Thirst Smallville Novels & Stories

(Morgan's POV) Thirst woke me, my throat so dry I was almost convinced I was going to choke on the air I was breathing. My tongue felt dry and thick, and there was only one thought reverberating through my throbbing skull... water. I sat up and looked around the small, empty cabin. No Flynn. No Owen. No Oliver. No stutterer. No one to ask to bring me a drink. Fuck. With no other options, I pulled myself to my feet, my body aching all the while, then stumbled toward the jug on the bureau, using the table for support as soon as I was close enough.

They look better than they did before. Suddenly a sharp pain that went unnoticed because of the fire pierces the back of my throat and my throat begs for a relief I know only water can bring. I begin to clutch my throat as I make choking and struggling noises. "Zel what's wrong?" Klara asks worriedly. I dart out of the room and run down the stairs. I run into the kitchen and pull open the fridge to grab a bottle of chilled water. Ripping the cap off I tilt the bottle into my mouth and start to drink as fast as I can. I can't help my thirst. It feels like I have been without water for days, no it feels like I'm tasting water for the first time and I can't get enough of it. Before I know it th

Alexis was hesitant, not sure who she was and when she glanced over at Maverick he seemed irritated not sure why "Come on sweetie drink the water...it's chilled" she added and moved the glass cup close until it connected with her lips. Alexis was nervous as she parted her lips to welcome the crystal-like cold water moisturizing her tongue. She took a large gulp than she intended to, swallowing the cool water down soothing her dry throat, and only then did she realize how thirsty she was that she took the entire glass from the woman and gulped down the entire liquid until she had finished all of it

It's six o'clock in the evening and I'm quite hungry and thirsty. "You're awake," he said with a smile. "C-can I have some water? I'm thirsty.” I asked him. My throat is very dry because of lack of water. He immediately supported me and quietly took water and then gave it to me to drink. "Thank you," I tried to smile. He smiled at me and looked at me intently in my eyes. His gaze is familiar to me. I feel like I knew him before because that look he had on me was strange.

The hunger eased a little, not gone completely but enough that I could think again without feeling like I was dying. Thirst hit me next, hard and immediate. My tongue felt thick and my throat burned. I sniffed the air until I caught the faint, clean smell of water, then followed it deeper into the territory I shouldn’t have been in. The stream appeared between the trees, silver and moving fast. I hurried toward it, lowering my head and drinking until the cold numbed my jaw. For the first time in days, I wasn’t shaking.

She wasn’t going to completely trust this man not to do anything sneaky. She stayed awake the entire drive. Hours went by and it didn’t seem like the mercenary was stopping for anything, not even to take a piss. Her mouth had gone dry. She’d already been thirsty back at the caravan and she was now parched. Her lips were peeling with how dry they were. She was to the point she thought she might do anything for a drop of water. Thirst was the first thing she found that made her desperate. The hours passed much slower than when she was riding in the back of the caravan. So slow that she was starting to lose her mind. All she could focus on was the touch of the mercenaries hand on her stomach an

Pain ripped through her body, hot and searing, like her veins were on fire. She gasped, stumbling, then collapsed onto her knees with a strangled scream. “Chloe!” Valerius was beside her in an instant, his hands bracing her shoulders as she writhed. “What is it? Tell me what’s happening.” Her nails clawed into the dirt, her whole body shuddering. She lifted her head, eyes wild, lips trembling. “I’m… I’m so thirsty.” His jaw tightened. “There’s no water here, we’ll go further down, I’ll…”

A rim of cool metal presses against my lips. Liquid sloshes at the barrier of cracked skin, cooling, life giving. Water. The moment I taste it I realize how thirsty I am. My throat aches with dryness. I drink greedily, gulp after gulp, until the cup is empty. I'm panting when I'm done, my throat burns. “Easy there. That’s it,” the voice murmurs, “slow breaths.” I inhale, shaky. My vision blurs, then begins to sharpen.

as she pushed the blunt into Becky's hand and she turned her champagne glass all the way up. Becky gave in and she took herself a big long toke. She turned beet red and she instantly started to cough like her lungs were slap cut off. She started to drool and once she caught her breath, she looked up at them and she grinned as she tried to wipe the saliva off of her face with her pajama sleeve. She picked her glass up and she guzzled down it's contents in a few big gulps. She looked at Caine and she asked him, "why am I so damned thirsty right now?" Josh threw his head back and he laughed from his belly and he said, "because you are as high as a moon cricket my dear princess."

It was like he was speaking to a kitten with its claws out. I didn't know notice my thirst before. When Chase mentioned it, I felt my throat run dry. It felt like I have been starved of moisture for months. "I knew you were going to get something." I said to save my slipping dignity, "Don't change the subject Chase. This is not the effect of drugs or alcohol at work here. I like you. No, cancel that. I love you, Chase." Chase went to the kitchen and took a glass cup. He grabbed a bottled water from the fridge before sitting back down.