#smallvillehero

The question caugh Chloe off guard, and it took her a second to pull the obvious confusion from her expression. But as the blonde finally looked up at Clark, it was with a small smile. “Yeah, sure. Sounds fun.”

“I’d love some, thanks. It’s freezing outside.” It was better now that she was inside, but Chloe could still feel the chill trhough her jacket and her hair was soaked from the short walk inside. “Not all of us are impervious to the weather.” Her lips quirked up in a teasing smile as she took a seat on the couch.

“I’ll always do my best to make sure that you have someone to come home to Clark.” Even now that she knew what he could do, Chloe would always look at Clark as her best friend first. And as selfish as it might be, she’d always put him before the Blur, or anyone else.

         “I  confess,”  she  says,   the glimmer of a mother’s joy never leaving her gaze, “I thought the task impossible. I had nearly resigned myself to never see- ing  her  again.  How did you do it?” Takes a sip, then clarifies: “How  did  you find her, and how did you bring her back?”

        It’s the first time she’s woken up in his bed by herself; sheets wrapped around her bare limbs, arms tucked beneath one of his pillows. He’s usually there with her, either curled around her, or awake and stroking his broad fingers through her hair. She’s not sure she enjoys this difference - this solitude to the heaviness of his breathing. Blinking sleep from her eyes, she peers blearily to her left, searching for her wand. It’s there, just teetering on the edge of the table resting beside his bed. Grappling for her life line, she mumbles a soft charm, realizes what time it is and slowly eases herself up into a sitting position. “Clark?” His dorm is otherwise empty, she realizes as she peers through the curtains surrounding his bed.  @smallvillehero

            “i don’t know why you think the only way to get me to shut up is by kissing me,” she breathes against the wet heat of his mouth, her hips rolling forward against his own where she has her soft thighs wrapped tight around his broad hips. hermione allows her fingers to sink into the dark tresses of his hair, gripping the back of his neck and bringing him closer until her nose bumps against his. “but please keep doing so,” hermione adds, hardly in the mood to argue with him. she needs his hands, wants his lips caressing more than just her own. 

“You would? ….fell into contact with any kryptonite lately? I mean considering your normal reservations on sex in general..” And the fact that you don’t look at me that way… Cause if you did I’d totally be having sex with you right now, God I’m glad you can’t read minds.

Regina stilled as she felt Clark’s hand on her thigh. Her heart rate increased as his hand traveled under her shirt. “W-what are you doing, Clark?”