Mr. Intergalactic Traveller

AN: *hugs for C* No problem chica, they’re always worth it when you’ve hoarded enough coffee. I just always get enough coffee that it isn’t a problem.

Chloe’s look of ‘rabbit caught in headlights’ shock slowly turned into a bright, broad grin that lit up her whole face, bringing lights into her bright green eyes that danced as she beamed up at him, giggling as he brought his hands up to his sides and paused, looking as adorably awkward as ever.

He finally appeared to come to a decision, and the right one in her eyes, and pulled her into his arms, her head automatically fitting beneath his chin perfectly as always. She closed her eyes, his heartbeat meeting her ears for a moment, a soothing, familiar sound. It was slightly slower than a normal human’s, which probably meant, in theory, that he would live longer than a human.

She looked up into his eyes adoringly as he gently pressed her back, her broad grin faded to a warm, gentle smile. “Missed you too Mr. Intergalactic Traveller…” she muttered in reply, her eyes twinkling. She blinked as he seemed to lean down towards her, his face looming ever closer to hers? He wasn’t going to…? Was he? Her eyes drifted close in spite of her cynical nature; sure his lips were going to meet hers.

But just as she felt his lips draw close enough to hers that their breath mingled, and she could smell, almost taste the mint in his, a deep voice, a familiar voice, rumbled nearby. She sighed almost inaudibly as Clark drew back and let go of her, a wry, embarrassed smile quirking her lips as Bruce Wayne stood beside her, his hand on her mid back giving off the usual, protective signals. But it wasn’t like Clark would think at all. Bruce had asked her out many times, sure, but she had refused, hoping against hope Clark would miraculously fly out of nowhere. And now he had.

“Bruce, meet Clark Kent. My best friend in the whole universe.” She smirked slightly at the irony of this, his eyes twinkling again. ‘He’s just a friend’ she mouthed to Clark. Then her eyes fell on Lois, who had appeared at Clark’s side, looking curious. She shrieked, surging forward from Bruce’s side to throw her arms around her older cousin, hugging her tight. “Ohmigosh! Lo!” she exclaimed, feeling so happy to see her that she didn’t care how girly and unprofessional she sounded.

Finally she released her, still beaming, and looked over to Bruce, who wore an amused expression at her public display of elation at seeing Lois. “Um, Bruce, could Clark and I have a moment to catch up? I haven’t seen him in a long time. I’ll leave you in my cousin, Lois Lane’s capable hands.” She told him with a smirk, slipping her hand into Clark’s and gently leading him away to the side, sitting down at a table.