Be Careful What You Wish For
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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
7,467
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Against My Will I Stand Beside My Own Reflection
Chapter Eight:
Against My Will I Stand Beside My Own Reflection
*************
its haunting
I’ve been there before
so insecure
She shivered as she felt a ghost whisper of wind caress her lower lip, and the air seemed to breathe her name.
*Chloe.*
She shuddered in a great spasm of want as the energy flew away from her, and she could only be grateful that she didn’t drop her keys as she unlocked the door and managed to lurch into her car.
She reached up and tilted the rearview mirror towards her. Chloe blinked dazedly at her reflection and ignored the trembling of her hand as she adjusted the mirror.
*Was she high?*
Chloe studied her face and fought back the sudden giggle that threatened to escape.
No, she didn’t look high; she looked like she’d been fucked.
She *felt* like she’d been fucked.
Or at least what she imagined getting fucked would feel like.
Chloe could feel dampness in the crotch of her panties that were tucked up tight in her jeans, tucked up tight and moist against her throbbing sex. She wriggled in the seat of her car and moaned at the pressure.
She wanted him, needed him, so bad it frightened her.
Was she going insane? Was she just a two-for on the wall of weird? Some meteor rocked freak of the week that instead of being able to walk thru walls or set stuff on fire just happened to have darkly exciting visions that scared the shit out of her and made her come at the same time.
She sighed, *her* meteor rock was Clark.
Clark who used to be her best friend. Oh, they still mouthed the words, but best friend, confidant, were words that had long ago hollowed out in Lanaville.
A small bitter laugh escaped her.
She didn’t hate Lana.
They truly were sisters in the colossal train wreck that was loving Clark Kent.
She didn’t hate Clark either.
She *should.* She wanted to.
She wanted to hate Clark who had sadistically ripped her still-beating heart out and superstomped it into tiny pieces with a surreal coldness that terrified her.
In all the years she had known him she never seen that coldness before. It was if someone else wore Clark’s face, someone who wanted to hurt her and knew just how to.
*But that was crazy, right?*
Clark’s little cruelties, no matter how painful, were unconscious in his need to do what he felt was the right thing. The fabulously maddening Clark meant well, but, really just how much more pain could she stand?
Was it her fate to embrace, in some kind of vast brutal joy, all that was Clark?
Clark, who made the very cells of her body vibrate in some kind of empathy with the resonance that was him. Clark, who made her tremble and pant at the dark promise of something further than here, yet so far away from was?
She felt as if the universe toyed with her and Chloe choked back a sob.
She wanted to bite and scream at fate, at destiny, whatever the fuck it was that made her crave to soothe and absorb the very power that radiated from him in furious want of energy that resonated with another name.
*Kal-el.*
She moaned softly, at the perfect taste of the sound on her tongue, then bit her lip and glanced at herself in the mirror.
She could see that Kal-el was suspiciously close to *Kal*, Clark’s summer persona of what seemed to be a lifetime ago.
Clark. Kal. Kal-el.
What did it all mean?
Did it mean anything at all?
And would she ever found out if it did?
Chloe started her car with an angry twist of her wrist and her tires squealed as she left Smallville High’s parking lot.
She wanted answers.
She *deserved* answers, not stammering, apologetic forgery.
Tears of rage at the cosmic unfairness of it all trailed unnoticed down her face as she steered her little car out of town.
If Clark wouldn’t, couldn’t give them to her, maybe something or *someone* else could.
************
next:
Chapter Nine: In The Memory You’ll Find Me
Comments, critiques, Kal always welcome at shelia452@hotmail.com. Remember feedback is a terrible thing to keep to yourself.
Against My Will I Stand Beside My Own Reflection
*************
its haunting
I’ve been there before
so insecure
She shivered as she felt a ghost whisper of wind caress her lower lip, and the air seemed to breathe her name.
*Chloe.*
She shuddered in a great spasm of want as the energy flew away from her, and she could only be grateful that she didn’t drop her keys as she unlocked the door and managed to lurch into her car.
She reached up and tilted the rearview mirror towards her. Chloe blinked dazedly at her reflection and ignored the trembling of her hand as she adjusted the mirror.
*Was she high?*
Chloe studied her face and fought back the sudden giggle that threatened to escape.
No, she didn’t look high; she looked like she’d been fucked.
She *felt* like she’d been fucked.
Or at least what she imagined getting fucked would feel like.
Chloe could feel dampness in the crotch of her panties that were tucked up tight in her jeans, tucked up tight and moist against her throbbing sex. She wriggled in the seat of her car and moaned at the pressure.
She wanted him, needed him, so bad it frightened her.
Was she going insane? Was she just a two-for on the wall of weird? Some meteor rocked freak of the week that instead of being able to walk thru walls or set stuff on fire just happened to have darkly exciting visions that scared the shit out of her and made her come at the same time.
She sighed, *her* meteor rock was Clark.
Clark who used to be her best friend. Oh, they still mouthed the words, but best friend, confidant, were words that had long ago hollowed out in Lanaville.
A small bitter laugh escaped her.
She didn’t hate Lana.
They truly were sisters in the colossal train wreck that was loving Clark Kent.
She didn’t hate Clark either.
She *should.* She wanted to.
She wanted to hate Clark who had sadistically ripped her still-beating heart out and superstomped it into tiny pieces with a surreal coldness that terrified her.
In all the years she had known him she never seen that coldness before. It was if someone else wore Clark’s face, someone who wanted to hurt her and knew just how to.
*But that was crazy, right?*
Clark’s little cruelties, no matter how painful, were unconscious in his need to do what he felt was the right thing. The fabulously maddening Clark meant well, but, really just how much more pain could she stand?
Was it her fate to embrace, in some kind of vast brutal joy, all that was Clark?
Clark, who made the very cells of her body vibrate in some kind of empathy with the resonance that was him. Clark, who made her tremble and pant at the dark promise of something further than here, yet so far away from was?
She felt as if the universe toyed with her and Chloe choked back a sob.
She wanted to bite and scream at fate, at destiny, whatever the fuck it was that made her crave to soothe and absorb the very power that radiated from him in furious want of energy that resonated with another name.
*Kal-el.*
She moaned softly, at the perfect taste of the sound on her tongue, then bit her lip and glanced at herself in the mirror.
She could see that Kal-el was suspiciously close to *Kal*, Clark’s summer persona of what seemed to be a lifetime ago.
Clark. Kal. Kal-el.
What did it all mean?
Did it mean anything at all?
And would she ever found out if it did?
Chloe started her car with an angry twist of her wrist and her tires squealed as she left Smallville High’s parking lot.
She wanted answers.
She *deserved* answers, not stammering, apologetic forgery.
Tears of rage at the cosmic unfairness of it all trailed unnoticed down her face as she steered her little car out of town.
If Clark wouldn’t, couldn’t give them to her, maybe something or *someone* else could.
************
next:
Chapter Nine: In The Memory You’ll Find Me
Comments, critiques, Kal always welcome at shelia452@hotmail.com. Remember feedback is a terrible thing to keep to yourself.