was on the road home. And Lana was
standing there, with a determined look on her face.
"Aren't you supposed to be down at the field screaming 'go team, go'?" Chloe didn't mean to sound as
sarcastic as it did, but it just... happened.
And then, Lana did something that surprised them both.
She slapped her across the face.
"What the hell was that for?!" Chloe asked, after she got over the initial shock, and anger set in.
"Why don't you ask yourself that?" Lana huffed. The brunette didn't know either why she was so mad. She just
stomped away, furious at herself, furious at Chloe--
"Oh no, you don't get away that easily." Chloe threw her stuff down and grabbed one of Lana's swinging arms,
pulling her back.
"Let. Go. Of. Me." Lana said through gritted teeth.
"No." Again, they were both surprised as the normally docile Lana slapped Chloe full across the face a
second time.
This time, Chloe retaliated by grabbing Lana's other hand, and they both struggled awhile. Chloe refusing to
let go, and Lana, trying to squirm away.
"What the hell is wrong, Lana?!" Chloe shook Lana, getting a grip on the other girl's shoulders. "Lana,
stop!"
Lana Lang sobbed. She didn't know why she was crying, and collapsed into Chloe's arms, relaxing in the
blonde's loose embrace.
"What's going on, Chloe? I don't know what's going on anymore." Her perfect world was shattering. While
Chloe had a fairytale, Lana had a disaster to deal with. So the prince, or princess in this case, gets the girl. The
girl is, say, Cinderella. What do you do when you bring Cinderella, a nobody to meet your kingdom? The whole school
wouldn't see this the way Lana saw it. She was attracted to Chloe. And that was that. But if what they had was made
public, Lana Lang would be under the magnifying glass again. She wouldn't be able to go anywhere, do anything,
without people saying something. As if being poor orphan Lana helped matters either.
She wanted Chloe, though. She had made the first move. The first move that had taken months of planning to
do, and took so much courage.
She didn't want to give up Chloe SUllivan.
"What the hell is wrong with US, Lana?" Chloe asked, as she tightened her hold on Lana.