For babydee1: Because There's Heat Beneath Your Winter
Title: Because There's Heat Beneath Your Winter
For: babydee1
Type of Work: Fic
Rating: Adult
Length: 930 words
Prompts: Chlark, Chlark, Chlark
Author's note: Set during Crusade... also, we kind of ignored the prompts.
Because There's Heat Beneath Your Winter
She'd seen him without a shirt before, but not like this. Before he was Clark, her best friend, her high school crush, and now he was... There was only one way to describe him.
Now he was a god.
He brought Chloe here, to his version of Olympus, a palace constructed from crystal and light and cold. It seemed to hum with the same power that vibrated from him; potent, boundless, irresistible.
Alien.
At first she'd thought it was Clark who had found her at the safe house, but it quickly became obvious when he scooped her up in his arms and shot into the sky that he wasn't her farm boy, her high school crush. His arms were so strong, so hard. His lips, which had always curved into a smile when he saw her, were set firm with determination. His eyes were cold.
She stood in front of him, the arctic winds howling outside, and tried not to shiver. Looking down at her feet, at her sandals and cotton sundress, anywhere but his jewel green eyes, she asked, “Why me? What do you want?”
He didn't answer, not with words.
Instead, he stripped his shirt from his body, took her hands in his and placed them against his bare chest. She wasn't sure who gasped when her skin touched his, but she knew he was the one who growled. She could feel the rumbling deep inside him. His hands dropped down to his sides, leaving her fingers splayed on his chest, the tips grazing his collarbone. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she glanced up and met his eyes, eager to know what he expected, what he wanted her to do next.
It was almost imperceptible, the small twitch at the corner of his mouth and the amused curiosity in his gaze. He waited for her to make her move, to make her choice. They both knew Chloe had no choice.
Her hand slid down over the warm contours of his chest. His muscles quivered and hardened from the tension of trying to hold still. Chloe took her time, exploring each ridge and valley, prolonging his torture. She had dreamed of touching him like this, before, when he was her farm boy. She had touched herself while she'd dreamed of touching him like this.
It was better than she had imagined.
He trembled when her fingers danced across the line of muscle starting at his hips. All that power vibrating through him, speed, strength, flight, was desperate for release, but he controlled it, leashed it with his will.
She traced the line of his obliques until they disappeared into the waistband of his low slung jeans. To go further would mean no going back. Without hesitation, Chloe unbuckled his belt, slipped the button free and pulled down the zipper of his fly.
Chloe would have gone further, she would have boldly taken more into her hands, but his control crumbled first. She found herself pressed against a cold, crystal pillar. Her thighs opened for his naked hips.
He kissed the corner of her mouth, her shoulder, her throat. She welcomed the heat of his touch, breathed it in and surrendered to its intoxication. His tongue skimmed the edge of her ear lobe and he whispered one word, the first word he'd said since he found her.
“Please.”
“Yes,” she answered, her voice breathless from desire, and pulled him closer with both her arms and her legs.
He reached between them and with a flick of his hand reduced her panties to a torn rag on the frozen ground. Then he took hold of his cock and lined it up with her sex. He pushed forward, entering her with an easy motion.
The sensations caused by his touch made Chloe cry out in breathy little whimpers. He stroked her everywhere, the length and width of him. His hardness filled her and set her nerve endings ablaze. She wanted all of it, everything he could give her.
He wasn't gentle.
With each thrust he asserted his claim on her. With each growl of pleasure he let her know there was no other person in this world for him. He braced his arm against the ice pillar and moved inside her, faster, harder.
Chloe held onto him with all of her strength, her fingernails digging into his shoulder and back. The heat from his body intensified. She expected she'd find burn marks where he touched her and she didn't care.
Let me melt, she thought. Reduce me to ash. Nothing will satisfy me after this, nothing but you.
In the next moment she was incapable of thought. A blaze of ecstasy overtook her. She trembled and moaned as she surrendered to it.
He roared loud and low before arching his back and releasing a stream of fire from his eyes. It shot upwards, striking the rafters of the crystal palace and sending sparks downward to rain over the two where they coupled.
Gratefully, Chloe leaned into his embrace, laid her head on his shoulder. She was surrounded by his scent, his warmth and his strength and she welcomed it. She loved it.
“We rest now,” he said before laying her down on the packed ice floor. “I will keep you warm.”
The End
For: babydee1
Type of Work: Fic
Rating: Adult
Length: 930 words
Prompts: Chlark, Chlark, Chlark
Author's note: Set during Crusade... also, we kind of ignored the prompts.
Because There's Heat Beneath Your Winter
She'd seen him without a shirt before, but not like this. Before he was Clark, her best friend, her high school crush, and now he was... There was only one way to describe him.
Now he was a god.
He brought Chloe here, to his version of Olympus, a palace constructed from crystal and light and cold. It seemed to hum with the same power that vibrated from him; potent, boundless, irresistible.
Alien.
At first she'd thought it was Clark who had found her at the safe house, but it quickly became obvious when he scooped her up in his arms and shot into the sky that he wasn't her farm boy, her high school crush. His arms were so strong, so hard. His lips, which had always curved into a smile when he saw her, were set firm with determination. His eyes were cold.
She stood in front of him, the arctic winds howling outside, and tried not to shiver. Looking down at her feet, at her sandals and cotton sundress, anywhere but his jewel green eyes, she asked, “Why me? What do you want?”
He didn't answer, not with words.
Instead, he stripped his shirt from his body, took her hands in his and placed them against his bare chest. She wasn't sure who gasped when her skin touched his, but she knew he was the one who growled. She could feel the rumbling deep inside him. His hands dropped down to his sides, leaving her fingers splayed on his chest, the tips grazing his collarbone. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she glanced up and met his eyes, eager to know what he expected, what he wanted her to do next.
It was almost imperceptible, the small twitch at the corner of his mouth and the amused curiosity in his gaze. He waited for her to make her move, to make her choice. They both knew Chloe had no choice.
Her hand slid down over the warm contours of his chest. His muscles quivered and hardened from the tension of trying to hold still. Chloe took her time, exploring each ridge and valley, prolonging his torture. She had dreamed of touching him like this, before, when he was her farm boy. She had touched herself while she'd dreamed of touching him like this.
It was better than she had imagined.
He trembled when her fingers danced across the line of muscle starting at his hips. All that power vibrating through him, speed, strength, flight, was desperate for release, but he controlled it, leashed it with his will.
She traced the line of his obliques until they disappeared into the waistband of his low slung jeans. To go further would mean no going back. Without hesitation, Chloe unbuckled his belt, slipped the button free and pulled down the zipper of his fly.
Chloe would have gone further, she would have boldly taken more into her hands, but his control crumbled first. She found herself pressed against a cold, crystal pillar. Her thighs opened for his naked hips.
He kissed the corner of her mouth, her shoulder, her throat. She welcomed the heat of his touch, breathed it in and surrendered to its intoxication. His tongue skimmed the edge of her ear lobe and he whispered one word, the first word he'd said since he found her.
“Please.”
“Yes,” she answered, her voice breathless from desire, and pulled him closer with both her arms and her legs.
He reached between them and with a flick of his hand reduced her panties to a torn rag on the frozen ground. Then he took hold of his cock and lined it up with her sex. He pushed forward, entering her with an easy motion.
The sensations caused by his touch made Chloe cry out in breathy little whimpers. He stroked her everywhere, the length and width of him. His hardness filled her and set her nerve endings ablaze. She wanted all of it, everything he could give her.
He wasn't gentle.
With each thrust he asserted his claim on her. With each growl of pleasure he let her know there was no other person in this world for him. He braced his arm against the ice pillar and moved inside her, faster, harder.
Chloe held onto him with all of her strength, her fingernails digging into his shoulder and back. The heat from his body intensified. She expected she'd find burn marks where he touched her and she didn't care.
Let me melt, she thought. Reduce me to ash. Nothing will satisfy me after this, nothing but you.
In the next moment she was incapable of thought. A blaze of ecstasy overtook her. She trembled and moaned as she surrendered to it.
He roared loud and low before arching his back and releasing a stream of fire from his eyes. It shot upwards, striking the rafters of the crystal palace and sending sparks downward to rain over the two where they coupled.
Gratefully, Chloe leaned into his embrace, laid her head on his shoulder. She was surrounded by his scent, his warmth and his strength and she welcomed it. She loved it.
“We rest now,” he said before laying her down on the packed ice floor. “I will keep you warm.”
The End