Chlark/Kaloe Fanfic: Temptress, Chapter 1
Hello everybody, it's Fun Fanon Friday!!! And to celebrate the inugural launch, I have a spanking brand new Kaloe fic for y'all, titled Temptress.
Fic is generally rated NC-17, but the smut doesn't show up for a few chapters. Total length probably about 7 chapters.
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Title: Temptress
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark/Kaloe
Rating: NC17 (this chapter is PG13, though)
Warnings: None at the moment
Timeline: Season 4 (after Spell)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Clark buys Chloe some perfume as a pressie. But the red tint of the scent wasn’t gotten from rose petals. Oops.
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Chapter 1
“Chloe, could you come upstairs a second?”
Chloe Sullivan coffee cup in hand, glanced up at her friend Lana Lang who was leaning over the banister on the stairs leading up to the Talon apartment.
“Sure. What’s up?”
“I’ve got something I need your advice on,” she said.
Chloe shrugged and made her way up the stairs. “Okay, but make it quick - Lois is going to be here any second, and I promised to swap gossip with her before she heads back to Met U.”
Lana smiled. “Don’t worry, this won’t take long,” she reassured her, leading the way into the apartment.
Chloe followed her in and stopped short at the sight of the table set with party food, a few bottles of wine and a delectable cake in the centre.
Uh-oh. “Whose birthday did I miss?” she asked Lana curiously.
“YOURS!” she heard Lois yell joyfully from behind her along with Lana. She spun around and came face to face with her older cousin, who engulfed her in a huge hug. “Happy eighteenth, kiddo. You’re legal now, yay!”
Chloe frowned. “Er…thanks, but didn’t we go through all this last week?”
“Yeah, and you have no recollection of it thanks to three Parisian witches taking centre stage,” said Lana, leading her to a chair and fastening a shiny birthday hat to her head.
“So we’re just trying to rectify that,” Lois finished, handing her a glass of red wine. Chloe reached for it, but then pulled her hand back suspiciously.
Lois rolled her eyes. “It’s just cheap plonk from the store down the road, with no added sugar, flavours or hocus-pocus,” she promised, tilting the glass back and draining it in one go. She straightened and held her arms out with a flourish. “See? No latin subtext.”
Chloe smiled and poured herself a glass. “Thanks girls. You shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble, though. I don’t think I can handle another party after the last time.”
“Well, this isn’t a party per se, just a little get together of your nearest and dearest,” said Lana, placing the cake in front of her. “And after you’ve cut your custom-baked coffee cake with chocolate cream filling, you get to open pressies all over again.”
Chloe’s eyes lit up. “Coffee? Chocolate?? Pressies???”
“Uh-huh,” said Lois with a wide grin. “We figured this would be more enjoyable than throwing another big bash.” Then the grin faded and she shuddered. “Besides, if we did, and those prehistoric French hags crash the party again, we’d never live it down.”
Chloe looked at her cousin and then at her best friend, and her heart melted. “Aw thanks, you guys!” she said, pulling them both close in a hug. “You truly are my nearest and dearest.”
Lois scowled. “Well, nearest and dearest minus one,” she said derisively. “Smallville was supposed to be here, but he ran out of the house claiming he had some last minute emergency.”
“But knowing Clark, he’ll be here sooner or later, bumbling apology in tow,” added Lana. “Now, are we going to test my culinary oven skills, or not?”
***
Picking gifts for girls was hard.
Clark frowned as he perused the ladies section of the gift store. Why did he have to buy another gift anyway? Chloe had been perfectly happy with the 1899 Underwood antique typewriter he and Lois had banded together to purchase.
“Don’t be a cheapskate, Smallville,” Lois had said exasperatedly when she and Lana had come to him with the suggestion of Chloe’s make-up party. “It doesn’t have to break the bank. Just buy a book or something and wrap it in shiny paper. But make sure it’s a good book,” she warned sternly.
Unfortunately for Clark, Chloe wouldn’t be caught dead with any of the books on these shelves. He lifted up a bestselling hardback with swirly gold lettering, and cringed. On the cover was a scantily clad shapely woman with flowing blonde hair that was at least a mile long. She was wearing some kind of scarlet gypsy outfit which left one leg completely bare, and her blouse was so low cut he could swear her nipples were showing. She was artfully leaning back in the arms of a bare-chested hunk whose nipples clearly were showing, and whose thick, dark locks were secured back in a loose ponytail.
Clark grimaced and placed the book back on the shelf. He didn’t think Chloe would be too interested in The Hunger Within, and he’d be ribbed by Lois for the rest of his life for buying such fluff for her cousin, bestseller or not.
He followed his nose to the scented soap section, and considered picking up some fizzy bath bombs or bath crystals. Girls liked all that stuff, didn’t they? But Chloe wasn’t just ‘a girl’; she was special, his best friend. But that produced a whole new worry. Thanks for this gift, Clark, it’s lovely, she’d say.
And he’d reply I know. I saw this and thought of you. Er…no, that came out wrong-
You think about me in the bath?!? she’d screech, and shove the lot down his throat.
So it was a ‘no’ to the bath bombs - not unless he wanted to burp bubbles for the rest of the year.
Clark sighed and scratched his head. He needed to find something suitable fast, because he was already late as it was.
“Need any help there, sir?” piped up a female voice behind him.
He turned and saw the bespectacled smiling face of the young redheaded shop assistant, whose nametag simply read ‘Kat’.
“Yes please. I’m trying to pick out a birthday gift.”
“For your girlfriend?” she queried.
“Yes. No! I mean…” he stammered, then calmed down before continuing. “She’s a girl, and she’s my friend, but she’s not my girlfriend.”
The girl smiled, amused. “So, you’re picking out a gift for a girl that’s just a friend?”
“Not just any friend,” he felt the need to clarify. “She’s my best friend, has been for years.”
“Really? Then why isn’t she your girlfriend?”
He blinked. “Pardon me?”
She folded her arms and continued. “If you like her enough to keep her around for years, why aren’t you dating her?”
He frowned. “Chloe and I aren’t like that,” he said defensively.
“Why not?” the girl persisted. “Does she have a boyfriend?”
“No.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Uh…no.”
“So what’s stopping you?”
Clark scowled, feeling uncomfortable. “Are you helping me pick out this gift or not?”
“Just trying to get some background info,” she smirked. “So you want something personal, but not too personal?”
“Something like that,” he replied.
“I have just the thing. Follow me.” She turned and headed towards the counter and he dutifully went after her. Stretching up onto her toes, she reached up to a high shelf and plucked down a small red box, then turned and presented it to him.
“Ta da!” she said triumphantly.
Clark fixed her with a sardonic stare. “What is it?” he said dryly.
“Oh - it’s designer perfume,” she said, holding up the box for him to inspect.
Clark studied the label.
Temptress
by
Katerina Stoltz
He frowned. “I don’t know much about scents, but I’ve never heard of that designer,” he said.
“Oh, she’s new on the market,” she said. “This is her first scent, but it’s very popular. We’ve sold almost all the units we had in stock, and I’ve had to pre-order more ahead of schedule.”
Clark frowned. “If it’s that common, then I don’t think Chloe will really be interested,” he said. “She more of a ‘one-of-a-kind’ girl. I was rather hoping to find something…unique.”
“Really?” she said. “Okay, I’ll level with you. I’m Katerina, and this scent is my creation - I dabble in perfume-making in my spare time, and I’m thinking of making a career out of it. I plan to put Temptress on the market, but I wanted to see how it would be received here first.”
“Okay. But what does it smell like?” he asked. “Chloe usually wears something lightly vanilla-scented; she’s very practical.”
The girl shook her head. “This is as far from vanilla as they come,” she said. “It’s more of an evening-wear scent; very sultry, with a hint of sweet and spice.”
“I’m not sure…” he began, but Kat took advantage of his hesitance and ploughed on.
“I’m sure she’ll appreciate a change every now and then,” she said. “Most women shop for their scents according to their moods, and I’m sure your Chloe will appreciate having this little gem in her collection.”
“I’d like to smell it first, if you don’t mind,” he said, determined not to be bullied into a purchase.
Her face brightened. “Of course,” she said, heading to a cabinet on the wall and retrieving a plain glass bottle with a clear liquid in it. She returned to the counter and uncorked the bottle.
“This is exactly what’s in the professional bottle, minus the colouring,” she said, using a pipette to draw up some of the perfume. She expressed it onto a perfume card, waved it in the air a little, and then handed it to him.
Gingerly he took a sniff, and then nodded, surprised at the pleasant aroma that teased his senses. “This is…interesting,” he said, as the scent seemed to transform and intensify.
She smiled and nodded. “It has top notes of passion fruit and lychee, which is what you perceive first,” she said.
He sniffed the air experimentally. “It’s changed again,” he said, intrigued.
Her smile widened. “As it’s supposed to. The middle notes are cinnamon, watercress and sunflower, which tone it down some, and then the base notes of white musk and moonflower bind them all together and linger for a considerable length of time,” she explained. “The end result is a sexy, confident, feminine scent which I’m sure your Chloe would love.”
It was the second time that she’d referred to Chloe as his, and he thought of correcting her, but then decided not to bother. “I think this would be really good on her. How many of these do you actually have?” I asked.
She blushed. “That’s the only one,” she said sheepishly. “It’s my prototype, if you will. So if you buy it, your Chloe will be the only woman in Smallville to have it - for now, at least. You can’t get a more unique gift than that.”
Clark sighed, and felt that Kat had done so much to pimp her product that she deserved to make a sale. That, and he found that he really did like the smell of the perfume, and couldn’t wait to see how it smelt on Chloe.
At that moment, he had a mental image of himself leaning down to deeply inhale the smooth skin of Chloe’s throat, and he felt his body begin to tighten. He shook his head to clear the image away and dug in his pocket for his wallet.
It wasn’t his fault that he’d been thinking of Chloe way more than he should have been of late. About a month ago, she’d inadvertently imbibed some kryptonite‑laced punch, which had lowered her inhibitions and amplified her romantic feelings. Much to his surprise she’d slipped into his football jersey, ambushed him in the loft and tried to seduce him. It had taken all his willpower to resist her, and once she was back to normal he’d been sure to put things back on an even footing between them. But for the life of him, he couldn’t stop replaying in his head the moment that she’d slip onto his lap, her bare thighs on either side of his hips, and kissed him with sensual promise. He’d had about a hundred and one fantasies of what could have gone down that night, and counting.
Opening his wallet, he fished out the requisite sum and handed it over to the salesgirl. She rang it up and handed him his change and the receipt with a smile.
“Please let me know how it goes,” she said. “And because you’ve been so kind as to take a chance on the unknown, I’ll throw in a free gift wrap. How’s that?”
He smiled back. “That would be perfect, thank you,” he said. “And I’m sure Chloe’s going to be thrilled.”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure it’ll make her day,” Kat smiled as she deftly wrapped the small box in deep red shiny wrapping paper and fastened it securely with a gold swirly ribbon. Once she was done, she popped it into a blue gift bag and handed it to him with flourish.
“Here you go,” she said with a smile. “Presenting Temptress: sure to unleash your inner woman.” She frowned. “’Designed to drive your man wild?’ I dunno. I’m still working on the tagline.”
Clark grinned. “Well, Chloe’s a reporter. Maybe she’ll come up with something you can use.”
Kat folded her arms. “She sounds like a smart, fun girl.”
“Oh, she is,” he said warmly. “I can’t imagine my life without her.” He held up the little blue bag and gave a small nod of approval. “Thanks for this. She’s gonna love it.” He turned and walked toward the exit.
“Are you sure she’s not your girlfriend?” Kat called after him, sounding baffled.
He paused, hand on the door, and shook his head. “No, she’s not.”
As he went through the door, he could have sworn he heard her mumble, “Sounds like she should be.”
***
Chapter 2...