smallville fic: flash forward
From my backlog, Drabblet continuation to Petite Morte; Forty years into the future, Chloe fools around in the Watchtower and Davis...tries not to?
Chloe had no time for the characteristic drop in the pit of her stomach that accompanied the crash of hundred-thousand dollar Watchtower equipment. Davis's mouth was fastened to hers, his skin slipping out of her hands. He had a hand on her knee and he was half inside, but everything else was burning hot and flailing messily. Chloe panted against her lip. This felt right, good, crammed and skittering back over a mound of late paperwork.
She hadn't meant it to be an ambush. But she had ample time to study him there- damp with sweat, sitting in his chair so he looked as ironed as one of the paramedic uniforms he used to wear. It had been forty years since he'd been split from what the deposed Zod called his better half. Davis was still quick, strong, though no longer completely immortal or impervious to injury. A few Kryptonite bullets could lay him up for a few hours, but he refused to give his regenerating body a rest. If Davis had been normal, he could have worried himself into an early grave. As it was, he had a few strands of woven in gray to show for it. She would have to force him to rest, and she had all the time in the world.
"Take five." Chloe hopped away from her desk, appreciating her flat sandals and sat on the corner of his desk. "You missed your lunch break." she told him, authoritatively. She was a close to boss here when Oliver was out with his grandkids.
"The faster we get in and out; the sooner we can shut them down." Davis was studying the interior of another of the meteor-infected experimentation facilities that kept popping up.
"You know, it'll only take one minute to kiss me."
Davis knew her head even better than he knew her body. He was waiting for her retort. If she was very lucky, she could unnerve him by not giving him one.
"Ummhhmm." She rubbed her hands across his neck and watched him code in, muscles shifting and pressing against her fingers. Davis was all familiar dips and hard lines and it never ceased to surprise her how quickly his skin reacted to her touch. It made warmth tease through her, and she suspected it always would. He said he'd loved her, he had forty years to prove it, and he'd never stopped wanting her. It still seemed like a dream that someone could.
Davis turned his face towards hers and kissed her quick and hard. He was keying slower.
Chloe could feel his impatience at the tight, burning spot between his shoulder blades. Heat waves did that, didn't matter what planet or species you were from. She pressed her thumbs down at the knot, and a low noise of appreciation came from his throat. His shoulders relaxed into her palms, free for touch. She let go, nonchalantly studying the beads of sweat gathering along her palm. "Five's up." Chloe kissed his ear. "You do know Lex hasn't gotten it up, yet, right?"
He was biting on his lip, and she knew there was a list going on in his head. Davis wanted to stop wrongs before they started. He chased a brutal atonement but it never satisfied him either. It never kept the nightmares of what he'd been at bay, but it was numbing. Every time he felt warmth or pleasure, somehow he seemed to think it was a slap in the face off all those lives he and their genetic research hadn't been equipped to save. Chloe hated how much she'd started to understand him. She prepared for tedium, but shrugged off her shirt because it was actually, quite hot out. Her computer beeped smugly.
The tiniest crook of his finger had been positive proof that even a tortured man could be a horndog when pushed right. That alone was worth spending her yearly raise on.
If only Vampire Davis was so easy.
Chloe had no time for the characteristic drop in the pit of her stomach that accompanied the crash of hundred-thousand dollar Watchtower equipment. Davis's mouth was fastened to hers, his skin slipping out of her hands. He had a hand on her knee and he was half inside, but everything else was burning hot and flailing messily. Chloe panted against her lip. This felt right, good, crammed and skittering back over a mound of late paperwork.
She hadn't meant it to be an ambush. But she had ample time to study him there- damp with sweat, sitting in his chair so he looked as ironed as one of the paramedic uniforms he used to wear. It had been forty years since he'd been split from what the deposed Zod called his better half. Davis was still quick, strong, though no longer completely immortal or impervious to injury. A few Kryptonite bullets could lay him up for a few hours, but he refused to give his regenerating body a rest. If Davis had been normal, he could have worried himself into an early grave. As it was, he had a few strands of woven in gray to show for it. She would have to force him to rest, and she had all the time in the world.
"Take five." Chloe hopped away from her desk, appreciating her flat sandals and sat on the corner of his desk. "You missed your lunch break." she told him, authoritatively. She was a close to boss here when Oliver was out with his grandkids.
"The faster we get in and out; the sooner we can shut them down." Davis was studying the interior of another of the meteor-infected experimentation facilities that kept popping up.
"You know, it'll only take one minute to kiss me."
Davis knew her head even better than he knew her body. He was waiting for her retort. If she was very lucky, she could unnerve him by not giving him one.
"Ummhhmm." She rubbed her hands across his neck and watched him code in, muscles shifting and pressing against her fingers. Davis was all familiar dips and hard lines and it never ceased to surprise her how quickly his skin reacted to her touch. It made warmth tease through her, and she suspected it always would. He said he'd loved her, he had forty years to prove it, and he'd never stopped wanting her. It still seemed like a dream that someone could.
Davis turned his face towards hers and kissed her quick and hard. He was keying slower.
Chloe could feel his impatience at the tight, burning spot between his shoulder blades. Heat waves did that, didn't matter what planet or species you were from. She pressed her thumbs down at the knot, and a low noise of appreciation came from his throat. His shoulders relaxed into her palms, free for touch. She let go, nonchalantly studying the beads of sweat gathering along her palm. "Five's up." Chloe kissed his ear. "You do know Lex hasn't gotten it up, yet, right?"
He was biting on his lip, and she knew there was a list going on in his head. Davis wanted to stop wrongs before they started. He chased a brutal atonement but it never satisfied him either. It never kept the nightmares of what he'd been at bay, but it was numbing. Every time he felt warmth or pleasure, somehow he seemed to think it was a slap in the face off all those lives he and their genetic research hadn't been equipped to save. Chloe hated how much she'd started to understand him. She prepared for tedium, but shrugged off her shirt because it was actually, quite hot out. Her computer beeped smugly.
The tiniest crook of his finger had been positive proof that even a tortured man could be a horndog when pushed right. That alone was worth spending her yearly raise on.
If only Vampire Davis was so easy.