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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"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.

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"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."

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

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"Apparently. Just like last night, huh?"

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He laughs and says smugly, "Well, I didn't think those were hidden ones."

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"Maybe not the kissing, but you know..." She waggles her eyebrows suggestively at him and chuckles. "I, um, it was really great, Riley.

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Riley cheerfully waggles his eyebrows right back, and then his expression softens and he smiles at her. "Yeah. It was. Maybe," and he reaches out, carefully brushes blonde hair out of her eyes, "because you're just so amazing, Miss Sullivan."

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"Not to sound all cliche, but it takes two to tango, Mr. Poole. Vertical or otherwise." Chloe giggles and rolls her eyes at how stupid that just sounded before rolling on to her back. "Wow, that was dumb. We're liek a couple of lovesick teens discovering sex for the first time, aren't we?"

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"Well, I meant more in general than in the horizontal tangoing sense, but, that too." And then he throws his head back and laughs. "And neither of us are teenagers!" Anymore.

Which is a thing to celebrate, really.

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She pokes at his arm, rolling her eyes at him as she shakes her head. "You are way too happy about that."

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"No such thing," he says, almost before she's finished speaking.

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"You are such a guy," Chloe answers, laughing at him.

[shortofcrazy]

Riley strikes a VERY MANLY pose.

While lying down, tangled in the sheets.

Uhh.

Somehow.

"Why, yes, I am," he says, in a ridiculous deep voice.

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That pose is almost enough to make Chloe want to get out of bed and grab her camera. Because, while it may look sexy standing up, tangled in the sheets, it does not.

But lying down next to him is way too comfortable to bother, and her hands cover her mouth as she giggles at him, squirming in hysterics.

She is in a very, very good modo this morning.

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"What?

"--Shut up, it was manly, not funny. So not funny." Riley pouts.



For about two seconds. Then he's grinning broadly and prodding her in the side a little, just to see how much more he can make her squirm.

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She keeps giggling at him, because it's so much more fun than answering seriously. But when he prouds her in the side, she reflexively jerks as she laughs and squirms at the touch.

Chloe never liked being ticklish much.

"Mmm, stop," laugh, "'at," more laughter, "Riley!"