Beauty In Bloom- Smallville fanfic
Title: Beauty In Bloom
Rating: high R/low NC-17
Pairings: Chlark
Spoilers: General season 5, I suppose.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: At that moment, all he wanted was to touch her.
Warnings: Sexual situations (but very little smut).
Notes: If I'm not mistaken, this is my first fluffy piece of smut. I tried to make it sound sort of... poetic or classy, so if it's worded stupid, I'm sorry. :p
Clark watched Chloe as she slept blissfully against him. Her face was partially pressed against his muscular chest, and he couldn't help but smile as she stirred in her sleep, her nose rubbing over his skin.
He should have been asleep, too, but he couldn't seem to. He was too captivated by her beauty.
She never saw it. Never noticed how beautiful she was. No one else had ever seemed to notice, either. He thought they were all insane. She looked like a goddess in his arms. And she was. She was HIS goddess.
She stirred in her sleep again, rolling onto her back next to him, and as she did so, unknowingly revealed herself to him. Her sudden movement had caused the sheet to slide down below her breasts.
His eyes slowly began to slide over her body, taking in the sight of her.
Loose, frizzy blonde ringlets framed her face, the real shape of them having long been sweated and tousled away by their lovemaking hours before. They'd been out to dinner to celebrate her fourth consecutive front page story, and the moment they'd gotten back to his hotel room, they had been in bed.
Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, indicating that she was dreaming. He wondered if she was dreaming of him, and knew that she was when she whispered his name moments later.
Her lips still looked a bit red and swelled, which really didn't surprise him, due to the fact that he hadn't been able to keep his own lips off them.
His eyes trailed over her skin, which looked so pretty and perfect and delicate to him.
As he thought about it, he decided that she reminded him of a flower. A beautiful, exquisite flower that was ever-blooming. In the years he'd known her, her already-present beauty had only blossomed and grown, and, at this very moment, he could certainly say that she was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. It was just so terribly sad that he had been so incredibly blind to that fact for so very long. He'd been stupid, so moronic, and, at times, he seriously wanted to kick himself for it.
But things were different now, and he was happy. He was quite happy that he'd finally woken up and seen the blinding light of her astonishing elegance.
She shifted in her sleep, her upper half moving slightly, and his eyes seemed to become glued to the porcelain flesh of her bosom.
He licked his lips absent-mindedly as he gazed at her, admiring a handful of freckles that were spilled over her chest.
And in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to touch her. Oh, my, how he longed to touch her. However, he knew he'd feel badly if he disturbed her beauty sleep. She didn't exactly need beauty sleep, but still, the idea of bothering her didn't appeal to him.
She sighed his name softly again, and a small smile crept over his full lips.
Perhaps, if he did disturb her, he could make whatever dream she was having come true.
One of his hands slowly went over one of her heaving breasts, and he ran his thumb around the curve. She let out another soft sigh, and he moved his hand slightly until his thumb brushed over her nipple. She moaned in response, still asleep, and he felt her body react. His thumb softly rubbed over her, and her back arched slightly.
He moved over just a bit, leaning over her, and then lowered his head toward her chest. He tenderly kissed over her soft skin, and teasingly ran his tongue over her. She whimpered helplessly, and his lips suddenly moved over the tightened little peak his hand had touched only moments before. She let out a desperately loud moan as he started to suck at her, and he soon knew she was awake, because her fingers had caught in his hair.
"Clark..." she whispered in a breathy voice.
He raised his head to look at her, and the moment their eyes locked, his facial expression filled with desire.
"That was quite an awakening." she mused, softly running her fingers through his dark hair.
"I couldn't keep my hands off you." he murmured with a shy smile.
"Or your mouth, apparently." She released a high-pitched giggle, and his cheeks burned.
He kissed her lips gently, and her arms slipped around his neck.
"I love you." he whispered, and she stared up at him.
"Prove it to me again." she commanded in a low voice.
He said nothing, only pressed his lips back to hers, ready and willing to ravish the most ravishing woman he'd ever known.
Rating: high R/low NC-17
Pairings: Chlark
Spoilers: General season 5, I suppose.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: At that moment, all he wanted was to touch her.
Warnings: Sexual situations (but very little smut).
Notes: If I'm not mistaken, this is my first fluffy piece of smut. I tried to make it sound sort of... poetic or classy, so if it's worded stupid, I'm sorry. :p
Clark watched Chloe as she slept blissfully against him. Her face was partially pressed against his muscular chest, and he couldn't help but smile as she stirred in her sleep, her nose rubbing over his skin.
He should have been asleep, too, but he couldn't seem to. He was too captivated by her beauty.
She never saw it. Never noticed how beautiful she was. No one else had ever seemed to notice, either. He thought they were all insane. She looked like a goddess in his arms. And she was. She was HIS goddess.
She stirred in her sleep again, rolling onto her back next to him, and as she did so, unknowingly revealed herself to him. Her sudden movement had caused the sheet to slide down below her breasts.
His eyes slowly began to slide over her body, taking in the sight of her.
Loose, frizzy blonde ringlets framed her face, the real shape of them having long been sweated and tousled away by their lovemaking hours before. They'd been out to dinner to celebrate her fourth consecutive front page story, and the moment they'd gotten back to his hotel room, they had been in bed.
Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, indicating that she was dreaming. He wondered if she was dreaming of him, and knew that she was when she whispered his name moments later.
Her lips still looked a bit red and swelled, which really didn't surprise him, due to the fact that he hadn't been able to keep his own lips off them.
His eyes trailed over her skin, which looked so pretty and perfect and delicate to him.
As he thought about it, he decided that she reminded him of a flower. A beautiful, exquisite flower that was ever-blooming. In the years he'd known her, her already-present beauty had only blossomed and grown, and, at this very moment, he could certainly say that she was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. It was just so terribly sad that he had been so incredibly blind to that fact for so very long. He'd been stupid, so moronic, and, at times, he seriously wanted to kick himself for it.
But things were different now, and he was happy. He was quite happy that he'd finally woken up and seen the blinding light of her astonishing elegance.
She shifted in her sleep, her upper half moving slightly, and his eyes seemed to become glued to the porcelain flesh of her bosom.
He licked his lips absent-mindedly as he gazed at her, admiring a handful of freckles that were spilled over her chest.
And in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to touch her. Oh, my, how he longed to touch her. However, he knew he'd feel badly if he disturbed her beauty sleep. She didn't exactly need beauty sleep, but still, the idea of bothering her didn't appeal to him.
She sighed his name softly again, and a small smile crept over his full lips.
Perhaps, if he did disturb her, he could make whatever dream she was having come true.
One of his hands slowly went over one of her heaving breasts, and he ran his thumb around the curve. She let out another soft sigh, and he moved his hand slightly until his thumb brushed over her nipple. She moaned in response, still asleep, and he felt her body react. His thumb softly rubbed over her, and her back arched slightly.
He moved over just a bit, leaning over her, and then lowered his head toward her chest. He tenderly kissed over her soft skin, and teasingly ran his tongue over her. She whimpered helplessly, and his lips suddenly moved over the tightened little peak his hand had touched only moments before. She let out a desperately loud moan as he started to suck at her, and he soon knew she was awake, because her fingers had caught in his hair.
"Clark..." she whispered in a breathy voice.
He raised his head to look at her, and the moment their eyes locked, his facial expression filled with desire.
"That was quite an awakening." she mused, softly running her fingers through his dark hair.
"I couldn't keep my hands off you." he murmured with a shy smile.
"Or your mouth, apparently." She released a high-pitched giggle, and his cheeks burned.
He kissed her lips gently, and her arms slipped around his neck.
"I love you." he whispered, and she stared up at him.
"Prove it to me again." she commanded in a low voice.
He said nothing, only pressed his lips back to hers, ready and willing to ravish the most ravishing woman he'd ever known.