The Power Of Persuasion- AU Smallville fanfic
Title: The Power Of Persuasion
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Chlark
Spoilers: If any, for Spell.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: An AU ending to Spell. Chloe takes advantage of a previous situation.
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: The title basically explains the entire story. It's based on the idea that, if you are led to think one determined thing about something, sometimes you'll actually end up believing it, and whatever would happen if the thing you were thinking was actually true would happen anyway. Hope that's not too confusing. It's better understood within the story.
Chloe stood in front of the mirror, eying her appearance.
She bit her lip, thinking.
It seemed like a good idea... but did she really have the guts to do it?
Yes, she decided. She had to. It'd be a late birthday present for herself.
She took a deep breath and started out to her intended destination.
Clark sighed as he turned over in bed.
It was late, and he was exhausted. It wasn't surprising, considering the day he'd just had.
He'd spent a good part of the morning being mentally tossed around by three of the women in his life, and had ended up stripped of his powers and chained up in his barn.
Clark shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts of pain.
He shook his head again as an image he didn't expect to see enter his mind. This image didn't go away. The image was of Chloe, tightly wound up in the corset and odd-looking skirt that Isobel's pal Madeline had dressed her up in, leaning over him.
"Wow... wild random image." he muttered to himself, and blinked, hoping it would go away.
As exhausted as he was, he couldn't seem to get to sleep.
He turned over in his bed again, and at the same moment, heard his bedroom door creep open.
He was supposed to be alone in the house...
He sat up in the bed to see a woman standing in the doorway. The light was off, and his lamp wasn't on, so he couldn't make out her face. He could, however, make out the shape of her body, and could tell exactly who it was.
"Chloe." His brow furrowed in the darkness. "What are you doing here so late... and how'd you get in here?"
She flickered the light on, and he saw the naughty smirk on her face. "That would be my secret."
His eyes couldn't help but wander over her. She was wearing the corset/skirt/boots combo again, and her hair was styled the same way as it had been before.
"C-Chloe?" He eyed her, looking more than a little worried. She tilted her head, and his eyes widened. "M-Madeline?"
She still said nothing, only batted her eyelashes at him.
He took that as a yes.
"But... I thought you were gone."
"Guess again, farm boy."
He was actually starting to look a little scared. "What do you want?"
She held her hands behind her back as she stepped closer to the bed. "Do not be frightened, Clark. I am not going to harm you."
His hand fell to his chest as he recalled how she'd clawed him hours ago. "But you did before..."
"Things are different now."
"How are they different?"
"I was being led to do the things that I was doing." she said simply. "Now I have what you would call my own free will."
"What do you want?" he repeated, still wary of her.
"You." Her voice fell to a whisper as she walked around the side of the bed. Her hand touched his chest. "This body... I have desire for it."
He swallowed hard, his eyes widening.
"And it is clearly obvious to me that you have a desire for this one, as well." Her hand moved back to rest on the swell of cleavage coming out of the black corset.
Clark felt a tightening in his lower stomach, and felt something else going on further down, and he couldn't deny it.
He tried to tell himself that he couldn't act on it, either.
She moved onto the bed before he could react, and straddled him, the black skirt hiking up.
"M-Madeline... please... I'm a virgin." He trailed off, his cheeks burning.
She grinned wickedly. "The cherry is the sweetest of all fruits." Her hands rested on his chest. She leaned over him. "Clark... tell me that you desire what I desire. Tell me that you desire the joining of these two bodies." Her voice had lowered to a seductive whisper, and she could immediately feel a reaction.
He felt completely under her power. It wasn't quite like it had been before, but he was definitely feeling enchanted, as if he couldn't fight it. He didn't even want to fight it. "I desire it."
"Desire what?" she whispered to him again, toying with him. She rubbed herself against him, and it seemed to him that she hadn't exactly remembered to wear panties.
"You." he whispered.
"What do you desire to do to me?"
"I desire to... get inside you. To come inside you."
Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head.
Clark Kent didn't talk like this.
It must have been the power of persuasion.
He thought he was being bewitched, so it was making him do things he'd never do, and say things he'd never say.
One hand moved up to touch his chin, her nails scraping his skin. "I promise to be gentle." The low tone remained.
She pulled his t-shirt off, which he willingly let her do. He stared up at her, seemingly completely mesmerized.
She moved off him long enough to pull off his pajama bottoms and boxers, then climbed back over him, hiking her skirt up a little farther than it had been before.
He gasped when their skin made contact for the first time, and she hissed, biting her lip.
She moved her hips slightly, then slowly lowered herself onto his length, letting out a loud moan as he filled her. It'd been a while since she'd last been intimate with anyone, and Clark was definitely a step up. She sit still, waiting for her body to accommodate him.
She looked down at him, and was a little blown away by his beauty. His eyes were shut, and he looked as though he were savoring the feeling of being so deeply inside her.
She touched his cheek. "Open your eyes. I want you looking at me."
He did as she asked, and the second he did, she started to move over him slowly, and then a bit more rapidly.
He groaned softly, his hands starting to move up her thighs.
"Oh, God, Clark, you feel good." she murmured, almost sounding like her old self.
He didn't notice that.
His hands moved up to touch her stomach, touching over the front of her corset.
"Take this off... please... take it all off." he whispered. "I want to see you." He nearly looked surprised at his own words.
"I'm not taking anything off." she muttered, her fingernails lightly scratching at his chest. Her head fell back as she let out a deep moan.
He took advantage of the moment and sat up, his hands starting to pull at the top of the corset, trying to at least push it down somewhat.
He succeeded in pulling it open a bit, probably definitely ruining it, and his roaming hands caused one creamy-white breast to pop out of its confine.
She raised her head and gave him a small glare, looking as if she were about to pop him one.
The glare faded when his lips touched her breast, his tongue teasing it. She moaned, her fingers threading in his hair.
His tongue flickered over her nipple, and she jumped slightly, accidentally bouncing on him. He groaned against her skin.
"Take it off." she whispered. "Now."
He practically ripped the corset off her body, throwing it across the room.
His mouth moved back to her breast, and she moaned yet again, moving her hips a little faster as he sucked at her.
As his mouth continued to work over her, his hands reached downward and ripped her skirt right down the front.
It fell off, puddling on the bed behind her.
All that remained was her boots, and he partially didn't mind that.
She kept moving over him, her hands still gripping his hair, her moans growing louder and louder with each movement.
She felt her thighs suddenly start to tremble, and she pulled at his hair, making his head jerk back. Her lips slammed against his, and he tasted her moan as she completely shattered over him.
His arrival struck only seconds after hers, causing him to shudder violently beneath her.
She kept her lips on his a few moments, and then pushed him back to the mattress. She fell on top of him, resting her head against his chest.
Clark felt as though he should put his arms around her and hold her, and that confused him.
What confused him even more was when "Madeline" burst into giggles.
He raised an eyebrow, and looked down at his best friend's form laying on top of him.
She lifted her head and looked into his eyes, trying to hide a smirk.
And it only then dawned on him what had just happened.
He hadn't just had sex with a witch who'd enchanted him.
He'd just had sex with his best friend, who obviously had a naughty side he didn't know about.
"Chloe!" he exclaimed, his jaw dropped.
"In the flesh." she giggled.
"Chloe, you just... de-virginized me." His cheeks burned.
"Wasn't as hard to seduce you as you'd think it would be, was it?"
"Chloe... you made me think you were..."
"I never said who I was, now, did I?" She smiled sweetly, and he blinked.
"You didn't." he murmured. "Why did I feel like I was..."
"It was all in your mind, sweetie." she said, still peering up at him. "You believed what you wanted to believe. You LET yourself make love to me."
His hand moved to lay on the small of her back. "I did." He looked down at her, and felt a weird feeling creep up his spine as his heart thudded in his chest. "Now what?" His voice was just barely a whisper.
She gently pressed her lips to his, then pulled back after only a few seconds. "You tell me."