Be Careful What You Wish For
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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
7,470
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've Put My Trust In You
Chapter Eleven: I’ve Put My Trust In You
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pushed as far as I can go
for all this
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His scarred chest was alternately rough and smooth, and surprisingly hot against her face. The strong arms surrounding her made her feel unbelievably safe and Chloe could sense the low rumble in his chest as he crooned her name against the top of her head.
Chloe could only get bits of what he was saying. Most of the noises he made were only guttural sounds to her, a cryptic music interlaced with phrases she understood.
And all of it sent caressing shivers down her spine.
“Please don’t leave me,” he begged softly as he began to caress and stroke her back soothingly.
Chloe shuddered at the balm of his hands, the symphony of his voice and a fat tear fell from her cheek landing on his scar, curving across branded skin a bright trail of sparks when gravity claimed the tear and he hissed sharply, then groaned.
His groan was a low, deep sound of want that echoed through her as he kissed her temple, one hand trailing up to tangle in her hair while the other pressed her closer.
“Do you need me as much as I need you?” he whispered in a voice thickened with want.
She moaned at the energy radiating from him.
His breath, his lips were hot against her cheek. “Will you trust me, my beautiful, beautiful Chloe?”
She shuddered as his large hands cradled her face and tilted it upwards.
“Keep your eyes closed.”
He stroked the soft skin of her cheek bones with his thumbs and kissed away the remnants of her tears, electricity arced through her and Chloe’s whole being hummed in his hands. Even through her closed eyelids, maybe even better because of them, she could see that he glowed brightly with a brilliant energy that surrounded her.
Surrounded her in a haze of blue, gold and red.
“Name me.” His voice, shaded by red need, was deep, husky, pleading.
“Kal-el.” Chloe breathed as his lips brushed against hers.
It was the softest, sweetest, most cherishingly tender kiss she’d ever dreamt of. She could have floated in that breathtaking golden energy for eternity.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her fingers in demon-dark hair as he deepened the kiss. His hands wandered and Chloe moaned as his fingertips stroked across her skin.
“Fuck now?” Kal whispered plaintively.
Chloe opened her eyes and lost herself in universe of blue desire. She laughed and tilted her head back inviting the rain of kisses that fell on her face, on her throat.
“Oh, yes, Kal-el. Yes. Fuck now.”
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Comments, critiques, fanfic faerie chow always welcome here, or at shelia452@hotmail.com. Remember feedback is a terrible thing to keep to yourself.
**************
pushed as far as I can go
for all this
**************
His scarred chest was alternately rough and smooth, and surprisingly hot against her face. The strong arms surrounding her made her feel unbelievably safe and Chloe could sense the low rumble in his chest as he crooned her name against the top of her head.
Chloe could only get bits of what he was saying. Most of the noises he made were only guttural sounds to her, a cryptic music interlaced with phrases she understood.
And all of it sent caressing shivers down her spine.
“Please don’t leave me,” he begged softly as he began to caress and stroke her back soothingly.
Chloe shuddered at the balm of his hands, the symphony of his voice and a fat tear fell from her cheek landing on his scar, curving across branded skin a bright trail of sparks when gravity claimed the tear and he hissed sharply, then groaned.
His groan was a low, deep sound of want that echoed through her as he kissed her temple, one hand trailing up to tangle in her hair while the other pressed her closer.
“Do you need me as much as I need you?” he whispered in a voice thickened with want.
She moaned at the energy radiating from him.
His breath, his lips were hot against her cheek. “Will you trust me, my beautiful, beautiful Chloe?”
She shuddered as his large hands cradled her face and tilted it upwards.
“Keep your eyes closed.”
He stroked the soft skin of her cheek bones with his thumbs and kissed away the remnants of her tears, electricity arced through her and Chloe’s whole being hummed in his hands. Even through her closed eyelids, maybe even better because of them, she could see that he glowed brightly with a brilliant energy that surrounded her.
Surrounded her in a haze of blue, gold and red.
“Name me.” His voice, shaded by red need, was deep, husky, pleading.
“Kal-el.” Chloe breathed as his lips brushed against hers.
It was the softest, sweetest, most cherishingly tender kiss she’d ever dreamt of. She could have floated in that breathtaking golden energy for eternity.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her fingers in demon-dark hair as he deepened the kiss. His hands wandered and Chloe moaned as his fingertips stroked across her skin.
“Fuck now?” Kal whispered plaintively.
Chloe opened her eyes and lost herself in universe of blue desire. She laughed and tilted her head back inviting the rain of kisses that fell on her face, on her throat.
“Oh, yes, Kal-el. Yes. Fuck now.”
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Comments, critiques, fanfic faerie chow always welcome here, or at shelia452@hotmail.com. Remember feedback is a terrible thing to keep to yourself.