I do not own Smallville.
This is set during the Chlavis kiss in Abyss.
Desperation
Chloe stares at him, a bright, unflinching gaze, eyes that shine in a spectrum of colors, sometimes spring grass green, winter sky blue, and an icy gray, like before a storm. He moves forward slowly, a whisper of wind against his skin, a faint tickle, invisible fingers raking across his cheeks. His remaining modicum of self control disintegrates into a primal lust and crippling need, soft, warm lips on his, the taste of coffee and sweetness and Chloe. Then exigent hands shove at his shoulders, an angry expression and an angry tone.
A stolen kiss exchanged for a stolen heart.
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