Chlark Fanfic: Truth or Dare, Chapter 2
Chapter Two of Truth or Dare is up.
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Title: Truth or Dare
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Smut! Well, almost...
Timeline: Season 6, sometime after Crimson.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: After Clark’s snide but revealing comments to her at Lana’s engagement party, Chloe wonders what else Clark might be thinking about...
Feedback: …Oh, please. J
Read previous chapter here.
Chapter 2
“Okay, let’s begin,” Chloe said, taking off her shoes and sitting cross-legged on her end of the sofa. “I’ll start you off easy. Truth or Dare?”
I took a deep breath. “Truth.”
“What’s your favourite colour?”
“Blue,” I answered swiftly.
She stared. “Not red?” she asked incredulously.
“Nope. Red’s my second favourite.”
“But I’m sure it’s red!” she insisted. “It was a rhetorical question, Clark. We’ve played this game dozens of times, and the one time Pete and I got you to answer a Truth question, your favourite colour was red!”
I shrugged. “That was then. This is now.”
She wasn’t convinced. “So how come you wear your red jacket all. the. time?” she challenged.
I grinned. “To protect the blue t-shirt that I wear under it.”
“Oh,” she said, comprehension dawning. “I could have sworn your favourite colour would still be red.” She gnawed on her lower lip. “Hmm. Seems like I don’t know you as well as I thought I did.”
“I think you do,” I said softly. “You got me started on the path to blue shirtdom. Remember?”
Chloe smiled, looking nostalgic. She was probably thinking of that day years ago in Eighth Grade when she helped me pick out a shirt to wear to go on a date with Lana. “Blue always was a good colour on you,” she said reminiscently.
I smiled. “I think so, too.”
“Okay, your turn,” she said.
I focused my gaze on her. “Truth or Dare, Chloe.”
“Truth.”
“Are you a natural blonde?”
Her face reddened. “No.”
I gaped. “You’re kidding me.”
“I’m not.”
“That was a rhetorical question, Chloe.”
“And I’ve given you an honest answer, Clark.”
“But -” I sputtered. “But you’ve always been blonde.”
She shook her bright yellow head. “Not always.”
I folded my arms, unconvinced. “Chloe, I can prove you’re a natural blonde.”
“Eek!” she shrieked, skittering to the edge of the sofa and crossing her legs. “You do that, and I’ll kick you in the balls with a kryptonite boot, you pervert!”
I blinked, confused. “Huh?”
“And who’s to say that I haven’t had a dye job done to make sure the carpet matches the drapes?”
My eyes widened as I realised the implication of her words. “You thought I was gonna x-ray you - there?” I exclaimed, scandalised.
She glared at me. “How else were you planning to prove the authenticity of my hair colour?” she seethed hotly.
“With this!” I pulled my wallet from my back pocket and carefully unearthed a dog-eared photo from it, which I waved in front of her face.
In the picture was a toddler in a purple dress with large hazel eyes, blonde pigtails and a sunny, eight-toothed smile.
“That’s me!” she said, shocked.
“Of course it’s you,” I said. “And you’re as blonde as a sunbeam. So explain yourself.”
“Well I was born blonde, sure,” she said. “But my hair began to darken when I was around ten. By the time I was twelve, I was a brunette, but by then I’d started getting my blonde out of a bottle anyways.”
That was possible, I mused. “Okay, now I get it,” I conceded.
“So where did you get that?” she said in amazement.
“Your dad gave it to me one afternoon when I came to visit,” I said, looking at the picture fondly. “You weren’t home, but he said you would be back within the hour, and he showed me some photo albums while I waited. He saw how enamoured I was of this shot of you, so he said I could keep it.”
“Wow,” she breathed. “All this time, and I never knew.” She gave a wintry smile. “So it turns out you really did have me in your back pocket, after all.”
“Chloe,” I said, hurt. “I told you I was sorry about that.”
“Actually, It’s oddly flattering - that you carry my baby picture around, that is” she said. “It would have been a good way to catch me out if Time hadn’t decided I’d be better off with darker hair.”
“True.” I leaned forward mischievously. “So do you actually dye your -”
“My turn to ask the questions, Clark!” she cut in hastily. “And don’t you even think about giving me a bikini inspection!”
I scowled at her. “Chloe, I’m a gentleman. To think that you’d actually believe me capable of…” I trailed off, my cheeks reddening. Oh, shit. I prayed Chloe wouldn’t notice.
Sadly, my prayer went unanswered. Much to my consternation I saw a smile begin to lift the corners of Chloe’s mouth. “Truth or Dare, Clark.”
I faced her defiantly. “Dare.” Ha. I knew what she wanted to ask, and I wasn’t going to play into her hands by picking Truth.
She folded her arms and stared me down. “Fine. I dare you to give me an honest answer to this question: have you ever used your x-ray vision to check me out?”
Busted. “That’s not fair!” I blurted.
“It’s still a Dare!”
I squirmed. “I don’t feel comfortable answering that.”
Her eyed narrowed dangerously. “Just tell the truth, Clark. You either have, or you haven’t.”
Me and my big mouth. And treacherous complexion. And complete and utter inability to lie convincingly.
“Answer the question, Clark. Have you ever used your x-ray vision to peek under my clothes?”
I swallowed. “Yes,” I squeaked.
“Clark Kent!” she yelled in shock, hastily covering her breasts with her hands. Not like it would make any difference if I did want to see what was under them -
She’s mad at you, she's mad, I told myself sternly, dragging my mind back on topic.
“Uh…Chloe, it’s not what you think!” I quickly said. “I don’t go around routinely looking through people’s clothes, I promise you!”
She stared at me, looking furious. “When?” she demanded.
“Ninth Grade,” I confessed meekly. “It was the first time I was exposed to RedK. Remember the class rings?”
“How can I forget ‘em?” she drawled. Chloe had written an exposé on the jewellery company when she’d discovered that the so-called rubies in the rings were actually red meteor rocks.
“I had a study date with you, Pete and Lana at the Talon, and you were leaning against the bar.” I shrugged helplessly. “I wanted to see what you looked like.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I find it hard to believe you had any interest in me when Lana was standing barely a yard away,” she said acerbically. “Or was I just collateral damage?”
“Lana was the collateral damage,” I said bluntly. “I was quite taken by the birthmark on your right cheek, to be honest.”
Chloe flushed hotly. Somehow she always found it hard to take a compliment about her face and figure. I don’t know why, because she’s stunning. She has silky blonde hair, eyes that sparkle like polished gemstones, a smile that thrills me to my toes, and she has this awesome body that -
…that I shouldn’t be thinking about because she’s just my friend. Really.
So I shrugged. “Hey, you wanted the truth, didn’t you?” I said. “And you’re right…it feels oddly cleansing.” I leaned forward with a leery grin. “And now it’s my turn. Truth or Dare, Chloe.”
She swallowed. “Truth.”
I folded my arms and grinned. “What’s your bra size?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she shot back. “I’ve changed my mind. Dare.”
“Fine. I dare you to show me the size tag on your bra.”
She blushed. I leaned back against the sofa and leisurely crossed my feet. “Well?” I said sweetly.
“34c,” she mumbled. “Truth or Dare, Clark.”
Uh-oh. “Truth.”
She leaned forward with a naughty gleam in her eye. “Something I’ve been dying to know: who the Talon Tart that you were dry-humping when Lana walked in on you a few years ago?” she said.
Ha! She was in for a shock.
I faced her squarely. “You.”
She reared back, mouth agape. “No way!”
“It’s true.”
She shook her head. “I don’t believe you.”
“Chloe, I’ve got no reason to lie to you.”
“No? Then why am I just finding out about this now?” she screeched.
Maybe it’s mean of me, but I was actually enjoying her discomfort. I don’t know who she was expecting, but the last person she was expecting it to be was her.
“You were under the influence of the parasite,” I explained. “After they took it out of you, there was a whole bunch of stuff you couldn’t remember, and…well, I didn’t want to burden you.”
“So how come you remembered it?” she challenged.
“I didn’t have the parasite, but Pete did, and he slipped me some redK.”
Chloe nibbled on her lower lip for long moments. Then she spoke tentatively. “Was I good? No - forget I asked -”
“The best,” I replied quietly.
And it was true. To date, that has been the hottest make-out session of my life. I’d finally been able to put my hands all over that awesome body (that I never think about). And the way we kissed…she did this thing with her tongue that had me wishing we didn’t have Pete in the front seat. Because if he hadn’t been there…
Well. All I can say is thank God for Kryptonian parasites.
We stared at each other, and I can swear the temperature in the room had risen considerably - along with certain body parts of mine.
I distracted myself by returning to the game. “Truth or Dare, Chloe.”
“Dare,” she said boldly.
I decided to hit below the belt. “I dare you to tell me who you fantasize about.”
***
Chapter 3…
Enjoy! :)
Title: Truth or Dare
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Smut! Well, almost...
Timeline: Season 6, sometime after Crimson.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: After Clark’s snide but revealing comments to her at Lana’s engagement party, Chloe wonders what else Clark might be thinking about...
Feedback: …Oh, please. J
Read previous chapter here.
Chapter 2
“Okay, let’s begin,” Chloe said, taking off her shoes and sitting cross-legged on her end of the sofa. “I’ll start you off easy. Truth or Dare?”
I took a deep breath. “Truth.”
“What’s your favourite colour?”
“Blue,” I answered swiftly.
She stared. “Not red?” she asked incredulously.
“Nope. Red’s my second favourite.”
“But I’m sure it’s red!” she insisted. “It was a rhetorical question, Clark. We’ve played this game dozens of times, and the one time Pete and I got you to answer a Truth question, your favourite colour was red!”
I shrugged. “That was then. This is now.”
She wasn’t convinced. “So how come you wear your red jacket all. the. time?” she challenged.
I grinned. “To protect the blue t-shirt that I wear under it.”
“Oh,” she said, comprehension dawning. “I could have sworn your favourite colour would still be red.” She gnawed on her lower lip. “Hmm. Seems like I don’t know you as well as I thought I did.”
“I think you do,” I said softly. “You got me started on the path to blue shirtdom. Remember?”
Chloe smiled, looking nostalgic. She was probably thinking of that day years ago in Eighth Grade when she helped me pick out a shirt to wear to go on a date with Lana. “Blue always was a good colour on you,” she said reminiscently.
I smiled. “I think so, too.”
“Okay, your turn,” she said.
I focused my gaze on her. “Truth or Dare, Chloe.”
“Truth.”
“Are you a natural blonde?”
Her face reddened. “No.”
I gaped. “You’re kidding me.”
“I’m not.”
“That was a rhetorical question, Chloe.”
“And I’ve given you an honest answer, Clark.”
“But -” I sputtered. “But you’ve always been blonde.”
She shook her bright yellow head. “Not always.”
I folded my arms, unconvinced. “Chloe, I can prove you’re a natural blonde.”
“Eek!” she shrieked, skittering to the edge of the sofa and crossing her legs. “You do that, and I’ll kick you in the balls with a kryptonite boot, you pervert!”
I blinked, confused. “Huh?”
“And who’s to say that I haven’t had a dye job done to make sure the carpet matches the drapes?”
My eyes widened as I realised the implication of her words. “You thought I was gonna x-ray you - there?” I exclaimed, scandalised.
She glared at me. “How else were you planning to prove the authenticity of my hair colour?” she seethed hotly.
“With this!” I pulled my wallet from my back pocket and carefully unearthed a dog-eared photo from it, which I waved in front of her face.
In the picture was a toddler in a purple dress with large hazel eyes, blonde pigtails and a sunny, eight-toothed smile.
“That’s me!” she said, shocked.
“Of course it’s you,” I said. “And you’re as blonde as a sunbeam. So explain yourself.”
“Well I was born blonde, sure,” she said. “But my hair began to darken when I was around ten. By the time I was twelve, I was a brunette, but by then I’d started getting my blonde out of a bottle anyways.”
That was possible, I mused. “Okay, now I get it,” I conceded.
“So where did you get that?” she said in amazement.
“Your dad gave it to me one afternoon when I came to visit,” I said, looking at the picture fondly. “You weren’t home, but he said you would be back within the hour, and he showed me some photo albums while I waited. He saw how enamoured I was of this shot of you, so he said I could keep it.”
“Wow,” she breathed. “All this time, and I never knew.” She gave a wintry smile. “So it turns out you really did have me in your back pocket, after all.”
“Chloe,” I said, hurt. “I told you I was sorry about that.”
“Actually, It’s oddly flattering - that you carry my baby picture around, that is” she said. “It would have been a good way to catch me out if Time hadn’t decided I’d be better off with darker hair.”
“True.” I leaned forward mischievously. “So do you actually dye your -”
“My turn to ask the questions, Clark!” she cut in hastily. “And don’t you even think about giving me a bikini inspection!”
I scowled at her. “Chloe, I’m a gentleman. To think that you’d actually believe me capable of…” I trailed off, my cheeks reddening. Oh, shit. I prayed Chloe wouldn’t notice.
Sadly, my prayer went unanswered. Much to my consternation I saw a smile begin to lift the corners of Chloe’s mouth. “Truth or Dare, Clark.”
I faced her defiantly. “Dare.” Ha. I knew what she wanted to ask, and I wasn’t going to play into her hands by picking Truth.
She folded her arms and stared me down. “Fine. I dare you to give me an honest answer to this question: have you ever used your x-ray vision to check me out?”
Busted. “That’s not fair!” I blurted.
“It’s still a Dare!”
I squirmed. “I don’t feel comfortable answering that.”
Her eyed narrowed dangerously. “Just tell the truth, Clark. You either have, or you haven’t.”
Me and my big mouth. And treacherous complexion. And complete and utter inability to lie convincingly.
“Answer the question, Clark. Have you ever used your x-ray vision to peek under my clothes?”
I swallowed. “Yes,” I squeaked.
“Clark Kent!” she yelled in shock, hastily covering her breasts with her hands. Not like it would make any difference if I did want to see what was under them -
She’s mad at you, she's mad, I told myself sternly, dragging my mind back on topic.
“Uh…Chloe, it’s not what you think!” I quickly said. “I don’t go around routinely looking through people’s clothes, I promise you!”
She stared at me, looking furious. “When?” she demanded.
“Ninth Grade,” I confessed meekly. “It was the first time I was exposed to RedK. Remember the class rings?”
“How can I forget ‘em?” she drawled. Chloe had written an exposé on the jewellery company when she’d discovered that the so-called rubies in the rings were actually red meteor rocks.
“I had a study date with you, Pete and Lana at the Talon, and you were leaning against the bar.” I shrugged helplessly. “I wanted to see what you looked like.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I find it hard to believe you had any interest in me when Lana was standing barely a yard away,” she said acerbically. “Or was I just collateral damage?”
“Lana was the collateral damage,” I said bluntly. “I was quite taken by the birthmark on your right cheek, to be honest.”
Chloe flushed hotly. Somehow she always found it hard to take a compliment about her face and figure. I don’t know why, because she’s stunning. She has silky blonde hair, eyes that sparkle like polished gemstones, a smile that thrills me to my toes, and she has this awesome body that -
…that I shouldn’t be thinking about because she’s just my friend. Really.
So I shrugged. “Hey, you wanted the truth, didn’t you?” I said. “And you’re right…it feels oddly cleansing.” I leaned forward with a leery grin. “And now it’s my turn. Truth or Dare, Chloe.”
She swallowed. “Truth.”
I folded my arms and grinned. “What’s your bra size?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she shot back. “I’ve changed my mind. Dare.”
“Fine. I dare you to show me the size tag on your bra.”
She blushed. I leaned back against the sofa and leisurely crossed my feet. “Well?” I said sweetly.
“34c,” she mumbled. “Truth or Dare, Clark.”
Uh-oh. “Truth.”
She leaned forward with a naughty gleam in her eye. “Something I’ve been dying to know: who the Talon Tart that you were dry-humping when Lana walked in on you a few years ago?” she said.
Ha! She was in for a shock.
I faced her squarely. “You.”
She reared back, mouth agape. “No way!”
“It’s true.”
She shook her head. “I don’t believe you.”
“Chloe, I’ve got no reason to lie to you.”
“No? Then why am I just finding out about this now?” she screeched.
Maybe it’s mean of me, but I was actually enjoying her discomfort. I don’t know who she was expecting, but the last person she was expecting it to be was her.
“You were under the influence of the parasite,” I explained. “After they took it out of you, there was a whole bunch of stuff you couldn’t remember, and…well, I didn’t want to burden you.”
“So how come you remembered it?” she challenged.
“I didn’t have the parasite, but Pete did, and he slipped me some redK.”
Chloe nibbled on her lower lip for long moments. Then she spoke tentatively. “Was I good? No - forget I asked -”
“The best,” I replied quietly.
And it was true. To date, that has been the hottest make-out session of my life. I’d finally been able to put my hands all over that awesome body (that I never think about). And the way we kissed…she did this thing with her tongue that had me wishing we didn’t have Pete in the front seat. Because if he hadn’t been there…
Well. All I can say is thank God for Kryptonian parasites.
We stared at each other, and I can swear the temperature in the room had risen considerably - along with certain body parts of mine.
I distracted myself by returning to the game. “Truth or Dare, Chloe.”
“Dare,” she said boldly.
I decided to hit below the belt. “I dare you to tell me who you fantasize about.”
***
Chapter 3…