Truth or Dare, Chapter 3
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Chapter 3 of Elly's birthday fic, Truth or Dare, is now up.
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Title: Truth or Dare
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Smut’s on the way, I promise!
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: …Anytime. J
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Chapter 3
Chloe covered her face with her hands. “Oh, Clark, please don’t ask me that, please,” she groaned.
“Hey, you ordered this game,” I reminded her. “I distinctly remember hearing the words ‘two-way street’ from you?”
“How was I to know you were gonna go there?” she mumbled from beneath her hands.
“Well you started it, asking who my ‘Talon Tart’ was,” I joked. This game was fun…when you weren’t on the receiving end of the questions, that is. “Answer the question, Chloe.”
“But it’s embarrassing,” she wheedled, still hiding behind her hands.
This time I wasn’t cutting her any slack. “It’s a simple enough question. Who’s your Fantasy Guy?” I paused. “It is a guy, isn’t it?”
Her head shot up. “Of course it is!” she hissed.
I grinned evilly. “Then it isn’t half as embarrassing as you might think,” I said smugly. “Well? What’s he called?” I expected her to name some unattainable movie star, or rock god, or at the very least some Smallville High quarterback she might have secretly had a crush on from our high school days.
She exhaled roughly and leaned her head back against the sofa, then spoke through gritted teeth. “His name is Clark Kent,” she spat. “Happy now?”
My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened so far out I thought they would fall into my lap. “Me?” I said incredulously.
Well, what do you know, an inner voice joked within me. It is the High School quarterback!
I just couldn’t believe it. I mean, I know I’m okay-looking and all, but I’m not exactly fantasy material. I’m awkward and shy around girls, and I never know what to say to them. The only girl I’ve ever really been comfortable talking to is…
…is Chloe.
While I sat trying to process this, I heard her voice again. “Truth or Dare, Clark?”
I was still a few steps behind. “You - you fantasize about me?”
“Truth or Dare, Clark?” she repeated.
“Chloe, you can’t just spring something like that -”
She held up a hand. “One question at a time, Clark, you know the rules. Truth or Dare?”
I got the feeling she was so going to punish me. “Truth.”
“Have you ever fantasized about me?” Chloe Sullivan was nothing if not direct.
But I was beginning to discover that a little directness was good for the soul.
“Yes,” I said shortly.
Her eyes widened. “You have?”
“After what I said yesterday, it’s pretty much a given. Truth or Dare, Chloe.”
“What do you -?”
“One question at a time, Chloe. Truth or Dare?”
“Uh…Truth.”
She was squirming on her seat now, probably expecting me to pick up my previous line of questioning. Poor kid looked as likely to bolt as a spooked horse. So I decided to dial it back a notch.
“What was going through your mind when you kissed me on Dark Thursday?” I asked gently.
She let out a slow sigh. “I, er…I thought you might not come back,” she said softly. “I thought I was never going to see you again. I wanted my last memory of you to be something special.”
I nodded slowly. That made sense, though I suspected she was still withholding vital information. But I decided to let it slide. For now.
“Truth or Dare, Clark?” she said.
“Truth.”
“Tell me what was going through your mind when I kissed you on Dark Thursday.”
Payback. I decided to be as honest as possible. “It had been a pretty intense day,” I said. “The world was falling apart all around us and I was worried I might not be able to fix it this time. Humanity was dying, and I was watching the world go to hell in a handbasket.” I looked up at her. “But in the midst of all that destruction and despair…you kissed me. And it was like a lifeline, Chloe. I felt…renewed. Energised. You’d given me hope that the world could be alright again.”
I paused, memories of that bleak day swirling in the forefront of my mind. Chloe looked thoughtful, serious. She leaned forward and rested her chin on her hands. “Go on,” she prodded gently.
“When I got sucked into the Phantom Zone, all I could think about was getting back to you. That kiss was like a beacon, guiding me home, and I had every intention of kissing you again when I got back.” I sighed. “Apparently, you had other plans, so…” I shrugged. “C’est la vie, I suppose. Truth or Dare, Chloe?”
“Truth,” she said quietly.
I took a deep breath. “Were you being honest when you said you didn’t expect us to hook up after Dark Thursday?”
She looked directly at me. “Yes, I was.”
Ouch. That stung. “I see,” I managed to get out through thinned lips.
“But -”
“No qualifiers are necessary,” I said curtly, feeling hurt, hollow and oddly betrayed. I’d been yearning for her all this time, and…well, I guess it sucked to know firsthand that that kiss had meant more to me that it had to her.
“Let me explain-” she went on.
“There’s nothing to explain, Chloe.”
“Yes, there is,” she insisted. “Clark I wanted us to get together, I really did. But I knew that you still had feelings for Lana, so I never expected you to make a play for me, not really. And I was right. You didn’t.”
“But I wanted to,” I argued. “That’s why I brought it up.”
“Yeah, but just like after the Spring Formal, it didn’t take much convincing for you to back down,” she pointed out. “That’s why I said I wasn’t expecting us to hook up.”
Suddenly, I understood what she was saying; she’d never expected me to fight for her. And in a crazy way she was right; Chloe’s always been my closest friend, so I know that come rain or shine, she’ll always be there for me. I guess deep down I’ve always been afraid of messing with the status quo, because once that dynamic changes, things will be different. And if we ever mess things up and end up in Splitsville, I’d have lost my friend forever.
So it had been safer for me to make half-hearted attempts to ask her out, and breathe a sigh of relief when she said the inevitable ‘thanks, but no thanks.’
Well, that wasn’t going to me enough for me anymore. I resolved there and then to go after her with renewed determination. Never again would I give her any reason to blow me off.
“It’s your turn, Chloe,” I said in a low voice.
“Truth or Dare, Clark?”
“Truth.”
“Are you in love with Lana Lang?” she asked.
Straight for the biggie.
“I thought I was,” I said, “but now I know I’m not. Truth or Dare, Chloe?”
“Truth.”
“Are you in love with Jimmy Olsen?”
She spoke without a trace of hesitation. “No. Truth or Dare, Clark?”
“Truth.”
She focused on her fingernails. “Um…when was the last time you fantasized about me?”
I knew she wouldn’t be able to leave well enough alone. I smiled wryly and glanced at my watch. “About seven minutes ago.”
She blushed. “I see,” she said simply.
“You’re welcome. Truth or Dare, Chloe?”
“Um…” she ran a hand through her hair. “Dare.”
Time to push the boundaries. “I dare you to describe one of your fantasies.”
“Oh, my God.” She blushed again and hid behind her hands, and I was sure her poor skin was just wishing she’d pick a colour and stick to it. “Clark, you’re evil,” she moaned.
“Nope - just curious,” I grinned.
“God, this is so hard,” she complained.
Hard? I glanced down in my lap to where I was sporting a painful stiffie and choked back a laugh. She didn’t know the meaning of hard.
“Well, Chloe?” I pressed.
She inhaled deeply. “Okay, here goes,” she said. “You and I are out doing some investigating. Someone we know has been accused of murder, and we’re looking for evidence to help clear his name.”
I scowled. That didn’t sound like fantasy material to me. In fact, it sounded oddly familiar, because we scoobied together all the time.
I was highly disappointed. I know I’m no Johnny Stud, but I’d like to think that any sexual fantasies she might have had involving me would be…well, ‘X’-rated.
Or at the very least, rated ‘R’, for heaven’s sake. What she was describing was as tame as a housebroken puppy.
“Chloe, this is boring,” I whined.
“Let me finish,” she said. “Our investigations take us to a hotel…one of those skyscrapers with a view of the whole city and beyond.”
Hmm. Hotel sounded nice. This might actually be going somewhere.
“We walk through the lobby and head straight for the elevator,” she went on. “You hit the button for the top floor…”
Wait a minute. Haven’t we -
“…and then you push me up against the far wall,” she continued, her voice low and husky. “Your hands are all over my body; mine are roaming all over yours. Then we turn around and your back hits the opposite wall. You take me with you, our bodies melded together from top to toe…”
Oh, my God. She thought about that as well? I have about a thousand different scenarios of what could have happened that night, every one of them vastly different from what eventually did happen.
But this was her fantasy. I was twitching to see where she’d taken it.
“I wrap my arms are around your waist, and your hands slide sensually up my arms,” she murmured throatily. “I feel a hardness burgeoning against my stomach, branding me with heat. You look into my eyes and hold my gaze with a smouldering one of your own…”
Oh, she’s good. My balls tighten painfully, and I struggle to hold back a whimper.
“I smile up at you. ‘Hi’, I say, in a voice laden with anticipation.”
My heart hammered against my chest so hard I thought one of my ribs would snap. This was the point in the tale where everything diverged into thousands of different fantasies for me.
“What happens next, Chloe?” I say hoarsely.
She gazed at me. “This time, there are no interruptions,” she said in a low voice. “You take my hand and slide it down your chest…I feel your heart thudding insistently against my fingers.”
My throat constricted with sudden dryness. My heart wasn’t the only thing that had been thudding against her.
“You guide my hand down your chest till my fingers trail over your abdomen,” she said. “Then you move it further down…past the cold steel of your belt buckle, and firmly press my hand right against the thick heat of your -”
“That’s fine,” I interrupted, gasping, holding my hand up. “You can stop now.”
There was an expression of innocence on her face that was belied by the glint in her eyes. “But I was just getting started, Clark,” she said plaintively.
I managed to swallow past the dry lump in my throat. “Isn’t it your turn?”
“Hmm? Oh, right. Truth or Dare?”
I took several deep breaths, trying to steady my hammering heart. I managed to get my blood pressure down to a safe level before answering.
“Dare.”
Chloe leaned forward and touched her tongue to her lower lip, and then spoke seductively.
“Take off your shirt, Clark.”
So much for safe levels of blood pressure.
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Chapter 4…