Chlark Fanfic: The Fallen Sky, Chapter 3
New Fallen Sky chapter in the house, people! With sexxorz. *grins*
Enjoy. No minors behind the cut, please. Thank you!
Title: The Fallen Sky
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Major angst up ahead. Brace yourselves.
Timeline: Season 8 (Hex - Doomsday) Season 9 (My version)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Months after walking away from her in Doomsday, Clark returns to Chloe…but finds that she’s a changed woman from the one he left behind.
Feedback: …always welcome. J
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 3
I See You II: Hearts Afire
At her softly spoken word, Clark froze. “No?” he echoed.
She chuckled. “No, as in ‘No, I don’t want us to stop’, Clark.”
“Oh,” he said, relieved. “Good. I was hoping you’d say that.”
She grinned at him, burrowing her hand into his hair and pulling his head down for a kiss.
Her lips were soft and sweet against his, and he slanted his lips over hers and slipped his tongue into her warm mouth, making her moan. She tasted of coffee and cinnamon, and he swirled his tongue around hers, pressing his hips against her as the ache in his groin escalated dangerously.
He’d wanted to kiss her like this for years. Years and years. He’d always buried his attraction for her behind a wall of propriety, but that wall was crumbling fast - and with it all his self-restraint. And he knew that Chloe had always wanted him, and was more than pleased to see that nothing had changed on that front.
Chloe’s hands travelled down his chest and she caressed his nipples with her fingertips. Clark broke this kiss and gritted his teeth, her touch inflaming his passion and almost flooring him with its intensity. Her hands wandered lower and made short work of his belt buckle, and Clark held his breath as she unzipped his pants and pushed his boxers down, freeing his hard length.
Then her small hand surrounded him and he exhaled raggedly as she began stroking him firmly from base to tip. Her thumb slid through the moisture that had gathered at the head of his cock, and he barely managed to bite back a curse word as his nerves blazed with sensitivity.
“I’ve always wanted to touch you like this,” she whispered softly.
Dear God, he wished she had; wished she’d done this years ago. He was fast turning into a riotous mass of sensual pleasure, and as much as he was enjoying this, he remembered that there were fantasies he’d had about her, things he’d wanted to do to her.
Reluctantly, he grasped her hand and lifted it away from his turgid flesh.
She frowned, looking disappointed. “What’s wrong? I…I thought you liked it.”
“I do like it, Chlo,” he said raggedly. “I like it too much, is the problem.”
She flushed, grinning. “Oh.”
He reached between them and tugged her pyjama pants down, pleased to see that she wasn’t wearing any underwear on the bottom half, either. He pulled the garment completely free of her legs, and with one swift move he lifted her onto the couch, laying her down gently.
“I’ve wanted to touch you, too,” he whispered. “More than just touch you.” He squeezed her bent knee before stroking his fingers along the seam of her closed thighs, moving steadily upward. When he got to the juncture of her thighs, he slipped his hand between her legs, parting them.
She was already wet for him. The tantalising smell of her arousal teased his nostrils, and he gazed at her intimate flesh for long moments before brushing his thumb over the damp curls.
Chloe, who had been watching him shyly, suddenly arched her back and moaned loudly at his tender touch. Her thighs fell further apart and he lowered his hand, slipping one long finger deep into her slick channel.
“Oh, Jesus,” she hissed, gasping as he withdrew and thrust his finger slowly into her moist heat. Emboldened, he added a second finger and stretched her further, and she fell back onto the sofa, her eyes squeezed shut as she twisted with pleasure.
His heart hammered against his ribs and he grew painfully erect as his hand moved within her, his fingers surrounded by her fragrant heat. He stared at her, naked and writhing, his hand driving in and out of her; he’d never seen anything so sensual in his entire life.
He checked to make sure her eyes were still closed, and was thankful to note that they were; he wanted to try something new and wasn’t sure he’d be able to go through with it if her eyes were open. Heart pounding, and with his fingers still moving inside her, he leaned forward and licked the tiny knot of arousal between her legs, tasting her.
“Oh, my God!” she cried, shuddering. Startled, Clark began to lift his head away from her.
“I’m sorry -” he began, but suddenly her hand was in his hair, gently keeping him in place.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered. “Please don’t stop…”
He heaved a sigh of relief. So she liked it; that was good, because he did, too. Carefully he began exploring her with his tongue, acquainting himself with her musky flavour, slipping his tongue between the soft warm folds and pressing it against her clit. And all the while, he kept up a steady rhythm with his hand, thrusting into her deeply.
“Oh God…” she moaned, her limbs tensing around him. “Oh, God…”
And then just like that, she was coming, her hips bucking as her intimate muscles squeezed and released his fingers in tight spasms.
“Chloe,” he muttered thickly, feeling his cock pulse in response to her fulfilment. He was dangerously close to coming himself, and he wanted to be inside her when it happened. Quickly he moved over her and settled between her thighs, and with one quick move he plunged into her warm softness.
“Oh, fuck!” he hissed as her muscles pumped around him. With a growl, he began to thrust into her hard and fast, pounding into her warm depths relentlessly.
By now her own orgasm had started to ebb, but she wrapped her legs around his waist, taking him in deeper. Her arms went around his neck he leaned down and brushed a kiss against her lips, his mouth tender and teasing.
But there was nothing tender or teasing about their lovemaking. Clark rode her hard, and she matched every thrust, holding him fast as they succumbed to the passion that had simmered beneath the surface in both of them for almost a decade.
His orgasm approached swiftly, and he desperately tried to hold on for longer; but he was already tipping over the edge of fulfilment. He thrust deeply into her once, twice, and then stiffened as he came hard. His spine arched like a bowstring and he groaned loudly, his cock jerking and pulsing as he emptied himself inside her.
Eventually the awesome pleasure spent itself out, and he collapsed on top of her, taking care to support most of his weight on his arms. He felt her hands stroking his sweaty back, and after a long moment he lifted his head and gazed at her.
She looked so beautiful, her skin flushed with pleasure and her hair in wild disarray. She grinned up at him, and he smiled back, stroking a damp lock off her forehead.
“We never even made it to the bed,” she giggled.
He grinned widely. “That can be arranged.” He managed to dredge up enough energy to get to his feet, then he lifter her into his arms and carried her over to the other side of the room where the bed was made up. With one hand he pulled the comforter aside, and then deposited her carefully in the middle of the bed before climbing in with her and wrapping the covers around both of them.
“Are you okay?” he asked, putting an arm around her.
She nodded, curling a hand over his chest. “I’m fine.”
“You’re sure?” he said with a hint of concern. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I tried to be gentle, but…” he trailed off, suddenly realising the intimacy of the conversation he was having with his best friend.
His best friend that he’d just had sex with.
“I told you, Clark, I’m fine,” she insisted, oblivious to the inner turmoil that was building in his brain. “You didn’t hurt me, you weren’t too rough…it was amazing. All of it.”
But it was too late; the post-orgasmic haze he’d been wrapped in had begun to lift, bringing with it the return of rational thought. And panic. Major panic.
God, he’d just had sex with Chloe. And it wasn’t just sex; they’d touched each other, he’d gone down on her, and…
…and they’d had SEX.
“We didn’t use anything,” he realised with growing horror.
The hand on his chest stilled for a second, and then she relaxed. “We should be okay,” she said carefully. “With your Kryptonian DNA, you probably won’t be able to give me any communicable diseases…or any babies for that matter,” she added with a laugh.
“Still, I should have been more responsible,” he said gruffly. “I don’t know how I could have let this happen…”
“Hey, it’s okay,” she said, sitting up. “I said we’d be fine, didn’t I?”
He wasn’t so sure. Uncertainty filled him, and a gnawing ache of worry settled in the pit of his stomach that he couldn’t ignore.
He swallowed. “Chloe…we should talk about-”
He cut his words short as a sound from the empty coffee shop caught his attention.
Footsteps.
“There’s someone coming upstairs,” he said in alarm.
Chloe stiffened and covered herself with the sheet. “Who is it?” she asked fearfully.
Clark squinted through the door, and his alarm escalated into full-grown panic. “It’s Jimmy.”
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Chapter 4…