Chlark Fanfic: Agenda, Chapter 4
Runner by sylvanelfmistre.
Title: Agenda
Author: babydee1
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Timeline: Futurefic; follows Season 8’s Injustice & Failsday Doomsday
Disclaimer: All known characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: More than a decade after the Doomsday Rampage, Clark makes a shocking discovery that changes his life forever.
Feedback: …makes me squee. :-)
Written for the 2011 smallvillebbanglong Fanfic challenge. Many thanks to twinsarein for all her tireless organisation and support!
Beta’ed by legendarytobes& The Fallen Sky at KSite.
Art by sylvanelfmistre& go_clo.
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 4
7th May, 2009
“You should let me take you to the hospital, Chloe,” he said, worry in his voice as he poured her a cup of coffee and took it over to her.
She sat in silence, the corner of her thumb in her mouth as she stared into the crackling flames of the fire he’d set in the hearth to warm her up. It was the same look that had been on her face ever since he’d rescued her from the truck, the same look on her face as she sat in the bath with her coat on, the water cascading over her.
Something bad must have happened. If Davis had hurt her…
His hand clenched around the handle of the coffee mug and he swallowed hard.
“I understand if you don’t’ want to talk about it,” he said softly, and set the cup down with a dull thunk.
The sudden noise of the ceramic mug hitting the glass table startled Chloe and she jumped in her seat, trembling and clutching the blanket closer to herself. Immediately he felt contrite. After whatever she’d just been through, there was no telling the state of her mind, or body. He’d let her talk when she was ready.
Slowly he turned and started to walk away.
“He never left me alone,” she said hollowly. Clark stopped in his tracks and turned to face her, waiting for more words.
“There was a…this hotel that we found, just outside Metropolis, and…he never let me leave. He…” she stopped and swallowed, trembling again.
“Did he hurt you?” he asked, fearing the worst.
“I was so scared,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “We just hid during the day until dark, and then one day he decided…he said he wanted…”
“Chloe did he…did he touch you?” he asked fearfully.
“I…I went along with him because I didn’t want him to get upset,” she whispered. “If I’d said no, then that Beast within him would have escaped, and I couldn’t have that, so I…”
“Chloe, you…” he paused. “Underneath your coat, you didn’t have any clothes on. I have to ask: did he rape you?”
“I let him undress me, but as soon as he put his hands on me…” she shuddered. “I told him I needed to use the bathroom to freshen up, so he let me go. As soon as I got in there, I locked the door, escaped through the window, and I…I just ran.”
So, no. Relief flooded him. He reached for her hand and squeezed it gently.
“You’re safe now,” he said.
“I almost…” her eyes filled with tears and she started trembling uncontrollably. “He almost---”
“Oh, Chloe,” he breathed, sitting down and pulling her onto his lap. “You’re safe now. I’ll never let him hurt you again, I promise.”
Her arms went around his neck and she clutched him tightly, pulling him as close to her as she could. He pressed soft kisses to the top of her hair and her cheek, and suddenly she shifted and tilted her face, seeking his lips with hers.
He was surprised at the shift but he kissed her tenderly. She made a choked sound and deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth.
“Chloe,” he whispered raggedly. “We…we shouldn’t…”
“I want you,” she whispered, sliding her hands beneath his shirt. “I want you, so much...”
He shook his head, trying to ignore the ache that was rapidly building in his groin. “You’ve just had a nasty shock, Chloe. I can’t take advantage of you like this.”
“I need you,” she insisted, taking his hand and moulding it to her breast. “Touch me, Clark. Make me forget…”
He groaned, squeezing the taut flesh in spite of his inner turmoil. Chloe moaned and writhed against him, making her borrowed shirt ride up even higher, exposing her nakedness to his gaze.
“Chloe, don’t do this,” he pleaded. “Please don’t. You’ll hate me in the morning---”
“Please touch me,” she pleaded, taking his other hand and pressing it between her thighs. The moment his hand made contact with her intimate flesh, he was lost.
He kissed her with a pent-up hunger made potent by years of need, his hand moving feverishly over her breast. He brushed his thumb over her nipple and she arched her back and gasped. Quickly she grabbed the hem of her shirt and flung it over her head, leaving her completely naked.
Clark stared, entranced by the sheer beauty of her loveliness. The crackling fire caused gentle patterns to dance across her skin and hair, enhancing her beauty. His throat constricted as he traced one of the thin scratches on her leg. He had come so close to losing her…
But never again. His own clothes came off in an instant, and he quickly lay alongside her, stroking her reverently along the entire length of her body. His hand travelled along the creamy landscape and swept upward, taking her breast in his hand. He leaned forward and opened his mouth, brushing his tongue over the stiff crest.
She trembled and made a slight, breathy sound of pleasure. He licked her nipple again, swirling his tongue around the tight bud before taking it in his mouth and sucking gently.
“Oh, God,” she sobbed, twisting restlessly. He sucked harder, teasing her other nipple with his hand before trailing his fingers down over her belly, and lower.
Chloe whimpered as his fingers brushed her intimate curls and she shifted, parting her thighs to give him better access. Fragrant moisture bloomed on his fingers and he gently pushed one deep inside her. Snug warmth and heat surrounded the single digit and he lowered his head and kissed the side of her neck as his finger gently teased her.
“More,” she pleaded. He complied, adding a second finger and thrusting gently, using his thumb to tease the swollen nub. She uttered a harsh cry and tilted her hips, moaning loudly and clutching his shoulders.
He was trying to be gentle, but it clearly wasn’t what she needed. And he was desperate to become one with her, consumed with a hunger for her that he’d never before acknowledged. He shifted and braced himself above her between her spread thighs and pressed up against her, his cock sliding over the slick moisture coating her thighs.
A spasm of pleasure shot through him and he groaned harshly, his spine taut. “Are you sure?” he said raggedly.
She nodded, reaching down to guide his length into her moist heat.
He couldn’t resist any longer. He flexed his hips and pressed forward into her welcoming heat. Chloe inhaled deeply and held tightly to his biceps as he gently eased inside her.
“Yes,” she whispered, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist, taking him in completely. “Oh, Clark…”
He was speechless, surrounded by her moist heat and breathy voice. Slowly he began to move, sliding in and out of her with slow, deep thrusts. Her inner muscles squeezed around his shaft, making him tremble and pick up speed. Chloe clung to him as he made love to her, their bodies moving in tandem by the firelight. She pressed soft kisses to his face, neck and shoulders…everywhere her mouth could reach. Her hands were all over him, caressing and stroking the length of his back.
“Oh, Chloe,” he whispered. Sweat broke out on his brow and pleasure began to thrum along his nerves with alarming urgency. At the same time he could feel her own orgasm brewing as her body contracted and pulsed around him.
The contractions grew stronger, and her mouth opened in a huge gasp as the pleasure coursed through her. Her hands fisted in his hair and she cried out and shuddered helplessly in his arms, triggering the torrid release from his own body. He held her to him, his voice rising in a long, drawn out groan as his hips pumped fiercely, filling her with his essence.
There was no other sound but the crackling of the fire and their laboured breathing. Slowly he relaxed, taking deep breaths and rolling onto his side, taking Chloe with him. She curled up against his side and nestled her head under his chin, as she’d done many times before. Only then they’d just been friends. Now they were lovers and a whole lot more.
He reached out and snagged the blanket from the sofa and used it to cover them both, tucking it under her chin to keep her warm. The fire had dimmed to a gentle glow, and he surrounded her with his strong arms, determined to keep her safe.
“I’ll never let you go,” he promised, stroking her hair tenderly as she drifted to sleep. “Never.”
***
But it turned out to be a promise that was short-lived. Davis had caught up with them and, with a little assist from some Black kryptonite, Oliver and the team had managed to separate Davis from the indestructible beast who resided within him. Clark had entrusted Chloe to Jimmy’s protection while he took care of Doomsday, but then things had gone horribly, horribly wrong.
Davis had tracked them down and attacked Chloe, and Jimmy had come to her defence, and died saving her life. Racked with guilt over the younger man’s death, Clark had sworn to live his life in isolation, completely free of emotional entanglements of any nature. So, even though it had broken his heart and probably Chloe’s too, he’d walked away from her without a backward glance.
For fourteen long years, he’d thought he’d succeeded in his self-imposed exile.
All that had changed with a knock on the door and a status update.
He had a daughter. And there was no way on God’s green earth he was ever going to turn his back on her and Chloe ever again.
***
Chapter 5...