Method Acting- Smallville/Celeb fanfic

[rjchasez]

Title: Method Acting
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: "Chlark"
Disclaimer: I really don't think a disclaimer is required for this...
Summary: Two TV stars bring a little too much of their work home with them.
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: This was written for the "Roleplay" prompt on my smut_69 prompt table. I wanted to do something decidedly different with this, something fun, something off the beaten path. This is the result. This is dedicated to harlemrain, my partner in crime, my rp wifey, as we call each other. If it weren't for her encouragement and her help, I'd never have gotten this done. Partial credit for this story goes to her.

When he saw her coming out of the bathroom, he couldn't help but walk up and grab her from behind. "Hi, there." he whispered in her ear.

She was obviously a bit surprised by his actions, and let out a little squeak before breaking into a giggle. "Hi, yourself." Her voice was soft as she leaned back against him, turning her face towards him.

His voice was low, almost teasing as he spoke again. "Whatcha doin'?"

She giggled again. " I just got done brushing my teeth and was going to find you. What are you doin'?"

"Trying to think of something fun we could do." He replied, his voice deepening somewhat.

She bit her lip. God, he was sexy when he did that. "Hmm... like what?"

"Hmm.... I don't know." He kissed her ear. "Can you think of anything?"

She shivered at the gentle touch of his lips. "I might be able to... I'm curious to hear what you come up with, though."

"Something sexy might be fun..." He teased, lightly nipping at her ear lobe.

"Yeah...you got more ideas for your goal of 100 ways?" She teased back, pushing her hips back a little, grinding her behind against him.

He groaned under his breath. "I might have a few."

"100 Ways" was one of her favorite songs, and as a joke, he'd sworn to find a hundred different ways to make her have an orgasm... all within ten days. He might have been a little cocky, but he was sure he could fulfill the task.

She smirked and continued her actions. "Like what?"

"Some of my ideas, you may not like..." he warned, his voice still deep.

She looked up at him. "Why wouldn't I? I've never turned anything down before..."

"Well..." He cleared his throat, sounding a little shy about it. "You obviously don't mind dressing up for me... you proved it the other night."

She grinned, showing off perfectly white teeth. "You liked that, did you?"

He nodded slowly. "Mmm-hmm."

"I liked doing it for you..." she murmured.

"Do you like when I dress up for you?" he whispered, his lips just barely touching her ear.

She nodded, and her grin turned into a full-on beam. "Mmmhmm..."

"Do you think maybe we could dress up for each other?"

"That could be fun... how would we dress up?"

"Well... that's the part I'm not sure if you'd like or not... there'd be more to it than just dressing up."

"More to it? Like what... role-playing?"

He nodded, kissing her ear again. She couldn't see it, but he was blushing. It wasn't all that often that he blushed, and she seemed to be the only one who could make him do it.

"I don't mind that... could be interesting..." She leaned to the side a bit, looking up at him. "What did you have in mind?"

He smiled shyly. "Think you could be everyone's favorite little reporter for me?"

"Ohhhh... you wanna bring work home, huh?" she teased. "I think I can handle that."

He laughed lightly. "Who do you want me to be? I'm kinda willing to give you two choices."

"What are the choices?" she wondered, curiosity sparking in her blue eyes.

"Clark... and Kal." he whispered, kissing her ear once more.

She whimpered, almost sounding hurt. "Awww.... that's a tough choice..."

"Come on, baby... can't have both... gotta pick one." he murmured.

She suddenly started to eye him. "What would you do for me as either one?"

He paused, thinking for only a second. "Uhh... well... if I was Clark, you could be in charge... cause I think we both know at this point that Clark's a moron and he'd only have sex with Chloe if she hardcore molested him. " He snorted.

She laughed. "Well, that's true."

"If I was Kal... I'd probably just be really dirty and rough and stuff." The mischief in his eyes was not easily hidden.

She bit her lip, thinking. "Still a tough decision..."

"Tick, tock... " he teased in a sing-song voice.

She laughed. "Okay..okay... Clark, then. I think you're mean for making me choose, though."

He smirked. "Maybe next time you can have Kal..."

"...Maybe?" She pouted up at him.

"Okay... definitely." He kissed the side of her neck, and then turned her to face him.

Her entire face seemed to light up. "Yay!" She grinned, leaning up to kiss him.

He broke away from the kiss to stare down at her. "You can probably figure out what I want you to wear already..."

She smirked somewhat naughtily. "A certain pair of shoes comes to mind."

He nodded. "Yes... and the coat. You can't forget the coat."

"Yes, the coat's important."

"And what do you want me in? T-shirt and jeans? Flannel shirt and jeans? What?"

She ran her hands up his arms, pausing at his biceps. "T-shirt, please."

He laughed. "I'm surprised."

"Why's that?"

"I thought you'd prefer the flannel so you could rip it open."

She licked her lips as she thought about it. "That is fun... but Kal wears button down shirts usually... and the flannel covers up your arms." She slowly rubbed her hands over his upper arms again, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Got a thing for my arms now, huh?" he teased.

She gave him a coy little smile. "It's not a new development..."

"First time you've shared it with me, baby."

She blushed slightly. "I've always liked your arms...all your muscles, really." She bit her lip, looking down shyly.

"Nice to know..." he muttered. He touched her chin, making her look back up at him. "Any other special requests?"

She gave him a shy smile. "Glasses?"

He gave her a look. "Clark doesn't even wear glasses right now..."

"So? Chloe and Clark are really sexing either. This is our version... and I think the glasses are sexy."

He sighed. "Alright, fine... but if I wear the glasses... you have to let me call you Lois."

She made a face, her nose crinkling up.

"What?"

"I play Chloe... not Lois."

"So?" He quipped. "You know I think Chloe is Lois anyway!"

She sighed, on the verge of rolling her eyes. "Okay...okay. Glasses in exchanged for being called Lois."

He smirked. "Yesss..." he muttered, looking triumphant, and she laughed, shaking her head. He eyed her. "And if you want a taste of what Kal will be like... "

He very suddenly slammed her back against the wall, kissing her hard on the lips. One of his hands moved up to squeeze her breast through her top, and her eyes widened in surprise. She moaned, her back arching, and pressed her little body against his.

He slowly slid his hand off her and pulled back, smirking.

She blinked a few times, trying to catch her breath. "Wow..."

He laughed. "Wow what?"

"That was....wow..." A dazed grin fell upon her lips.

"What was so wow about it?"

"You being aggressive and taking control...and just...I dunno for sure...I just know I liked it." She bit down on her bottom lip.

He licked his lips as he looked down at her. "You have to wait for more of that, lover."

"I look forward to it..."

He grinned and patted her backside. "Why don't you uh.... go change. I think I might be set... just have to find those damn glasses."

She tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt. "Blue shirt... Clark."

"What? Baby blue isn't good enough for you... LOIS?"

"Clark doesn't wear baby blue... he wears dark blue, 'cause it makes those gorgeous hazel eyes look blue. "

He gave her a look. "Go find me a shirt then, woman."

She crossed her arms, looking annoyed. "Be nice and I will."

He batted his eyelashes at her. "Please get a shirt, baaaaaabyyyy." He poked his lips out at her as he stretched the last word.

"That's better. Yes, I will." She turned and headed into the bedroom.

"If you see my glasses, bring them along!" He called out.

"How am I supposed to find my clothes and get dressed if I'm finding your stuff?" she called back, teasing him.

"Give me my stuff and then change."

"Bossy!" she exclaimed, walking back out and handing him the blue shirt and glasses.

"Thank you, woman." He grinned and kissed the top of her head.

"You're welcome, man." She rolled her eyes as she watched him head off down the stairs, then slipped back into the bedroom to change.

He was quick to change into the other shirt and put the glasses on, and he dropped onto the couch right away. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes as he waited on her.

He heard her humming as she came down the stairs, but didn't bother to move or open his eyes.

She sit on the arm of the couch as soon as she got close, and he raised his head, slowly opening his eyes.

"Hmm..." He blinked a little, then slipped and said the name he hadn't planned to say. "Chloe? What are you doing here?" He felt laughter approaching, and bit his lip to hold it back.

She raised an eyebrow as Chloe's name passed his lips. "Chloe, hmm?" She mumbled, and knew he hadn't heard her. She raised her voice only slightly when she spoke again. "Well, Clark..." An amused look overtook her features. "I just stopped by to see how you were..."

"In the middle of the night?" He looked down at himself, muttering. "Must have fallen asleep in my clothes."

"Well, I was up late working on some things at the Planet and realized I hadn't see you around much this week. So I decided to take a chance and see if you were around."

"You... you could have always called. I would have came to you."

"I didn't want to wake your parents... and it was no trouble coming out here to you." Her hand very softly touched his arm.

He looked down at her hand on his arm, and swallowed hard, looking up at her. "Did you just come out here to check on me, or did you need something?"

She bit her lip, obviously deep in thought. "Well... I really just wanted to drop in and check on you... " She very lightly began to run her fingers up his arm.

He looked down at his arm again. "Chloe..." he murmured, looking back up at her. "Are you sure there's... not another reason why you're here?" His brow furrowed in slight confusion.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes studying his handsome face. "Well...now that I'm here, I am a little curious about something...." Her hand slipped off his arm and down onto his thigh.

His eyes widened slightly, and he picked her hand up and moved it. "Uh... um... what are you curious about?" he sputtered.

She fought a grin, pulling her hand back into her own lap. "How do you feel about me, Clark?"

"Uh... Chloe... I... I care about you. You're my best friend."

"I know that... I mean...as a woman... how do you as a man, feel about me as a woman?"

He eyed her, and his brow furrowed again. "What kind of question is that?"

She leaned forward a bit, giving him just a peek of her cleavage. "A serious one. We know how I feel about you... but you've never really answered how you feel about me. I'm not talking about love...I mean other than that..."

His bright eyes wandered down to her chest, then shot back to her face. "Umm... other than that?"

She nodded, almost anxiously. "Mmmhmm...just between us, no one else has to know..."

He blinked. "Chloe, what are you... suggesting... exactly?"

"I'm asking you how you feel about me? Am I attractive...pretty..." She licked her lips. "...Sexy? Or do you not feel anything for me at all?"

"I think you're beautiful, I always have, but..." He trailed off, looking shy.

She smiled softly, touching his arm again. "But what?"

"You're my best friend."

"That's not an answer Clark. That's the truth dodging you always do." She turned her body toward him. "Are you attracted to me at all? Not as friends...as a man to a woman..."

"It's not right of me to look at you that way..." His eyes lowered a little.

"Says who?"

"Says... um..." He blinked yet again.

"What if I asked you to look at me that way?" she wondered, touching his thigh again, letting her hand slip to the inside of his leg.

He blinked again, his eyes growing wide. He looked back up at her, as if to make a protest, but his mouth wouldn't seem to open.

Her hand moved back, and she slid onto his lap, facing him.

He leaned back on the couch, holding his hands up. "What are you doing?" he muttered incredulously.

"Something I wish I'd done a long time ago..." she muttered, grabbing his shirt collar. She pulled him up toward her, pressing her lips to his, and he let out a muffled noise of surprise. She pulled back slightly after a few moments, and looked into his eyes. "Tell me how you honestly feel about me Clark... I need to know."

"I... I already did..."

She frowned. "So just now..you felt... nothing?" He bit his lip, not wanting to say anything. "Anything at all?"

He turned a very real shade of pink. "I might have..."

Her face softened, and she began to look more than a little hopeful. "Yeah? Think you could feel any thing for sure if I did something else?"

He blinked for what seemed the millionth time. "Umm... I... I.... I.... I don't know."

She was apparently disappointed. "Come on Clark, help me out a bit here... I ready to expose myself to you and you can't even tell me if you're attracted to me or not."

His eyes were wide again, and he didn't quite seem to get it. "E-Expose yourself?"

"Yes.. I'm laying myself out here for you... give me a sign."

"Chloe, I don't know what you expected when you came here, but I..."

She sighed, and started to get up, but quickly changed her mind, pressing her body against his. "Emotions aside... are you attracted to me..sexually, Clark?" Her voice had lowered several notches.

His jaw dropped slightly. "Chloe..." His voice was hushed as his eyes went over her face.

"Yes or no, Clark?" she whispered, and as he glanced down, he caught an eyeful of her bare thigh, her coat having parted a little.

His eyes moved back to her face. "I... I'm... not sure."

"What will make you sure?" Her hands slowly moved up his chest.

"I..." He gulped. "Don't know."

She reached down, without a word, her hand playing with the knot in the belt of her coat. Her eyes locked with his, and he watched as they filled with desire. He stared up at her face, looking completely helpless. She slowly untied the knot, letting the coat fall open a bit, showing hints of her upper chest and stomach. He continued to stare at her, and she studied his face, seemingly trying to read his thoughts.

Her voice was breathy when she spoke again. "Do you want more?" He said nothing, only bit his lip nervously. "Just tell me no and I'll stop..." He remained silent, just sitting there. She let out a shaky breath as she slowly pulled the coat open, letting it slide down and off her shoulders. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he realized she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath. What more, it was real shock that she saw in his face. He hadn't been expecting this part of it. She bit her lip, hiding a smirk that was attempting to form. "Your move..." He immediately opened his mouth to say something, but just as quickly shut it. "What?"

"I..." he muttered, at a loss for words. "God, Chloe, what do you..."

"I want you, Clark..." she interrupted.

"Uh..." He cleared his throat noisily. "Kinda.... figured... that out."

She gently took his face in her hands, staring into his endless eyes. "I know you don't love me... but for one night... one moment... could you pretend?"

"Is that really what you want?" he murmured.

She actually looked close to tears as she spoke again, very softly. "Yes... I need to know...what it feels like to be with you... to be the one who's important to you. Even if it's just for tonight." His face softened a little at her words, and she leaned in close again. "Please... make love to me." Her lips softly pressed to his again, showing every last bit of emotion she felt for him.

His arms very slowly moved around her, and he kissed her back, just a little timidly. She increased the pressure of the kiss just slightly, allowing her lips to part, and he groaned softly against her lips. Her arms slid around his shoulders, and she pressed her body against his. He held her close against him, his hands very gently moving over her back as she deepened the kiss, her tongue tentatively touching his.

Her mouth remained on his as her hands moved back around to pull at the bottom of his shirt. He pulled back to look at her, and their eyes met. By then, she'd at least partially lifted his shirt, and she paused, her eyes very silently asking for his permission. He bit his lip, as though he was thinking about it, and then nodded. She gave him the smallest of smiles, and then pulled the shirt off, letting it drop to the floor in front of the couch. Her gaze fell to his chest, her fingers moving to softly brush over his bare skin. His muscles were hard under her touch, and only a little tense. He watched her, not saying anything, and, feeling his eyes on her, she looked back up at him, a shy smile playing on her lips.

His face moved closer to hers, and she watched him, waiting to see what he was going to do. His lips met hers softly, one hand moving to touch her cheek. She closed her eyes, sighing softly against his lips. His hand remained on her face for only a moment before moving back around to lightly run up and down her spine. She giggle in response, shivering under his gentle touch. She pulled back, motioning for him to lay back on the couch, and moved off his lap long enough for him to do it. He stared up at her shyly as she leaned over him, her hand just barely touching the fly on his jeans. He bit his lip as he watched her unbuckle his belt, then unfasten his jeans. She looked up at him, as if she expected him to stop her. He didn't. He didn't even move. She quickly pulled them down and off, tossing them to the floor. He squirmed a little, still biting his lip, as she moved back over him.

"You ready?" she whispered, and he nodded slowly, looking shy again.

She very slowly pushed down over him, and immediately leaned her head back, letting out a deep moan. He groaned deeply, his eyes falling shut. After a few moments, she laid her small hands flat on his stomach, and slowly started to work her hips against his. He leaned his head back, biting down on his bottom lip. She pushed down a little harder, making the smallest of noises, and he moaned deeply, his hands moving over her legs. She quickened their pace, looking down at him, lightly sucking on her bottom lip. He opened his eyes, raising his head slightly, and his eyes locked on hers. He slid his hands over her thighs, and she groaned softly at his touch. One of her hands went over his, guiding it to the inside of her thigh. His eyes remained on hers as he lightly ran his fingertips over the inside of her thigh, and she bit down on her lip, a moan lodging in her throat. His fingers lightly traced circles over her thigh, and he watched her face intently as she shivered and moaned, goose bumps forming on her skin.

"I love your touch..." she whispered, her voice breathy, and just barely audible.

"I suppose yours isn't too bad, either..." he muttered, moaning softly.

She gave him a look, smirking at him. "Just 'not too bad'?" She raked her fingernails over his chest, and he let out a small hiss.

"Okay, okay... so... definitely not bad." he mumbled, and she pouted at him a little.

Her fingers ran over his arms, then gripped his upper arms as she pushed down harder over him. He groaned deeply and particularly loud, his eyes squeezing shut.

She suddenly pulled him to sit up with her, moving her arms around his shoulders, pressing her lips to his. He slid his arms around her back, opening his eyes to look at her for a moment. His lips pressed harder to hers, holding her tighter against him. Her hand moved up into his hair, her fingers running through it as she moved against him, taking him in deeper. He moaned, and tilted his head as her lips moved over his jaw and neck. Her mouth and hands moved slowly over his upper body, and he sighed softly at her actions.

"I... I don't know how much longer I can hold on." he whispered.

She kissed his collarbone before moving back up to kiss his ear. "Let go for me."

He turned his head a little until he was able to look into her eyes. His lips pressed against hers, and his hips rose to meet hers in the same exact moment. She moaned against his lips, pressing down against him. He moved against her once more, his lips staying on hers, and moaned deeply into her mouth as he shuddered beneath her. She hugged him to her, moving her hips a few more times, and then finally cried out for him. She fell against him, trembling. He fell back against the couch, and she lowered herself to lay her head on his shoulder.

His voice shook when he finally spoke. "That was... something." He released a soft laugh.

She ran her fingers over his lips. "That what you had in mind?"

"Turned a bit more romantic than I thought it would..." he murmured, pushing his lips out to kiss her fingers.

She leaned up, carefully pulling the glasses off his face. She kissed him, then made a face. "I got sappy, huh?"

He nodded. "It's okay, though..." he murmured, and then a teasing tone took over his voice. "You stayed in character, I think."

She laughed. "She is a bit of a romantic... especially when it comes to Clark." She laid the glasses on the coffee table by the arm of the couch.

He broke into a grin. "You sooo got your way... made me keep the glasses on the entire time."

She giggled and kissed him. "Yes I did.. thank you for humoring my fetish, baby."

A pout stretched over his features. "And I didn't call you Lois once..."

"Awww...maybe next time, Tommy..." She rubbed her nose against his, and then, suddenly, her gaze went down to her feet. "I do still have my shoes on though..." She giggled. "I always forget my shoes."

He smirked. "That's hot."

She laughed. "You like me in just my shoes, huh?"

He nodded. "I like you in and out everything, really. I just like you, period."

"Aww. I like you too... love you, even."

"I think I love you, too."

"Oh you think you do?" She leaned up, giving him a look.

He nodded again, hiding a smirk. "Yeah." She snarled at him, and he gave her a weird look, almost like he was afraid of her.

She eyed him for a moment, and then looked away. "All I've done and all I get is you think you love me. Gah."

She was joking, and he knew it.

He touched her cheek, making her look back at him. "I think I love you... and I know I love you, Alli."

She smiled then, scrunching up her nose. It made her look like a little girl. "Promise?"

He nodded yet again. "Promise." He kissed the end of her nose to seal the deal, and she giggled again.

"Good. I'd be sad otherwise."

"I don't want you sad. Breaks my itty bitty heart."

"Your heart's not itty bitty..."

"Used to be."

"Your heart's huge. You're a very loving person."

"You made it bigger."

"Maybe I just encouraged you to use it more? I've always saw you that way..." She ran her fingers through the front portion of his hair, pushing it off his forehead.

He shrugged. "Maybe... All I know is that I feel more now that I'm with you."

She smiled sweetly at him. "I feel like that too..."

"This was supposed to be about fun..." he muttered. "We've turned into a couple mushheads." He snorted.

She laughed. "We're hopeless saps."

He laughed along with her. "For always, probably."

"I like that you'll be mushy with me though..." she whispered.

He said nothing to her comment, only sighed, and snuggled her against his chest. "I love you... LOIS." He smirked at the nickname.

She giggled. "I love you too...SUPERMAN."

All was silent for a few moments, and then...

"Can I take my shoes off now?"