Pleasure At Hand- Smallville Fanfic
Title: Pleasure At Hand
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Chlark
Spoilers: Reckoning and up, I suppose.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: Chloe's taken a liking to Clark's hands.
Warnings: READ: This is for mature audiences only. To be blunt, it's smutty, people. If you're not into that, then don't read. Other than that, there's a bit of strong language. You have been warned.
Notes: Really the shortest fic I've ever written, smut or not. It was written in about thirty minutes. And yes... the fact that I have a thing for Tom Welling's hands might have had something to do with this... *shifty eyes*
"I love your hands." Chloe suddenly said as she sat in Clark's lap.
They were at the farmhouse alone on that cold Saturday night, Mrs. Kent having gone to dinner with some other government representatives.
One of his hands rested at her waist, the other on her thigh.
"Hmm?" He looked at her, his big green eyes breaking away from the movie they were watching.
She turned in his lap a little bit. "I love your hands." she repeated, a light blush coming to her cheeks.
"Oh, you do?" he asked with a small smile, lifting one hand to her cheek.
Her tiny hand went over his, and she nodded. "Your fingers, too."
"What's so special about my hands and fingers?" he wondered, giving her a look.
"They're yours." she whispered with a giggle.
He laughed. "Well, my hands and fingers love you, too." He gave her a silly grin. "My whole body loves you..." He trailed off and blushed at his own words.
She licked her lips. "Prove it." she whispered.
"Chloe, I don't have time to make love to you. Mom'll be home soon." he said, and she pouted at him. "But... I... I might have time to do something else." He blushed again, and she raised an eyebrow.
"And what would that be?" she wondered.
He shyly raised one hand slightly, biting his lip, and her eyes widened.
"As if you would ever do that." She gave him a strange look. "Good, sweet, innocent Clark Kent... fingering somebody? Yeah... only in my dreams." She only turned pink as his cheeks reddened some more.
"Maybe your dreams are about to come true..." he whispered, his face nearing hers.
Their lips met, and one big hand moved to cover her breast. He gave it a light squeeze, and she moaned into his mouth. His thumb and forefinger caught her nipple through fabric, teasing it until it hardened and poked through her tank top, and whimpered helplessly, craving more.
His tongue slowly slid over her bottom lip, seeking entrance, and she opened her mouth to him. One of her hands gripped his side as the hand that had been resting on her upper half moved downward, and under her skirt. He rubbed his fingers over her, the thin material of her panties being the only barrier between him and her skin.
He gently pushed back the material, slipping his hand inside of it. She moaned as his fingers slid over her, and he was a little surprised when he noticed she was already pretty moist.
He broke their kiss, pulling his hand from her panties. She gave him a hurt look, as if to asked why he'd stopped. He gently pulled at the top of her panties, lowering them down just enough to be able to have easy access.
He kissed her again, his mouth slowly exploring hers. His hand moved over her easily now, and one finger carefully teasing her opening. She moaned, digging her fingers into his shirt.
One long, thick finger slowly entered her, and she yelped, accidentally biting the tip of his tongue.
She broke the kiss and leaned her head back, moaning as he started to pump his finger in and out of her slowly.
He kissed her neck gently, then moved his lips closer to her ear. "Does that feel good, baby? Do you like that?" She nodded wordlessly. He pulled his finger back, and when it re-entered her, another joined it.
She gasped loudly. "Clark..."
"What? What is it, baby?" he asked. "Tell me what you want." She didn't say anything, and he stopped. "Tell me what you want, Chloe, or I won't do anything." His voice was firm, and she knew he was serious.
"I want you to..."
"You want me to what?"
She raised her head to look into his eyes. Her face was a pale pink shade. "I want you to ... make love to me with those beautiful fingers of yours."
He slid his fingers back into her, but didn't move them otherwise. "Anything else?"
Her cheeks burned a bright red now. "I... I want you to make me come."
He felt himself stiffen under her, but managed a smile. This was for her, he reminded himself. "And I will."
She spread her legs for him a little more, and his fingers slid into her a little deeper. She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut.
He worked them in and out of her again, and she moaned, leaning her head back once more. His fingers were buried in her up to the knuckle, and seemed to be so deep inside of her that she could hardly stand it.
His thumb brushed over the little bundle of nerves between her legs, and she cried out, so close to the edge.
He watched her reaction, biting his lip, and then repeated the motion. She cried out again, her thighs beginning to tremble. One more time, and she yelped out his name, her body spasming around his fingers.
He grinned and slowly pulled her panties back up as she recovered, her breathing heavy.
She raised her head to look at him. "Guess your fingers really do love me." She giggled hoarsely, and took his face in her hands. "God, I love you." she whispered, and pressed her lips hard against his.
"I love you, too." He breathed against her lips.
Her hand went over the front of his jeans. "Think I have enough time to help you out?"
His superhearing picked up a car pulling up, and he frowned. "My needs are gonna have to wait, unfortunately." He sighed.
She pouted. "I'm sorry."
"Do I have your permission to take care of it myself later?" he asked.
"Of course." she said with a giggle, kissing him again. "Thank you."
He beamed. "Anything for you, Chloe."
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Chlark
Spoilers: Reckoning and up, I suppose.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: Chloe's taken a liking to Clark's hands.
Warnings: READ: This is for mature audiences only. To be blunt, it's smutty, people. If you're not into that, then don't read. Other than that, there's a bit of strong language. You have been warned.
Notes: Really the shortest fic I've ever written, smut or not. It was written in about thirty minutes. And yes... the fact that I have a thing for Tom Welling's hands might have had something to do with this... *shifty eyes*
"I love your hands." Chloe suddenly said as she sat in Clark's lap.
They were at the farmhouse alone on that cold Saturday night, Mrs. Kent having gone to dinner with some other government representatives.
One of his hands rested at her waist, the other on her thigh.
"Hmm?" He looked at her, his big green eyes breaking away from the movie they were watching.
She turned in his lap a little bit. "I love your hands." she repeated, a light blush coming to her cheeks.
"Oh, you do?" he asked with a small smile, lifting one hand to her cheek.
Her tiny hand went over his, and she nodded. "Your fingers, too."
"What's so special about my hands and fingers?" he wondered, giving her a look.
"They're yours." she whispered with a giggle.
He laughed. "Well, my hands and fingers love you, too." He gave her a silly grin. "My whole body loves you..." He trailed off and blushed at his own words.
She licked her lips. "Prove it." she whispered.
"Chloe, I don't have time to make love to you. Mom'll be home soon." he said, and she pouted at him. "But... I... I might have time to do something else." He blushed again, and she raised an eyebrow.
"And what would that be?" she wondered.
He shyly raised one hand slightly, biting his lip, and her eyes widened.
"As if you would ever do that." She gave him a strange look. "Good, sweet, innocent Clark Kent... fingering somebody? Yeah... only in my dreams." She only turned pink as his cheeks reddened some more.
"Maybe your dreams are about to come true..." he whispered, his face nearing hers.
Their lips met, and one big hand moved to cover her breast. He gave it a light squeeze, and she moaned into his mouth. His thumb and forefinger caught her nipple through fabric, teasing it until it hardened and poked through her tank top, and whimpered helplessly, craving more.
His tongue slowly slid over her bottom lip, seeking entrance, and she opened her mouth to him. One of her hands gripped his side as the hand that had been resting on her upper half moved downward, and under her skirt. He rubbed his fingers over her, the thin material of her panties being the only barrier between him and her skin.
He gently pushed back the material, slipping his hand inside of it. She moaned as his fingers slid over her, and he was a little surprised when he noticed she was already pretty moist.
He broke their kiss, pulling his hand from her panties. She gave him a hurt look, as if to asked why he'd stopped. He gently pulled at the top of her panties, lowering them down just enough to be able to have easy access.
He kissed her again, his mouth slowly exploring hers. His hand moved over her easily now, and one finger carefully teasing her opening. She moaned, digging her fingers into his shirt.
One long, thick finger slowly entered her, and she yelped, accidentally biting the tip of his tongue.
She broke the kiss and leaned her head back, moaning as he started to pump his finger in and out of her slowly.
He kissed her neck gently, then moved his lips closer to her ear. "Does that feel good, baby? Do you like that?" She nodded wordlessly. He pulled his finger back, and when it re-entered her, another joined it.
She gasped loudly. "Clark..."
"What? What is it, baby?" he asked. "Tell me what you want." She didn't say anything, and he stopped. "Tell me what you want, Chloe, or I won't do anything." His voice was firm, and she knew he was serious.
"I want you to..."
"You want me to what?"
She raised her head to look into his eyes. Her face was a pale pink shade. "I want you to ... make love to me with those beautiful fingers of yours."
He slid his fingers back into her, but didn't move them otherwise. "Anything else?"
Her cheeks burned a bright red now. "I... I want you to make me come."
He felt himself stiffen under her, but managed a smile. This was for her, he reminded himself. "And I will."
She spread her legs for him a little more, and his fingers slid into her a little deeper. She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut.
He worked them in and out of her again, and she moaned, leaning her head back once more. His fingers were buried in her up to the knuckle, and seemed to be so deep inside of her that she could hardly stand it.
His thumb brushed over the little bundle of nerves between her legs, and she cried out, so close to the edge.
He watched her reaction, biting his lip, and then repeated the motion. She cried out again, her thighs beginning to tremble. One more time, and she yelped out his name, her body spasming around his fingers.
He grinned and slowly pulled her panties back up as she recovered, her breathing heavy.
She raised her head to look at him. "Guess your fingers really do love me." She giggled hoarsely, and took his face in her hands. "God, I love you." she whispered, and pressed her lips hard against his.
"I love you, too." He breathed against her lips.
Her hand went over the front of his jeans. "Think I have enough time to help you out?"
His superhearing picked up a car pulling up, and he frowned. "My needs are gonna have to wait, unfortunately." He sighed.
She pouted. "I'm sorry."
"Do I have your permission to take care of it myself later?" he asked.
"Of course." she said with a giggle, kissing him again. "Thank you."
He beamed. "Anything for you, Chloe."