Revelations In The Rain- Smallville fanfic
Title: Revelations In The Rain
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Chlark
Spoilers: General spoilers for season six.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: A fight during a Kansas rainstorm brings out a heart-wrenching confession.
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. You have been warned.
Notes: This is my answer to a prompt suggested for The hetfic Summertime Prompt-A-Thon. The original prompt read: A rainstorm, a fight and a revelation. For some reason, I am struck with the idea that someone on my friendslist actually suggested this. If it was one of you, I owe you a thank you, because this is exactly what I needed! :D
"It was you, wasn't it?" Chloe asked, a little awestruck, a slight look of hurt in her eyes. "You did this... didn't you?"
Clark remained silent, not even batting an eyelash.
"Jimmy dumped me because of you." She still sounded calm, but could feel the anger boiling up in her veins. She raised her head to look up at him, a glare covering her features. Her hand raised to slap him, but he caught it.
"Don't." he advised her. "You'll hurt yourself a lot more than you'll hurt me."
She continued to glare at him. "How could you? You made me lose the only man who's ever loved me!"
She turned her back on him as they stood in the Kent kitchen, and couldn't see the hurt that had immediately filled his face.
Without turning around, she spoke again, with conviction. "Clark, this friendship is over."
His eyes widened as she went to the back door, and slammed it closed as she went out.
"Damn it!" he growled to no one, then followed her.
This definitely hadn't been what he'd wanted. He'd been half-expecting her to just fall into his arms. That was definitely the wrong idea. Just like what he'd done had probably been wrong.
He'd lied to Lois. He'd hinted that he and Chloe were having some torrid affair, when they hadn't been. He really wish they had been, but his hints were an outright lie. Gullible Lois had picked up on those hints, and had believed him. She'd then confronted Chloe about it at the Planet, and let her know that she thought Jimmy deserved better.
Jimmy had overhead the entire conversation, and had broken up with Chloe immediately after Lois had left.
Chloe had wound up at the farm, presumably to cry on his shoulder, but when she'd told him what had happened, he wasn't one bit surprised, and that's what had set her off.
Chloe was right. It was all his fault. He counted on Lois blabbing, and knew if Jimmy caught wind of it, he'd dump Chloe. It wasn't something a best friend would do, and Clark knew it. But he also knew that he couldn't take it anymore.
Clark was jealous. He hated seeing Chloe with Jimmy, and in all honesty, he wanted Chloe all to himself. So he'd gone against his natural instincts, and who he was, and had done something rotten.
Chloe hadn't even made it to her car when Clark darted out into the rain after her.
It had begun raining only moments after Chloe had gotten there, and now it was full on storming.
Chloe was soaked from head to toe now, and her clothes were starting to stick to her body.
"Chloe!"
She turned immediately at the sound of his voice.
"What, Clark? What the hell do you want?"
"Chloe... please... don't walk away from me." he pleaded. "At least... not like this."
She took in a shaky breath, tears threatening her pale blue eyes. "Okay... but you have to tell me why you did this. Do you not want me to be happy? Were you trying to hurt me?"
His eyes widened slightly. "No. No, Chloe, I'd never try to hurt you. And I want you to be happy."
She stared at him, looking puzzled. "Then... why?" Her voice fell below a whisper as the rain continued to pelt them both. "You took away my only chance of being happy. You ruined the only relationship I've ever really had. So I have to know why."
He looked back at her, long and hard, looking as though he was torn, unsure what to say.
She shivered as thunder rolled nearby. "Well, if you can't tell me why, I have to go." She turned away from him again then, her hand reaching to open the car door. She sniffled as tears finally fell down her pale cheeks, and between the water falling from her eyes, and the water falling from the clouds, she couldn't clearly see to open the door.
Clark's heart pounded in his chest, and it sounded almost as loud as the thunder to him. And, then, suddenly, he could hear Chloe's own heartbeat, as loud, and as clear, and as plain as the drop of rain that had just fallen upon his nose.
Hearing it beating, so powerful and strong in his ears, seemed to be more than enough to give him the courage that he needed.
He dared to take a step closer.
"I love you."
Chloe's eyes flew wide, and she just stood there, frozen.
Finally, she turned around, the same shocked expression still on her face.
"What?"
Even with his superhearing, Clark could barely hear the word.
She took one step closer, her shock looking a bit more like desperation. "You... what, Clark?"
He bit at his bottom lip for a moment before speaking. "I'm in love with you, Chloe."
A few moments of silence passed, and the thunder prompted her to speak again.
"And... when did this happen?"
"I... I guess it's sort of... been happening ever since I've known you."
"What about Lana?" The words were quick to fall from her lips.
"She's my past, Chloe." he said softly. "I want you to be my future."
An emotion he didn't even recognize filled her features, and he heard her heart speed up.
"Well, this is the present, Clark." she said, sniffling again. "I used to love you... but what makes you think that I still do?"
"Chloe..." he whispered, moving closer, until they were less than a foot apart. "Chloe, I know you. I can see it in your eyes... feel it in your touch... hear it in your heartbeat." He shook his head. "You never loved Jimmy. You were fooling yourself. All this time, you've still loved me." He dared to take that final step, placing his hands on either side of her waist. "Things between us... they weren't over. They'll never be over."
Her eyes searched his face, but only for a few moments, before he yanked her body against his, his lips slamming down upon hers. She whimpered helplessly at his sudden reaction, but quickly found herself giving in, her arms tangling around his neck.
The rain that pelted them both became practically unnoticeable, their hearts and their bodies too caught up in their sudden passion.
She moaned softly as his tongue explored her mouth, her hands frantically diving into his hair.
She finally managed to pull her mouth away from his, and looked up into his eyes, her desire more than evident.
"Clark..." Her voice came out in a breathy whisper. "I need you... I need you so bad." Her hands slid onto his cheeks. "Make love to me. Please."
For only a second, his longtime fear of hurting her sprang to mind, but he quickly pushed it away. He could never hurt Chloe. He loved her far too much, and he just knew that it could never happen. Besides, she would never let him.
He kissed her again, and seemingly within seconds, she found herself pressed between his hard, rain-soaked body and the wood of the barn. One of her legs raised, curling around his hip, and his hand caught it, holding it there, as he kissed down the side of her neck. She moaned softly, leaning her head back, and felt little drops of rain fall down upon her face, and downward, hitting his rich, dark hair.
Before she could blink, his head was between her thighs, her leg now propped up on his shoulder, one strong hand holding her still. The other hand pushed up her skirt a tiny bit, then pulled her thin panties to the side.
She whimpered out his name as his lips touched her most delicate flesh, and then cried out as his tongue moved over her.
"Oh God... Clark." One hand tugged at his hair. "Please..."
He pulled his head back, looking up at her, and licked his lips. She shivered as she watched him, that simple movement causing a flood of her own moisture to exit her body.
He slowly stood, dropping her leg, and carefully picked her up in his arms. Everything between then and the moment he sat her on the couch in the loft was a blur, thanks to his superspeed.
As soon as everything was clearer for her, she reached out, unbuttoning his jeans. She tugged down the zipper as he pulled off his t-shirt, working with her to get rid of his clothes. She pushed his jeans down and leaned back on the couch, pulling off her blazer as he kicked off his shoes. While she peeled off her wet blouse, he managed to step out of his jeans.
She suddenly stood, grabbing at his cheeks with both hands, pulling him down for a kiss. As she slowly deepened the kiss, his hands reached down, unzipping her skirt. The wet material puddled on the floor seconds later.
She pulled away from him, almost reluctantly, and sat back down, reaching out to pull his boxers down. Her hands just barely raked over his firm backside, and he bit his lip at her touch.
The moment the boxers were off, Chloe sucked in a breath, biting her own lip as her eyes slid over his stunning male form.
Her hand reached for the one part of him that fascinated her the most, the part she needed the most. Her hand wrapped around him, slowly beginning to pump over him, and he groaned softly. She continued to work over his massive girth, reaching down with her free hand to unhook the front closure on her bra.
She leaned forward a bit, and flicked her tongue out, running it up his length. This elicited another groan from him, and then another as her tongue ran over the broad tip of his shaft. A drop of his moisture dotted her bottom lip as she pulled back, and she licked at it absent-mindedly, tasting him.
She pulled her bra off, and the next thing she knew, her panties were gone, and she was laying flat on her back on the couch.
She gave him a slight look, a small pout forming. "Stop cheating."
He let out a deep chuckle, moving over her. "Sorry."
"It's okay." she whispered. Her arms slipped around his shoulders. "You can make it up to me."
Both of them suddenly looked a bit more serious.
She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips. Her little hands lightly rubbed over his big shoulders. "Make love to me, Clark. Please... I've been waiting for this... for you... all my life."
He looked touched by her sweet words, and leaned down, softly pressing his lips to hers.
His hand moved down, and he positioned himself.
One gentle, slow thrust, and the broadened head of his cock slipped between her soft, wet folds.
Her lips parted, and a soft moan fell from them. She breathed out his name as he began to move deeper within her, her fingernails lightly scraping his shoulders.
His lips pressed to the side of her jaw, near her ear, and he let out a soft groan. She shivered, feeling herself grow wetter, and moaned at him again.
"Faster..." she breathed. "Please go faster, Clark."
"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice deep and throaty.
She shivered again, more of her juices sliding down his cock, fully coating him in her essence. "Mmm..." She nodded weakly, finding herself unable to speak.
He increased the pace, just slightly, but enough to bring them both closer to the sweet high they were seeking out.
He pushed into her, a little harder than he meant to, and she cried out.
"Oh, God, Clark... You feel so... Ah... so good." she murmured, her voice shaking, trembling, much like her body would be doing soon.
Making love to Clark felt even better than Chloe had ever imagined. It felt so good, she was on the verge of tears.
He pumped into her a little bit harder, kissing along the underside of her jaw, and whispered her name. She finally did break down and cry then, the tears falling freely from her eyes as she called out his name.
Three more deep, powerful thrusts, her fingers digging into his shoulders, and she came. Her entire body trembled with out-of-control spasms as she let out a little wail of pleasure.
His hips worked against hers a final time, and he exploded deep inside her rapidly melting core.
She whimpered, shivering, as another small wave of pleasure washed over her.
They clung to each other for quite a while, silently. Clark's head rested between Chloe's breasts, his ear pressed against her skin, as he heard her heartbeat slow down.
Chloe felt something slide across one of her breasts, and frowned, raising a hand to lightly stroke his hair.
"Clark?" she whispered, and he raised his head in response. She dragged her thumb across his cheek. "Why are you crying?"
He smiled through tears. "The same reason you are." He softly kissed a few tears off her face. "But I need to hear you say it. Can you say it, sweetheart?"
Her eyes filled with tears again at the sweet term of endearment, and she sniffled. "I love you, Clark." Her hands touched his cheeks as she whispered the sentiment. She leaned up off the couch a bit, kissing him long and hard, full of emotions. The words she whispered next went from her lips straight to his very soul.
"My heart has always been yours."