Chlark/Kaloe Fanfic: Temptress, Chapter 2
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Thanks for all the love at Chapter 1. I've been squeeing at my comments like a demented fangirl all day. Feedback really does make us write faster! :)
As promised, Chapter 2.
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Title: Temptress
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark/Kaloe
Rating: NC17 eventually, this chapter PG13
Warnings: Smut!
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.
Feedback: Oh yeah, right there. J
Author’s note: I do not in any way, manner or form condone underage drinking. I write from a British point of view, and the legal age for drinking in the UK is 18. Major fanwank ahead to get that to work for the story, but hey - it’s fanfic, right? J
Read Chapter 1 here.
Chapter 2
Clark found himself whistling and smiling as he turned onto Main Street. He’d promised Lana and Lois that he’d meet up with them to celebrate Chloe’s birthday, and despite running over time in his quest to find the perfect present, he’d nevertheless made it to the party, albeit fashionably late.
He walked into the Talon and was heading for the stairs when the words of a news report on the radio reached his ears.
“…unable to say for certain what caused the collapse, but the town’s emergency services were quick to arrive on the scene in downtown Granville. It has also been confirmed that the building was occupied at the time of collapse, and there are several residents unaccounted for.”
Without hesitation, Clark hurried toward the bar. “Hey Molly, could I ask a favour?”
The waitress behind the bar glanced up from the cappuccino she was making and smiled at him. “Hi, Clark! How can I help?”
He thrust the blue gift bag at her. “Could you make sure this gets to Chloe?”
“Chloe? She’s upstairs with Lana, you can go on up -”
“No I can’t, I have to be somewhere - it’s an emergency,” he said, running towards the door. “Tell her I’ll make it up to her.”
“No problem!” she called after him
“Thanks.” He jogged out onto the street, and as soon as he ascertained that he wasn’t being watched, blurred into superspeed and headed in the direction of downtown Granville.
***
“Open mine first,” said Lana excitedly.
Chloe grinned and tore the wrapping off of a fairly sizeable box that Lana had presented her with after they’d finished their birthday lunch. All three girls were now sprawled on the carpet, and Lois and Lana were eagerly waiting for Chloe to open her birthday presents.
Chloe finally got the wrapping off the box and lifted the lid. Inside there was soft white crepe paper which Chloe moved to the side. Then she gasped.
“Lana…wow.”
Lana smiled. “I saw it in Paris and immediately thought of you. I wanted to save it for Christmas, but I figure that now is as good a time as any.”
Chloe’s eyes widened as she lifted the slinky red dress out of the box. It had straps that were so light and fine they could have been spun by a silk spider, and the fabric was smooth and silky to the touch.
“Lana, this must have cost you a fortune!” she exclaimed.
“So, you like it?” Lana grinned hopefully.
“Like it?” Chloe ran a hand down the smooth shimmery fabric, bringing it to her cheek. “It’s positively sinful. I love it! I don’t think I’ve ever owned anything so…naughty.”
Lana chuckled and shrugged. “What can I say? Paris opened my eyes to a whole world of colour. I was surprised to see that there was more to life than pastel pink and powder blue.”
“Lana, thank you,” she said happily, squeezing her in a tight hug. “It’s beautiful.”
“Open mine now,” chirped Lois, handing Chloe a smaller, heavier box.
Chloe set the dress aside and tackled the wrapping on the proffered box, squealing excitedly as the paper parted to reveal an unmistakeable item.
“Shoes! Yay!” With happy hands she lifted the lid off the box to reveal a gorgeous pair of peep-toe heels in red satin, with diamante stones sparkling all the way up the t-bar.
“Lois, these are amazing!” she breathed, taking the shoes out of the box. “And they’re an exact match to my new dress, how perfect!”
“They are?” Lois and Lana chorused, lifting the dress to examine it against the new shoes. Sure enough, the dress and shoes were identical in colour.
“Fancy that!” Lana said, laughing.
“You know what this means, don’t you, girls?” Lois said with a naughty gleam in her eye. “We’re hitting Bar Salsa tonight!”
“Ooh, that’s a fantastic idea!” said Lana.
“I’m not sure -” Chloe began.
“Don’t you dare try and talk yourself out of this, missy!” Lois threatened. “It’s Friday night, and we’ve got no better offers pending!”
“We’ll never get in -” she started to argue.
“I can get us in,” Lois said smugly.
“But we’re not old enough,” Chloe argued.
“We’re all over eighteen,” Lois pointed out. “Lana - your ancestors are French, yes? And mine and Chloe’s are Anglo-Irish. That makes us European, and the legal drinking age in Europe is eighteen. Problem solved!”
“Well, that’s one way to wank it,” Chloe said, amused, “but Clark did invite me over for a movie later.”
“Ha!” snorted Lana. “If it’s the same Clark we all know and love, he’ll probably plead a rain check in the light of some unnamed emergency. And where is he, anyway? He’s should have been here ages ago!”
Just then, there was a light knock at the door.
“Perfect timing!” Lana jumped up and went to answer the door. To her surprise, the person behind it wasn’t Clark, but one of the Talon waitresses.
“Hi, Lana,” she said. “Clark was just here. He said to apologise but that he has to be somewhere.” She held out a blue gift bag. “He said to give that to Chloe and wish her Happy Birthday, and that he’d make it up to her.”
“Typical,” Lana muttered, taking the bag. “Thanks, Molly.”
“Let me guess,” called Lois acerbically from across the room as Lana closed the door. “Smallville can’t make it?”
“That’s not a guess, that’s a ninety percent probability,” grumbled Lana as she handed Chloe the gift bag. “Here you go, Chloe. Clark said -”
“Yeah, I heard,” she said with a sigh. “Honestly, I don’t know why we keep him around. But at least he sent a pressie.”
“Open, open!” chanted Lana and Lois effervescently.
Chloe shook her head with a smile as she lifted the tiny box out of the bag. Gently she pulled the gold ribbon and removed the shiny wrapping paper to reveal a crimson packet adorned with gilded writing.
“Is that…perfume?” asked Lana.
Lois frowned. “If it is, I’m not holding out hope that it’ll smell decent,” she grumbled. “You ever heard of that designer?”
“Temptress, by Katerina Stoltz,” Chloe read. “No, not familiar to me.” She lifted the top and reached in, unearthing an elegantly designed frosted bottle.
“Well, at least you’re three for three in the scarlet sweepstakes,” Lana pointed out, referring to the deep red hue of the liquid in the bottle. “Go on, give it a try.”
Chloe took off the lid and furtively sprayed the perfume on her left wrist. She lifted it to her nose and took a tentative sniff.
“This isn’t half bad,” she said, surprised. She lifted her hand in the air and the girls leaned forward and sniffed.
“Actually, its…quite nice,” said Lois in wonderment. “Kinda sexy and sultry, and yet…”
“…sweet and mellow,” finished Lana. “It isn’t ‘in-your-face’ sexy, but it’s definitely there, and you’re drawn to it and want to discover more. As far as perfumes go, it’s the total package. Very intriguing.” She smiled. “Just like you, Chloe.”
Chloe heart leapt, but her practical mind went into override. “Yeah, right,” she said dismissively. “Clark probably just grabbed the first thing he saw on the shelf. He must’ve been drawn to the primary colours. Look -” she held up the gift bag. “Red packet, blue bag, gold string. Gee, what a shocker.”
“Whatever the case, he picked a winner,” Lois said, rising to her feet. “Now are we hitting this club, or not?”
***
A few hours later, they were sitting at a table in Metropolis’s most vibrant salsa bar, listening the thrum of the Latin beat and laughing over the names of the cocktails as they ordered drinks.
“So, birthday girl - what’s your choice of tipple this evening?” asked Lana.
Chloe tilted her head as she studied the menu. “I think I’d like a Slow, Comfortable Screw Against the Wall to start with,” Chloe smirked, drawing peals of laughter from Lois and Lana.
“Speak for yourself, girl. “I’ll have a Screaming Orgasm, myself,” Lois said matter of factly, causing another eruption of laughter.
“Oh, I’ll have that right after the Slow, Comfortable Screw, methinks,” Chloe said thoughtfully, making Lois almost cry with laughter while the clearly embarrassed young waiter waited to take their order, shuffling his feet. “In fact, make that a Multiple Orgasm after my Screw, would you?”
“Certainly,” he mumbled, red-faced as he wrote the order down. He turned to Lana. “And you, miss?”
“Strawberry Martini for me, thanks,” she replied.
“NO!” Chloe and Lois yelled together. “It has to be a naughty one!”
“Okay, okay,” she conceded, laughing. “I’ll have Sex on the Beach, please.”
“Too tame, Lana, too tame!” Lois said disapprovingly. She turned to the dark-haired young waiter, who by this time had blushed as red as a beetroot. “She’ll have a Slippery Dick, with an extra shot of cream.”
The waiter finished taking their order and fled.
Chloe, Lana and Lois collapsed with laughter.
“That is the most fun I’ve had in days!” managed Chloe between sputters.
“You’re not the only one,” chuckled Lana. “Did you see his face? That poor waiter. He hightailed it out of here like a bat out of hell!”
“We were hard on him, weren’t we?” said Lois evilly. “That’s what he gets for looking so much like Smallville. It was surprisingly cathartic.”
“That was cruel, Lois,” Chloe said sternly. “Cruel - but fun!”
“Well, that was the whole point of coming out tonight,” Lois said. “That, and getting you to try out your brand new birthday outfit.”
“And may I just say that you look absolutely fabulous, Chloe,” said Lana warmly. “You should let your hair down more often.”
Chloe preened and smoothed a hand down her hair, which had been feather-layered and flat ironed to perfection. She was wearing her brand new scarlet shoes and dress, and grinned as she remembered how she almost balked and cried off wearing it.
***
She’d tried on her new shoes and slipped into the dress…and walked toward Lana and Lois with a stern expression.
“You look amazing!” breathed Lois.
“It’s fits even better than I imagined!” said Lana, clapping happily. “I knew it would look good on you.”
“That may be so, but I’m afraid there’s a piece missing,” Chloe replied regretfully.
Lana frowned. “There is? Where?”
She turned around. “The back!” she exclaimed. The dress was completely backless, cut to cling to her generous hips enticingly and then sway outward in a jaunty kick-flare.
Lana sighed in relief. “It’s supposed to look like that, silly,” she admonished.
“I don’t know, I’m not sure I can be seen in public like this,” Chloe said worriedly.
“Why ever not?” asked Lois, exasperated.
“Well, for starters, I feel almost naked,” she complained, trying to pull the skirt area down to cover more of her thighs only to find more of her hips exposed. “I’ve never worn anything so short in my life!”
Lois sighed. “It falls to mid-thigh, Chloe. That’s more than long enough to cover your cooch.”
“Uh-huh,” she grunted. “And what happens if I bend over?”
Lois shrugged. “We’re going salsa dancing, those girls flash their panties all the time. It’s no big deal.”
“Exactly,” agreed Lana. “Just make sure your underwear matches the dress, and you’ll be fine.”
“Well, that settles the bottom half, but what do I do for a bra?”
Lois rolled her eyes. “You don’t need one, silly, you’ve got gorgeous boobs!”
“You want me to go braless in public?” Chloe shrieked.
“I don’t see why that’s a problem,” Lois answered. “Besides, you’re pretty well covered up in front, even though the neckline dips pretty low.”
“Pretty low?” Chloe repeated incredulously. “Any lower and you’d be able to see my navel! And the only thing keeping these puppies from escaping is this!” She pointed to the little gold chain between her breasts.
“It’s sexy!” argued Lana. “And I’m not telling you to wear it down Main Street or to church on Sunday, we’re going to a salsa bar. It’s perfect!”
“It’s sinful,” Chloe mumbled stubbornly.
“Come on, Chloe,” pleaded Lois. “Just for tonight?”
“I don’t know,” Chloe said, worrying her lip.
Lana pouted prettily. “Please?” she wheedled. “It’s just one day in the year, that’s all. One day. And that dress wasn’t cheap,” she added with a sly grin.
Chloe sighed. Lana always knew how to hit below the belt.
“Fine,” she conceded. “As long as you both wear something just as daring.”
So Lois had poured herself into a blazing orange figure-hugging strapless top, chocolate brown leather mini skirt and strappy gold sandals. Her brown hair had been barrel-curled and cascaded down her back in gentle waves, and she looked a far cry from her usual ‘jeans and t-shirt’ wearing self.
Lana’s dark shiny locks were pulled back in a sleek ponytail and she wore a silver halter neck tank over black leather pants and silver heels. Chloe smiled. Paris had worked wonders for Lana’s wardrobe.
“So, are we all ready?” queried Lois.
“Almost.” Chloe picked up her brand new Temptress perfume and sprayed some on her wrists, throat and cleavage, then popped it into her purse.
“Okay, now we’re ready. Let’s paint the town red, girls!”
***
Chapter 3…