SV/SPN fic: Nowhere to Run (17-19/?)
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xtremeroswelliaTitle: Nowhere to Run: Part Two
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural crossover
Rated: R for violence, language and sexual content
Pairing: Chloe/Sam
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I’d have a lot more money than the 75 cents in my pocket, so yeah. Not mine. :P Don’t sue. Thanks.
Author’s Note: Title inspired by the song “Snow White Queen” by Evanescence.
Note: This part's shorter than the previous two parts. I'm back at work so I have less time right now. :/ Hope to have more up by Friday!!
Parts 1-7 | Parts 8-16 | Parts 17-19 | Parts 20-23
Seventeen
Sam woke up first.
His arm was draped around her waist, her back pressed against his stomach. His face was buried in her blonde hair, her body warm and soft against his own. He inhaled slowly, taking in the scent of her papaya shampoo and closing his eyes momentarily.
When he opened them again, he found himself gazing down at her intently, watching the way the rays from the morning sun played across her skin. It made it seem like she was glowing.
She was breathtaking.
And he wanted to kiss her again.
Sam drew in another breath and let it out slowly. There were so many reasons that was a bad idea, he didn’t even know where to start. He was already consciously aware of the fact he was far too attached to the beautiful blonde reporter for his own good.
Leaving would not be an easy thing this time.
Unable to stop himself, he gently smoothed some hair back from her face, his thumb brushing her soft cheek.
Last night when she’d kissed him, he’d felt more alive than he’d felt since before Jess had died.
Swallowing hard, he pressed a feather light kiss to her forehead.
And this time when he looked down at her, he found himself gazing into her emerald green eyes.
Eighteen
Chloe awoke to the feel of a soft kiss against her forehead. Opening her eyes, she looked up to see Sam gazing down at her intently. Her heart skipped a beat as she found herself unable to look away from him.
Waking up beside someone she’d met only the day before was something Chloe wasn’’t used to doing.
Ever.
Of course, they hadn’t done anything but sleep. They were both still fully clothed and Sam had been a complete gentleman. She’d kissed him, he’d returned the soft pressure, and then they’d talked for a few minutes before he settled in behind her, wrapping her in a protective embrace that made her feel safe for the rest of the night as she slept nightmare-free for the first time in weeks.
“Morning,” she whispered, still gazing at him.
“Morning,” Sam said back softly .”How’d you sleep?””
“Much better. Thank you for staying with me.”
He smiled faintly and she got the distinct impression he wanted to say something, but was holding back for some reason.
“Sam? What is it?”
“Hmm?” He shook his head a little. “Nothing.” He slowly pulled away from her and she felt the loss of warmth from his body keenly.
Swallowing hard, Chloe slowly sat up as well, tucking some hair behind her ears. “Hungry?”
“Starving.”
“We could go downstairs for breakfast,” she suggested, watching as he looked out the window.
“Sounds good.”
“I’m gonna change clothes.” Chloe rose to her feet, moving toward the closet and glancing at him.
“Oh. Right.” He smiled sheepishly. “I’ll give you some privacy. I need to see if Dean’s up yet anyway.” He headed for the door.
She watched him go, biting her lower lip as he shut the door behind him. She leaned her head against the closet door, closing her eyes.
Chloe Sullivan didn’t just fall for any guy that came along. But when she fell, she tended to fall very hard and very fast.
Sam Winchester was special.
And she was already dreading what would happen when he and his brother left town and moved on to help the next damsel in distress.
Nineteen
Sam had no sooner stepped outside Chloe’s bedroom and into the living room when he was faced with his brother’s wide, knowing smirk. “Save it,”” he said, shooting Dean a look.
“Save what?” Dean’s smirk widened even more and Sam decided if it got any wider it would certainly break his brother’s face.
If he didn’t do it first.
“Nothing happened.”
“I bet.”
He glared at Dean briefly. God he was annoying sometimes. “We’re going to get some breakfast downstairs. Think you can pull your head out of your ass long enough to come along?”
“Ooh, someone’s testy.” Dean smirked. “You know, if you keep that up I’ll start thinking nothing really did happen in there.””
Sam rolled his eyes, grabbing his bag from the floor and heading toward the bathroom. ““Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural crossover
Rated: R for violence, language and sexual content
Pairing: Chloe/Sam
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I’d have a lot more money than the 75 cents in my pocket, so yeah. Not mine. :P Don’t sue. Thanks.
Author’s Note: Title inspired by the song “Snow White Queen” by Evanescence.
Note: This part's shorter than the previous two parts. I'm back at work so I have less time right now. :/ Hope to have more up by Friday!!
Parts 1-7 | Parts 8-16 | Parts 17-19 | Parts 20-23
Seventeen
Sam woke up first.
His arm was draped around her waist, her back pressed against his stomach. His face was buried in her blonde hair, her body warm and soft against his own. He inhaled slowly, taking in the scent of her papaya shampoo and closing his eyes momentarily.
When he opened them again, he found himself gazing down at her intently, watching the way the rays from the morning sun played across her skin. It made it seem like she was glowing.
She was breathtaking.
And he wanted to kiss her again.
Sam drew in another breath and let it out slowly. There were so many reasons that was a bad idea, he didn’t even know where to start. He was already consciously aware of the fact he was far too attached to the beautiful blonde reporter for his own good.
Leaving would not be an easy thing this time.
Unable to stop himself, he gently smoothed some hair back from her face, his thumb brushing her soft cheek.
Last night when she’d kissed him, he’d felt more alive than he’d felt since before Jess had died.
Swallowing hard, he pressed a feather light kiss to her forehead.
And this time when he looked down at her, he found himself gazing into her emerald green eyes.
Eighteen
Chloe awoke to the feel of a soft kiss against her forehead. Opening her eyes, she looked up to see Sam gazing down at her intently. Her heart skipped a beat as she found herself unable to look away from him.
Waking up beside someone she’d met only the day before was something Chloe wasn’’t used to doing.
Ever.
Of course, they hadn’t done anything but sleep. They were both still fully clothed and Sam had been a complete gentleman. She’d kissed him, he’d returned the soft pressure, and then they’d talked for a few minutes before he settled in behind her, wrapping her in a protective embrace that made her feel safe for the rest of the night as she slept nightmare-free for the first time in weeks.
“Morning,” she whispered, still gazing at him.
“Morning,” Sam said back softly .”How’d you sleep?””
“Much better. Thank you for staying with me.”
He smiled faintly and she got the distinct impression he wanted to say something, but was holding back for some reason.
“Sam? What is it?”
“Hmm?” He shook his head a little. “Nothing.” He slowly pulled away from her and she felt the loss of warmth from his body keenly.
Swallowing hard, Chloe slowly sat up as well, tucking some hair behind her ears. “Hungry?”
“Starving.”
“We could go downstairs for breakfast,” she suggested, watching as he looked out the window.
“Sounds good.”
“I’m gonna change clothes.” Chloe rose to her feet, moving toward the closet and glancing at him.
“Oh. Right.” He smiled sheepishly. “I’ll give you some privacy. I need to see if Dean’s up yet anyway.” He headed for the door.
She watched him go, biting her lower lip as he shut the door behind him. She leaned her head against the closet door, closing her eyes.
Chloe Sullivan didn’t just fall for any guy that came along. But when she fell, she tended to fall very hard and very fast.
Sam Winchester was special.
And she was already dreading what would happen when he and his brother left town and moved on to help the next damsel in distress.
Nineteen
Sam had no sooner stepped outside Chloe’s bedroom and into the living room when he was faced with his brother’s wide, knowing smirk. “Save it,”” he said, shooting Dean a look.
“Save what?” Dean’s smirk widened even more and Sam decided if it got any wider it would certainly break his brother’s face.
If he didn’t do it first.
“Nothing happened.”
“I bet.”
He glared at Dean briefly. God he was annoying sometimes. “We’re going to get some breakfast downstairs. Think you can pull your head out of your ass long enough to come along?”
“Ooh, someone’s testy.” Dean smirked. “You know, if you keep that up I’ll start thinking nothing really did happen in there.””
Sam rolled his eyes, grabbing his bag from the floor and heading toward the bathroom. ““Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
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