Smallville

Walking away slowly, Chloe clutched her purple sequinned purse tightly in her hand as she wandered aimlessly, getting lost in the cavernous corridors of the now ancestral Luthor mansion, admiring the sound of her heels on the mahogany floor as she did so. Thinking about all that had happened, flashes of the fierce make-out session that had gone on in the bathroom before Lois appeared flashing in her head.

She smiled to herself as she heard Clark’s yell of her name. She’d known he wasn’t as stupid as to stay in there and try and battle out the tension when he could simply chase after her instead. She giggled as she felt a large hand close around her wrist, feeling herself propelled backwards against a strong, solid chest. As always, it reminded her just how special Clark was, and how lucky she was to be his best friend. Or did she count as his lover now? No. Not yet.

“I’m not going anywhere…not without you.” She assured him as she turned around, smirking slightly from the touch of his lips to her ear, her emerald eyes twinkling in the dimly lit corridor. “But I don’t think we should stay here.” She said in a more serious tone. “Lex really doesn’t like people wandering around on their own in his house.” She said, remembering the time of the second meteor shower when he had found her in the destruction of the cherry room after Clark pulled his vault to bits.

Chloe smiled up at him, her head tilted to the side, her mid length pale golden hair sliding off one side of her pale, almost porcelain like skin, her glossy pink lips twisted into a genuine, broad grin as she slipped her hand into his.

“…How do you like the idea of visiting my old apartment, in Smallville?”