Whispers Chlark Part 3
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Chloe looked as if she was a deer caught in headlights as her eyes flew open. She attempted to untangle herself from a very uncooperative Clark as she muttered, “Oh my god!!”
Chloe snapped, “Let me go.” Her eyes narrowed as Clark tightened his hold on her body. “Didn’t you just hear your dad?”
“Don’t care. I’m nice and comfortable.”
“If you plan on ever touching me again…You will let me up.”
Chloe gulped as Clark squeezed her flesh gently making her fully aware of his hands.
“I plan on it.”
Chloe wiggled in an attempt to get free. She realized her mistake as her lower half ground into his morning erection. Her heart beat faster, and Clark hissed and breathed in deeply. His hold suddenly loosened and she scrambled off him in search of her clothes.
Frantically pulling on her shirt, Chloe wondered how she was going to face his parents. Her hands started to tremble as she continued to dress. “What are we going to tell them?”
“The truth.”
Chloe crossed her arms over her chest as she felt his eyes boring into her. Her voice wavered slightly as she asked, “What truth would that be?”
“It’s exactly what it looked like and I don’t regret it.”
Chloe openly admired Clark as he stood to get dressed. His body was sculpted and toned much like the early Greek statues in museums. She’d be the envy of every female senior who’d wanted a date with the quarterback.
“Do I need to whisk you away to convince you some more?” Clark asked.
Chloe couldn’t help but pout slightly as Clark pulled on his clothing. His knowing smirk informed her that he was well aware she’d been eyeing him. She indulged herself for a moment as Clark wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.
“We have to figure out how to stop him before someone gets hurt.”
Her hand gently touched his face as Chloe saw pain in his eyes. “Clark?”
“I hurt someone when I tripped.”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“I can’t let anyone else get hurt.”
“We will find a way to stop him before the game.”
Chloe started to melt as his lips brushed hers. Their kiss was interrupted as Jonathan bellowed, “Clark Joseph Kent!”
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Reluctantly, Clark untangled himself from her. Slipping his hand into Chloe’s, he said, “I still want to find a secluded spot to whisk you away to.”
Clark grinned as Chloe replied, “After the game.”
Leading her down the stairs of his loft, Clark said, “We need to talk about something else first.”
“Whatever it is it won’t change my feelings for you.”
Clark glanced at Chloe out of the corner of his eye, praying she wouldn’t see him differently. His steps faltered as Chloe informed him she could wait too. He gulped as she mentioned him doing some unusual things in Metropolis.
“If you’re not ready to tell me I understand.”
Clark nodded as he wondered what he’d ever done to deserve her. He believed wholeheartedly he should have told her a long time ago.
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Martha instantly noticed Clark and Chloe were holding hands. She asked Jonathan why he’d stomped angrily back inside after going to look for Clark.
He’d informed her, “Clark and Chloe decided to be more than best friends.”
Martha suspected Jonathan was afraid of the danger Clark’s secret could cause for Chloe. She felt Clark needed to be able to share his secret with someone. It would be nice for her to have someone else besides Jonathan to talk with about Clark.
Martha couldn’t wait to tell Chloe about the amazing things her son could do. She’d never been able to brag about him to other mothers. Chloe would love to hear everything.
Martha couldn’t help but worry about inevitable consequences of them being together sexually, though.
“Your father and I aren’t going to give you a lecture. We just hope that you were being careful.”
Martha could tell from the expressions on their faces, neither of them were expecting that. She couldn’t help but smile as they looked almost terrified. Getting up from the table, she said, “Chloe, why don’t you and I have coffee while Jonathan and Clark do some chores.”
“One cup, but then I have to do some research for an article.”
Martha smiled sweetly as Clark appeared reluctant to let go of Chloe’s hand. She believed he was more concerned with what his father would say to him. After the incident at the game, she hoped Jonathan wouldn’t be so pigheaded.
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Chloe believed the best way to block Mikhail was with a jammer. She hoped it would simulate a signal like locusts had with his ancestors. She met up with Clark in the hallway before the game.
Chloe hoped her plan would work. She didn’t want Clark to throw the game. Holding the device up, she said, “I’m going to block his signal.”
“Be careful,” Clark ordered.
Chloe bit her lip to keep from telling him she was always careful. She could feel everyone in the hallway watching them as Clark stepped closer to her.
“You have a habit of needing rescuing,” Clark whispers.
Chloe opened her mouth to respond, but all words were lost as Clark kissed her. Her cheeks were rosy and flushed when Clark broke the kiss. She reluctantly stepped back, knowing Clark had to suit up for the game. Just before she ducked into the sound booth she heard Pete say, “So the whispers are true…You and Chloe are together.”
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Clark grinned from ear to ear as he replied, “Yep.” He went into the locker room to get ready for the game. Tying his cleats, he hoped Chloe’s plan worked and she managed to stay out of trouble. He smiled to himself, knowing she’d needed rescuing on several occasions.
Clark disliked how Chloe put herself in harm’s way so much. There was no stopping Chloe when she was working on a story. He just wished she would be more careful.
Grabbing his helmet, Clark stepped out to follow the other players onto the field. He sighed when he found his dad outside waiting for him. His disapproving look hurt him more than Jonathan would ever realize.
“Clark, what are you doing?”
Clark told Jonathan about Mikhail stopping over at the farm. It seemed he was no longer interested in playing with him and Chloe. He had bets riding on the game and wanted to make certain Clark wasn’t going to quit. “Mikhail threatened to hurt the players.”
“I understand you don’t want to quit. But getting hit by you is like being run over by a freight train.”
The last thing Clark wanted was for someone else to get hurt. “Chloe and I think we found a way to stop Mikhail.”
“Well I’m sorry, son. Thinking isn’t good enough.”
Clark wished his dad would understand. Jonathan wasn’t happy about his decision to play or his insistence that he was going to continue to see Chloe and tell her his secret. “Dad, I know you don't agree with me. But sometimes, taking responsibility means having faith in yourself to make the hard choices.”
“And it also means being willing to accept the consequences.”
Clark nodded his head in agreement. He was willing to accept the consequences for any of his actions. “Every handshake, every hug, every time I'm out on that field, I make a conscious decision to fall when those guys hit me so they don't get hurt. No matter how hard you try, you can't understand that. That's why it's my decision, not yours.”
“You're starting to sound more and more like your father.”
“I hope so, Dad,” Clark responded before heading to the field.
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Mikhail covered his ears when he heard the loud frequency. The announcer said “First down Smallville,” before a low frequency is emitted and then the whistle is blown.
After Clark yelled, “ Iowa 80! Iowa 80!Set! Hut! Hut!” Mikhail whispered trip! The low frequency continued and he watched in dismay as the player didn’t trip. Mikhail attempted to make a player fumble, to no avail.
“Touchdown!”
Mikhail glared when Clark yelled, “Yeah!”
Where is your girlfriend? he wondered as he looked around for Chloe. Getting up from the bleachers, he headed toward the school.
Opening the door, Mikhail said, “Fancy toy. Stop.”
“Looks like someone's been broken. Kinda sucks when you have to play fair, doesn't it?” Chloe snarked.
“Yes, well, in my country, you do not survive if you cannot adapt to the unexpected,” Mikhail said before he struggled with her. He busted the machine and cuffed Chloe. Grabbing her press pass from her, he said, “Now to make your boyfriend throw the game.”
Mikhail wasn’t pleased that the Crows were only one touchdown away from winning the game. He appeared on the field during a time out.
“What are you doing here?” Clark growled.
Mikhail showed Clark the press pass and said, “Here's how the last play in my game works. If the Crows score another touchdown, Chloe's dead. If you don't go back out on the field right now and lose the game, your girlfriend’s dead."
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Clark clenched and unclenched his fist. He was more than a little tempted to pummel Mikhail into oblivion. Somehow, he managed to keep his cool despite his worry. He should have known Chloe would be discovered.
Clark stepped out onto the field. He was determined to win the game and save Chloe. He x-rayed the wall of the field house. His eyes narrowed in on Mikhail and his heart skipped a beat when he saw Chloe had a knife against her throat.
Clark threw the pass and super sped off the field. He shoved Mikhail into a locker and broke the handcuffs. His speed enabled him to reappear back on the field in the same position without anyone noticing.
Clark grinned when the pass was caught. “Yeah!!! Whoo!!”
His teammates came over to him, and they all huddled together in celebration. His eyebrow rose as one of his teammates quirked, “So Kent. You and Chloe?”
“Took them long enough,” Pete teased.
Clark shook his head in mock annoyance. He glanced at the side of the field and found Chloe standing there smiling at him. Starting toward her, he had to remind himself not to super speed.
Clark wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. “I’m not letting you out of my sight.” His lips descended on hers before she could spout a witty comeback. He broke the kiss knowing she needed to breathe, and his teammates cheered, “it’s about time.”
Clark really wanted to spend some time alone with Chloe, but he knew his teammates wanted him to join them at the victory party. “Can you wait for me outside of the locker room?”
He smiled when she answered, “Yes. I won’t go anywhere without you.”
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