Hold Onto The Night- Smallville fanfic
Title: Hold Onto The Night
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Chlark
Spoilers: Spoilers for the latter part of season 6; spoilers and speculation for season 7.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: This is the night they always knew would come.
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: One random day over a month ago, this song randomly popped into my head. And then this random idea joined it. lol The result of all that randomness is this bittersweet, slightly angsty smut. I tried something new here, so here's hoping someone likes it. Feedback is loved. <3 And thanks to harlemrain for the beta. I ♥ you. :D
This is the night they always knew would come.
They just never expected it to come so soon.
And now, it is all about this moment. The moment that they are suddenly, helplessly lost in.
There is no turning back now.
There is no denying it.
They cannot hide their mutual truths any longer.
Here, in the safety of this bedroom, they unveil the feelings they have long hidden. In this bedroom, in this house, that he was raised in. In the home where he was taught about love and how to love, they bare their hearts and souls with a single look, a single caress.
His hand slowly reaches for hers again, for the second time in only a few minutes. For a long moment, he just looks at their joined hands, their entwined fingers, taking in the reality of this very moment. He can't help but notice how different their hands are. His, so large, so rough, so masculine... hers, so small, so soft, so undeniably feminine. And yet it fits his so perfectly.
He lifts her hand to his lips, softly kissing it, and then slowly, ever-so-slowly, leads her to his bed.
She sits, looking up at him in pure adoration, and as he joins her, he can see an inner sadness there, one that he is sure reflects his own.
As her hands reach up, her fingers almost numbly beginning to work the buttons of his shirt open, the words of their previous conversation are far from forgotten.
*Just when I believed
I couldn't ever want for more
This ever-changing world
Pushes me through another door
Just for a while
Won't you let me shelter you?*
She'd been perky and bouncy when she'd come through the back door of the farmhouse, as she often was. She was excited, and had every right to be. She'd just scored another front page story, and he was proud of her for it, and she was obviously proud of herself for it.
He was standing next to the kitchen counter when she came in, and when she saw the look of sadness on his face, the smile had immediately fallen.
"Okay... so you definitely didn't invite me over to celebrate my big story." Her eyes met his. "What's going on?"
He'd taken in a breath, and had started to speak, but found that he couldn't. He instead looked down at the floor.
"Come on, Clark..." She stepped closer, and he could hear the worry in her voice. "Talk to me."
He looked up at the exact moment that her hand touched his arm. Within seconds, he dropped a bomb on her.
She seemed speechless, frozen, for quite some time. She stared blankly off into space. When she finally spoke again, it was but a single word, and it was spoken so quietly, even he could barely hear it.
"Tomorrow."
A few more moments of silence passed, and before he could say anything, she spoke again.
"You're leaving tomorrow."
She said it as though she was trying to make the words sink in, but the look on her face showed that they hadn't.
"I know it's sudden. But the timing... it's... it's right." He exhaled. "Kara's left town, the phantoms seem to be gone, there are no direct threats to the world... Lex seems to be in check for now. It's time for my training."
She nodded slowly. "You're right. Better to go now while it's safe. Before things get bad again." She took in a shaky breath. "How long will you be gone?"
"I'm not sure. Uh... four years, at the least, I think. At the most... maybe ten." He looked down again.
Her face went blank again. "Wow... that's some pretty vigorous training. I suppose you're not allowed... vacations? O-or visitors?"
He shook his head. "No. No visitors. No vacations. I have to stay at the Fortress, learning... training... until I'm finished. If I get done early... I can leave early."
When she looked at him directly again, he saw tears forming in her eyes. "Well, I hope to God you're a fast learner. I don't like the idea of being away from my best friend for ten years."
She tried to force back the tears, but it was useless.
She reached for him then, choking back a sob, and he willingly took her into his arms.
"Oh, God, Clark... I... I don't know what I'm going to do without you." Her voice was muffled against his chest, but he heard her loud and clear. "I... I knew this was coming, but... I... I thought we had time..." She trailed off, as if she couldn't bring herself to finishing the sentence.
He swallowed hard, and felt her tears beginning to soak his blue plaid shirt. "I wish I didn't have to leave... I don't wanna leave, Chloe." he whispered. "I don't wanna leave you."
Those last words slipped from his mouth without him even noticing.
She sniffled, and her head raised, her eyes meeting his again. "Me? Y-You don't wanna leave me?"
He couldn't explain his words. Or, at least, he didn't want to at the moment.
"Clark, I'm fine. I'm safe." She gave him a tiny smile. "My power is gone. You saw to that. Nothing will happen to me now."
He breathed heavily, shaking his head. "You don't understand, Chloe." He slowly turned, his back facing her.
"What don't I understand? Tell me, Clark." One of her hands touched his shoulder, very gently.
The touch proved to be a bit more intimate than he'd wanted, and he bit down on his bottom lip, fighting back the words that so badly seemed to want to leave his mouth.
"Clark, please." she whispered, tears filling her voice. "Please don't leave me in the dark."
He closed his eyes momentarily, as the emotional plea went straight to his heart.
Finally, he turned to face her, with tears in his eyes.
She looked up at him silently for a moment, and then a look of realization swept over her features. She gasped softly, seeming to read him perfectly.
Her hand went up to his cheek, and single tear rolled down to meet it.
"I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to walk away from you again."
She sniffled again, softly caressing his cheek.
"Well, you don't have to... at least not tonight."
The full impact of her words hit him like a ton of bricks.
"Tonight... all we have is tonight." he murmured. His eyes slowly went over her face, pausing at her lips before moving back to her eyes. His head lowered, his mouth seeking out hers.
She tilted her head up, meeting him halfway. His lips very softly pressed against hers.
His arms soon slid around her, pulling her to him, and he slowly deepened the sweet kiss.
She made a small noise, one that sounded of sweet surrender, and fully pressed herself against him.
The kiss seemed to go on forever, and when he finally managed to pull away, she whimpered at the loss.
Their eyes locked on each other again then, and after a moment, Clark's eyes slid to glance over at the stairs, and the back at her again.
She bit her lip, and nodded slowly. "Please."
He took a step back, one of his hands reaching downward for hers.
Hand-in-hand, they started over to the staircase, both of their hearts starting to beat out of control.
*How do we explain
Something that took us by surprise
Promises in vain
Love that is real but in disguise
What happens now?
I don't know how
To stop feeling this way*
She moans quietly, her eyes falling shut at the gentle tickle of his lips on her thighs.
Their clothes have long ago been discarded, with the small exception of her panties.
Now he is just taking his time, worshipping her body as much as he can while he still has the chance.
Finally, his hands move, slipping into the waistband of the thin little garment, and he makes quick work of removing it.
She moans again, wanting more, as his lips move over the part of her body that needs him the most right now. When his tongue slowly slips over her feminine petals, her hips raise slightly, and she murmurs his name.
"Claark. Clark, I need you..." she whimpers, opening her eyes. She looks down at him, and he somehow looks so innocent as he looks up at her, though his head has been between her thighs for quite some time, and she can see her inner wetness shining on his full lips. "Please..." she pleads with him. Though she appreciates the careful attention he's been lavishing on her body, she needs more.
She needs him inside of her desperately, to finally fill an ache that's been there for years, an ache that could only be filled by him.
He licks his lips, then slowly moves up her body, settling between her thighs. He softly kisses her, and she can faintly taste herself on his lips.
Her hands brush over his biceps, and her nose rubs against his as a soft whisper leaves her lips, and sweeps over his. "Take me, Clark. Make me yours."
He kisses her tenderly, again, and reaches between them, positioning the head of his now almost painfully stiff cock at her opening. Very slowly he pushes into her, inch by solid inch, and she moans, leaning her head back. She's dreamed of this for years, and now it's finally happening.
He can scarcely believe it's happening himself, but it is, and it's real, not just another vivid fantasy in the night.
His thrusts are slow and gentle, but growing deeper with each one.
Her legs raise up a bit, curling around his waist. He slides blissfully deeper, and they moan in unison. Her arms wrap tightly around his neck as his hips work against her.
She moans his name in his ear, and he swears he can hear her crying. His head lifts as her arms slide around his shoulders, and he discovers that she is. He nearly stops his actions, but she shakes her head, as a sob and a moan blend together in her throat. He's not hurting her. He's nowhere near hurting her.
"Chloe..." he breathes out, his eyes looking deeply into hers. He feels tears building in his own eyes again, and he can't seem to fight them, as much as he tries.
As she lays beneath him, her golden hair fanned out around her like a halo, he knows in his heart that she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in this world, and any others he may one day see.
"Chloe..." he says her name again, almost reverently, his voice shaking with both emotion and need.
She sobs again, her head turning slightly, her face pressing against his neck. She inhales the scent of him, and sighs softly, shivering.
His lips press against the side of her face, and he again fights the words that have been trying to escape his lips all night. He knows if the words leave him, he'll never be able to leave her.
He can't. He can't verbalize how he feels. Not now.
*Every time I look into your eyes
I'm helplessly aware
That the someone I've been searching for is right there*
She's close.
He can feel it. Her body's slowly beginning to tighten around him, and her hips are starting to ease upward, meeting his.
Her hands have trailed down his arms. One finally falls to the bed as she lets out a soft cry, her head falling back.
He takes the opportunity to drop tiny kisses down her throat. His hand reaches for hers a third time, and their fingers become as entwined as the rest of their bodies are.
Their eyes meet again as he begins to push into her a little harder, a little faster. He squeezes her hand when he notices fresh tears slipping from her eyes again.
"I wish... I wish I could give you something more than this." Her free hand comes up to rest on his cheek as he speaks quietly to her. "I wish I could be yours."
She sobs softly again. "You are mine, Clark. You always have been."
He feels a small tug in his chest, one he can't really describe, and suddenly, he feels close, too.
Her hand drops from his face again, moving back around his neck.
The moment of truth suddenly arises, and as her thighs begin to tremble, she can't hold back.
"Oh, God... Oh, God, Clark..." She pants softly. "I love you..." The three words fall from her lips, and then she loses all control, her whole body beginning to tremble.
Her confession drives him. One more powerful thrust, he loses himself completely in her.
Another impassioned cry spills from her lips as she feels her body tense up again. Her hand squeezes his so tightly, if he were human, it would have hurt him.
They lay, trembling in each other's arms, for a little while. Both breathing heavily, their limbs still entwined, their hearts slowly sailing back down from the sky. Their gazes are still locked on each other, never moving, never stopping.
She lets go of his hand, moving both of hers up to his cheeks. She pulls his face to hers, softly kissing his lips.
At least a minute passes before the tender kiss is broken, and his head slowly comes to rest on her chest.
They lay there silently for a few moments, as her fingers run in and over his sweat-soaked hair.
And finally, a low, horse, cracked voice whispers into the stillness of the room.
"I love you."
I love you.
The three little words he'd fought so hard not to say are suddenly out in the open.
He feels so light now that the heavy words have been released. He knows the actual vocality of the words will make things much harder in the morning, but he doesn't regret saying them. He's positive she doesn't, either.
He looks up at her to see her eyes filling with tears again. She smiles at him, though, and he feels his unearthly heart skip a beat.
"I love you, Chloe." he whispers again.
It's then that she raises his head to hers again, and she kisses him, long and hard and deep.
This is the night she's been waiting on for what feels like her entire life.
This is the night he never would have dreamed would happen.
And it's one night, one memory, that will never leave either of them.
No matter what happens.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Chlark
Spoilers: Spoilers for the latter part of season 6; spoilers and speculation for season 7.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: This is the night they always knew would come.
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: One random day over a month ago, this song randomly popped into my head. And then this random idea joined it. lol The result of all that randomness is this bittersweet, slightly angsty smut. I tried something new here, so here's hoping someone likes it. Feedback is loved. <3 And thanks to harlemrain for the beta. I ♥ you. :D
This is the night they always knew would come.
They just never expected it to come so soon.
And now, it is all about this moment. The moment that they are suddenly, helplessly lost in.
There is no turning back now.
There is no denying it.
They cannot hide their mutual truths any longer.
Here, in the safety of this bedroom, they unveil the feelings they have long hidden. In this bedroom, in this house, that he was raised in. In the home where he was taught about love and how to love, they bare their hearts and souls with a single look, a single caress.
His hand slowly reaches for hers again, for the second time in only a few minutes. For a long moment, he just looks at their joined hands, their entwined fingers, taking in the reality of this very moment. He can't help but notice how different their hands are. His, so large, so rough, so masculine... hers, so small, so soft, so undeniably feminine. And yet it fits his so perfectly.
He lifts her hand to his lips, softly kissing it, and then slowly, ever-so-slowly, leads her to his bed.
She sits, looking up at him in pure adoration, and as he joins her, he can see an inner sadness there, one that he is sure reflects his own.
As her hands reach up, her fingers almost numbly beginning to work the buttons of his shirt open, the words of their previous conversation are far from forgotten.
*Just when I believed
I couldn't ever want for more
This ever-changing world
Pushes me through another door
Just for a while
Won't you let me shelter you?*
She'd been perky and bouncy when she'd come through the back door of the farmhouse, as she often was. She was excited, and had every right to be. She'd just scored another front page story, and he was proud of her for it, and she was obviously proud of herself for it.
He was standing next to the kitchen counter when she came in, and when she saw the look of sadness on his face, the smile had immediately fallen.
"Okay... so you definitely didn't invite me over to celebrate my big story." Her eyes met his. "What's going on?"
He'd taken in a breath, and had started to speak, but found that he couldn't. He instead looked down at the floor.
"Come on, Clark..." She stepped closer, and he could hear the worry in her voice. "Talk to me."
He looked up at the exact moment that her hand touched his arm. Within seconds, he dropped a bomb on her.
She seemed speechless, frozen, for quite some time. She stared blankly off into space. When she finally spoke again, it was but a single word, and it was spoken so quietly, even he could barely hear it.
"Tomorrow."
A few more moments of silence passed, and before he could say anything, she spoke again.
"You're leaving tomorrow."
She said it as though she was trying to make the words sink in, but the look on her face showed that they hadn't.
"I know it's sudden. But the timing... it's... it's right." He exhaled. "Kara's left town, the phantoms seem to be gone, there are no direct threats to the world... Lex seems to be in check for now. It's time for my training."
She nodded slowly. "You're right. Better to go now while it's safe. Before things get bad again." She took in a shaky breath. "How long will you be gone?"
"I'm not sure. Uh... four years, at the least, I think. At the most... maybe ten." He looked down again.
Her face went blank again. "Wow... that's some pretty vigorous training. I suppose you're not allowed... vacations? O-or visitors?"
He shook his head. "No. No visitors. No vacations. I have to stay at the Fortress, learning... training... until I'm finished. If I get done early... I can leave early."
When she looked at him directly again, he saw tears forming in her eyes. "Well, I hope to God you're a fast learner. I don't like the idea of being away from my best friend for ten years."
She tried to force back the tears, but it was useless.
She reached for him then, choking back a sob, and he willingly took her into his arms.
"Oh, God, Clark... I... I don't know what I'm going to do without you." Her voice was muffled against his chest, but he heard her loud and clear. "I... I knew this was coming, but... I... I thought we had time..." She trailed off, as if she couldn't bring herself to finishing the sentence.
He swallowed hard, and felt her tears beginning to soak his blue plaid shirt. "I wish I didn't have to leave... I don't wanna leave, Chloe." he whispered. "I don't wanna leave you."
Those last words slipped from his mouth without him even noticing.
She sniffled, and her head raised, her eyes meeting his again. "Me? Y-You don't wanna leave me?"
He couldn't explain his words. Or, at least, he didn't want to at the moment.
"Clark, I'm fine. I'm safe." She gave him a tiny smile. "My power is gone. You saw to that. Nothing will happen to me now."
He breathed heavily, shaking his head. "You don't understand, Chloe." He slowly turned, his back facing her.
"What don't I understand? Tell me, Clark." One of her hands touched his shoulder, very gently.
The touch proved to be a bit more intimate than he'd wanted, and he bit down on his bottom lip, fighting back the words that so badly seemed to want to leave his mouth.
"Clark, please." she whispered, tears filling her voice. "Please don't leave me in the dark."
He closed his eyes momentarily, as the emotional plea went straight to his heart.
Finally, he turned to face her, with tears in his eyes.
She looked up at him silently for a moment, and then a look of realization swept over her features. She gasped softly, seeming to read him perfectly.
Her hand went up to his cheek, and single tear rolled down to meet it.
"I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to walk away from you again."
She sniffled again, softly caressing his cheek.
"Well, you don't have to... at least not tonight."
The full impact of her words hit him like a ton of bricks.
"Tonight... all we have is tonight." he murmured. His eyes slowly went over her face, pausing at her lips before moving back to her eyes. His head lowered, his mouth seeking out hers.
She tilted her head up, meeting him halfway. His lips very softly pressed against hers.
His arms soon slid around her, pulling her to him, and he slowly deepened the sweet kiss.
She made a small noise, one that sounded of sweet surrender, and fully pressed herself against him.
The kiss seemed to go on forever, and when he finally managed to pull away, she whimpered at the loss.
Their eyes locked on each other again then, and after a moment, Clark's eyes slid to glance over at the stairs, and the back at her again.
She bit her lip, and nodded slowly. "Please."
He took a step back, one of his hands reaching downward for hers.
Hand-in-hand, they started over to the staircase, both of their hearts starting to beat out of control.
*How do we explain
Something that took us by surprise
Promises in vain
Love that is real but in disguise
What happens now?
I don't know how
To stop feeling this way*
She moans quietly, her eyes falling shut at the gentle tickle of his lips on her thighs.
Their clothes have long ago been discarded, with the small exception of her panties.
Now he is just taking his time, worshipping her body as much as he can while he still has the chance.
Finally, his hands move, slipping into the waistband of the thin little garment, and he makes quick work of removing it.
She moans again, wanting more, as his lips move over the part of her body that needs him the most right now. When his tongue slowly slips over her feminine petals, her hips raise slightly, and she murmurs his name.
"Claark. Clark, I need you..." she whimpers, opening her eyes. She looks down at him, and he somehow looks so innocent as he looks up at her, though his head has been between her thighs for quite some time, and she can see her inner wetness shining on his full lips. "Please..." she pleads with him. Though she appreciates the careful attention he's been lavishing on her body, she needs more.
She needs him inside of her desperately, to finally fill an ache that's been there for years, an ache that could only be filled by him.
He licks his lips, then slowly moves up her body, settling between her thighs. He softly kisses her, and she can faintly taste herself on his lips.
Her hands brush over his biceps, and her nose rubs against his as a soft whisper leaves her lips, and sweeps over his. "Take me, Clark. Make me yours."
He kisses her tenderly, again, and reaches between them, positioning the head of his now almost painfully stiff cock at her opening. Very slowly he pushes into her, inch by solid inch, and she moans, leaning her head back. She's dreamed of this for years, and now it's finally happening.
He can scarcely believe it's happening himself, but it is, and it's real, not just another vivid fantasy in the night.
His thrusts are slow and gentle, but growing deeper with each one.
Her legs raise up a bit, curling around his waist. He slides blissfully deeper, and they moan in unison. Her arms wrap tightly around his neck as his hips work against her.
She moans his name in his ear, and he swears he can hear her crying. His head lifts as her arms slide around his shoulders, and he discovers that she is. He nearly stops his actions, but she shakes her head, as a sob and a moan blend together in her throat. He's not hurting her. He's nowhere near hurting her.
"Chloe..." he breathes out, his eyes looking deeply into hers. He feels tears building in his own eyes again, and he can't seem to fight them, as much as he tries.
As she lays beneath him, her golden hair fanned out around her like a halo, he knows in his heart that she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in this world, and any others he may one day see.
"Chloe..." he says her name again, almost reverently, his voice shaking with both emotion and need.
She sobs again, her head turning slightly, her face pressing against his neck. She inhales the scent of him, and sighs softly, shivering.
His lips press against the side of her face, and he again fights the words that have been trying to escape his lips all night. He knows if the words leave him, he'll never be able to leave her.
He can't. He can't verbalize how he feels. Not now.
*Every time I look into your eyes
I'm helplessly aware
That the someone I've been searching for is right there*
She's close.
He can feel it. Her body's slowly beginning to tighten around him, and her hips are starting to ease upward, meeting his.
Her hands have trailed down his arms. One finally falls to the bed as she lets out a soft cry, her head falling back.
He takes the opportunity to drop tiny kisses down her throat. His hand reaches for hers a third time, and their fingers become as entwined as the rest of their bodies are.
Their eyes meet again as he begins to push into her a little harder, a little faster. He squeezes her hand when he notices fresh tears slipping from her eyes again.
"I wish... I wish I could give you something more than this." Her free hand comes up to rest on his cheek as he speaks quietly to her. "I wish I could be yours."
She sobs softly again. "You are mine, Clark. You always have been."
He feels a small tug in his chest, one he can't really describe, and suddenly, he feels close, too.
Her hand drops from his face again, moving back around his neck.
The moment of truth suddenly arises, and as her thighs begin to tremble, she can't hold back.
"Oh, God... Oh, God, Clark..." She pants softly. "I love you..." The three words fall from her lips, and then she loses all control, her whole body beginning to tremble.
Her confession drives him. One more powerful thrust, he loses himself completely in her.
Another impassioned cry spills from her lips as she feels her body tense up again. Her hand squeezes his so tightly, if he were human, it would have hurt him.
They lay, trembling in each other's arms, for a little while. Both breathing heavily, their limbs still entwined, their hearts slowly sailing back down from the sky. Their gazes are still locked on each other, never moving, never stopping.
She lets go of his hand, moving both of hers up to his cheeks. She pulls his face to hers, softly kissing his lips.
At least a minute passes before the tender kiss is broken, and his head slowly comes to rest on her chest.
They lay there silently for a few moments, as her fingers run in and over his sweat-soaked hair.
And finally, a low, horse, cracked voice whispers into the stillness of the room.
"I love you."
I love you.
The three little words he'd fought so hard not to say are suddenly out in the open.
He feels so light now that the heavy words have been released. He knows the actual vocality of the words will make things much harder in the morning, but he doesn't regret saying them. He's positive she doesn't, either.
He looks up at her to see her eyes filling with tears again. She smiles at him, though, and he feels his unearthly heart skip a beat.
"I love you, Chloe." he whispers again.
It's then that she raises his head to hers again, and she kisses him, long and hard and deep.
This is the night she's been waiting on for what feels like her entire life.
This is the night he never would have dreamed would happen.
And it's one night, one memory, that will never leave either of them.
No matter what happens.