Be Careful What You Wish For
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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
7,469
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
I Need A Little Room To Breathe
Chapter Ten:
I Need A Little Room To Breathe
***************
'cause I'm one step closer to the edge
and I'm about to break
***************
It was hard to process anything resembling coherent thought with two hundred plus pounds of naked male, naked *aroused* male pressing into her, and with the very air around her a constant vibration of light and sound, energy that arrowed through her body.
Chloe was hyperaware of everything and she trembled. There was just so much sensation; the colors of his voice reverberating through her as he whispered in her ear, the sound of his hands tightening possessively on her hips, the feel of his cock thick, thick and hot pressing into her belly and she could do nothing but moan and helplessly press back against him.
His skin seemed to vibrate; he was dynamic and hard, all demanding muscle against her eager softness. Chloe took a deep breath and moaned again as his scent filled her; raw, feral, male and she recognized want and need unfurl in the very cells of her body.
Resonating *his* want and need and *more*.
*His fear.*
*His anger.*
*And his vast, vast loneliness.*
Chloe understood, recognized, deep in her soul, deep in the very core of her being, that she knew him.
But she didn’t know *how*.
Chloe stood there trembling, confusion and want written clearly on her body, it was if someone had shifted reality on her and she could almost grasp the enormity of it all, but like her visions it was just a ghost of a taste.
*Kal-el*.
She shuddered when he growled softly into her hair. He drew back and smiled at her; bright, brilliant, joyful and his eyes smoldered indigo lust as he lowered his head.
*Vicious memory mocked and twisted the knife.*
*Don’t you wish.*
Chloe gasped at the abrupt pain, and couldn’t help herself; she tried to pull away, and cried out as she felt his arms slide around her, locking her against him. She struggled for a moment and when she couldn’t pull away, Chloe flew against him, hugging him tightly as she buried her face in his chest.
He lowered his head, resting his cheek against the top of her head.
“My beautiful Chloe,” he whispered.
And she cried.
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next
Chapter Eleven: I’ve Put My Trust In You
Comments, critiques, fanfic faerie chow always welcome here, or at shelia452@hotmail.com. Remember feedback is a terrible thing to keep to yourself.
I Need A Little Room To Breathe
***************
'cause I'm one step closer to the edge
and I'm about to break
***************
It was hard to process anything resembling coherent thought with two hundred plus pounds of naked male, naked *aroused* male pressing into her, and with the very air around her a constant vibration of light and sound, energy that arrowed through her body.
Chloe was hyperaware of everything and she trembled. There was just so much sensation; the colors of his voice reverberating through her as he whispered in her ear, the sound of his hands tightening possessively on her hips, the feel of his cock thick, thick and hot pressing into her belly and she could do nothing but moan and helplessly press back against him.
His skin seemed to vibrate; he was dynamic and hard, all demanding muscle against her eager softness. Chloe took a deep breath and moaned again as his scent filled her; raw, feral, male and she recognized want and need unfurl in the very cells of her body.
Resonating *his* want and need and *more*.
*His fear.*
*His anger.*
*And his vast, vast loneliness.*
Chloe understood, recognized, deep in her soul, deep in the very core of her being, that she knew him.
But she didn’t know *how*.
Chloe stood there trembling, confusion and want written clearly on her body, it was if someone had shifted reality on her and she could almost grasp the enormity of it all, but like her visions it was just a ghost of a taste.
*Kal-el*.
She shuddered when he growled softly into her hair. He drew back and smiled at her; bright, brilliant, joyful and his eyes smoldered indigo lust as he lowered his head.
*Vicious memory mocked and twisted the knife.*
*Don’t you wish.*
Chloe gasped at the abrupt pain, and couldn’t help herself; she tried to pull away, and cried out as she felt his arms slide around her, locking her against him. She struggled for a moment and when she couldn’t pull away, Chloe flew against him, hugging him tightly as she buried her face in his chest.
He lowered his head, resting his cheek against the top of her head.
“My beautiful Chloe,” he whispered.
And she cried.
**************
next
Chapter Eleven: I’ve Put My Trust In You
Comments, critiques, fanfic faerie chow always welcome here, or at shelia452@hotmail.com. Remember feedback is a terrible thing to keep to yourself.