Come To Me- Smallville songfic
Title: Come To Me
Rating: NC-17; bordering on whatever might be above that.
Pairings: Chlark
Spoilers: Possibly Mortal, Hidden, and Fanatic.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: Clark and Chloe are thinking of each other... and neither one realizes it.
Warnings: READ: This is for mature audiences only. To be blunt, it's smutty, people. If you are in any way offended with the subject of masturbation, then don't read this one. Simple as that. Other than that, there's a bit of strong language. You have been warned.
Clark groaned as he tossed and turned in his bed. Damn it, he was horny. He was so damned horny.
It wasn't exactly a typical experience for him; it didn't seem to blindside him all that often. Just every now and then, and when it did, he usually did nothing about it, just tried to sleep it off. Not exactly the best thing to do, but he'd always felt like a naughty boy after the few times he had done something about it.
But tonight... there was something different about the entire situation.
He almost felt... desperate. Like he HAD to do something.
His entire body felt as if it were on fire, some sort of primal want, a need, flowing through him.
What he needed was a woman, but there wasn't really one nearby.
He suddenly thought of Chloe, but then mentally scolded himself.
She was his best friend. It'd be cruel and downright wrong if he just called and begged her to sleep with him. Besides, there was still the small chance that he could somehow hurt her, and that was a chance he wasn't willing to take.
He sighed, frustrated, and knew what had to be done.
He sat up in his bed, trying to get comfortable, but already feeling uneasy on the inside.
As he slowly unbuttoned the single button on his pajama bottoms and started to release himself from his night clothes, he wasn't surprised to realize that he was already thinking of someone.
Chloe.
On the rare occasions that he did do this, she was always the one who entered his mind... even when he'd been in love with Lana. It was frightfully confusing, but in the end, thinking of her always resulted in a mind-blowing orgasm for him, so he wasn't going to see it as a bad thing.
He shut his eyes and could already imagine her in front of him, the image all too fantastically clear. He hadn't had the opportunity to see her in all her glory, but he did recall x-raying her once or twice when he'd been under the influence of red Kryptonite, so he had a perfect idea of what her body looked like.
He groaned softly as he finally touched himself, imagining that it was her instead.
*Traveling through galaxies on telepathic roads
Seeing in the distance clouds of breath out in the cold
All of my desires waiting for someone to hold
So come to me
So come to me*
Chloe couldn't sleep as she lay in her bed in her dorm room in Metropolis.
She had been asleep, but a particularly... erotic dream had awoken her. And now she couldn't get back to sleep because it seemed to haunt her. It had felt too damned real. She could still practically hear Clark's moans in her ears.
She grumbled to herself and rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling.
It was beginning to be painfully clear what she was going to have to do, although a part of her didn't really want to. She needed Clark, damn it, not her own hand, but it was going to have to do if she wanted any sort of relief.
She made her way out of her tank top, pajama bottoms, and panties, and piled them on the floor next to her bed.
It was nights like this when she was glad that she no longer had a roommate.
She rested back onto her back, bending her knees, and spread her legs just slightly. Her eyes fell closed, and as she slowly began to touch her already moist skin, she bit back a moan.
*Lying here pretending that you're closer than you are*
Clark groaned, biting down on his lip as he stroked himself. He could never remember ever feeling this hard before, this turned on. His thoughts of Chloe were driving him mad, as actual memories blended with fantasies.
Though he'd been hopped up on the red stuff, the day Chloe and Pete had been infected by the parasite was as clear to him as could be. He could remember perfectly how she'd felt in his arms, in his lap, and how she'd tasted when he'd kissed her. He desperately longed to taste her again, and this time much more than her mouth.
*Memories of kisses from my dreams until the dawn
So come to me
So come to me*
Chloe moaned, her head sinking into the pillows as she gently ran her fingers over her skin. Her body felt so sensitive tonight, and she really had no idea as to why.
As she slid her fingers up and down over her feminine slit, she made a quick note in her mind to buy herself a vibrator, because it would probably make things much easier, and her imagination possibly better. It was a note she'd probably forget.
Clark hadn't called in days, and she suddenly longed to hear his voice.
Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head at the thought of his voice. He had the damn sexiest voice she'd ever heard. There had been so many times when he'd simply lowered his voice a notch, and she could have sworn she was going to soak her panties.
She could suddenly hear his voice in her head, muttering dirty things that he would never ever really say.
*The nights when you don't call
My life is a catastrophe
I need to feel you close to me
I'm waiting out the storm*
A loud moan filled Clark's mouth as he continued to pump his hand over his aching manhood.
He kept wishing that she was there. He wanted her so bad, he could practically taste her. He'd been wanting her for months now, but he'd been confused, and hadn't known just exactly what he'd wanted or needed. But now he knew. He was 100 percent clear of what he wanted and needed.
What he wanted, so desperately, was to make love to her. What he needed was to lose himself inside her beautiful little body.
*'Cause when I'm all alone
I imagine lying face-to-face
Inhaling every breath you take
I'm waiting out the storm
I'm waiting out the storm*
Chloe whimpered softly, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head.
She felt so tempted to call him, to get her to come to her, so she could try to seduce him, but she wasn't so sure it would work. Clark was too damn stubborn. Although... lately, he had started to become more open with her.
Neither were sure of how the conversation had come to it, but one night, a few weeks before, they had suddenly began to discuss the fact that Clark could potentially never have sex again because of his powers. It was a discussion they'd almost had once or twice before, and Chloe was tired of tiptoeing around the subject.
"Okay... let's be... precise here, I guess." She'd crossed her arms. "Has your powers ever effected your ability to... help yourself out?"
His cheeks blazed hot pink, and he'd ducked his head down. "Um... I don't think so."
"Nothing abnormal has happened when you're..."
"No... and how would I know anyway? It's not like I know how earth guys... do business."
She'd wanted to laugh. It was cute how shy he was about all this.
"Well..." She'd given him a look. "If your powers don't effect you... doing yourself, than I'm sure it wouldn't effect you doing someone else."
As the memory of the conversation seeped into her mind, the thought of him pleasuring himself was almost too much for her to take. She imagined herself watching him, and could have sworn she was about to go over the edge.
*Conversation hotter than a fireman engulfed
Sweeping through my body causing temperatures to smoke
Every second passing makes it hard for me to cope
So come to me
So come to me*
Clark wondered what she was doing right now. Was she thinking of him? Was she touching herself, wishing imagining that it was him? The thought caused his hips to raise involuntarily, and he released a deep groan. His grip on himself tightened.
*Walking with my fingers and I'm creeping down there slow
Reaching for the places that no one could ever go*
Chloe shifted on the bed, realizing that she needed more. She needed more than what merely caressing herself was providing.
Without a second thought, she parted her legs a bit more, and slipped one finger slowly into herself. She let out a gasping moan, her eyes squeezing tightly shut, and her head rolling to the side. She bit her lip, continually wishing that it was his hand instead.
*Pushing me to ecstasy
You touch my very soul
So come to me
So come to me*
Clark decided that he couldn't take it anymore. The next time he started to feel like this, he was going to go to her, no matter what the cost.
He continued to rub his hand over himself, a groan forming in his throat.
*Thinking of you
What can I do?*
Chloe moaned loudly, not sure just how much more her body could take.
*I'm thinking of you*
Clark knew that he was close. He could feel it.
His brain was flooded with images, with sounds, and his hand started moving in overtime.
And then, suddenly, the strangest idea entered his mind, and he had to go with it. He had to know what she was doing.
He was surprised he was able to concentrate that well, but focused his super-hearing on that dorm room in Metropolis.
And what he heard surprised him.
*'Cause when I'm all alone*
Chloe let out moan after moan, and her thighs started to tremble.
*I lie awake and masturbate*
Clark's eyes widened and he almost stopped his actions.
She WAS thinking of him!
He felt his entire body start to stiffen.
*I love to hear the sounds you make*
Chloe cried out, throwing her head back as pleasure enveloped her. Her entire body was shaking, and she wouldn't have been surprised if her next-door-neighbor had heard her.
*Baby, here I come*
Hearing Chloe's cries were too much for Clark, and a deep groan rumbled inside of him as he lost complete control of himself.
*Baby, here I come*
Chloe crumbled in her bed, her head rolling limply to the side.
She was much relieved, but as she lay there, a part of her still felt empty.
Her gaze fell on her cell phone, which lay on her desk not too far from the bed.
She bit her lip. She was insanely tempted to call him... but should she?
*Waiting, waiting*
Clark's eyes wandered over to his cell phone sitting on his bedside table, and he tried to fight back the thoughts in his head.
*I know*
Chloe's eyes moved from the desk, but suddenly jumped back when her cell phone rang out.
She bit her lip, almost nervously, and then reached out to answer it.
"Chloe?" Clark's voice greeted her, but it sounded hoarse.
"Clark... what's wrong? It's the middle of the night." Her voice croaked, and she knew it sounded even hoarser than his. Her eyes suddenly widened. Had he maybe just been...?
*I know*
"Um... nothing." Clark cleared his throat. "I just felt like hearing your voice."
"Oh..." Her voice shrunk slightly. She sounded like a complete and utter mess, a surefire and telltale sign of what she'd just been doing. "Clark?"
*You'll come to me*
"Yeah?" He inquired, and Chloe felt butterflies start to dance around in her stomach.
"Will you... will you come here? To Metropolis?" Her voice was hushed. "I... I need to see you. Please?"
*You'll come to me*
Clark nodded quickly. "Yeah. Of course. Want me to just come right in when I get there or what?"
He got out of the bed, fixing his clothes, and looked around for a pair of shoes.
*So come to me*
Chloe looked down at herself, then pulled her blankets over her slowly. "Yeah..." She breathed. "Just come in."
She heard a click, and silently turned the phone off, putting it back on her desk.
The next thing she knew, the door opened, and he was standing the doorway, staring at her.
A shiver crept up her spine as she peeked out from under the blankets at him.
He silently shut the door, locking it, and swallowed.
*So come to me*
He walked over and sit on the edge of the bed, looking down at her.
He glanced down at where her clothes were piled in the floor, when his eyes landed back on her face, she was blushing.
His expression was as serious as could be, and she felt as though his eyes could see right down to her very core.
His fingers gripped the top of the blankets, which rested over her throat.
He slowly pulled them back and down, revealing every last bit of her nude form.
Her cheeks burned again, and she licked her lips absent-mindedly.
*So come to me*
She realized she was completely at his mercy, and she didn't mind it one bit.
His eyes wandered over her, and then went back to her face.
Her voice was weak when she finally spoke, and the redness stayed in her cheeks. "Are you seeing anything you might be liking?"
He nodded slowly. "I'm liking everything I'm seeing."
Her eyes widened slightly in surprise as she looked up at him.
He slid one arm under her back, lifting her up a bit, and then crushed his lips to hers.
Her arms wrapped around him immediately, and she moaned into his mouth.
Within minutes, his clothes had hit the pile of hers on the floor, and he was laying over her on the little bed, his sweet lips covering hers.
The kiss deepened, and she held him to her, anxious for the fantasies that had filled her mind only minutes before to finally come true.
*So come to me...*
Rating: NC-17; bordering on whatever might be above that.
Pairings: Chlark
Spoilers: Possibly Mortal, Hidden, and Fanatic.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: Clark and Chloe are thinking of each other... and neither one realizes it.
Warnings: READ: This is for mature audiences only. To be blunt, it's smutty, people. If you are in any way offended with the subject of masturbation, then don't read this one. Simple as that. Other than that, there's a bit of strong language. You have been warned.
Clark groaned as he tossed and turned in his bed. Damn it, he was horny. He was so damned horny.
It wasn't exactly a typical experience for him; it didn't seem to blindside him all that often. Just every now and then, and when it did, he usually did nothing about it, just tried to sleep it off. Not exactly the best thing to do, but he'd always felt like a naughty boy after the few times he had done something about it.
But tonight... there was something different about the entire situation.
He almost felt... desperate. Like he HAD to do something.
His entire body felt as if it were on fire, some sort of primal want, a need, flowing through him.
What he needed was a woman, but there wasn't really one nearby.
He suddenly thought of Chloe, but then mentally scolded himself.
She was his best friend. It'd be cruel and downright wrong if he just called and begged her to sleep with him. Besides, there was still the small chance that he could somehow hurt her, and that was a chance he wasn't willing to take.
He sighed, frustrated, and knew what had to be done.
He sat up in his bed, trying to get comfortable, but already feeling uneasy on the inside.
As he slowly unbuttoned the single button on his pajama bottoms and started to release himself from his night clothes, he wasn't surprised to realize that he was already thinking of someone.
Chloe.
On the rare occasions that he did do this, she was always the one who entered his mind... even when he'd been in love with Lana. It was frightfully confusing, but in the end, thinking of her always resulted in a mind-blowing orgasm for him, so he wasn't going to see it as a bad thing.
He shut his eyes and could already imagine her in front of him, the image all too fantastically clear. He hadn't had the opportunity to see her in all her glory, but he did recall x-raying her once or twice when he'd been under the influence of red Kryptonite, so he had a perfect idea of what her body looked like.
He groaned softly as he finally touched himself, imagining that it was her instead.
*Traveling through galaxies on telepathic roads
Seeing in the distance clouds of breath out in the cold
All of my desires waiting for someone to hold
So come to me
So come to me*
Chloe couldn't sleep as she lay in her bed in her dorm room in Metropolis.
She had been asleep, but a particularly... erotic dream had awoken her. And now she couldn't get back to sleep because it seemed to haunt her. It had felt too damned real. She could still practically hear Clark's moans in her ears.
She grumbled to herself and rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling.
It was beginning to be painfully clear what she was going to have to do, although a part of her didn't really want to. She needed Clark, damn it, not her own hand, but it was going to have to do if she wanted any sort of relief.
She made her way out of her tank top, pajama bottoms, and panties, and piled them on the floor next to her bed.
It was nights like this when she was glad that she no longer had a roommate.
She rested back onto her back, bending her knees, and spread her legs just slightly. Her eyes fell closed, and as she slowly began to touch her already moist skin, she bit back a moan.
*Lying here pretending that you're closer than you are*
Clark groaned, biting down on his lip as he stroked himself. He could never remember ever feeling this hard before, this turned on. His thoughts of Chloe were driving him mad, as actual memories blended with fantasies.
Though he'd been hopped up on the red stuff, the day Chloe and Pete had been infected by the parasite was as clear to him as could be. He could remember perfectly how she'd felt in his arms, in his lap, and how she'd tasted when he'd kissed her. He desperately longed to taste her again, and this time much more than her mouth.
*Memories of kisses from my dreams until the dawn
So come to me
So come to me*
Chloe moaned, her head sinking into the pillows as she gently ran her fingers over her skin. Her body felt so sensitive tonight, and she really had no idea as to why.
As she slid her fingers up and down over her feminine slit, she made a quick note in her mind to buy herself a vibrator, because it would probably make things much easier, and her imagination possibly better. It was a note she'd probably forget.
Clark hadn't called in days, and she suddenly longed to hear his voice.
Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head at the thought of his voice. He had the damn sexiest voice she'd ever heard. There had been so many times when he'd simply lowered his voice a notch, and she could have sworn she was going to soak her panties.
She could suddenly hear his voice in her head, muttering dirty things that he would never ever really say.
*The nights when you don't call
My life is a catastrophe
I need to feel you close to me
I'm waiting out the storm*
A loud moan filled Clark's mouth as he continued to pump his hand over his aching manhood.
He kept wishing that she was there. He wanted her so bad, he could practically taste her. He'd been wanting her for months now, but he'd been confused, and hadn't known just exactly what he'd wanted or needed. But now he knew. He was 100 percent clear of what he wanted and needed.
What he wanted, so desperately, was to make love to her. What he needed was to lose himself inside her beautiful little body.
*'Cause when I'm all alone
I imagine lying face-to-face
Inhaling every breath you take
I'm waiting out the storm
I'm waiting out the storm*
Chloe whimpered softly, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head.
She felt so tempted to call him, to get her to come to her, so she could try to seduce him, but she wasn't so sure it would work. Clark was too damn stubborn. Although... lately, he had started to become more open with her.
Neither were sure of how the conversation had come to it, but one night, a few weeks before, they had suddenly began to discuss the fact that Clark could potentially never have sex again because of his powers. It was a discussion they'd almost had once or twice before, and Chloe was tired of tiptoeing around the subject.
"Okay... let's be... precise here, I guess." She'd crossed her arms. "Has your powers ever effected your ability to... help yourself out?"
His cheeks blazed hot pink, and he'd ducked his head down. "Um... I don't think so."
"Nothing abnormal has happened when you're..."
"No... and how would I know anyway? It's not like I know how earth guys... do business."
She'd wanted to laugh. It was cute how shy he was about all this.
"Well..." She'd given him a look. "If your powers don't effect you... doing yourself, than I'm sure it wouldn't effect you doing someone else."
As the memory of the conversation seeped into her mind, the thought of him pleasuring himself was almost too much for her to take. She imagined herself watching him, and could have sworn she was about to go over the edge.
*Conversation hotter than a fireman engulfed
Sweeping through my body causing temperatures to smoke
Every second passing makes it hard for me to cope
So come to me
So come to me*
Clark wondered what she was doing right now. Was she thinking of him? Was she touching herself, wishing imagining that it was him? The thought caused his hips to raise involuntarily, and he released a deep groan. His grip on himself tightened.
*Walking with my fingers and I'm creeping down there slow
Reaching for the places that no one could ever go*
Chloe shifted on the bed, realizing that she needed more. She needed more than what merely caressing herself was providing.
Without a second thought, she parted her legs a bit more, and slipped one finger slowly into herself. She let out a gasping moan, her eyes squeezing tightly shut, and her head rolling to the side. She bit her lip, continually wishing that it was his hand instead.
*Pushing me to ecstasy
You touch my very soul
So come to me
So come to me*
Clark decided that he couldn't take it anymore. The next time he started to feel like this, he was going to go to her, no matter what the cost.
He continued to rub his hand over himself, a groan forming in his throat.
*Thinking of you
What can I do?*
Chloe moaned loudly, not sure just how much more her body could take.
*I'm thinking of you*
Clark knew that he was close. He could feel it.
His brain was flooded with images, with sounds, and his hand started moving in overtime.
And then, suddenly, the strangest idea entered his mind, and he had to go with it. He had to know what she was doing.
He was surprised he was able to concentrate that well, but focused his super-hearing on that dorm room in Metropolis.
And what he heard surprised him.
*'Cause when I'm all alone*
Chloe let out moan after moan, and her thighs started to tremble.
*I lie awake and masturbate*
Clark's eyes widened and he almost stopped his actions.
She WAS thinking of him!
He felt his entire body start to stiffen.
*I love to hear the sounds you make*
Chloe cried out, throwing her head back as pleasure enveloped her. Her entire body was shaking, and she wouldn't have been surprised if her next-door-neighbor had heard her.
*Baby, here I come*
Hearing Chloe's cries were too much for Clark, and a deep groan rumbled inside of him as he lost complete control of himself.
*Baby, here I come*
Chloe crumbled in her bed, her head rolling limply to the side.
She was much relieved, but as she lay there, a part of her still felt empty.
Her gaze fell on her cell phone, which lay on her desk not too far from the bed.
She bit her lip. She was insanely tempted to call him... but should she?
*Waiting, waiting*
Clark's eyes wandered over to his cell phone sitting on his bedside table, and he tried to fight back the thoughts in his head.
*I know*
Chloe's eyes moved from the desk, but suddenly jumped back when her cell phone rang out.
She bit her lip, almost nervously, and then reached out to answer it.
"Chloe?" Clark's voice greeted her, but it sounded hoarse.
"Clark... what's wrong? It's the middle of the night." Her voice croaked, and she knew it sounded even hoarser than his. Her eyes suddenly widened. Had he maybe just been...?
*I know*
"Um... nothing." Clark cleared his throat. "I just felt like hearing your voice."
"Oh..." Her voice shrunk slightly. She sounded like a complete and utter mess, a surefire and telltale sign of what she'd just been doing. "Clark?"
*You'll come to me*
"Yeah?" He inquired, and Chloe felt butterflies start to dance around in her stomach.
"Will you... will you come here? To Metropolis?" Her voice was hushed. "I... I need to see you. Please?"
*You'll come to me*
Clark nodded quickly. "Yeah. Of course. Want me to just come right in when I get there or what?"
He got out of the bed, fixing his clothes, and looked around for a pair of shoes.
*So come to me*
Chloe looked down at herself, then pulled her blankets over her slowly. "Yeah..." She breathed. "Just come in."
She heard a click, and silently turned the phone off, putting it back on her desk.
The next thing she knew, the door opened, and he was standing the doorway, staring at her.
A shiver crept up her spine as she peeked out from under the blankets at him.
He silently shut the door, locking it, and swallowed.
*So come to me*
He walked over and sit on the edge of the bed, looking down at her.
He glanced down at where her clothes were piled in the floor, when his eyes landed back on her face, she was blushing.
His expression was as serious as could be, and she felt as though his eyes could see right down to her very core.
His fingers gripped the top of the blankets, which rested over her throat.
He slowly pulled them back and down, revealing every last bit of her nude form.
Her cheeks burned again, and she licked her lips absent-mindedly.
*So come to me*
She realized she was completely at his mercy, and she didn't mind it one bit.
His eyes wandered over her, and then went back to her face.
Her voice was weak when she finally spoke, and the redness stayed in her cheeks. "Are you seeing anything you might be liking?"
He nodded slowly. "I'm liking everything I'm seeing."
Her eyes widened slightly in surprise as she looked up at him.
He slid one arm under her back, lifting her up a bit, and then crushed his lips to hers.
Her arms wrapped around him immediately, and she moaned into his mouth.
Within minutes, his clothes had hit the pile of hers on the floor, and he was laying over her on the little bed, his sweet lips covering hers.
The kiss deepened, and she held him to her, anxious for the fantasies that had filled her mind only minutes before to finally come true.
*So come to me...*