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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
6,245
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Part Ten
Chapter Twenty
Chloe opened the Kent’s front door quietly with respect for the lateness of the hour. Not that she thought Clark would be asleep. With all of his hovering the past week she figured he’d been waiting up for her to get back from her “evening with Lana”. But she knew that Mrs. Kent was due back earlier that day and she certainly deserved all the rest she could manage to squeeze into her busy, unpredictable life.
And she was right. She’d no more then stepped across the threshold when Clark was there in front of her, checking her over so thoroughly that she wondered, for a moment, if she’d been x-rayed.
She knew that she’d need to tell Clark about her trip to Metropolis; had never meant to lie about it longer than it took to get there without him beating her to LuthorCorp and killing Lex. But the whole ordeal had exhausted her, mentally and physically, and more than anything she just wanted the day to end. Still, Clark was her best friend, a role at which he’d definitely excelled since her return, and he deserved the truth.
Stepping around him, Chloe caught his hand and led him towards the couch. Pushing him gently onto the cushions, she sat down next to him and rested her head on his warm, sturdy shoulder.
Clark was worried. A Chloe who didn’t talk…a lot, was a Chloe who was clearly hurting. Not that she’d been particularly chatty lately, but she’d seemed to be getting better. He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened during her afternoon with Lana. Whatever his reasons for letting things with Lana die out, she wasn’t an inherently cruel person. She might not notice Chloe’s suffering, especially if Chloe was trying to conceal it, but she wouldn’t do anything to purposefully hurt her. Which left him, once again at a loss for–
“I saw Lex.”
And there was his answer. The thought that, after what he did, Lex would have the nerve to show his face in Smallville, much less confront Chloe, left him seething with rage.
“Where?” He asked, not really caring, but needing a moment to regain control of his volatile emotions before hearing what had occurred.
“In his office,” she offered, hesitantly. “I went to Metropolis.”
She cringed in anticipation of the explosion she was certain would follow such a confession. What came instead both shocked and warmed her.
“Chloe.”
Not a reprimand, not a prelude to a lecture, but a single word that seemed almost too small to carry the sympathy, concern, and bewilderment with which he imbued it.
“It wasn’t like that Clark,” here eyes rose to meet his, to sooth his worries. “He has people following me.”
The relief Clark felt that Chloe hadn’t gone to Lex because of any misplaced, lingering feelings was quickly replaced by confusion at her revelation.
“Why?”
Chloe was still wondering the same thing, although she gave Clark the official party line. “Lex says that they’re security. He says I could be in danger from any of those people, besides me, whose lives the Luthors have ruined if it became known that I lived with him as his,” her voice choked slightly, “wife.”
Clark knew that, with his powers, it was dangerous for him to carry so much hate, and yet it swelled anew as Chloe’s scarcely healing wounds were ripped back open. And it wasn’t just that. Something about the situation, about Lex’s behavior, was starting to bother him on a deeper level. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it; it was simply a vague, but growing presence in the back of his mind. But before he could pin it down, Chloe continued.
“Whatever he claims, Clark, I think this is about your secret.” But she didn’t; not really.
Despite what she had said to Lex, Chloe knew that if he wanted to have her, Clark, or anyone else on the face of the Earth followed then he would, and he wouldn’t bother to justify himself. It left her at a loss for a way to explain his actions; his reasoning not even a consideration in her mind.
“Maybe I should leave.”
“No,” the denial shot from Clark before the sentence had fully left her mouth. “Chloe, no.”
Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close as if he could keep her there where she was safe; where he could protect her. “It’s not fair, Chloe. I know that the farm has always made you feel safe. Lex has done enough to you; he doesn’t get to take this from you to.”
His willingness to protect her, even if it might reveal things he’d done so much to keep hidden brought tears to her eyes and she burrowed into his chest until they passed. When the emotions receded, if only a little, she felt obliged to at least attempt to embody the voice of reason.
“Clark, you know I’ll be going home Monday when I start back to work.”
He did, but he tried not to dwell on it. It was silly because he knew that it would be good for Chloe to get back to work and, more than that, that he could be there, any time he chose or she needed, within seconds. And yet it wasn’t the same as having her there within arms reach.
Then, of course, was the troubling thought that not only would she be further away from him, but she’d be closer to Lex. Lex, who was clearly still playing some kind of game.
“I know,” he conceded, despite his misgivings. “But that still leaves you a few days of relaxation before it’s back to the Daily Planet grind. How ‘bout we don’t worry about anything ‘til then?”
Chloe nodded her silent assent against his chest and Clark’s arms tightened ever so slightly. He’d held her hundreds of times, but it had never felt like this. Suddenly his mind was flooded with moments where he could have said something, done something different; made other choices and changed everything.
But he wasn’t going to make the mistake of getting mired in useless wishing again. Chloe was there with him now. He’d been miraculously granted a second chance; and, this time, he wasn’t going to waste it.
Chapter Twenty One
His eyes – they always mesmerized her. No matter what Lex couldn’t bring himself to say there was a wealth of words in those beautiful eyes.
She watched his head move down until his lips whispered over hers, tongue skating across her lower lip before slipping past to dance along her own.
As his hands moved to the thin, lacy straps of her nightdress she felt them fall as his fingers followed, sending shivers to racing across her skin. His gentle kisses moved to her newly bared shoulder and Chloe whimpered out her need for more.
The smile he gave her sent flutters through her stomach as he stepped back and let the gown pool at her feet. His unwavering stare would have embarrassed her but there was a reverence in his gaze that stole her breath.
He pulled her to him once more and kissed her with an urgency that she couldn’t understand, as if he thought at any moment she would disappear. She wondered, briefly, where else he could possibly imagine she would want to be, but his mouth, so demanding on hers, made coherent thought impossible; and when she was next able to process her surroundings, she was lying on the bed while Lex stripped off the last of his clothes.
She watched in anticipation as he knelt next to her and gently parted her legs, leaning down to place tender kisses along the inside of her thighs. Shuddered with longing as he worked his way upward, she cried out at the shockwaves that rippled through her body as his tongue rasped over her sensitive flesh.
She couldn’t still her hips as he increased the pace of his caress, but every time Chloe reached the edge of fulfillment he pulled back until she was almost incoherent with need. Finally Lex moved over her and her legs spread further, desperate to have him inside of her.
She felt him capture a straining nipple with his lips and draw it into the warmth of his mouth. The desire began to pool within her, and as he positioned himself against her, her hips rose up to meet him.
Releasing her breast, he looked up at her. The need was written clearly on his face and Chloe knew what to do.
“I love you.”
With a gasp, Chloe’s eyes flew open. It always ended there in her dreams as it did in her life; because the awful truth was that she did still love Lex.
She’d never been good at not caring for the people, even when they’d hurt her; and figuring out how to stop loving someone was almost entirely beyond her capability. After all, it had taken years of flogging herself with Clark’s love for Lana before she’d managed to put her feelings for him behind her.
With Lex it was even harder because they’d actually been together and she couldn’t exorcise the memories of him holding her, touching her from her head. And worse than that, Lex didn’t seem to be willing to let go.
She couldn’t understand what he hoped to gain by continuing his charade. He couldn’t actually think that he could get anymore information from her about Clark. And that left her at a complete and utter loss as to his real motivations.
A small, dark part of her whispered that it might be possible; he could be sincere. And Chloe hated that voice; hated Lex for encouraging it.
But, most of all, she hated herself. Because even though he’d kidnapped her, lied to her, and shattered her heart, she so badly wanted it to be true.
“I love you.”
It always started there for him; with the words he cherished with everything in him and desperately longed to hear again.
In those hazy moments between wakefulness and sleep they came to him; bewitching memories in dreams he ached to live and from which he dreaded waking. And so he let the images swallow him as he fell headlong into the only thing keeping him sane.
Being inside of Chloe was the bliss he’d searched for for years in drugs and alcohol. It wasn’t just the feel of her – hot and slick, pulling him ever deeper – it was the wonder that went with being a part of someone who loved him with no ulterior motive, no subterfuge.
Looking down into her face he felt the burning desire within him crest higher as he watched passion play across her face. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure, her skin flushed with their exertions, and her teeth worried her lush, lower lip as sensations seemed to roll across her in soft shudders.
Leaning close, he replaced her teeth with his and drew her tender lip in, soothing the delicate flesh with his tongue. As he deepened the kiss, Chloe moaned lowly into his mouth and the soft sound – proof of her need for him – stripped him of his customary discipline and his thrusts took on a near frantic quality as he drove himself further into her; her own surging hips echoing his fervor.
Suddenly he felt the building tension in his body snap as cries of satisfaction and barely intelligible words of love fell from her lips. The unconscious declarations pushed him past the point of ecstasy into completion and with a few, last, uncontrolled movements he felt his release spill from him.
It was his own voice that woke him and Lex laid there silently, trying to will away the demand in aching shaft. There was no pleasure to be found in other women and although he could give himself an immediate relief the lack of emotion, the lack of Chloe left him unsatisfied in ways that were merely heightened by physical release.
As he finally began to calm, to regain control of his body, he realized that the time to actively pursue Chloe had arrived. It had to be now, because he honestly didn’t know how much longer he could function without her.
TBC
Chloe opened the Kent’s front door quietly with respect for the lateness of the hour. Not that she thought Clark would be asleep. With all of his hovering the past week she figured he’d been waiting up for her to get back from her “evening with Lana”. But she knew that Mrs. Kent was due back earlier that day and she certainly deserved all the rest she could manage to squeeze into her busy, unpredictable life.
And she was right. She’d no more then stepped across the threshold when Clark was there in front of her, checking her over so thoroughly that she wondered, for a moment, if she’d been x-rayed.
She knew that she’d need to tell Clark about her trip to Metropolis; had never meant to lie about it longer than it took to get there without him beating her to LuthorCorp and killing Lex. But the whole ordeal had exhausted her, mentally and physically, and more than anything she just wanted the day to end. Still, Clark was her best friend, a role at which he’d definitely excelled since her return, and he deserved the truth.
Stepping around him, Chloe caught his hand and led him towards the couch. Pushing him gently onto the cushions, she sat down next to him and rested her head on his warm, sturdy shoulder.
Clark was worried. A Chloe who didn’t talk…a lot, was a Chloe who was clearly hurting. Not that she’d been particularly chatty lately, but she’d seemed to be getting better. He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened during her afternoon with Lana. Whatever his reasons for letting things with Lana die out, she wasn’t an inherently cruel person. She might not notice Chloe’s suffering, especially if Chloe was trying to conceal it, but she wouldn’t do anything to purposefully hurt her. Which left him, once again at a loss for–
“I saw Lex.”
And there was his answer. The thought that, after what he did, Lex would have the nerve to show his face in Smallville, much less confront Chloe, left him seething with rage.
“Where?” He asked, not really caring, but needing a moment to regain control of his volatile emotions before hearing what had occurred.
“In his office,” she offered, hesitantly. “I went to Metropolis.”
She cringed in anticipation of the explosion she was certain would follow such a confession. What came instead both shocked and warmed her.
“Chloe.”
Not a reprimand, not a prelude to a lecture, but a single word that seemed almost too small to carry the sympathy, concern, and bewilderment with which he imbued it.
“It wasn’t like that Clark,” here eyes rose to meet his, to sooth his worries. “He has people following me.”
The relief Clark felt that Chloe hadn’t gone to Lex because of any misplaced, lingering feelings was quickly replaced by confusion at her revelation.
“Why?”
Chloe was still wondering the same thing, although she gave Clark the official party line. “Lex says that they’re security. He says I could be in danger from any of those people, besides me, whose lives the Luthors have ruined if it became known that I lived with him as his,” her voice choked slightly, “wife.”
Clark knew that, with his powers, it was dangerous for him to carry so much hate, and yet it swelled anew as Chloe’s scarcely healing wounds were ripped back open. And it wasn’t just that. Something about the situation, about Lex’s behavior, was starting to bother him on a deeper level. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it; it was simply a vague, but growing presence in the back of his mind. But before he could pin it down, Chloe continued.
“Whatever he claims, Clark, I think this is about your secret.” But she didn’t; not really.
Despite what she had said to Lex, Chloe knew that if he wanted to have her, Clark, or anyone else on the face of the Earth followed then he would, and he wouldn’t bother to justify himself. It left her at a loss for a way to explain his actions; his reasoning not even a consideration in her mind.
“Maybe I should leave.”
“No,” the denial shot from Clark before the sentence had fully left her mouth. “Chloe, no.”
Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close as if he could keep her there where she was safe; where he could protect her. “It’s not fair, Chloe. I know that the farm has always made you feel safe. Lex has done enough to you; he doesn’t get to take this from you to.”
His willingness to protect her, even if it might reveal things he’d done so much to keep hidden brought tears to her eyes and she burrowed into his chest until they passed. When the emotions receded, if only a little, she felt obliged to at least attempt to embody the voice of reason.
“Clark, you know I’ll be going home Monday when I start back to work.”
He did, but he tried not to dwell on it. It was silly because he knew that it would be good for Chloe to get back to work and, more than that, that he could be there, any time he chose or she needed, within seconds. And yet it wasn’t the same as having her there within arms reach.
Then, of course, was the troubling thought that not only would she be further away from him, but she’d be closer to Lex. Lex, who was clearly still playing some kind of game.
“I know,” he conceded, despite his misgivings. “But that still leaves you a few days of relaxation before it’s back to the Daily Planet grind. How ‘bout we don’t worry about anything ‘til then?”
Chloe nodded her silent assent against his chest and Clark’s arms tightened ever so slightly. He’d held her hundreds of times, but it had never felt like this. Suddenly his mind was flooded with moments where he could have said something, done something different; made other choices and changed everything.
But he wasn’t going to make the mistake of getting mired in useless wishing again. Chloe was there with him now. He’d been miraculously granted a second chance; and, this time, he wasn’t going to waste it.
Chapter Twenty One
His eyes – they always mesmerized her. No matter what Lex couldn’t bring himself to say there was a wealth of words in those beautiful eyes.
She watched his head move down until his lips whispered over hers, tongue skating across her lower lip before slipping past to dance along her own.
As his hands moved to the thin, lacy straps of her nightdress she felt them fall as his fingers followed, sending shivers to racing across her skin. His gentle kisses moved to her newly bared shoulder and Chloe whimpered out her need for more.
The smile he gave her sent flutters through her stomach as he stepped back and let the gown pool at her feet. His unwavering stare would have embarrassed her but there was a reverence in his gaze that stole her breath.
He pulled her to him once more and kissed her with an urgency that she couldn’t understand, as if he thought at any moment she would disappear. She wondered, briefly, where else he could possibly imagine she would want to be, but his mouth, so demanding on hers, made coherent thought impossible; and when she was next able to process her surroundings, she was lying on the bed while Lex stripped off the last of his clothes.
She watched in anticipation as he knelt next to her and gently parted her legs, leaning down to place tender kisses along the inside of her thighs. Shuddered with longing as he worked his way upward, she cried out at the shockwaves that rippled through her body as his tongue rasped over her sensitive flesh.
She couldn’t still her hips as he increased the pace of his caress, but every time Chloe reached the edge of fulfillment he pulled back until she was almost incoherent with need. Finally Lex moved over her and her legs spread further, desperate to have him inside of her.
She felt him capture a straining nipple with his lips and draw it into the warmth of his mouth. The desire began to pool within her, and as he positioned himself against her, her hips rose up to meet him.
Releasing her breast, he looked up at her. The need was written clearly on his face and Chloe knew what to do.
“I love you.”
With a gasp, Chloe’s eyes flew open. It always ended there in her dreams as it did in her life; because the awful truth was that she did still love Lex.
She’d never been good at not caring for the people, even when they’d hurt her; and figuring out how to stop loving someone was almost entirely beyond her capability. After all, it had taken years of flogging herself with Clark’s love for Lana before she’d managed to put her feelings for him behind her.
With Lex it was even harder because they’d actually been together and she couldn’t exorcise the memories of him holding her, touching her from her head. And worse than that, Lex didn’t seem to be willing to let go.
She couldn’t understand what he hoped to gain by continuing his charade. He couldn’t actually think that he could get anymore information from her about Clark. And that left her at a complete and utter loss as to his real motivations.
A small, dark part of her whispered that it might be possible; he could be sincere. And Chloe hated that voice; hated Lex for encouraging it.
But, most of all, she hated herself. Because even though he’d kidnapped her, lied to her, and shattered her heart, she so badly wanted it to be true.
“I love you.”
It always started there for him; with the words he cherished with everything in him and desperately longed to hear again.
In those hazy moments between wakefulness and sleep they came to him; bewitching memories in dreams he ached to live and from which he dreaded waking. And so he let the images swallow him as he fell headlong into the only thing keeping him sane.
Being inside of Chloe was the bliss he’d searched for for years in drugs and alcohol. It wasn’t just the feel of her – hot and slick, pulling him ever deeper – it was the wonder that went with being a part of someone who loved him with no ulterior motive, no subterfuge.
Looking down into her face he felt the burning desire within him crest higher as he watched passion play across her face. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure, her skin flushed with their exertions, and her teeth worried her lush, lower lip as sensations seemed to roll across her in soft shudders.
Leaning close, he replaced her teeth with his and drew her tender lip in, soothing the delicate flesh with his tongue. As he deepened the kiss, Chloe moaned lowly into his mouth and the soft sound – proof of her need for him – stripped him of his customary discipline and his thrusts took on a near frantic quality as he drove himself further into her; her own surging hips echoing his fervor.
Suddenly he felt the building tension in his body snap as cries of satisfaction and barely intelligible words of love fell from her lips. The unconscious declarations pushed him past the point of ecstasy into completion and with a few, last, uncontrolled movements he felt his release spill from him.
It was his own voice that woke him and Lex laid there silently, trying to will away the demand in aching shaft. There was no pleasure to be found in other women and although he could give himself an immediate relief the lack of emotion, the lack of Chloe left him unsatisfied in ways that were merely heightened by physical release.
As he finally began to calm, to regain control of his body, he realized that the time to actively pursue Chloe had arrived. It had to be now, because he honestly didn’t know how much longer he could function without her.
TBC