Chlark Fanfic: Big Bad Wolf, Chapter 2
Here's more of my Halloween fic...
Banner by the awesome m_strangchild . Many thanks, Miranda! :)
Title: Big Bad Wolf
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC17 eventually; this chapter PG
Warnings: None at the moment
Timeline: Season 6 (Wither, with a partial rewrite of Zod)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Clark draws inspiration from Chloe’s Halloween Costume
Feedback: All day, everyday. J
Read previous chapter here.
Chapter 2
It was Halloween, the evening of the Dark Thursday Benefit Ball, and for once in his life, Clark Kent was on time. Smiling with anticipation, he climbed the stairs to the Talon apartment and knocked on the door.
“Little Miss, Little Miss, let me come in!” he chanted.
“Not by the hair of my - hey, wrong fairytale!” she yelled back.
He chuckled. “Whatever. You decent?”
“Decency is subjective,” she said with a giggle from behind the door. “But I believe I’m sufficiently covered up to qualify.”
“So can I come in?”
“Whenever you’re ready!” she called back.
He took a deep breath, opened the door and walked in.
And stopped dead in his tracks.
His first thought was that Chloe Sullivan had completely missed her calling when she decided to be a journalist, and that the world of fashion modelling had missed out on perfection.
His second thought was that he must have died and gone to heaven.
Because Chloe was standing in front of him in the sexiest garment ever created by man.
She was wearing some kind of red corset over a white shift which cinched her waist in and emphasised her gorgeous boobs. Her dress flared out at the waist into a cute array of red and white ruffles and lace which barely crested the tops of her thighs. His eyes travelled down her shapely legs, which were clad in thigh-high scarlet mesh stockings and ruby red Mary Janes. His gaze swept back up to her head and shoulders, on which sat the cutest little hooded red cape, trimmed with white lace.
He must have gaped at her for a full minute, before she broke the silence.
“Well?” she said, striking a pose.
He swallowed deeply, finally managing to utter one small word.
“Dayum.”
She grinned. “It speaks!”
“If Little Red Riding Hood looked like this,” he whispered huskily, “it’s no wonder the wolf devoured her whole.”
“So you like it?” she asked, her eyes shining.
“Like it?” he repeated. “Chloe, you look…” he trailed off, unable to find a superlative word that accurately described how amazing she looked. “Whoa,” he said at last.
“Whoa yourself,” she breathed, appraising him from head to toe. “When you said Sexy Wolf, you weren’t kidding.”
He ran a hand lightly over his artfully coiffed hair and nodded smugly. “Ingenious, no?”
“Oh, yeah!” she exclaimed, walking towards him. “Clark, you look amazing!”
He grinned. “Glad you approve.”
“The vest, the leather jacket, the boots…” she went on, looking him over. “Clark, you even got claws! How did you -?”
“Flesh coloured fingerless gloves,” he laughed, wriggling his spiky fingers. “I figured I might as well commit fully to the whole fancy dress experience.”
“Hallelujah for that,” she drawled. “You look smoking hot, Clark.”
“Well, Wolverine always was my favourite X-man,” he confessed.
“That’s your inner bad boy demanding attention,” she teased.
“Looking at you in that outfit, can you blame me?” he replied, looking over her with hungry eyes. “Chloe, you’re the sexiest Little Red Riding Hood I’ve ever seen.”
“Why, thank you, Mr Wolf,” she grinned coyly, giving him a little twirl.
“You’re welcome,” he said, his voice low and husky with desire. “You sure we need to go to this shindig? Because er…” He trailed a finger along her scalloped neckline. “This Big Bad Wolf wants a private party.”
“Down boy,” she laughed, swatting his hand away and picking up her basket. “You’ll get your chance later.”
As she swept past him he grabbed her hand. “Really?” he said softly.
She looked up at him with wide, honest eyes. “Really,” she whispered.
***
Clark couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man in the world when he walked into the Luthor Mansion with Chloe on his arm. Her cute little red and white number was sexy without being risqué, and received a lot of appreciative glances from men and women alike.
He glanced over to where Lana stood with Lex, looking regal as Cleopatra and Alexander the Great. Lana’s eyes widened, and she caught Chloe’s eye and nodded with a slight smile. He noticed Lex’s cool grey eyes narrow with masculine interest as his gaze ran over Chloe’s lithe form. Clark placed a hand possessively at the small of her back and stared directly at the older man with a clear back off, she’s mine warning glare.
On the other side of the room Lois, dressed as Maid Marian, stood with wealthy entrepreneur Oliver Queen, who had come as Robin Hood. Lois eyes brightened when she saw Chloe, and she gleefully gave her cousin two thumbs up and mouthed the word nice! with a huge grin splitting her face.
Clark looked down at the woman by his side and smiled. “Having fun?”
“Mmm-hmm. Are you happy we came, Clark?”
He squeezed her waist with warm affection. “Definitely.” Deftly he plucked two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter and handed one to her.
“Here’s to us,” he said, clinking her glass.
“To us,” she echoed, and they both raised their glasses and sealed the toast.
***
“The armadillo,” she said with an air of finality.
“Nuh-uh. The purple Teletubby with the triangle on his head,” he argued.
Chloe sighed as they walked along the moonlit road and swung her basket. “I’m telling you, Clark, the armadillo guy had the weirdest costume in the room. I mean he was welded into a shell, for crying out loud.”
“Maybe, but you can’t tell me that the Teletubby didn’t make you do a double-take - especially when he fished out his pink purse,” he finished.
“Let’s weigh this, Clark. Purple creature with ladypurse versus scaly creature costume that prohibits one from going to the bathroom. Who do you think a judge would choose?”
Clark rolled his eyes and sighed. “Okay, I would imagine not being able to pee is the definition of suffering for one’s art, more so than a man being seen in public with a hot pink purse,” he conceded. “So you win.”
“Yay!” she squealed and did a little ladylike jump. “I knew I’d wear you down eventually.”
“Humph. You should have been a lawyer,” he grumbled. He cocked his head towards her basket. “You sure you don’t need any help with that?”
“For the fifth time, no,” she insisted. “It’s part of the outfit. It’s like asking me to take off my shoes.”
Clark looked down at her high-heeled shoes and grimaced. “You should; we’ve been walking for ages. Sure you don’t want a piggyback ride to the Talon?”
“And waste this beautifully moonlit night? No way,” she tut-tutted. “I mean, look at that; I’ve never seen the moon look so large and so bright.”
“It really is amazing,” he agreed. “Perfect for Halloween night.”
“Hmm…now that you mention it, you should have transformed by now.” She stopped walking and crossed her arms, tapping her foot sternly. “What kind of wolf are you, anyway?”
“A-whoooo!” he howled dramatically, wiggling his fake claws in the air.
Chloe smacked her forehead with her palm. “Oh, God. Me and my big mouth…”
Clark turned his face skyward and made loud wolf-calls, making Chloe clutch her stomach in fits of giggles. He went on and on, baying at the moon until Chloe surrendered.
“Okay, you’ve made your point!” she managed between chuckles. “You big, bad wolf, you.”
“Don’t you know it,” he grinned. Laughing, he pulled off the clawed gloves and put them in Chloe’s basket then, wrapped an arm around her caped shoulders and pulled her against him. Her free hand went around his waist, and they walked arm in arm in companionable silence for a while.
“You were the best looking girl at the ball tonight,” he said softly.
She tilted her head up and smiled at him. “Thank you. I had to up my game; I was with the sexiest guy there, you see.”
Clark raised a brow sardonically and regarded her with a ‘yeah, right’ expression.
She shrugged. “No bias, just an honest observation.”
He squeezed her shoulder with warm affection. “You know, your honesty is just one of the many reasons why I love you,” he said warmly.
Chloe stumbled and lost her footing. Quick as lightning, Clark steadied her and held her close again. “You okay?”
“I’m fine, I just…” she trailed off, then took a deep breath. “You’ve never said that to me before.”
He frowned. “That I admire your honesty?”
She shook her head. “No, the, uh…the other thing.”
“What other -? Oh,” he said, comprehension dawning. He stopped walking and took Chloe’s basket, setting it down carefully on the floor. He straightened and lifted a hand to Chloe’s face, stroking her cheek.
“I love you, Chloe,” he said tenderly. “How could I not? You’re beautiful, talented, brave, intelligent and hardworking…I can’t help but smile when we’re together. You bring sunshine and laughter to my life, and I don’t feel complete without you.” He paused, and took her face in his hands, boring into her hazel eyes with his green ones.
“I love you, Chloe Sullivan,” he said earnestly. “Absolutely love you. You’re my heart, my soul.”
Chloe’s eyes glistened and a tear fell down her cheek, sparkling in the moonlight. “I love you too, Clark,” she whispered. “I always have.”
His heart swelled with poignant emotion, and he lowered his mouth to hers, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. Clark slanted his lips over Chloe’s and deepened the kiss, feeling her lips part beneath his. His tongue swept out to tangle with hers, and she moaned, lifting her hands to tangle in the hair at his nape.
As soon as Clark felt his body begin to react to their passionate embrace he lifted his head and breathed deeply. He and Chloe had made a decision not to rush into a sexual relationship, but her softly spoken words earlier today had indicated that she was ready to take that next step with him.
God knew he was ready for her, but he wanted her to be sure it was what she wanted. He could wait for her; she was more than worth it.
He stroked her face with his thumb and smiled fondly at her. Taking her hand in his, he picked up her basket and they strolled contentedly on in the direction of Main Street.
***
“Thanks for walking me home, Clark,” she said as they climbed the stairs to her apartment.
“It was the least I could do,” he said solemnly. “Besides, I have to protect my interests. It’s Halloween night, and there are hundreds of other wolves out there.”
She chuckled and slipped her key in the lock. “I had a great time tonight.”
“Me too.”
Chloe opened the door and turned to face him. Standing in the doorway, she hesitated slightly, then shyly took his hand.
“You know, Lois had to lace me into this thing,” she whispered huskily as she stroked her thumb over his fingers. “I’m gonna need some help getting out of it.”
Clark swallowed and his heart thumped erratically as her words stirred his loins. “I’d be more than happy to render my services,” he whispered back, wrapping his fingers round her hand.
She smiled seductively, a naughty gleam in her eye as she caught her lower lip between her teeth. “I thought you might.” Tugging on his hand, she pulled him into the apartment and kicked the door shut.
***
Chapter 3…