Chlark Fanfic: Right in Front of You, Ch 5
Okay, I know I said I was taking a break over the weekend, but I had a few spare hours after hubby and the boys went to sleep, so I was able to tidy up Chapter 5. And as Laurelnola rightly said, we're all feeling a bit glum at the mo, so I thought a little Chlark smut might cheer y'all up.
I finally did it! Yay! Still blushing, though! ;-)
Right in Front of You, Chapter 5
Sometime after 'Fierce'
Disclaimer: Characters belong to the CW and DC Comics
Rating: R18. If you are under 18, please do not go behind cut. Thank you.
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Chapter 5
Chloe would have sold her Press Pass to read the thoughts rambling around in Clark’s head. He’d been holding her by the hair and gazing at her for what seemed like hours on end, and she was beginning to get more than a little nervous. He’d clearly been upset by her bare-bones analysis of their friendship, and now he seemed to be trying to read her mind via her expressions. For some strange reason, she felt unable at this moment to pull the shutters on her emotions and mask things the way she usually did with Clark when she felt the friendship beginning to orbit something more. For once, she decided to drop her roadblocks and let him see what was really in her heart.
She knew the second he connected with her on that level. Whatever he saw in her eyes gave him the push to say what he needed to say next.
“You wanna know what I said to Julio earlier?” he queried softly. Chloe tried to swallow but found her throat suddenly dry, so she gave the barest of nods.
Clark’s gaze softened, and the corners of his mouth tilted upward in a tender smile. “I told him you’re the one who means the most to me. That you make me the person I am. And that I wouldn’t be complete without you.”
Chloe’s eyes widened, and in that instant the steely guard she’d placed her emotions under all but came tumbling down as her heart melted at his words. Looking into his eyes she could see no trace of uncertainty or hesitation, and was sure that from this moment onward their relationship was about to change. But after years of waiting for this moment, she was wary enough and…well…girly enough to want him to be the one to make the first move.
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Clark was 99% sure Chloe was emotionally on the same page that he was at that moment, but he still took a moment to inwardly plead with whatever powers there were to grant favour on him. Please let her want this, he thought. Please let her want me.
Clark slowly leaned forward, his hand in her hair gently urging Chloe’s face toward his until their foreheads lightly touched. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she inhaled deeply, breathing in the woodsy scent of him that somehow seemed so much more potent; whether that was down to their natural surroundings or her heightened desire she wasn’t sure. But she was done questioning everything for now. Right now she just wanted to let herself feel all she’d ever wanted to feel with the man in her arms.
Clark gently sifted his hand through Chloe’s hair, letting his fingers trail along her jawline with a featherlight touch until he reached her chin and gently tilted her face upwards. Somehow he managed to achieve this without breaking the connection between their faces, so as he tilted her face up their noses rubbed together briefly, bringing a light smile to her face and a chuckle from deep within his chest. Then with the gentlest of touches, his lips brushed across hers. They pulled back slightly, then leaned in to each other again with another exploratory brush across the lips that lingered longer than before. Chloe gently caught his lower lip between her teeth and lightly flicked her tongue across it, eliciting a low groan from Clark. He held her chin more firmly and angled his lips across hers, and deepened the kiss, coaxing her lips apart and tangling his tongue with hers. Chloe moaned softly and responded to him with equal fervour.
Clark’s heart hammered against his ribs as he pulled Chloe into his arms and kissed her deeply, over and over again. He could feel her heart rate speed up as she leaned into him and tangled her fingers in his hair. All of a sudden he was assuaged with an overwhelming need to touch her, to feel her skin against his. He slid his hands up over her blouse, caressing her waist through the silky fabric, before pushing her jacket off her arms. She followed his cue, breaking the kiss and shoving his jacket off his arms then pushing him over back against the tree. Clark pulled her toward him, still not quite believing how he’d wound up with Chloe in his lap, her thighs straddling his, her hands busy with the buttons on his shirt. He helped her get the last few buttons undone, then the shirt went the way of the jacket. He pulled his t-shirt off over his head and flung it with such force he was sure it went well over the hill, and finally her hands…oh dear God, the touch of her hands on the bare skin of his midriff robbed him of coherent thought. His heart thumped so loudly in his chest he thought he might rupture a blood vessel. Then her fingers lightly circled his nipples, and he damn near did rupture a blood vessel as the ache in his groin grew to epic proportions. He grabbed hold of her hips - firmly, but not so tight as to do her any damage - and rocked her against his hardness, letting out a groan as the ache intensified even further. He could hear Chloe moaning, an urgency in her voice telling him she needed what he so desperately wanted to give her.
His hands went to her waist and he softly caressed the silky smoothness of her stomach, then he let one hand drift lower to the juncture of her thighs. He heard a small gasp from Chloe and raised his eyes to look directly into her passion-filled gaze. She looked like she was ready for his touch, but didn’t quite believe he’d actually go there. Clark held her gaze and slowly began to move his hand back and forth. Chloe’s head fell back and she moaned desperately as his hand continued to stroke her through the denim, need building within her like a coiled spring ready to snap. Clark watched her respond to his touch in the firelight, feeling more connected to this woman that to anyone he’d ever known in his entire life.
Clark’s hand moved away from her, and she was just about to moan in protest when she realised he was unzipping her jeans. She wriggled out of them and kicked them off as Clark gently lowered her to the blanket and leaned over her, claiming her lips in a deep, searching kiss, his hand returning to caress her through the satin of her panties, finding her slick and hot and pulsating with desire. He slid a finger under the edge of the fabric and touched her moist heat, and she responded with a cry of pleasure, pushing into his hand as he caressed her.
Clark had never been so turned on in his life. Chloe’s hands were all over him, running over his back, sliding round his ribcage to his stomach, trailing fire in their wake, then pushing them beneath both his trousers and boxers to squeeze his ass with such intensity he half-expected her to lose a fingernail in the process.
He could hear and feel her heart hammering against her ribs, feel her breath as she gasped in pleasure. Her hands slid around to the front of his jeans and she caressed him with the back of her fingers. Sweat broke out on Clark’s forehead as he felt his own heart pick up speed. She turned her hand round and squeezed the bulge in his pants, and he instantly got ten times hotter and harder than he ever thought was possible. He could feel precome seeping from the head of his cock as she firmly moved her hand up and down his length, and even through his jeans it felt so impossibly good. If she kept this up, it would all be over before it had begun, and no way did he want their first real sexual encounter to end up in his boxers.
Clark reached for the buttons on the bottom of her blouse and somehow managed to get three undone before the urgency in him took over. The fourth button - the one sitting between her breasts - just wouldn’t come loose, and after three seconds of battling with it, the Neanderthal in him broke loose. With a growl, he yanked at the fabric and sent the last two buttons flying in different directions. He splayed her blouse open and paused to drink in the sight of Chloe Sullivan in his arms, clad in only matching bra & panties, a coffee-coloured satin creation edged in cream lace which rose and fell with every breath she took. Her stomach was flat, her hips flared out smoothly into legs which seemed impossibly long for a woman so small. Her pale skin gleamed in the firelight, while her hair shone in seven different shades of gold with every flame that crackled. Clark swallowed, suddenly finding himself short of breath. Damn. She was gorgeous. And he was a big, dumb idiot for almost letting her slip through his fingers.
And speaking of fingers, Chloe had put hers to good use, having managed to prise his belt loose, pop the button on his jeans and slide the zip down with just one hand. Clark waited with baited breath as she reached in and circled his length with her small hand, pleasure searing through him at the feel of her soft hand against his satiny hardness. Slowly, she moved her hand up and down his thick shaft, and Clark’s breath hitched in his throat as he found himself incapable of breathing. Then she slicked her fingers through the precome oozing from the tip of his cock and slid her hand from his broad tip all the way down to the base in a firm grasp, and he managed to exhale on a long hiss, his body completely on fire. He thrust into her hand as she picked up speed, groaning as he felt a climax approaching. Oh God, not now, he thought. Ease up, Clark. Cool things down a bit. He placed his hand over hers, and couldn’t resist guiding her firm strokes before lifting her hand away, turning it over to kiss her palm. He inhaled the heady scent of his arousal on her skin, could also perceive the aroma of her delicate moisture, and it took every ounce of will power he possessed to move her hand away from his straining cock and place it over her head, along with her other arm.
Clark found himself face to face with Chloe again, her wrists held together over her head by one of his hands, their groins pressed together and practically branding each other with heat. Clark dropped a kiss on the tip of Chloe’s nose, trailing a feathery path to her throat. Chloe growled like a kitten and arched her back, thrusting her breasts against his chest and hooking her ankles around his calves, pushing their groins into closer proximity. Clark began kissing his way down her body, pausing to lick at the little mole on the slope of her breast before making his way across her stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel, which made Chloe shiver with need. He moved on, kissing her lower abdomen before moving his mouth over her satin panties, tasting her arousal through the fabric. He inhaled deeply, wanting nothing between them. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and started to slide them off.
Chloe stiffened and halted the progress of his hands with hers.
Clark frowned and looked up, puzzled.
“Chloe, what’s wrong?” he queried gently.
Chloe sat up and tried to get her breathing back to normal, keeping her eyes averted. Clark shifted forward and cupped her cheek, willing her to look into his eyes. “What is it, honey? You can tell me,” he said softly. He didn’t realise the term of endearment had left his lips till he saw Chloe regard him warily, then avert her gaze again. Clark wasn’t about to let her go that easily. He cupped her chin more firmly.
“Chloe, look at me,” he said in a tone that brooked no argument. Slowly Chloe raised her gaze to meet his eyes.
Clark felt unusually calm about the current situation. Usually he was the one who turned into a stammering wreck at the hint of any intimacy between them, while Chloe was the cocky, confident one. The role reversal was more proof that when Lana decided to walk out the door, she’d taken all his hang-ups with her.
But he didn’t want to think about Lana. Right now, he was completely focused on the woman in front of him. They’d been on the brink of the most wonderful moment of his life, and she’d suddenly gone offline on him and he wanted to know why.
Clark took both her hands in his and gently rubbed his thumbs along the insides of her hands. “Talk to me, Chloe. We could always talk,” he said, maintaining her gaze.
Chloe sighed and stared into the fire, her hands starting to buzz with excitement where he caressed them. “Clark, it’s nothing, really-“
“Bullshit. I’m not buying that. The truth, Chloe.”
She tried again, her cheeks heating wildly. “I, uh…I guess I’m a little shy about having you, uh…going…doing…um…” her words trailed off.
Clark could fill in the blanks. “You’re shy about me going down on you?” he said, his eyes glinting with amusement, a smile lifting the corner of his mouth.
If she was blushing before, she was approaching the colour of a beetroot by now. “Something like that,” she murmured, breaking away from his gaze and looking down at her lap.
Okay, so we’re getting somewhere, Clark mused. “Are you saying Jimmy never…?”
“No, he never,” she said quickly.
What an idiot, Clark thought. But better for me. He kept rubbing her hands, determined to get to the bottom of whatever was holding her back emotionally. “Chloe, I know you. You’re not shy, never have been. If anything, your curiosity always gets the better of you. Are you hesitant because you’ve never done this, or because it’s me?”
This time Chloe looked straight at him, and he knew he’d hit the nail on the head.
“Clark,” she said earnestly, “if we do this…”
Bingo. Clark nodded slightly as he heard the unspoken words she was saying. If he went down on her, if they shared something so intimate, they’d be irrevocably knocking down the ‘friendship’ banner they’d always used to define their relationship. If they committed themselves to this level of intimacy, there’d be no turning back. Straight sex would be easier to recover from, bizarrely.
Clark raised her hands to his lips and dropped soft kisses on both of them. “I understand what you’re trying to say, Chloe,” he said, “and it’s gonna be okay.”
Still she hesitated. “But I don’t want us to lose what we have.”
“We won’t,” Clark responded, nuzzling her fingers before leaning forward and placing kisses on the side of her neck. “We’ll just be moving on to something even more special.”
“But-”
“Shh, Sweetheart,” he soothed, cupping her face in his hands. “Just let me love you this way, okay?”
Chloe sighed, and drew on every ounce of courage in her. She raised her gaze to meet his. “Okay,” she said with a tremulous smile.
Clark grinned back, an impossibly huge grin that made him light up like the setting sun. “Just relax,” he said gently, lowering her back down onto the blanket. “And trust me.”
Chloe nodded, her nerves beginning to hum as he smoothed his palms down her midriff. She looked into his green depths, and felt safe. “I trust you, Clark,” she whispered.
He smiled, her amber gaze melting his heart. “I’ll make this good for you,” he promised, deciding that he’d do his level best to make her remember this night forever.
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