Kryptonian Boys Are Easy, Chapter 2

Clark/Chloe
Season 5, missing scenes from "Oracle"
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the WB and DC Comics, not to me.

All the air is driven right out of Chloe’s lungs as Clark grabs her. She’s a little surprised by the enthusiasm of his reaction, but not at all unhappy about it. His mouth brushes over her forehead, her cheeks, her ears, and he pulls her against him in a way that leaves no question that he’s decided to accept her offer.

Something rock-solid presses against her abdomen, and she thinks about asking him, Is that a piece of Lois’ cake in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me? But then she feels it throb against her, and she knows perfectly well it’s not Lois’ cake. As awful as that cake was, it wasn’t crawling around the table under its own power.

Thank God for small favors.

She lets her arms slide around his neck, raises her head, and starts returning his kisses. She presses her lips along the square line of his jaw, on his throat, against every inch of skin she can reach. Unfortunately, she’s not tall enough to reach much, so she yanks impatiently on his thick, wavy hair.

He takes the hint and lowers his head, and their lips brush together.

Electricity bursts through her in a rush of current that makes her legs go weak and her stomach melt, and pleasure vibrates through every nerve in her body. She’s dreamed of kissing Clark for a long time, so long that she wondered if it might be a disappointment if it ever actually happened.

It’s not. His mouth is gentle and warm, and he tastes faintly of rum, which somehow tastes a lot better on him than it did in Lois’ cake.

But as seconds stretch by, and he doesn’t attempt to deepen the kiss, she feels like maybe his mouth is a little too gentle. She knows he’s extraordinarily strong, and that he’s a little afraid of hurting girls, but really, she’s not a china doll, and she doesn’t want to be treated like one. She wants to be treated like a sexy woman. She wants to know that he really wants her.

She digs her fingers into his hair, pulls him closer, and opens her lips.

Instantly the kiss explodes to a whole new level. His tongue strokes against hers, his lips become hard and demanding, and he digs his fingers into her hips and urges her against him harder, rubbing against her eagerly.

She’s barely aware of her own moans, but she can hear him groaning, and it thrills her. Clark usually keeps his emotional responses under pretty tight wraps, and the fact that she can make him groan like that means a lot.

And then she hears the door open.

They both lift their heads and turn partially toward the door, arms still locked around each other. Lois is standing there, glaring at them.

“What the hell is wrong with you two?” she hisses.

Clark looks like he’s been caught committing a murder, or at least armed robbery. His mouth falls open, but no words emerge.

Chloe, on the other hand, is never at a loss for words.

“We’re just trying to warm up,” she says perkily. “It’s cold out here.”

“Well, this old house has really thin walls,” Lois says in a loud whisper. “I’ve been talking as loud as I can to drown you guys out, but honestly, you’re lucky Martha didn’t hear you. She ran upstairs for a minute to get some papers, but she’s going to be back down in a second, and if you guys keep on like that she’s going to hear you. She’s not stupid, you know. You’d better head for the barn. Just try not to scare the cows.”

Clark is still staring at Lois like he thinks she’s going to turn him in to the cops any minute. Chloe grins.

“You knew what I came out here for, didn’t you?”

Lois shoots them her wry grin. “Cuz, the way Smallville was looking at you earlier, I’m honestly surprised the two of you didn’t get it on right on top of the birthday cake.”

Clark finally seems to find his voice. “I think that might have been a better use for your cake than actually eating it, Lois.”

"Your gratitude is overwhelming, Smallville."

"Be nice," Chloe says, smacking his arm. "Anyway, Lois, your cake is too hard to use for a cushion. A tile floor would be softer.”

"You guys quit ragging on my cake, or I'm going to tell Martha what you're up to." Lois glares at them both, but beneath the glare Chloe can see she’s amused. All of a sudden her head turns.

“Martha’s coming back down,” she warns, making a shooing gesture. "Get lost."

And the door closes.

Clark blinks at the closed door. “God,” he says at last. “I’m glad she’s on our side. When she stuck her head out, I thought…”

“You were wrong. Lois and I always cover for one another. We always have.” She yanks on his arm. “Come on, Clark. Let’s head for the barn.”

He looks down at her. “It’ll be cold in the loft, Chlo.”

She smiles. “You’ll have to keep me warm, then.”

He stares at her for a moment longer, then flashes his happy, wide grin, an expression that totally transforms his face from its usual serious, handsome lines to sheer masculine beauty.

"I think I can manage that," he says.

Read Chapter 3 here.