au100: The Tempest 'Verse- Naked
Title: Naked
Rating: PG-13/ borderline R
Pairing(s): Chlark/Kaloe; Whitna
Spoilers: None; unless you want to count Red (possibly) Skinwalkers, and Rush.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: Chloe wants to bare more than just her heart and soul to Clark... The question is... Can he handle it?
This story is a part of The Tempest 'Verse. To download and view the trailer for this series, right click here. If you have not read any of the stories in this universe, I strongly advise you to click the link so you can catch up before reading this story.
Note: Special thanks to all_you_wanted for helping me plot this.
Undress you with her eyes
Uncover the truth from the lies
Strip you down no need to care
Lights are low exposed and bare
Naked
Nothing but a smile upon her face
Naked
She wants to play seek and hide
No one to hide behind
Naked
This child has fallen from grace
Naked
Don't be afraid to stare she is only naked
~Naked- Spice Girls~
Pete had been acting strange ever since the night of the cave rave, and Clark was worried.
He'd first exhibited a strange new attitude and behavior the morning after the rave, when he'd nearly ran some people down while on his motorbike.
When Clark had gotten onto him about it, Pete had chided him for not taking any risks... and had promptly brought up Chloe not knowing Clark's secret.
"You're so terrified of sharing your secret with her, man, and it's pathetic." Pete had laughed, and shook his head. "You told me, and we're still cool."
"That's different." Clark had argued.
"Clark, do you really think she'd turn on you?" Pete rolled his eyes. "You've been dating for, what, eight months? And she's been totally gaga for you. Get over it, Kent. Forget about the past. Focus on the future, man."
And with that, he'd sped off on his noisy little motorbike.
Clark was left standing there alone in front of the Talon, thinking.
It had been a good eight months. A sweet eight months. With the exception of random moments of weirdness and the craziness with the red meteor rock five months before, everything had been going perfect. But, at times, he could sense that Chloe suspected he had something he was hiding, and he could sense that she wanted more. She'd never once uttered that she loved him, and he wondered if she even did, or, because of some defense mechanism, wasn't saying it. He himself was still unclear how he felt. He cared about Chloe immensely, but wasn't sure just how much yet.
When he saw her that afternoon, he felt a part of him longing to tell her the truth, but he ignored it, and the two started to discuss the death that had occurred at the rave.
Clark soon deduced that something had happened to Pete at the rave, and the two had parted ways, as Clark was determined to get his friend to the hospital.
He found Pete, all right, but Pete was acting a fool outside the Talon again, and outed Clark as an alien to a crowd of people, who all wondered what Pete was on.
Later that night, as Chloe readied for bed, Lana noticed something sad about the look on Chloe's face, and asked her what was going on.
"Is it Clark?" Lana wondered, and when Chloe looked down at the floor, she knew the answer. "What's going on with Clark?"
Chloe sighed, and tried to fight the tears coming to her eyes. "I get the feeling that Clark means more to me than I mean to him."
Lana's brow furrowed. "Why would you feel like that? I mean... if you didn't mean something to him, he wouldn't have dated you this long. Chloe, you two have outlasted a lot of the couples I've seen."
"I... he seems so... detached sometimes. And it hurts." Chloe wiped a tear away. "I... I wanna give him... EVERYTHING, Lana. But... how can I do that if he doesn't love me, and won't let me?"
"Have you told him that you love him?" Lana asked, and Chloe quickly shook her head. "Guys are weird sometimes, I guess. He may be waiting to hear you say it before he'll even think of it."
Chloe considered what Lana had said, but seriously doubted it.
The following day, Chloe followed Clark to the caves.
Clark didn't realize it, but while they were there, she'd been exposed to the same thing Pete had- a parasite that had come from within the cave walls and had lodged itself within her body.
Chloe started to have a bit of an attitude change, like Pete had, but at first, that wasn't so apparent to Clark.
That is, until he walked into the Torch office a couple hours later to see her running around the office with her skirt partially hiked up and her top off, her lacy red bra in full view.
As soon as he'd seen her, his eyes had hit the floor and he'd slowly shut the door.
"Chloe... what in the world are you doing?" he asked, not looking up. "This is a school. Anybody could walk by and see you."
"The only person I expected to see me is you, Clark." she said with an impish grin. "Besides, it's... liberating." She sighed. "But, I suppose, since you won't even bother to look at me, I'll put my shirt back on."
She did, and he finally looked back up.
He explained about his theory about Pete having a parasite, and explained that he needed to get him to a hospital, but Pete wouldn't listen.
"I suppose I can help you." she said, unwrapping a lollipop and sticking it into her mouth.
He watched her with slight discomfort as she licked and sucked at the lollipop suggestively, then looked at the floor again, swallowing hard.
"See if you can talk him into coming to your house. I'll meet you there." he said, heading for the door.
"Clark?"
He turned.
"Yeah?"
"You had better go and cancel our double date with Lana and Whitney. Looks like we probably aren't gonna make it." she said, and only looked sad for a moment before smiling sweetly, licking at the lollipop again.
Whitney hadn't been around much since he'd started college at Central Kansas A & M, and the only time Clark and Chloe could see him was when he came into Smallville to see Lana.
That afternoon, he was coming in for a few hours, so they'd arranged a double date so they could all hang out.
Clark was slow about getting to the Talon. He hated disappointing Lana and Whitney, but felt he had no choice.
When he finally got to the Talon, Whitney hadn't arrived yet, and Lana was behind the counter.
"Hi, Clark." She smiled sweetly. "I'm gonna be meeting with Whitney in, like, twenty minutes." She looked confused. "Where's Chloe?"
"She's trying to find Pete." He took a deep breath. "Listen... I'm sorry, but we're going to have to cancel the double date."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Something's happened to Pete. I have to get him to a hospital, or he could possibly die."
Worry filled her face. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
He shook his head. "Chloe and I have it covered."
They both looked up as the door of the Talon opened, and in walked Chloe and Pete.
Chloe was wearing a completely different outfit, and he felt a stirring in the pit of his stomach as he looked over her. He really hadn't seen her dressed like this before, in practically skin-tight pants and a very low-cut top. He had a feeling if she hadn't been wearing her jacket, he'd have seen a lot more.
He shook his head, trying to knock the not-so-nice thoughts out of his head.
"Pete... hey... Are you okay?" Lana asked.
Pete laughed. "Never better, Lana. I feel great."
Lana gave Clark a look, and he instinctly knew she was upset.
"If you and Chloe didn't want to see Whitney today, you could have just said so, Clark." Her tone turned icy-cold, and she turned and walked through the door that led to the storage room.
Pete whispered to Chloe, slipping something into her hand as he did. "Put this in Clark's pocket, and you'll suddenly be in a whole new world."
Clark turned to look at them. "Chloe, what's the deal? I told you we'd meet at your house."
"Change of plan, sweetheart." She smiled sweetly at him, and stepped toward him. She leaned up to kiss him, and as their lips met, she slipped the little red meteor rock Pete had given her into the back pocket of Clark's jeans.
She quickly moved away from him, and watched as Clark's eyes shot open.
His eyes turned red, then reverted back to their natural color.
He looked down at Chloe, and a smirk hit his full lips. "Let's get the hell out of here."
The three ended up at Clark's barn, where Clark and Pete finally spilled his secret to Chloe.
She was shocked, and automatically asked what Clark was.
"He's my brother... from another planet." Pete had said with a laugh, and Chloe couldn't help but believe it when she jumped out of the loft and Clark superspeeded down the stairs to catch her. She deemed him as her "own personal superhero".
The three ended up back in Pete's car, and as Chloe looked at her reflection in Pete's rear-view mirror, she caught Clark trying to catch a glimpse at her.
"Hey, Clark... what other superpowers you got?"
"Why don't you come back here and find out?"
His hand touched her arm, and she promptly started to get up so she could join him.
"Hey, hey, hey, this isn't a pimp mobile!" Pete exclaimed, as then turned his head to see Chloe climbing into the back seat. Her voluptuous behind was practically in his face. "Dang, Chloe, I never knew you had all that!"
"Just keep your eyes on the road, Pete, and off my girlfriend's ass." Clark said as Chloe settled into the backseat, and into his arms.
They proceeded in making out, and Pete soon raised an eyebrow when he could hear them both practically moaning.
"Guys.. get a room!" he exclaimed.
Clark smirked as Chloe's mouth moved over his neck. "Where's the fun in that, Pete?" He chuckled mischievously.
The lovebirds kissed once or twice more, and then Chloe touched Pete's shoulder.
"Hey, Pete. Go to the Talon." Her head suddenly jerked back when she felt Clark bite the side of her neck. "I wanna show Whitney and Lana that we can have a much better time without them."
"Oh, man." Pete chuckled.
A waitress at the Talon ended up getting an eyeful less than ten minutes later as she walked by a lone couch that sat several feet from the front door.
Clark and Chloe were heavily making out, and Clark was pretty much laying on top of her. The two looked as though they were about to start dry-humping at any second.
"Umm... Excuse me." The waitress said, and was ignored. "Hello."
Clark raised his head, and Chloe kept right on kissing his jaw and neck.
"I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." The waitress said.
He laughed. "We're not going anywhere."
"Yeah... Why don't you go get your manager?" Chloe giggled loudly as Clark flipped them over, making her sit on him.
Chloe was just about to rip Clark's shirt open when Lana and Whitney came strolling into the Talon.
"Whoa... what in the hell is going on here?" Whitney asked, he and Lana both seemingly in shock.
Chloe tore her lips away from Clark's, and they turned to look at Lana and Whitney.
"Chill out, Fordman. We're just having a little fun." Clark said, and Whitney glanced over at Lana, then back again.
The two C's were acting pretty promiscuous, from what Lana and Whitney could see, which was very unlike them both.
Lana's waitress gave her a strange look as she walked by again, and Lana just had the feeling this girl has seen at least part of the show.
Lana grabbed Chloe's arm. "Chloe, why don't you follow me over here, and I'll give you a cappuccino, on the house."
"I'd rather have Clark..." Chloe muttered as Lana tried to pull her off him.
Chloe sighed, rolling her eyes, and finally just got up of her own free will. Clark grabbed her hand, trying to stop her.
"Hey, Kent, let's have a talk." Whitney said, pulling Clark to his feet, forcing him to let go of Chloe.
Lana pulled Chloe along with her to the counter, while Whitney pulled Clark toward the door.
"Chloe... what in the world are you trying to do?" Lana wondered.
"I'm just trying to show Clark that I'm not the little uptight reporter that I seem to be. And it's working." Chloe said with a smile.
"Do you think, by acting this way, that you're going to make him say that he loves you?" Lana asked. "He may end up saying it, but he probably won't mean it."
"Maybe love doesn't matter." Chloe murmured.
"Chloe... sex is something that should only be shared between two people that know for sure that they're totally, completely in love." Lana frowned. "If Clark doesn't love you, you're going to end up regretting it."
"How would you know a damn thing about it, Little Miss Priss?" Chloe rolled her eyes and started to walk off, grabbing her jacket.
"Clark... man... what are you doing? You two looked like you were about to get physical... and in a public place, at that." Whitney said.
"Hmm... I think we were."
"For one, I think you know better than to be doing something like that in public."
Clark shrugged in response.
"Clark... so, sure, you've been dating Chloe for like eight months, more or less. But you told me yourself, your relationship has been as pure and as chaste as possible. And suddenly, in the course of an hour or so, it seems, it's suddenly transformed into something else. Do you have any idea what you're doing, man?" Whitney shook his head. "This isn't you, Clark."
"Maybe it is me. And I have a perfect idea of what I'm doing. I'm on the verge of screwing my girlfriend." Clark snapped.
"Are you so sure you're ready for that?" Whitney questioned. "I'm just looking out for you, Clark. You're like a younger brother to me."
Clark snorted. "Like you aren't banging Lana."
"No. Actually, no, I'm not." Whitney said, much to Clark's surprise. "I love her, and I respect her, and I'm willing to wait until I am certain that she's ready. That I'm ready."
Clark looked up at him seriously for a moment, as if he believed him. Then he burst into laughter. "Sure, Fordman, you keep telling yourself that."
Chloe walked up to them then, and Clark grabbed her arm. "Let's get outta here, baby." He glared at Whitney, and then led his girlfriend out of the building.
"I wonder if they have any idea what they're getting into?" Lana popped up behind Whitney.
He turned to look at her, slipping his arm around her. "I don't know." He shook his head. "I tried to tell him to slow down, but he didn't listen. I guess he'll just have to learn things on his own. Too much, too soon is just not the way to go."
"There you are!" Pete exclaimed, hopping off the hood of his car. "I wondered what was taking so long."
Clark opened the passenger's door for Chloe and waited for her to climb into the backseat. "Pete... drive us to the nearest hotel."
"Clark... there's no hotels in Smallville." Pete raised an eyebrow as Clark climbed into the backseat with Chloe.
"Fine. Drive us back to the barn." Clark muttered. He turned his attention to Chloe, and his voice suddenly deepened and lowered. "I'm gonna bang the hell out of you."
She squealed and giggled, throwing her arms around his neck and slamming her lips against his.
Then they got out to the farm, no one was there, and Clark ordered Pete to stay in the car.
Chloe was already ripping Clark's shirt open as he backed her up the stairs that led up to the loft.
His jacket and shirt hit the floor in seconds, and then she'd dropped to her knees in front of him.
"I think I like where this is going." he said with a smirk.
She smiled up at him naughtily, and started to unfasten his belt.
His eyes widened slightly when she leaned forward to pull his zipper down with her teeth. He chuckled almost evilly as he looked down at her, and she looked up at him as her hands slipped in the waistband of his boxers, ready to pull them and his pants down at the same time.
She roughly yanked his clothes down, and, unknown to her, the little red meteor rock went flying out of his jeans pocket.
His eyes changed again, and then grew wide as he realized his pants were down.
He looked down, and there his girlfriend was, on her knees in front of him, the naughtiest, most evil look he'd ever seen on her face.
His entire body seemed to blush as he took a step back, then bent down to pull up his clothes.
She slowly stood, puzzled, as he turned his back to her, getting his jeans zipped back up.
"Clark... what the hell?" She sounded only slightly angry, and there was still a bit of calm in her voice. "Are you just gonna give me a peek and expect me to be satisfied with that?"
Clark turned to face her, still red all over. "Chloe... this shouldn't have happened, and... I wasn't acting like myself, and you... I don't think you're acting like yourself, either."
"Well, I love the way I feel, and I love the way I'm acting, Clark." she said. "Maybe this is really who I am, deep down inside. Because I know these feelings are real." She stepped closer to him, running her hands over his bare chest. "Make love to me, Clark. Please."
"Chloe... I can't." he whispered. "This is too much, and I... I can't lose my virginity to someone I'm not even sure I'm in love with yet."
Hurt filled her face, and she took a step back. "You... you don't have any real feelings for me, do you, Clark?" You don't really care about me. You use me to get information all the time, just so you can be Smallville's hero. I'm nothing more to you than your own personal search engine, and I'm sick of it." She bit her lip. "I want you, Clark. I want you so badly, it's beginning to hurt."
Chloe's words stung him, but he gathered enough courage to x-ray her, and panic filled his veins when he saw that she, just like Pete, had the parasite.
"Chloe! I have to get you to the hospital." Clark said, touching her shoulders. "Now."
"Why?" she demanded, still looking hurt.
"If you care about me as much as I know you do, you won't ask me any questions, and you will go with me to the hospital... and convince Pete to go with us." His eyes pleaded with hers, and despite her altered state, she gave in.
"Fine." she muttered, and started down the stairs.
Hours later, after it'd started to grow dark, Clark poked his head into Chloe's hospital room.
He had successfully gotten Pete and Chloe to the hospital, and the parasites had been removed quickly.
He walked into the room and sit on the side of the bed, and she looked up at him.
"Hey." he whispered with a tiny smile.
"Hey." She managed a smile, her voice a little hoarse.
"How you feeling?" he asked, gently resting his hand over hers.
"I finally made the Wall Of Weird." she joked, and he laughed.
"Congratulations." He grinned.
"I heard about that thing they extracted from me. Did they get a picture I could see?" Curiosity lit up her eyes.
Clark made a face. "You really don't need to see it, sweetie."
"It's gross?" She made the face back at him.
"Pretty bad." He nodded.
"How's Pete?"
"Pete's okay. He'll be fine."
"Good." She nodded slowly, looking deep in thought.
"So..." Clark cleared his throat. "Do you remember much about what happened?"
"Not really." She sounded disappointed. "Not yet, anyway."
He grew silent, and she grew worried.
"Clark... are you okay?" she asked, raising her free hand to touch his cheek, and his eyes met hers.
He nodded. "I'm just..." He swallowed hard. "I'm just glad you're okay. I don't know what I'd do without you."
A tear of happiness caught in her eye, but she wouldn't let it out. His words were about to melt her. Did he really love her, and was he just afraid to say it? She wasn't going to push it, so she wasn't going to say anything.
He leaned down over her carefully, his chest just barely touching hers, and kissed her lips softly.
As he moved back, she got an image of him laying on top of her inside the Talon, and then her brain was suddenly flooded in images.
She remembered nothing of Clark's powers, but could vaguely recall the things she'd said and done in the Torch office, making out with Clark in Pete's car and the Talon, and the incident in the loft.
Redness spilled onto her cheeks, and went clear down her neck.
"What's wrong, Chloe?" Clark wondered.
"I... I remember some things... just barely, but I do." she whispered, and the tears in her eyes were suddenly not of happiness. "I... I was acting like a slut."
"It wasn't your fault..." Clark murmured. "Do you remember anything else?"
She shook her head, and a tear escaped her eye. "Just that... I offered myself to you... and you shot me down." She sniffled. "That feeling... it was real, Clark. I wanted you... and I still do." She looked down.
He touched her cheek. "Chloe... I'm sorry. I... I'm not... I'm not ready for something like that. I care about you... so very much, but... I know I don't feel the way I should for something like that to happen."
She nodded slowly. "I understand. And I respect you for it."
"Good." He sighed. "I have to get back to the farm. I'll call you before I go to bed, okay?"
"Promise?" she whispered, sounding like a little girl.
He smiled sweetly. "I promise."
He leaned down to kiss her again, and then headed out of the room.
Chloe didn't answer the phone when Clark called a few hours later.
She was too busy crying herself to sleep.
Rating: PG-13/ borderline R
Pairing(s): Chlark/Kaloe; Whitna
Spoilers: None; unless you want to count Red (possibly) Skinwalkers, and Rush.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: Chloe wants to bare more than just her heart and soul to Clark... The question is... Can he handle it?
This story is a part of The Tempest 'Verse. To download and view the trailer for this series, right click here. If you have not read any of the stories in this universe, I strongly advise you to click the link so you can catch up before reading this story.
Note: Special thanks to all_you_wanted for helping me plot this.
Undress you with her eyes
Uncover the truth from the lies
Strip you down no need to care
Lights are low exposed and bare
Naked
Nothing but a smile upon her face
Naked
She wants to play seek and hide
No one to hide behind
Naked
This child has fallen from grace
Naked
Don't be afraid to stare she is only naked
~Naked- Spice Girls~
Pete had been acting strange ever since the night of the cave rave, and Clark was worried.
He'd first exhibited a strange new attitude and behavior the morning after the rave, when he'd nearly ran some people down while on his motorbike.
When Clark had gotten onto him about it, Pete had chided him for not taking any risks... and had promptly brought up Chloe not knowing Clark's secret.
"You're so terrified of sharing your secret with her, man, and it's pathetic." Pete had laughed, and shook his head. "You told me, and we're still cool."
"That's different." Clark had argued.
"Clark, do you really think she'd turn on you?" Pete rolled his eyes. "You've been dating for, what, eight months? And she's been totally gaga for you. Get over it, Kent. Forget about the past. Focus on the future, man."
And with that, he'd sped off on his noisy little motorbike.
Clark was left standing there alone in front of the Talon, thinking.
It had been a good eight months. A sweet eight months. With the exception of random moments of weirdness and the craziness with the red meteor rock five months before, everything had been going perfect. But, at times, he could sense that Chloe suspected he had something he was hiding, and he could sense that she wanted more. She'd never once uttered that she loved him, and he wondered if she even did, or, because of some defense mechanism, wasn't saying it. He himself was still unclear how he felt. He cared about Chloe immensely, but wasn't sure just how much yet.
When he saw her that afternoon, he felt a part of him longing to tell her the truth, but he ignored it, and the two started to discuss the death that had occurred at the rave.
Clark soon deduced that something had happened to Pete at the rave, and the two had parted ways, as Clark was determined to get his friend to the hospital.
He found Pete, all right, but Pete was acting a fool outside the Talon again, and outed Clark as an alien to a crowd of people, who all wondered what Pete was on.
Later that night, as Chloe readied for bed, Lana noticed something sad about the look on Chloe's face, and asked her what was going on.
"Is it Clark?" Lana wondered, and when Chloe looked down at the floor, she knew the answer. "What's going on with Clark?"
Chloe sighed, and tried to fight the tears coming to her eyes. "I get the feeling that Clark means more to me than I mean to him."
Lana's brow furrowed. "Why would you feel like that? I mean... if you didn't mean something to him, he wouldn't have dated you this long. Chloe, you two have outlasted a lot of the couples I've seen."
"I... he seems so... detached sometimes. And it hurts." Chloe wiped a tear away. "I... I wanna give him... EVERYTHING, Lana. But... how can I do that if he doesn't love me, and won't let me?"
"Have you told him that you love him?" Lana asked, and Chloe quickly shook her head. "Guys are weird sometimes, I guess. He may be waiting to hear you say it before he'll even think of it."
Chloe considered what Lana had said, but seriously doubted it.
The following day, Chloe followed Clark to the caves.
Clark didn't realize it, but while they were there, she'd been exposed to the same thing Pete had- a parasite that had come from within the cave walls and had lodged itself within her body.
Chloe started to have a bit of an attitude change, like Pete had, but at first, that wasn't so apparent to Clark.
That is, until he walked into the Torch office a couple hours later to see her running around the office with her skirt partially hiked up and her top off, her lacy red bra in full view.
As soon as he'd seen her, his eyes had hit the floor and he'd slowly shut the door.
"Chloe... what in the world are you doing?" he asked, not looking up. "This is a school. Anybody could walk by and see you."
"The only person I expected to see me is you, Clark." she said with an impish grin. "Besides, it's... liberating." She sighed. "But, I suppose, since you won't even bother to look at me, I'll put my shirt back on."
She did, and he finally looked back up.
He explained about his theory about Pete having a parasite, and explained that he needed to get him to a hospital, but Pete wouldn't listen.
"I suppose I can help you." she said, unwrapping a lollipop and sticking it into her mouth.
He watched her with slight discomfort as she licked and sucked at the lollipop suggestively, then looked at the floor again, swallowing hard.
"See if you can talk him into coming to your house. I'll meet you there." he said, heading for the door.
"Clark?"
He turned.
"Yeah?"
"You had better go and cancel our double date with Lana and Whitney. Looks like we probably aren't gonna make it." she said, and only looked sad for a moment before smiling sweetly, licking at the lollipop again.
Whitney hadn't been around much since he'd started college at Central Kansas A & M, and the only time Clark and Chloe could see him was when he came into Smallville to see Lana.
That afternoon, he was coming in for a few hours, so they'd arranged a double date so they could all hang out.
Clark was slow about getting to the Talon. He hated disappointing Lana and Whitney, but felt he had no choice.
When he finally got to the Talon, Whitney hadn't arrived yet, and Lana was behind the counter.
"Hi, Clark." She smiled sweetly. "I'm gonna be meeting with Whitney in, like, twenty minutes." She looked confused. "Where's Chloe?"
"She's trying to find Pete." He took a deep breath. "Listen... I'm sorry, but we're going to have to cancel the double date."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Something's happened to Pete. I have to get him to a hospital, or he could possibly die."
Worry filled her face. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
He shook his head. "Chloe and I have it covered."
They both looked up as the door of the Talon opened, and in walked Chloe and Pete.
Chloe was wearing a completely different outfit, and he felt a stirring in the pit of his stomach as he looked over her. He really hadn't seen her dressed like this before, in practically skin-tight pants and a very low-cut top. He had a feeling if she hadn't been wearing her jacket, he'd have seen a lot more.
He shook his head, trying to knock the not-so-nice thoughts out of his head.
"Pete... hey... Are you okay?" Lana asked.
Pete laughed. "Never better, Lana. I feel great."
Lana gave Clark a look, and he instinctly knew she was upset.
"If you and Chloe didn't want to see Whitney today, you could have just said so, Clark." Her tone turned icy-cold, and she turned and walked through the door that led to the storage room.
Pete whispered to Chloe, slipping something into her hand as he did. "Put this in Clark's pocket, and you'll suddenly be in a whole new world."
Clark turned to look at them. "Chloe, what's the deal? I told you we'd meet at your house."
"Change of plan, sweetheart." She smiled sweetly at him, and stepped toward him. She leaned up to kiss him, and as their lips met, she slipped the little red meteor rock Pete had given her into the back pocket of Clark's jeans.
She quickly moved away from him, and watched as Clark's eyes shot open.
His eyes turned red, then reverted back to their natural color.
He looked down at Chloe, and a smirk hit his full lips. "Let's get the hell out of here."
The three ended up at Clark's barn, where Clark and Pete finally spilled his secret to Chloe.
She was shocked, and automatically asked what Clark was.
"He's my brother... from another planet." Pete had said with a laugh, and Chloe couldn't help but believe it when she jumped out of the loft and Clark superspeeded down the stairs to catch her. She deemed him as her "own personal superhero".
The three ended up back in Pete's car, and as Chloe looked at her reflection in Pete's rear-view mirror, she caught Clark trying to catch a glimpse at her.
"Hey, Clark... what other superpowers you got?"
"Why don't you come back here and find out?"
His hand touched her arm, and she promptly started to get up so she could join him.
"Hey, hey, hey, this isn't a pimp mobile!" Pete exclaimed, as then turned his head to see Chloe climbing into the back seat. Her voluptuous behind was practically in his face. "Dang, Chloe, I never knew you had all that!"
"Just keep your eyes on the road, Pete, and off my girlfriend's ass." Clark said as Chloe settled into the backseat, and into his arms.
They proceeded in making out, and Pete soon raised an eyebrow when he could hear them both practically moaning.
"Guys.. get a room!" he exclaimed.
Clark smirked as Chloe's mouth moved over his neck. "Where's the fun in that, Pete?" He chuckled mischievously.
The lovebirds kissed once or twice more, and then Chloe touched Pete's shoulder.
"Hey, Pete. Go to the Talon." Her head suddenly jerked back when she felt Clark bite the side of her neck. "I wanna show Whitney and Lana that we can have a much better time without them."
"Oh, man." Pete chuckled.
A waitress at the Talon ended up getting an eyeful less than ten minutes later as she walked by a lone couch that sat several feet from the front door.
Clark and Chloe were heavily making out, and Clark was pretty much laying on top of her. The two looked as though they were about to start dry-humping at any second.
"Umm... Excuse me." The waitress said, and was ignored. "Hello."
Clark raised his head, and Chloe kept right on kissing his jaw and neck.
"I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." The waitress said.
He laughed. "We're not going anywhere."
"Yeah... Why don't you go get your manager?" Chloe giggled loudly as Clark flipped them over, making her sit on him.
Chloe was just about to rip Clark's shirt open when Lana and Whitney came strolling into the Talon.
"Whoa... what in the hell is going on here?" Whitney asked, he and Lana both seemingly in shock.
Chloe tore her lips away from Clark's, and they turned to look at Lana and Whitney.
"Chill out, Fordman. We're just having a little fun." Clark said, and Whitney glanced over at Lana, then back again.
The two C's were acting pretty promiscuous, from what Lana and Whitney could see, which was very unlike them both.
Lana's waitress gave her a strange look as she walked by again, and Lana just had the feeling this girl has seen at least part of the show.
Lana grabbed Chloe's arm. "Chloe, why don't you follow me over here, and I'll give you a cappuccino, on the house."
"I'd rather have Clark..." Chloe muttered as Lana tried to pull her off him.
Chloe sighed, rolling her eyes, and finally just got up of her own free will. Clark grabbed her hand, trying to stop her.
"Hey, Kent, let's have a talk." Whitney said, pulling Clark to his feet, forcing him to let go of Chloe.
Lana pulled Chloe along with her to the counter, while Whitney pulled Clark toward the door.
"Chloe... what in the world are you trying to do?" Lana wondered.
"I'm just trying to show Clark that I'm not the little uptight reporter that I seem to be. And it's working." Chloe said with a smile.
"Do you think, by acting this way, that you're going to make him say that he loves you?" Lana asked. "He may end up saying it, but he probably won't mean it."
"Maybe love doesn't matter." Chloe murmured.
"Chloe... sex is something that should only be shared between two people that know for sure that they're totally, completely in love." Lana frowned. "If Clark doesn't love you, you're going to end up regretting it."
"How would you know a damn thing about it, Little Miss Priss?" Chloe rolled her eyes and started to walk off, grabbing her jacket.
"Clark... man... what are you doing? You two looked like you were about to get physical... and in a public place, at that." Whitney said.
"Hmm... I think we were."
"For one, I think you know better than to be doing something like that in public."
Clark shrugged in response.
"Clark... so, sure, you've been dating Chloe for like eight months, more or less. But you told me yourself, your relationship has been as pure and as chaste as possible. And suddenly, in the course of an hour or so, it seems, it's suddenly transformed into something else. Do you have any idea what you're doing, man?" Whitney shook his head. "This isn't you, Clark."
"Maybe it is me. And I have a perfect idea of what I'm doing. I'm on the verge of screwing my girlfriend." Clark snapped.
"Are you so sure you're ready for that?" Whitney questioned. "I'm just looking out for you, Clark. You're like a younger brother to me."
Clark snorted. "Like you aren't banging Lana."
"No. Actually, no, I'm not." Whitney said, much to Clark's surprise. "I love her, and I respect her, and I'm willing to wait until I am certain that she's ready. That I'm ready."
Clark looked up at him seriously for a moment, as if he believed him. Then he burst into laughter. "Sure, Fordman, you keep telling yourself that."
Chloe walked up to them then, and Clark grabbed her arm. "Let's get outta here, baby." He glared at Whitney, and then led his girlfriend out of the building.
"I wonder if they have any idea what they're getting into?" Lana popped up behind Whitney.
He turned to look at her, slipping his arm around her. "I don't know." He shook his head. "I tried to tell him to slow down, but he didn't listen. I guess he'll just have to learn things on his own. Too much, too soon is just not the way to go."
"There you are!" Pete exclaimed, hopping off the hood of his car. "I wondered what was taking so long."
Clark opened the passenger's door for Chloe and waited for her to climb into the backseat. "Pete... drive us to the nearest hotel."
"Clark... there's no hotels in Smallville." Pete raised an eyebrow as Clark climbed into the backseat with Chloe.
"Fine. Drive us back to the barn." Clark muttered. He turned his attention to Chloe, and his voice suddenly deepened and lowered. "I'm gonna bang the hell out of you."
She squealed and giggled, throwing her arms around his neck and slamming her lips against his.
Then they got out to the farm, no one was there, and Clark ordered Pete to stay in the car.
Chloe was already ripping Clark's shirt open as he backed her up the stairs that led up to the loft.
His jacket and shirt hit the floor in seconds, and then she'd dropped to her knees in front of him.
"I think I like where this is going." he said with a smirk.
She smiled up at him naughtily, and started to unfasten his belt.
His eyes widened slightly when she leaned forward to pull his zipper down with her teeth. He chuckled almost evilly as he looked down at her, and she looked up at him as her hands slipped in the waistband of his boxers, ready to pull them and his pants down at the same time.
She roughly yanked his clothes down, and, unknown to her, the little red meteor rock went flying out of his jeans pocket.
His eyes changed again, and then grew wide as he realized his pants were down.
He looked down, and there his girlfriend was, on her knees in front of him, the naughtiest, most evil look he'd ever seen on her face.
His entire body seemed to blush as he took a step back, then bent down to pull up his clothes.
She slowly stood, puzzled, as he turned his back to her, getting his jeans zipped back up.
"Clark... what the hell?" She sounded only slightly angry, and there was still a bit of calm in her voice. "Are you just gonna give me a peek and expect me to be satisfied with that?"
Clark turned to face her, still red all over. "Chloe... this shouldn't have happened, and... I wasn't acting like myself, and you... I don't think you're acting like yourself, either."
"Well, I love the way I feel, and I love the way I'm acting, Clark." she said. "Maybe this is really who I am, deep down inside. Because I know these feelings are real." She stepped closer to him, running her hands over his bare chest. "Make love to me, Clark. Please."
"Chloe... I can't." he whispered. "This is too much, and I... I can't lose my virginity to someone I'm not even sure I'm in love with yet."
Hurt filled her face, and she took a step back. "You... you don't have any real feelings for me, do you, Clark?" You don't really care about me. You use me to get information all the time, just so you can be Smallville's hero. I'm nothing more to you than your own personal search engine, and I'm sick of it." She bit her lip. "I want you, Clark. I want you so badly, it's beginning to hurt."
Chloe's words stung him, but he gathered enough courage to x-ray her, and panic filled his veins when he saw that she, just like Pete, had the parasite.
"Chloe! I have to get you to the hospital." Clark said, touching her shoulders. "Now."
"Why?" she demanded, still looking hurt.
"If you care about me as much as I know you do, you won't ask me any questions, and you will go with me to the hospital... and convince Pete to go with us." His eyes pleaded with hers, and despite her altered state, she gave in.
"Fine." she muttered, and started down the stairs.
Hours later, after it'd started to grow dark, Clark poked his head into Chloe's hospital room.
He had successfully gotten Pete and Chloe to the hospital, and the parasites had been removed quickly.
He walked into the room and sit on the side of the bed, and she looked up at him.
"Hey." he whispered with a tiny smile.
"Hey." She managed a smile, her voice a little hoarse.
"How you feeling?" he asked, gently resting his hand over hers.
"I finally made the Wall Of Weird." she joked, and he laughed.
"Congratulations." He grinned.
"I heard about that thing they extracted from me. Did they get a picture I could see?" Curiosity lit up her eyes.
Clark made a face. "You really don't need to see it, sweetie."
"It's gross?" She made the face back at him.
"Pretty bad." He nodded.
"How's Pete?"
"Pete's okay. He'll be fine."
"Good." She nodded slowly, looking deep in thought.
"So..." Clark cleared his throat. "Do you remember much about what happened?"
"Not really." She sounded disappointed. "Not yet, anyway."
He grew silent, and she grew worried.
"Clark... are you okay?" she asked, raising her free hand to touch his cheek, and his eyes met hers.
He nodded. "I'm just..." He swallowed hard. "I'm just glad you're okay. I don't know what I'd do without you."
A tear of happiness caught in her eye, but she wouldn't let it out. His words were about to melt her. Did he really love her, and was he just afraid to say it? She wasn't going to push it, so she wasn't going to say anything.
He leaned down over her carefully, his chest just barely touching hers, and kissed her lips softly.
As he moved back, she got an image of him laying on top of her inside the Talon, and then her brain was suddenly flooded in images.
She remembered nothing of Clark's powers, but could vaguely recall the things she'd said and done in the Torch office, making out with Clark in Pete's car and the Talon, and the incident in the loft.
Redness spilled onto her cheeks, and went clear down her neck.
"What's wrong, Chloe?" Clark wondered.
"I... I remember some things... just barely, but I do." she whispered, and the tears in her eyes were suddenly not of happiness. "I... I was acting like a slut."
"It wasn't your fault..." Clark murmured. "Do you remember anything else?"
She shook her head, and a tear escaped her eye. "Just that... I offered myself to you... and you shot me down." She sniffled. "That feeling... it was real, Clark. I wanted you... and I still do." She looked down.
He touched her cheek. "Chloe... I'm sorry. I... I'm not... I'm not ready for something like that. I care about you... so very much, but... I know I don't feel the way I should for something like that to happen."
She nodded slowly. "I understand. And I respect you for it."
"Good." He sighed. "I have to get back to the farm. I'll call you before I go to bed, okay?"
"Promise?" she whispered, sounding like a little girl.
He smiled sweetly. "I promise."
He leaned down to kiss her again, and then headed out of the room.
Chloe didn't answer the phone when Clark called a few hours later.
She was too busy crying herself to sleep.