Hopelessly Devoted, Chapter 2

Clark/Chloe
Season 4, during "Devoted"
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, go elsewhere now.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the WB and DC Comics, not to me.

I lost the battle with my hands, and they settled onto Chloe's waist without the slightest bit of input from me. I really liked the way she was moving against me. It wasn't the first time a girl had been on my lap that way. But the last time had been a girl named Alicia, who'd teleported into my bedroom and taken advantage of my dazed and sleepy state, so I sort of had an excuse, although my parents hadn't seen it that way.

Parents. They never take extenuating circumstances into account. Sheesh.

I didn't have an excuse this time, though. I knew I ought to make Chloe go home, and I knew my parents would ground me for life and a day if they caught us like this, but I just didn't have enough self-control to make her stop. I mean, I may not be human, but I'm still a guy.

Teenage boy + mostly naked teenage girl, alone together, equals... well, you do the math.

Chloe lowered her head and started kissing the side of my neck. That reminded me of the way she'd kissed me when I'd been on red K, too, although she'd been a lot more out of control that time. This time she was kissing me slowly and carefully, like she wanted to make sure she didn't miss anything, and for some reason that turned me on more than all the frantic kisses she'd laid on me in the back of Pete's car.

And besides, it felt really good. I have to admit that having a girl kiss my throat wasn't anywhere on my list of things to fantasize about, but after tonight I was pretty sure it was going to be. It almost tickled, but not quite, and all the nerves in my throat seemed to be tingling. For some reason that made other parts of me get a lot more interested.

My hands tightened on her waist, pulling her a little closer, so the jersey rode up, exposing even more of her thighs. Someone made a funny noise, a little squeaking sound, and I was sort of embarrassed to realize it was me. My cheeks flushed, and I bent my head a little and pressed my face against her shoulder, hoping to contain any more weird little noises that might want to emerge.

"Clark," she whispered, trailing her lips along my jaw. That felt good, too. "You like that?"

"Mmmm," I said, and immediately blushed redder. Maybe I'm not the most articulate guy in the world, but I can usually get complete sentences out, or at least whole words. But somehow the feel of her mouth against my skin was making me totally incoherent.

She brushed another kiss along my jaw, moving toward my ear. "I think I might like it too."

I thought about that statement for a second or two, then got the hint. I turned my head slightly and started kissing her throat, too.

She made a little moaning noise that wasn't that different from the sound I'd made, except it wasn't embarrassing when she did it. It was sexy as hell, so I kissed her there again, just to hear her make that sound a second time.

"Clark," she whispered, digging her fingers into my hair, and I discovered I liked hearing her murmur my name that way. It was like she was so breathless she was gasping for air, but couldn't help saying my name anyway. Like maybe saying my name was more important than breathing right now.

That thought excited the hell out of me, and another of those weird noises got away from me. But this time I discovered I didn't care that much.

I had other things on my mind, and much more interesting things to think about.

I couldn't believe how good Chloe smelled, spicy and sweet, like vanilla and brown sugar. She tasted sweet too, as well as a little salty. Her skin was slightly moist under my lips, and I realized she was sweating a bit.

It was cool in the loft, so I was pretty sure she wasn't sweating because of the temperature. She was sweating because of me.

For some reason that realization made it hard for me to drag any oxygen into my lungs. I could hear myself panting harshly, could hear my pulse thundering in my ears, and I was surprised to realize I was shivering a little bit. Since I never get cold, I never shiver. At least, I never had till now.

Her lips brushed across my cheek, over my sideburn, and then she blew a gentle stream of air into my ear... and I just about squashed her.

Seriously. I'm not kidding. See, I'm a lot stronger than humans, which means I have to be really cautious how I touch people. I'd been holding her very carefully, but when she blew into my ear I suddenly lost my focus. You wouldn't think having someone blow in your ear would be that big a deal, but it felt beyond good. It was just about the most amazing thing I'd ever felt, and every nerve in my body suddenly flared to life. My arms tightened around her in an automatic response, and she yelped.

"Hey!"

"Sorry," I mumbled, letting go of her, pulling back, and looking into her face. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, rubbing at her side absently. "Geez, Clark, maybe you should quit with the weightlifting."

"I don't lift weights."

"Must be all those bales of hay, then."

"I'm really sorry," I said contritely, running my hand gently over her ribs. She suddenly stiffened, her eyes going wide, and I realized I'd moved my hand a little too far around the front.

No, that definitely wasn't her ribs under my fingers.

"Uh," I said, yanking my hand back like she was made of kryptonite, and feeling my cheeks heat again. "Sorry."

The Mona Lisa smile immediately made a return. "Not a problem, Clark," she said softly. Her hand reached down, captured mine, and pulled it right back to where it had been. "I don't mind."

Oh, God. I remembered touching her there when I'd been on red K, and I also remembered she'd reacted with a whole lot of enthusiasm. But that was the only time I'd ever touched a girl there, and the idea made me kind of nervous.

Okay, to be perfectly honest, it scared the hell out of me.

I let her pull my hand back to her breast and tried to figure out what I should do. This seemed to me to be taking things to a dangerous new level, and I wasn't sure we should be going there, all things considered.

But when I thought about it, I figured it might hurt her feelings if I pulled my hand away. I wouldn't want to hurt her feelings.

So I very carefully brushed my fingers over her. She was soft and firm all at the same time, and I felt the sudden desire to reach up under the jersey and see what her skin felt like there, to see if it was as smooth as I imagined. But I managed to control the impulse and kept stroking her through the fabric. Her eyes slitted, just like a cat, and she made a long, purring sound.

I was pretty sure that meant she liked it. I bit my tongue to stop another of those noises from getting out of my mouth, and cupped her breast in my hand a little more firmly.

All of a sudden I discovered touching her this way didn't scare the hell out of me any more. In fact, I liked it so much that the smart thing to do would probably be to stop. Now.

But I've never been all that smart.

Read Chapter 3 here.