What Are Friends For

TITLE: What Are Friends For AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 3 of 3 FANDOM: Smallville SHIP: Chloe / Clark RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Erotica SPOILERS: A couple, Season Five UNIVERSE: As per cannon, just an AU look at things that might have happened. DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The WB and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means. AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - Deton8@mweb.co.za Chapter Three The Kent Farm, the barn, Clark's loft There was no guilt this time, nor the time before this or the time before that. This was their friendship and she wouldn't have it any other way. Conventional it wasn't, but what could remain conventional for long in the world of Clark Kent and survive? Surely, his love for Lana was one such thing, but not their relationship. She had hated having to watch him find that out, but she hoped their special friendship had helped him through it. He loved her as a friend and they were lovers and that was more than she had ever hoped for and more than enough for now. His heart would always belong to Lana but she kept a small private hope that someday enough of it might be made available to someone else. If it were her, great, but she strongly doubted that. She only hoped he would someday find true happiness without the baggage of their past and the strange boundaries it presented She spent most of her Friday nights with Clark. Often as not right here where the smell of hay and sex would lull her to sleep in his arms. She suspected the Kents knew what they were doing, but they were never interrupted nor was her appearance at the breakfast table on Saturday mornings questioned. She let her thoughts drift as he spooned against her back, She could feel his semi-erect penis nestling in the crack of her ass and smiled, knowing they weren't quite done for the evening, yet. It had been a strange morning after that second time, full of guilty glances and awkward silences as they gathered their clothes and dressed in the early morning light. They both attempted to vocalize some form of explanation, but neither got much further than the other's name and after one last failed attempt she'd simply said: "We're still friends, Clark. Call me." And waved her goodbye as she walked down the stairs, to her car and drove away. She had spent the day watching her mobile and ducking Lana. She wasn't quite sure if she could look the other woman in the eye without betraying some small sign of what she had done and worse yet, what she wanted to happen. He didn't call. That just wouldn't have been Clark Kent. She had found a quiet corner of the library where she could keep an eye on her mobile, read a good book with a decent cup of coffee and brood on her predicament. A sudden gust of wind flipped the pages of her book and without a window anywhere nearby, she wasn't at all surprised to look up and find Clark standing in front of her. She put the book down slowly and folded her hands in her lap. He looked anguished. "I love Lana, Chloe." He told her, almost pleading. "I know." She replied and continued to calmly look at him. "I shouldn't have let last night happen." He continued. She raised an eyebrow. "Let last night happen? Is that really how you see it? Are you kidding me? What? Did I have no say in it at all? You ravaged me against my will and I just had to force myself to cum like a force ten hurricane. Is that it?" She asked. He started to answer, but she cut him off. "Clark, I think it's really sweet that you're making this your fault, but I have to tell you, there is no fault here. We're friends, we had sex, twice and we're still friends. Well... I hope we're still friends?" she told him and asked with a questioning tilt of her head. "Of of of course we're still friends." He stammered. "It's just... I was really down last night and you were there for me and you comforted me and it felt so good. For a little while the world and all my troubles went away and it was great, you were great, but it feels like I took advantage of you. I know what I got out of it, but what did you?" he tried to explain. "I wasn't looking for anything. Last night you needed something and I did the only thing I could think of. The mind-blowing orgasm was just an unexpected or well... possibly expected result. The thing is, Clark, I liked what we did last night. If any advantage was taken it might just have been me of you. So, here's my suggestion: Why don't we take advantage of each other whenever we need to, maybe not even only when we need to." she told him. She saw the shock on his face, but she also saw the hint of speculation she had hoped for. She watched him war with himself. The fight seems too short for her and she guesses like her, he had been thinking about this for most of the day, if not all of it. She stood up and took the single step that separated them. She stares at his chest for a moment. She'd always liked how tall and solid he was, even before she knew how truly solid he was. She placed a slim hand on his slowly rising and falling chest before she lifts her chin and her eyes find his. She can see words teetering on his lips, whether of agreement or argument she can't tell, but does not wait to find out. "There is no real reason why we can't have this, Clark. I'm not looking for more than a friend's place in your heart. I know your heart will always belong to Lana as it has for as long as I've known you and even to me it feels like a betrayal, but it isn't. If that part of your relationship were as it should be or became what you needed it to be, then it would be, but it isn't, is it? We're both adults, Clark. We have needs that, it appears, each of us is more than capable of satisfying for the other." She told him as his mouth opened to speak. She couldn't believe how calm, in control and powerful she felt as she walked her fingers up his chest and around his neck. She wanted this she liked how she felt when they had sex. She supposed she could just go out and find some willing guy and with some trial and error she supposed she could find one who could get her off in the same way as Clark, but there was something about Clark and it had nothing to do with his alien heritage. Something that made this right for her and she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew it to be true. All he needed to do was hold her in place or turn his face away from hers' and she wouldn't press the issue, but as she pulled herself up onto the tips of her toes and his head down the rest of the way down to her lips, he didn't resist. Their lips met softly at first, and then his strong arms enveloped her and she felt her feet leave the floor as he gathered her into a deep, passionate kiss. She let her legs wrap loosely above his hips and as their lips and tongues danced he two stepped to the nearest wall. The wall felt cold against her back in comparison to the heat of Clark's body as he pressed his solid, muscular length against her body, and that wasn't the only solid, and muscular thing she felt. She moaned into his mouth as she felt her stomach flutter and her panties grow damp. "Was one of his new hidden Krytonian abilities, the ability to make her instantly wet and horny?" she asked her self. It sure felt like it as she ground herself against him feeling his cock harden and lengthen further from the shared stimulation. She thanked God she had decided to wear a skirt and that the late hour and it being a Saturday, made the Library all but deserted. She took her hands away from his neck and where they had been running through his hair and worked them between their bodies where she urgently started working at his belt and jeans. He broke their kiss, leaving them panting. His eyes had searched hers'. "Here?" he asked quietly. "Here. Now. Yes." She answered firmly with a nod as she managed to loosen his belt and jeans. He shifted until they found a precarious balance and he could free his hands. He let them slide down her back. He cupped and squeezed her ass for a moment before working his hands under her skirt and up along the inside of her thigh. She paused in the act of fishing his hard, throbbing member out of the fly of his boxers when he started rubbing the crotch of her panties and the sensitive, swollen flesh beneath. He kissed her and then nibbled at the line of her jaw and the side of her neck. She murmured her pleasure as she rocked her hips to add pressure to his rubbing fingers. She nipped and licked at his ear while his tongue drew wet circles on the skin of her neck. She felt his lips vibrate against her skin when he moaned as she succeeded in freeing him from his boxers and wrapped her fist around his girth and skimmed his length in her firm grip. She found moisture at the tip of his cock and spread it around to lubricate his dick and her hand. He humped into her hand and pressed his fingers and part of her panties into her slit in response, making her groan. His fingers left the crotch of her panties and he began tugging at them to get them out the way. He wasn't very successful. Whether it was their precarious position or the material wasn't flexible enough, he could neither pull them far enough down, or to the side to bare her opening. He gave a growl deep in his throat and the mixture of desire and frustration in the sound drew goose pimples from her flesh. "I... I can't... Can't get then free." He said in frustration. He was throbbing in her hand and her need for him was as great as his need for her, so she gave him the only solution she could think of. "Rip them, Clark. Tear them off me. I want you inside me, Clark. Now!" she told him. She felt smug for a moment at the look of stunned surprise on his face, until it changed to the most leering grin she'd ever seen or expected to see on Clark's visage. He'd reached between her legs, his wrist and forearm sliding hard against her with pleasurable friction. His fingers crawled up along her butt until he could grip the waistband of her panties. He stopped then, waiting until he captured her gaze and then with a flex of his hand and the sharp sound of tearing material. Even, knowing what he was about to do, having asked him to do it, she still gasped. She didn't know if it was because of the sudden look of predatory desire in Clark's eyes, the added pressure on her sensitive sex at his movement or the rush of air as he stripped away her underwear. It was her turn to be surprised as he brought her ruined black panties to his nose and inhaled heavily before letting them fall to the floor. "You know something? You smell divine. You really do." He told her in a low voice before their lips once again met. His hands found their way under her skirt again and cupped her bare ass, keeping her steady while she positioned him at her entrance. Then, the best part, the part she'd come to love most, no matter how many times they did it. The time when her desire and body weren't quite in sync as her flesh resisted his slow, gravity-assisted penetration. Those first few moments as he filled her and her body grudging stretched to accommodate him. That first concentrated sensation of pleasure friction as her sex clutched at and dragged along his shaft as he slowly lowered her onto it. She let out a slow steady breath as he filled her, completely, letting her eyes flutter closed to better experience the sensation. She heard him grunt as she settled and she tightened her legs around him. They stayed motionless, enjoying the moment of their connection. She opened her eyes when he rested his forehead lightly on hers. She smiled as she found herself looking directly into his bright eyes and he smiled in return. She could feel him, throbbing inside her with every beat of his heart sending little pulses of pleasure through her even though they weren't actively moving. It was like the calm before a summer thunderstorm: still, hot and electrically charged. His lips found hers and he initiated a soft nibbling kiss, which she returned and let it grow in intensity and deepened. She surrendered herself to him, opening her mouth and letting his tongue explore as it would, tasting her mouth, testing her teeth or twining with her own. She moaned into the hollow of their joined mouths as he lifted her up along the length of his shaft. Lightening strikes of pleasurable sensation shot through her as her exposed clit was dragged upward, trapped between his thick member and his hard, washboard stomach, behind the material of her bunched up skirt. He kept her poised, with just his head inside her before letting gravity and the relaxation of her legs do the task of once again burying him in her wet welcoming depths. He repeated the process again and again and again, finally releasing her lips so she could draw panting breaths and vocalize her pleasure in soft mewls and half-finished words. Her fingernails alternated between scratching and scrabbling at his broad shoulders, testing the material of his t-shirt and the hard flexing muscle underneath, and finding their way into his hair to massage his scalp. She ground down as best she could when he was completely inside her and they found a steady pleasure inducing rhythm. Her channel flooded and rippled around him as the pleasure built and pooled just below her belly. Every nerve was alive with sensation. Her skin burned beneath her clothes. Her bra felt like a cruel torture device as the lacey material rubbed against her hard nipples and clung to her breasts and then shifted, chafing, as they were crushed to Clarks chiseled chest. Her blouse clung to her back and arms, sweat-damp and sticky. Sweat popped from her skin and heavy droplets drew tickling lines down her throat and chest to disappear between her cleavage. Clark started making a game out of catching them before they disappeared with long wet swipes of his tongue that drew shivers up her spine. He took his hunt further, letting his tongue dip into her cleavage when she found the coherence of thought to undo another two buttons on her blouse and give him access. He shifted his hips forward, pinning her to the wall and she rolled her hips, grinding her pubic bone into him as he thrust up into in hard quick strokes. He lifted his lips from her skin, throwing his head back. She could see him grit his teeth as he strained up into her again and again in a pleasurable, pounding assault. Her breath burned in her lungs as she did her best to match him thrust for thrust, and then the storm broke and she came. Rain sleeted down as her pussy flooded with her hot, thick cream. Lightning struck in rolling waves as electricity shot through her body, tensing muscles and slamming her shoulders into the wall behind her as her back arched. The world went white behind her eyelids as the energy and the pleasure it carried washed through her brain and overloaded her senses. Her sex clenched around his shaft in hard surges so that she could feel him throb in counter beat. Thunder roared in the pounding of blood in her ears and the cry that she stifled by burying her mouth against his shoulder and taking the corded muscle between her teeth. She heard him hiss and then grunt before he swelled against her tightly clenching cunt repeatedly, followed by the muted sensation of his hot seed spurting inside her. She mewled into his shoulder as her climax cycled and then slowly spiraled down to it's inevitable end. She clung to Clark, her strength completely sapped. Her breathing sounded harsh in the silence that followed as he held her. The very act of breathing, shifted him inside her or shifted her around him and brought jarring echoes of the powerful orgasm she'd just had cascading through her overworked nervous system. Pleasure and pain danced a fine line until she managed to steady her breathing and gain the strength to unhook her legs from around him. He slid out of her and she felt the corked contents of their union trickle down the inside of her thighs. He lowered her to the floor with his hands wrapped around her waist, still underneath her skirt and maintained his hold until she tested the strength of her legs and found that she could stand on her own. She felt a little stunned. She hadn't been expecting the intensity of, well, everything and she hadn't exactly planned to have sex and a mind bending and blowing orgasm right in the middle of the Met U library, but... A secret little smile crept onto her lips as she realized that although Clark was putting himself away and doing up his jeans, he was doing it with one hand. The other was still resting comfortably and supportively on her hip. He returned her smile with a shyness and charm that was definitively Clark. It also spoke to the fact that he hadn't expected this, but that he, like her was happy that it had. His eyes left hers and he seemed to be searching the floor which made her frown until he bent down and when he rose he was holding the scrap of black material that had once been her panties. "Leave it. It's ruined." She told him, but he shook his head still smiling. Her frown returned when he knelt in front of her, but understanding dawned when he reached forward and ran the scrap of material up along the inside of her thigh from just above her knee. He repeated the process on the other leg and then held up the wadded material so that she could clearly see the evidence of the union that he had thoughtfully cleaned up before it had trickled any lower. He stood up and she saw a moment of hesitation on his part and the she watched as he stuffed the cum- coated material in his pocket. She had hardly moved the entire time and it was only when he gently lowered her skirt from where it still remained bunched up above her hips that she became aware that being caught, although not doing anything, but in their present condition would be awkward at best and campus security calling at worst. She started to scramble to get herself looking more presentable when he did the one thing she really wanted him to do, although she hadn't known it until he did. He leaned forward and kissed her. One of those soft, sweet kisses with just the slightest hint of tongue that created a moment of calm and bliss at the same time. Time froze for those few minutes and the world only snapped back into place when his lips met hers. They pulled themselves together as best they could. She hadn't been sure how much noise they'd made and although the library was only sparsely inhabited at that time, it was still inhabited and someone might have come to investigate. She had barely had time to flatten her skirt down properly and rebutton her blouse when Clark cocked his head to the side, listening with an intent look on his face. "Someone's coming." He told her. She started to hurry and noticed Clark grab her book and mobile and put them in her bag. She was about to say something when suddenly she was swept up in his arms and there was wind in her hair and a sensation of speed. She caught a glimpse of a middle-aged woman barely moving in the direction from which they'd come. When he exited the library she felt him accelerate. It was exhilarating to experience what Clark experienced when he used his super speed and she snuggled into his shoulder, but all to soon he stopped and they were outside the barn. "Guess we need to talk." She said once he put her down. "Guess we do." He replied and they'd gone up to his loft and did just that. They discussed their situation and worked out some rough guidelines, which led to other things including Clark's ailing relationship with Lana, all the stresses in both their lives and their dreams and desires. They talked, casually and comfortably nestled together on the sofa and fell asleep sometime in the wee hours of the morning. After that it had got easier. They had an understanding. They were friends and lovers and took advantage of that fact to make their lives better. The unusualness and openness of their new relationship also allowed them to experiment and satisfy any of their sexual curiosities without hang-ups and satisfy them they did. (And, that may just be another story for sometime in the future.) And, all that led here, to the Kent Farm barn. Clark's sofa and having his strong arms wrapped around her, spooned against her back after sweaty, orgasmic sex and the night wasn't over yet. Chloe smiled to herself as warm lips kissed the back of her neck. FIN