Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Hopelessly Devoted, Chapter 3

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

I guess Chloe really liked being touched there, because all of a sudden she was wiggling on my lap in a way that made me feel seriously warm. It also made my jeans feel awfully tight. I let my head drop forward, onto her shoulder, and tried desperately to get a grip on myself.

"Chloe," I said. My voice sounded kind of harsh, like I had a cold or something. Not that I've ever had a cold, but I think that's what it would sound like. "I really think maybe we should stop."

"Why?"Good question. I ran it through my brain for a few seconds and couldn't come up with a good answer. I had a lapful of warm, soft, mostly naked Chloe, as well as one of her gorgeous, sexy breasts cupped in my hand. Why the hell would I want to stop now?

Oh, yeah. The whole "who needs the Torch" thing. I'd pretty much forgotten that in the heat of the moment. But the responsible part of my brain recognized that it was important.

The only problem was, the responsible part of my brain seemed to have gone into hibernation. I forced it to wake up again.

"I think something's going on with you, Chlo," I said. "You're acting a little... odd."

"I've always wanted to do this, Clark," she whispered, then blew in my ear again.

Apparently there's a connection running directly between my ear and my brain, because when she did that, it totally fried all my brain cells. I mean, honest to God, all of them. All my concerns dropped away, and I totally forgot everything except her. I tried to say something, but it came out kind of like, "Nnnnhhhhggg."

I'm pretty sure that wasn't what I meant to say.

Anyway. If she kept doing this blowing-in-the-ear thing, I was pretty sure I'd do anything she wanted. And I mean anything. Like stuff that would get me grounded forever if my parents caught me at it. But considering how good it felt, I discovered I really didn't care all that much.

Some things are worth getting in trouble for.

Chloe blew in my ear again, and all of a sudden I wanted to kiss her so badly I couldn't stand it. Not just her throat or her cheek or even her breast. I wanted to kiss her the way I had when I was on red K, deep and wet and intense.

She'd kissed me earlier tonight, but I hadn't had the nerve to open my lips. I thought maybe I could find the nerve now.

I hoped so. Because I wanted to kiss her until she couldn't breathe, until she was digging her fingers into my hair and pressing her body right up against mine. I wanted to kiss her until she couldn't stop moaning.

I wrapped my hand in her hair, gently, and pulled her head back just a bit, then brushed my lips over hers.

It felt almost like another jolt of electricity, kind of like that weird buzzing feeling you get from an electrical shock. My lips tingled, but not in a bad way. She made one of those little sounds and opened her mouth.

I couldn't help myself. It was like a really deep-rooted instinct, or maybe a biological compulsion. Either way, I couldn't have stopped myself if I'd wanted to, and I definitely didn't want to. I let my tongue slip into her mouth.

All of a sudden our tongues were brushing together, stroking and exploring in a really sexy way. I've kissed other girls before, but this was different somehow. I'm not sure why. It just felt incredibly... intimate.

She tasted like cinnamon, and her body was moving against mine in exactly the same way her tongue was moving in my mouth. I started to feel like I was totally losing control of the situation, totally losing control of myself, but that was okay with me. I could hear myself making some pretty weird noises, and it didn't bother me as much as it had before, maybe because she was moaning right along with me.

Her hands slipped up under my shirt, exploring my chest and back, making my skin heat up, making me shiver. I found my hands up under her shirt without the slightest memory of how they'd gotten there. It was like my hands were on autopilot or something.

Her skin felt silky and warm and incredibly smooth against my palms. Part of me felt a little self-conscious, because I do a lot of physical labor and I thought maybe my hands were too rough and callused to handle her so intimately, but she didn't seem to mind.

Her hips were moving up and down, and even through the jeans it felt so good it took my breath away. I realized my body was rising up to meet hers, over and over again, and it felt so damn awesome I wondered why the hell I'd never done this with her before.

All those study sessions we'd had in the loft, and we could have been doing this instead.

Hell. What a waste.

Chloe pulled her head back and moved away from me just a bit, an inch or two, but that was enough for me to feel kind of empty. I didn't want her to go anywhere. But then I felt her hand drop down between us and start to unbutton my jeans, and a loud alarm went off in my head.

Red alert.

"Chloe," I protested, catching her hand, although part of me didn't really want to. Actually most of me didn't really want to. But I still wasn't sure what was going on with her, and I didn't want to... to use her if she was under some kind of influence. Sure, she claimed she wasn't, but she hadn't realized she was under the influence of that alien parasite, either. I wasn't about to have sex with her when I wasn't quite sure what was going on.

She looked into my eyes and smiled, channeling Mona Lisa again. "Relax, Clark."

"I'm relaxed."

"No, you're not." Her hand somehow managed to slip away from mine, and before I knew it my jeans were undone. Chloe's always had a serious talent for breaking and entering. "I'm not going to do what you're thinking, okay? It's just that denim doesn't feel that great there."

Oh. I hadn't thought of that, but I suddenly realized my jeans had been rubbing up right against her bare...

Um. Well. Her bareness.

Just thinking about that made me blush. But I could understand the problem. Denim is kind of rough, and it probably didn't feel all that terrific against her. I wanted her to feel terrific. I wanted her to like this as much as I did.

She pushed my jeans aside just a bit, then settled back against me, pressing right up against my boxers. All of a sudden there was absolutely nothing between us besides a really thin layer of cotton, and I could feel the contours of her body much more clearly than before, could feel exactly how hot and wet she was. A low sound came out of me, sort of a cross between a growl and a curse, and I pulled her against me, closer than before.

And then she was moving against me again, and I dug my fingers into her hair and yanked her mouth back to mine, kissing her hard, my hips rising and falling to meet hers. Our hands were all over each other, our mouths were practically fused, and we were moving together in a kind of automatic rhythm. I didn't know what the hell I was doing, but my body seemed to.

With every movement, pleasure swelled inside of me, growing toward a kind of crescendo, until I was panting for breath, groaning into her mouth. She seemed to like what we were doing too, judging from the sounds she was making and the way her hands were clutching me, digging into my back. Our movements got faster, and more and more frantic.

She pulled away from the kiss and started whispering things into my ear, words I didn't even realize she knew, words that should have shocked the hell out of me but that for some reason turned me on instead. My body moved against hers in a hard, eager rhythm, and I could feel myself throbbing with such desperate need I could hardly breathe.

And then suddenly I stopped and pushed her back just a bit. I cocked my head, listening, then swore lividly.

Chloe blinked at me. "What's wrong?"

"My mom's coming," I said.

Read Chapter 4 here.


sanaazzy said...

LOL! thank god for hius god imagine the embarassment.

Anonymous said...

haha mom to the rescue! wow it was getting hot!


kymmi said...

Lol, her bare... bareness. Aaand the infamous parent-walkin. How absolutely terrifying.

blackheart_me said...

muahahaha Chloe has found a weak spot. That which is blowing in his ear. I find that so cute she totally has him at her will. I love his realization that he could've been doing it a hella long time ago. "What a waste." I'm just glad he caught up with the rest of us ;] *lol* Her undoing his jeans and him referring to it as "breaking an entering" made me laugh out loud. Elly ur way with words is brilliant :D *ROTFL* MARTHA ALERT!