Breathe On Me- Smallville fanfic

[rjchasez]

Title: Breathe On Me
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Chlark
Spoilers: Involves one slight speculation/rumor for season 6.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: Revenge is sweet... but so is giving in to temptation.
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.
Note: This is a sequel to both Didn't Mean To Turn You On and its prequel, Undertow. If you've not read either of those yet, I highly suggest that you do before reading this story.

It wouldn't be long.

It wouldn't be long until he was trying to break down the door.

And that... that excited her a little.

It showed her just how much she'd made him want her.

He'd be surprised to discover, though, that she'd unlocked it three minutes before.

He'd been knocking on the door, begging to let him in, for nearly eight minutes, and never noticed when she unlocked it. She was surprised that his superhearing hadn't picked it up.

She sat on the bed with her legs crossed, her skirt hiked up a bit, as she impatiently waited for him.

"Chloe..." He was still pleading outside the door, and she imagined that he was pouting about now.

His hand touched the doorknob, and he made a sound of surprise when he realized that it was now unlocked.

Clark slowly opened the door, only to find Chloe sitting on the bed, smirking at him, taunting him. She batted her eyelashes at him as he closed the door.

"That was... that was... very mean of you, Chloe." he said, his voice sounding a little deep.

"Thanks. I learned from the best." Her words were spoken in a very snarky tone, and what she meant actually hurt him a little.

"So you did that to get back at me?"

"You did deserve it."

He looked down, looking ashamed of himself. "So... I assume you're not going to follow through..."

"I already got something out of it." She pointed out. "But... you give me a good reason... and I might."

"And how would I do that?" he wondered.

"Prove to me that you want me." she whispered. "And then you can make love to me."

He took a few steps toward her, and she uncrossed her legs, scooting back on the bed a bit.

He kneeled down in front of her, his eyes set on hers. His hands touched her hips, gently pulling her toward the very edge of the bed. His face moved closer to hers, his lips very slowly brushing over her own. She sighed against his lips, then moaned as his anxious tongue plunged between her own lips.

Her hand touched his cheek as his long, thick fingers worked the buttons on her blouse loose. Once it was fully unbuttoned, he pushed it open, and was surprised to see that she was bare underneath. He'd had no idea, but she'd snuck her bra off while he was begging to be let in. She let her blouse slide off her shoulders, and dropped it to the floor as he started to pull her skirt down and off.

He was surprised yet again when he discovered that she'd also snuck her panties off.

After fully removing her skirt, he carefully pulled her high heels off her feet, gently rubbing over her ankles while he was at it. She moaned softly at his touch, her eyes closing.

His hands left her feet as his mouth neared hers again, his breath just barely going over her lips. His tongue ran over them, and she moaned at him again.

His mouth suddenly moved lower, lightly kissing over her throat, and, within seconds, landed on one of her breasts. She let out a soft cry as his tongue slipped over her nipple, and then whimpered as his mouth left it.

She cried out again as his mouth suddenly moved between her legs, his lips and tongue automatically working over her.

"Wait... wait..." Her hands pulled at his hair suddenly, and he looked up at her. "Let me lay down."

He backed up a bit, and she moved backward on the bed again, pulling her legs up with her. She moved onto her back, looking up at him, and then he climbed onto the bed.

He breathed against her lips again, then moved his mouth downward. His breath grew a little stronger, and she raised an eyebrow.

"You're not planning to use that little breathing power of yours on me, are you?"

"You tortured me... maybe I should torture you back again."

A smirk covered his full lips, and the lust that was in her eyes grew and intensified.

He lowered his head, just barely blowing over her breasts at the same time. Her back arched, and she let out a soft moan as her nipples turned into hardened little pebbles. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she leaned her head back.

His lips caught one tightened little peak between them, lightly sucking at it. She let out another soft cry, gripping his hair. He'd barely touched her, and yet, somehow, she felt that her body was already trying to go into overtime.

His mouth left her breast, causing her to whimper at the loss.

He lightly blew over her stomach, and she couldn't help but giggle when his breath teased her belly button.

His raised his head, glancing up at her. "I didn't realize you were ticklish."

"I didn't realize you wanted to know." she quipped.

He gave a light laugh and lowered his head again.

She moaned sharply, her head falling back again, as his breath went over her most intimate of areas. She whispered his name, feeling her eyes trying to roll back in her head.

His hands gently caressed her thighs, and his lips slowly pressed over her moist flesh. She moaned again as he gently blew over her skin again.

When she felt as though she was only seconds away from her second orgasm of the night, he suddenly stopped his actions.

She opened her eyes, whimpering again. "God, Clark... don't stop. Please don't stop. I'm almost there."

He sat up, looking down at her. "I stopped for a reason." He stood, and she watched with wide, eager eyes as he started to undress in front of her.

Desire clogged her veins and clouded her mind as the perfect skin and muscles of his torso came into view. She licked her lips absent-mindedly, and continued to watch him as his jeans hit the floor.

He stepped out of them, and a light blush touched his cheeks. This was no time to be getting embarrassed, and yet he was.

He pushed his boxers down and off in one fluid movement, and when he looked back up at her, he discovered that she was staring long and hard at him, her eyes wide, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. But she wasn't staring at his face.

His cheeks burned even brighter, and she sat up somewhat.

"No need to be embarrassed... I always knew you were a big boy." She smiled sweetly at him as he moved back onto the bed.

He guided her to lay back again, staying silent. She stared up at him as his large hand cupped her cheek, and almost felt surprised at the mere thought that she was naked and laying in Clark Kent's arms. Suddenly, she was blurting out something that she maybe shouldn't have.

"Clark... do you... do you really... want me?" She bit her lip as soon as she said it. "Do... do you? Or is this just..."

"Chloe..." There was suddenly something in his face that she hadn't really seen before. "I've been wanting you for months." His voice was a whisper. "I just never had the guts to act on it, to go through with it. And I don't want to lose you..."

"Well, you won't." She cut him off. "I'm here... always." Her eyes held his. "Clark..." She turned her face into his hand a bit, softly pressing her lips to his palm. "Make love to me. Please. Even if it's only once, tonight."

"Chloe..." he whispered. "If I can help it, it'll be much more than once, and tonight won't be the only night."

Tears touched her eyes. "Oh, Clark--" she started, but was cut off by his sweet lips attacking hers again.

He leaned over her, his chest rubbing against hers, and she writhed against him, her hands touching his shoulders, urging him fully over her.

He moved directly on top of her, settling himself between her thighs, her legs curling up around his solid masculine form.

His lips pressed to hers again as he slowly, carefully inched his way into her, and she yelped out a loud moan against his lips. The kiss deepened, his tongue barely brushing over hers.

He lay perfectly still, unmoving, waiting for her delicate little body to adjust to his welcome invasion.

His lips raised from hers, his thumb dragging against her bottom lip, and she whimpered softly. Her hand went over his as she slowly opened her eyes, and she pressed her lips against his thumb, her tongue just barely flicking out against it.

"Clark..." she muttered hoarsely. "I need you."

His hand moved back at her words, and his lips slowly went over hers again as he began to move against her.

She moaned softly, her arms winding around his shoulders.

She whimpered again as his head raised, his lips traveling down her throat. He suddenly looked up at her, and was surprised to see that there were tears in her eyes, and a few had fallen down her cheeks.

His actions stopped immediately. "Chloe... God... Am I hurting you?" Panic wavered in his voice a bit.

She shook her head. "No... no... please... keep going."

She wasn't crying because he was hurting her. She was crying because it felt so wonderful.

He moved against her again, carefully, and her little hands began to roam down his back.

She moaned his name, her fingernails lightly clawing at him. "Oh, Clark... I need more... please."

His lips fondled her neck. "What do you need?" he whispered.

"You... I need more of you."

"You're already getting all of me."

"No..." She moaned softly. "Faster... please go faster."

He raised his head to look into her eyes. "Are you sure?"

She saw fear in those beautiful bluish-green eyes of his, and she knew exactly what he was thinking. One hand raised, her forefinger going over his lips. "Don't think... just act. It trust you. That's all that matters."

He exhaled deeply against her finger, and she shivered as it grew a little cold.

"Watch it, Ice-breath." she teased, and he chuckled softly. Her hand touched his cheek, then moved back down to join the other hand where it rested on his back.

He began to move into her just a little bit faster, and she moaned loudly at him. His name passed her lips again, and he almost timidly moved his hips a bit harder against hers. She cried out, softly, her legs lifting a bit, wrapping around his waist.

The next time he moved, he entered her a bit deeper, and she released a long, drawn-out moan. He groaned deeply, his eyes shutting, and she realized it was the first sound he'd really made since he'd been inside her. His kind must have been the quiet type.

Each movement of his hips sent him deeper into her aching, heated core, causing her loud moans to be echoed by his low, guttural groans.

She whimpered again, feeling her thighs begin to tremble. "Oh, God, Clark..."

He was silent as he continued to move against her, his lips just barely touching hers, his breath going over them again.

She cried out, her back arching, her chest pressing up against his, as spasms filled her body. Her head fell backward, and the pleasure seemed like it was nowhere near ending.

He moved against her one more time, and fell right over the edge, yelling out her name.

His name spilled over her lips again as he thighs quaked again, almost violently. She panted for breath as her body began to go numb.

His head snuggled against her chest, and she held her to him tightly, kissing the top of his head. She sighed deeply as the last waves of pleasure left her, and she wondered if being with him would be that incredible every time. She'd never in her life had that many orgasms at once, but it wasn't something she minded.

"Promise that, next time, the foreplay won't last for months and months." she whispered breathlessly.

He laughed softly, lifting his head to look at her. "I promise... never again." He gently brushed his lips over hers. "In fact... let me make it up to you."

"How would you do that?"

"If you want, in a little while, we can do it again..."

He looked at her almost sheepishly, his cheeks blazing a pale pink.

She gave him a look, then burst into giggles. "Well, I'll give you one thing... You Kryptonians sure have a whole hell of a lot of stamina!"

His eyes widened a little, and he looked down, turning as red as the red jacket he almost always wore.

She giggled again, hugging him to her once more, and gently kissed the top of his head.

She'd never imagined embarrassing her best friend could feel so good.