OOM: Chloe's room in Milliways

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[From here.]

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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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.

[shortofcrazy]

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.

[shortofcrazy]

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."

[shortofcrazy]

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."

[shortofcrazy]

"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."

[shortofcrazy]

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.

[shortofcrazy]

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.

[shortofcrazy]

"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.

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There's sunlight starting to sneak past through the window shades and it's slightly annoying as Chloe tries to bury her head closer into Riley's chest. She's wearing only her tanktop (sans bra) and panties - the kind with small yellow and purple flowers on it. And the blankets.

But Riley makes a wonderful pillow, and Chloe doesn't quite want to get up yet.

[shortofcrazy]

Well, that's good, because Riley is fast asleep.

Ergo, not moving.

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Sadly, the sun keeps getting into Chloe's eyes and she slowly opens them. It takes her a couple of seconds to realize that there: a, is a guy in her bed, and b, that guy is Riley Poole.

She smiles, giggling quietly, and places a light kiss on the bare skin to try and wake him up.

[shortofcrazy]

Riley protests wordlessly without opening his eyes, twitching away from whatever is tickling him.

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Unfortunately for Riley, Chloe's a stubborn one. And therefore kisses him again. And again. And again, until he agrees on opening his eyes.

[shortofcrazy]

"Nnnghhhhhhhh," says Riley eloquently to this assault on his shoulder, and he rolls onto his back and opens his eyes.

There is this ... peach and yellow blur, there, leaning over him. He blinks, squints hard without his contacts to aid him -- and the blur resolves itself into Chloe's face.

He smiles fuzzily and immediately makes a half-awake attempt to smooth his hair. "Hey."

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Chloe really, really doesn't care about the way his hair looks right about now. It's adorable and messy and she likes it like that because it's him, waking up in her bed after one of the best nights of her life.

She props herself up on to her side to watch him, leaning her head on her hand. He really does look adorable - no, he still looks really hot - right about now.

"Good morning. Did you sleep okay?"

[shortofcrazy]

He opens his mouth -- and immediately has to cover a huge yawn with the back of his hand. Suave, Poole, real suave.

"Yeah," he says, and he leans over and kisses her quickly on the cheek because he just can't help himself. "Did you?"

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"Really, really good," Chloe replies, kissing him back on the lips. "You make a good pillow, Riley Poole."

[shortofcrazy]

"One of my many hidden talents," he says, nodding.

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"Apparently. Just like last night, huh?"