OOM: Chloe's room in Milliways

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Giggling softly to herself, Chloe pushes open the door to her room. It doesn't look like much: a bed against one wall and a desk with a borrowed laptop against another. There are stacks of old issues of the Daily Planet which she also got from Bar, and the one article that's actually hanging on the wall above her bed is her first byline in the Planet.

Aside from that, there aren't many posessions. After all, Chloe didn't expect to wind up back here again so soon. But then again, she did accumulate some stuff from her previous time at Milliways. Like that photo of her and Riley next to the laptop on the desk. Or the mechanical pencil that Wes broke when she finally had to swap it back fro the blastsword.

But it's colorful, with bright purple walls and a red comforter on the bed.

"Well, um, it isn't much," Chloe finally says, stepping inside. "But it's not like it's home either. Just the place I crash whenever I stay at Milliways overnight."

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He gently sets the picture back next to the laptop, with a little bit of reverence because -- she kept it. Even when she was gone for four years and thought she'd never be back to Milliways again, she kept it.

He slips his arm around her waist, and he presses a kiss to her temple.

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Chloe closes her eyes when he kisses her and she smiles happily. The butterflies are still there, but Chloe ignores them as she hugs Riley.

She places a light kiss on the shoulder of his shirt and then another one on his neck before her hands run up and down the length of his chest, feeling the warm skin underneath the cotton material.

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Riley leans into her hands, tips her chin up with two fingers, and he kisses her, his fingers absently tracing her spine.

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Her breath hitches when he kisses her and her eyes close again as she savors the kiss.

The butterflies in her stomach have now been replaced by a different feeling, and Chloe's not complaining one bit. As she continues to kiss him back, her hands go back down again to the hem of his shirt and she slips her hands underneath, shivering slightly.

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He twitches under the feel of her fingers on his skin (but it is a good twitch) and sets both hands in the small of her back, and he bodily pulls her against him and they just -- they just fit. He kisses the corner of her lips, her cheek, her jaw, her neck, her neck.

Her neck.

Yeah, he pretty much just lingers there, sweeping her hair out of the way.

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Oh god, that feels so... it feels right. She finds herself quickly getting lost in all the feelings - of him nuzzling her neck like that and their bodies pressed together and the smooth hot flesh under her hands - and she's close to forgetting to breathe.

Because right now, breathing is overrated. In fact, everything but the feel of Riley surrounding her isn't important.

Her fingers reach back to the bottom of his shirt and she slowly begins to pull it upward, hoping he won't mind.

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Riley's arms immediately go up over his head.

Maybe that is some indication of just how much he doesn't mind.

Though he'll have to stop tracing her throat with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, before she'll actually be able to get the green T-shirt off.

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She moans quietly when his teeth scrape by a particularly sensitive spot on her neck and the t-shirt is forgotten, left to be a pool around Riley's neck.

Instead, Chloe pulls him closer to her. The heat of his skin can be felt through her thin tanktop and she sivers again, wrapping her arms around his waist.

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Riley isn't exactly built like someone from the WWF or anything, but he doesn't look that bad with his shirt off either and shit but it's getting warm in here fast. He lets his arms loosely rest at her waist, and he breaks away from her neck so he can yank his shirt off over his head and drop it on the floor. He kisses her on the mouth, leans back so he can really look at her a moment; she's standing there with color high in her cheeks, and he can't quite believe how beautiful she is. "You," a quick kiss, "are really," kiss, "really hot, Chloe Sullivan." More kisses.

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While he steals the moment to look her over, Chloe does much the same, eying a shirtless Riley with much appreciation. A smile tugs at her face and she can't believe that she's actually living this moment. Right here, right now.

It's amazing.

"You're," she begins in between sloppy kiss, "really not," kiss, "all that bad," kiss, "yourself."

Far from it, in fact.

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Loftily: "Why," kiss, "thank you." He slips his fingers under the hem of her shirt and starts peeling it off of her, except he keeps getting distracted by running his hands over her stomach, by counting her ribs with his fingertips.

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Riley is taking way, way too long with the whole shirt removal thing. So while he plays with her ribs (which does tickle, and causes Chloe to squirm slightly), she pulls the tanktop off.

A moment of awkward embaressment follows as she watches for Riley's reaction.

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Riley doesn't skip a beat.

Well, except that he does.

He just looks at her an awed moment--because, really? she's smart and witty and beautiful like that and she wants to be with him?--and then he leans in and says, "Beautiful, Chloe. I mean it," against her collarbone before he runs his lips over it.

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She smiles in a goofy matter, happy and giddy and pleased and excited for what comes next. This isn't like that time with Jimmy - that was just a quick fling that didn't mean anything. It didn't make her heart pound or her stomach flutter or make her feel so alive.

"Thank you, Riley," she whispers, shivering again at the contact while her hands explore every inch of his chest. It's not that it's cold, no, it's that it's almost electrifying and she doesn't want him to stop.

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Nnnngh.

Okay.

Okay, it's definitely not time to have to rely on his knees anymore.

He steers her back in the general direction of the bed.

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Chloe's all set on letting Riley lead and everything, but her knees feel like they've been reduced to jello and he's moving too slow. Her hands go up to his face and she kisses him deeply while turning them around and finally pushing their bodies to the bed.

It works and she giggles, brushing back her hair as she lies on top of him, smiling down. "Hi."

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Riley grins breathlessly up at her, stealing a kiss, sliding further into the bed and pulling her with him. "Hi. Look at you, going all Xena on me."

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She giggles and shakes her head, musing her hair against the bed. "Comes with the territory of living in Smallville. Only the strong survive."

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"Yeah?" His arms wrapped tightly around her, he abruptly rolls them over; for someone who professes to hate sports, he's surprisingly agile. He grins down at her, this time.

"You're a warrior princess in disguise on me here, I think. Can I get an ai-yi-yi?" Laughing just a little, he kisses her again, slowly, settling between her legs.

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"No you cannot," Chloe replies, trying to be stern. But looking up into his blue eyes is so distracting and the way he then kisses her... yeah, there's no possible way she can be stern in a moment like this.

She shifts under his weight, the zipper of his jeans scratching uncomfortably at her stomach, but she ignores it. She breaks the kiss and then slowly drags her lips up his face, placing a small kiss by the corner of his ear.

"But you can get everything else you ask for tonight," she whispers before caressing his neck with her lips. "Within reason, anyway."

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He tilts his head to allow her better access, and a low, shaky groan escapes him; it has, after all, been a long damn time for him. Since they started dating, and, well, he hadn't exactly been seeing anyone before then, either. Not for a while, anyway.

His eyes abruptly snap open. "Within reason wouldn't happen to include hoping you, uh, might have condoms up here, would it?"

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Chloe's head jerks up and her eyes go wide. "Um."

Damn, damn, damn. She didn't think of something as simple as condoms. Damn. She doesn't want him to stop and she had been enjoying this oh so much and oh god, this is a bar. There has to be condoms somewhere.

"Try the table drawer," Chloe replies, nodding towards the bedside table.

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Riley leans over, resting his weight precariously on one elbow, and yanks the drawer open. And lo! -- let there be a box of condoms.

His expression is flat-out relieved. "I did not want to have to go downstairs," he says, and then he's tangling himself up in Chloe again, sinking his hand into her hair (and, belatedly, kicking off his sneakers onto the floor).

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"What, not even George Bush in a tutu can help you this time?"

But Chloe's relieved that somehow those condoms had gotten there because she doesn't want him to leave. Not for a long, long time anyway. She smiles up at him and pulls his head down to kiss him again.

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"Even if it was a really, really pink frilly one," he agrees fervently, and he settles in with her.

And it's not flawless, like first times together aren't; it's awkward and halting and they both keep laughing at inopportune moments but -- it's pretty close to perfect. As long as it's Chloe Sullivan moving with him, Riley doesn't care about anything else.

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In the morning, Riley is:

Wearing only a pair of (backward) black boxers with neon orange ghosts on them. Well, and the blankets.

Sprawled out with his hair hopelessly messy, and with one arm around Chloe.

Sleeping like the dead.