Be Careful What You Wish For
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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
7,463
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.
It's True, The Way I Feel Was Promised By Your Face
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Chapter Four:
It’s True, The Way I Feel Was Promised by Your Face
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even though you're so close to me
you're still so distant
and I can’t bring you back
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“Kal-el!”
The sound escaped from her parted mouth in one orgasmic breath and she could only blink in confusion, the ghost rush of energy causing her to shudder and her body to ache.
“Chloe?”
Startled she looked up, caught once again. Gold plaided blue over red filled her vision and forlorn thunder echoed through her aching body as he materialized in front of her.
Demon-dark hair accented startling blue eyes. A parting of goddess-blessed lips revealed a breathtaking, predatory grin. He was the lethal brilliance of a young deity.
No mortal had the right to look that good.
His voice provided a musical soundtrack to the universe, but she couldn’t understand the language.
Anger sparked, and despair muddied the blue promise of his eyes. She could understand the desperate longing behind the fury even if she couldn’t comprehend what was happening.
The need in his eyes begged her and she joyously embraced his need, her body responding with jagged pulses of recognition that caused her to cry out once again.
“Kal-el!”
And she blinked.
Clark.
Clark was looking down upon her, his gorgeous hazel-green eyes unreadable. He wore wide-eyed innocence well.
She loathed that look.
Something sadistically kin to frenzied joy bubbled up at the oblivious beauty of him, and she was afraid her short bark of laughter held a tinge of hysteria.
‘Maybe I’m the one who needs professional help.’,she thought wildly.
“Chloe? Are you okay?” Clark asked earnestly, he offered his hand to help her up, but she ignored it and stood on her own.
Either she or the Torch’s office spun crazily so Chloe closed her eyes and leaned against her desk. Her whole body tingled and it took quite an effort to keep from visibly shaking.
She hugged herself and a small gasp escaped her as her crossed arms brushed against her nipples, which sent a sharp bolt of stark desire straight to her sex. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.
There was just too much sensation.
She could feel the air shift as he moved towards her and she opened her eyes in panic.
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next:
Chapter Five: A Little Taste Of Hypocrisy
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Chapter Four:
It’s True, The Way I Feel Was Promised by Your Face
***************
even though you're so close to me
you're still so distant
and I can’t bring you back
***************
“Kal-el!”
The sound escaped from her parted mouth in one orgasmic breath and she could only blink in confusion, the ghost rush of energy causing her to shudder and her body to ache.
“Chloe?”
Startled she looked up, caught once again. Gold plaided blue over red filled her vision and forlorn thunder echoed through her aching body as he materialized in front of her.
Demon-dark hair accented startling blue eyes. A parting of goddess-blessed lips revealed a breathtaking, predatory grin. He was the lethal brilliance of a young deity.
No mortal had the right to look that good.
His voice provided a musical soundtrack to the universe, but she couldn’t understand the language.
Anger sparked, and despair muddied the blue promise of his eyes. She could understand the desperate longing behind the fury even if she couldn’t comprehend what was happening.
The need in his eyes begged her and she joyously embraced his need, her body responding with jagged pulses of recognition that caused her to cry out once again.
“Kal-el!”
And she blinked.
Clark.
Clark was looking down upon her, his gorgeous hazel-green eyes unreadable. He wore wide-eyed innocence well.
She loathed that look.
Something sadistically kin to frenzied joy bubbled up at the oblivious beauty of him, and she was afraid her short bark of laughter held a tinge of hysteria.
‘Maybe I’m the one who needs professional help.’,she thought wildly.
“Chloe? Are you okay?” Clark asked earnestly, he offered his hand to help her up, but she ignored it and stood on her own.
Either she or the Torch’s office spun crazily so Chloe closed her eyes and leaned against her desk. Her whole body tingled and it took quite an effort to keep from visibly shaking.
She hugged herself and a small gasp escaped her as her crossed arms brushed against her nipples, which sent a sharp bolt of stark desire straight to her sex. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.
There was just too much sensation.
She could feel the air shift as he moved towards her and she opened her eyes in panic.
**************
next:
Chapter Five: A Little Taste Of Hypocrisy
*************
Comments, critiques, fanfic faerie chow, (Pillowpants prefers Kal-el!