I Had Sex With a Space Alien, Chapter 2

Clark/Chloe
Season 5, second half of season
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the WB and DC Comics, not to me.

Chloe isn't exactly sure why she followed Clark upstairs. They've been friends for a long time, and they've kept things on a friendly footing for years, despite a few close calls. Yes, she's attracted to Clark, and she suspects he's attracted to her, but they've been able to keep their relationship platonic all these years fairly easily.

But she'd been sitting downstairs at the kitchen table, drinking a Diet Coke, and looking at the sweat beading on the can, when she heard the shower start running. All of a sudden all she'd been able to think about was the hot water beading on Clark's bare skin. Impulsively, she'd put the Coke can down, risen to her feet, and gone right up the stairs like Clark was a magnet and she was a steel filing.

And now Clark is staring at her from behind the translucent shower curtain, his eyes wide with shock. She thinks she might be just as shocked at her own behavior as he is, but she has no intention of letting it show.

"So," she says, grinning. "Tell me the truth, Clark. How many do you have?"

Clark stares at her for a moment longer, then an answering glint of humor flickers in his eyes. "Ten."

"You're trying to scare me. It won't work. I don't believe ten of them would fit in a pair of Levis."

He rolls his eyes and smiles ruefully. "Look, Chloe, I'm just like humans most ways, okay?"

That's true, sort of. She remembers when he first told her his secret. It was hard for her to accept that he's from a distant planet, because he looks so damn human, right down to the mole high on his right cheekbone. She isn't sure what she expected a space alien to look like, but perfectly human externally, right down to moles and freckles, probably wasn't it.

On the other hand, he's totally unlike humans in some ways that don't show as much. He can set fires with his eyes, can toss tractors through the air like other people toss baseballs, and can run faster than the speed of sound. She thinks maybe it's not such a stretch that sex for Clark would be a little different from sex for ordinary humans. Maybe he doesn't have three penises, but she's willing to bet that sex with him would be... unusual.

And really, there's only one way to confirm her hypothesis.

She yanks her t-shirt off over her head. Clark looks even more shocked than before and immediately hides his eyes behind the shower curtain. "Chloe! What are you doing?"

"Well," she says, kicking off her sandals and shucking off her denim shorts. "If you won't give me a straight answer, I figure I'll just have to find out for myself."

One of his eyes peeks out from behind the curtain, then hastily disappears again. "You're bluffing."

"This is what reporters do, Clark. We interview. Then we investigate for ourselves."

She sheds her underwear and heads for the tub. Pulling the shower curtain aside, she steps into the tub, every bit as naked as he is. Clark stares at her, looking totally flabbergasted.

Chloe looks him over appreciatively. Steam is rising around him, but it doesn't obscure the view. His dark hair is plastered to his head, and water sluices over his shoulders, running over his bare skin exactly as she'd imagined earlier, streams of water cascading over all those nicely defined muscles. She looks down, seeing that he does in fact appear completely human.

And turned on.

"I've only got one," he says, looking slightly defiant. "Are you disappointed?"

She studies him for a long moment. His erection is unbelievably huge, and so gorgeous she wants desperately to touch him, to find out exactly what he feels like. He looks human, and yet better than human. Maybe superhuman is the best word to describe him.

"I don't really think you need three when you've got one that size," she answers at last, stepping toward him. He takes a step backward and immediately comes to a halt, his back pressed up against the tile wall.

"Chloe," he says again, looking panicked. "What are you doing?"

She grins. "Clark, if you really haven't figured that out by now, you're even more naive than I thought."

Read Chapter 3 here.