A Beautiful Friendship
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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,789
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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A Beautiful Friendship
Title: A Beautiful Friendship
Author: psychi
Author Email: blackpsychi@yahoo.com
Spoilers: Season Four
Pairing: Chloe Sullivan/Genevieve Teague
Rating:NC-17
Archive: Yes, but please e-mail me before hand.
Feedback: It's appreciated.
Disclaimers: I own nothing, the WB and DC own all. No profit is being made.
***
After the mess with Lionel Luthor, Chloe Sullivan thought she had learned her lesson. Never would she imagine that she'd be back under the thumb of some control freak with way too much power, but the temptation to discover all the secrets Smallville held overpowered any fear she harbored.
"I'm so glad you've decided to see things my way Ms. Sullivan," Genevieve Teague said as she slithered around her, one hand gently playing with Chloe's short blonde hair. "We'll make an absolutely wonderful team."
Shivers ran through her from the uninvited touch. "I've told you everything I know about Lana."
"But now, you've got to work your way back into her trust," the older woman whispered in her ear from behind her. "Seduce her, gain her confidence. Lana Lang clearly knows more than she lets on."
The smell of jasmine and something else Chloe couldn't quite name overwhelmed her. "How do I do that?"
She could feel the predatory smile on Genevieve's face, even though she couldn't see it. A hand wound it's way about her waist and the body warmth pressed against her back made her lightheaded. "There are so many ways, my dear." A slight nibble on her ear made Chloe jump, though she didn't move out of the embrace. "I can teach you."
A moist tongue flickered at the sensitive skin below her ear and Chloe heard her own breath catch.
"Give her what she wants." Another hand came up to lightly ghost over her exposed skin above her top. "Give her what she doesn't yet know she wants."
"Lana's not...," her voice sounded rough to her own ears. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Chloe knew she was loosing whatever control of the situation she had once possessed. "I'm not sure what that is."
The wicked laugh against her neck sent chills up her spine. "Power." The second hand moved lower, sliding over her breasts. "Devotion." Chloe moaned when the hand around her waist moved over her skirt to her thigh, pushed up on the material and under her panties. "Passion."
Chloe's legs parted almost involuntarily as Genevieve's fingers caressed the moist folds of her sex.
"Make her think she's the center of your universe." The other hand slipped under her shirt and pushed away the fabric of her bra to pinch and stroke her hardened nipple. "Make her think she's not alone as long as she has you." Red fingernails lightly scratched along the sides of her clitoris, making Chloe's knees go week. Genevieve caught her weight as she leaned back against her. "Make her think you see her in a way no man ever could."
Chloe drew ragged breaths and moaned as the pad of one finger pressed firmly against her clitoris and another found her opening. She started to shake and rock slightly when the touch became overwhelmingly, addictively hot. Warm, wet, open kisses dotted along Chloe's neck, adding to the sensation overload. The room filled with breathy, incoherent noises. Sharp teeth bit down on the skin between her neck and shoulder and heat spread out from her center to every point in her body as it all became too much. She came with frightening intensity.
As soon as the tremors running through her body subsided, the hands withdrew from their positions against Chloe's naked skin and gently put her clothes back into some semblance of their original state. The same strong, slim hands set her back fully on her feet and turned her now placid body around so she stood face to face with Genevieve. The older woman licked Chloe's juices from her hand.
"My dear, I think this is going to be the start of a very beautiful friendship."
Author: psychi
Author Email: blackpsychi@yahoo.com
Spoilers: Season Four
Pairing: Chloe Sullivan/Genevieve Teague
Rating:NC-17
Archive: Yes, but please e-mail me before hand.
Feedback: It's appreciated.
Disclaimers: I own nothing, the WB and DC own all. No profit is being made.
***
After the mess with Lionel Luthor, Chloe Sullivan thought she had learned her lesson. Never would she imagine that she'd be back under the thumb of some control freak with way too much power, but the temptation to discover all the secrets Smallville held overpowered any fear she harbored.
"I'm so glad you've decided to see things my way Ms. Sullivan," Genevieve Teague said as she slithered around her, one hand gently playing with Chloe's short blonde hair. "We'll make an absolutely wonderful team."
Shivers ran through her from the uninvited touch. "I've told you everything I know about Lana."
"But now, you've got to work your way back into her trust," the older woman whispered in her ear from behind her. "Seduce her, gain her confidence. Lana Lang clearly knows more than she lets on."
The smell of jasmine and something else Chloe couldn't quite name overwhelmed her. "How do I do that?"
She could feel the predatory smile on Genevieve's face, even though she couldn't see it. A hand wound it's way about her waist and the body warmth pressed against her back made her lightheaded. "There are so many ways, my dear." A slight nibble on her ear made Chloe jump, though she didn't move out of the embrace. "I can teach you."
A moist tongue flickered at the sensitive skin below her ear and Chloe heard her own breath catch.
"Give her what she wants." Another hand came up to lightly ghost over her exposed skin above her top. "Give her what she doesn't yet know she wants."
"Lana's not...," her voice sounded rough to her own ears. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Chloe knew she was loosing whatever control of the situation she had once possessed. "I'm not sure what that is."
The wicked laugh against her neck sent chills up her spine. "Power." The second hand moved lower, sliding over her breasts. "Devotion." Chloe moaned when the hand around her waist moved over her skirt to her thigh, pushed up on the material and under her panties. "Passion."
Chloe's legs parted almost involuntarily as Genevieve's fingers caressed the moist folds of her sex.
"Make her think she's the center of your universe." The other hand slipped under her shirt and pushed away the fabric of her bra to pinch and stroke her hardened nipple. "Make her think she's not alone as long as she has you." Red fingernails lightly scratched along the sides of her clitoris, making Chloe's knees go week. Genevieve caught her weight as she leaned back against her. "Make her think you see her in a way no man ever could."
Chloe drew ragged breaths and moaned as the pad of one finger pressed firmly against her clitoris and another found her opening. She started to shake and rock slightly when the touch became overwhelmingly, addictively hot. Warm, wet, open kisses dotted along Chloe's neck, adding to the sensation overload. The room filled with breathy, incoherent noises. Sharp teeth bit down on the skin between her neck and shoulder and heat spread out from her center to every point in her body as it all became too much. She came with frightening intensity.
As soon as the tremors running through her body subsided, the hands withdrew from their positions against Chloe's naked skin and gently put her clothes back into some semblance of their original state. The same strong, slim hands set her back fully on her feet and turned her now placid body around so she stood face to face with Genevieve. The older woman licked Chloe's juices from her hand.
"My dear, I think this is going to be the start of a very beautiful friendship."