Never Let Me Go, Chapter 5

Clark/Chloe
Season 5, following my story "Here Without You," which followed two other stories and "Void"
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the WB and DC Comics, not to me


Clark:
I guess it shouldn't have surprised me that Chloe was so blase about the whole glowing thing. Way back in ninth grade, she was avidly collecting articles on the strange things that happened in Smallville and posting them on her "Wall of Weird" at the school newspaper. When she found out that I was superhumanly strong and fast, she kept it to herself for six months, and she hardly even blinked when she discovered I was an alien from a distant planet. The strange and bizarre doesn't faze her.

And that's a good thing, because now she's got the strange and bizarre, in the form of yours truly.

I was grateful that she didn't seem to mind my... peculiarities. It's nice to have someone love you even though you're weird. Any other woman would have cringed, maybe even run, when I started to glow, but Chlo didn't seem to care. Her arms went around me again, and she lifted her mouth to mine and started kissing me again.

It's hard to explain exactly what it felt like when she touched me. My nerves all tingled, or maybe buzzed, sort of like a whole lot of little electrical shocks. It felt kind of strange, different from anything I'd ever experienced before, but really good. I was pretty sure Chloe's theory was wrong, and the tingling wasn't from our EM fields retuning. It felt more like some sort of feedback that occurred when our EM fields intersected.

But trying to describe it in scientific terms is a lot like trying to describe sex in biological terms. It doesn't do it justice in the slightest. All I can say is that it was just about the most amazing thing I'd ever felt, and I wanted more of it. More of her.

I put my hands on her cheek, cupped her face in my hands, and kissed her, long and hard. I could feel her soft skin under my palms, her smooth hair beneath my fingers, her gentle lips on mine. Her body was pressed against mine, her arms around my waist, one of her legs wrapped around the back of my thighs, and I wanted to be inside her so badly I shook just thinking about it.

I moved my hips slightly, and my hard-on rubbed against her heat, and that felt so incredibly good that I had to grit my teeth to stop myself from whimpering.

"Clark," she whispered, very faintly. "Don't forget the condom."

I growled. I was starting to hate condoms. But I reached over, got one, and put it on anyway, because the world probably isn't ready for Clark Jr. And neither am I.

The rubber didn't seem to get in the way, because I could still feel the tingling-- and that's a pretty damn good place to feel tingling in, by the way. I pressed very slowly into her wet, soft body, and the feedback or whatever it was suddenly got much more intense, so powerful that I froze halfway inside her, my eyes shut, my teeth clenched. The sensation was so purely sexual, so entirely perfect, that I couldn't bear to move. I didn't want it to ever end.

She moaned, a long, soft sound of intense pleasure, and I dragged my eyes open and looked down at her. "Do you feel that too?"

Her eyes barely opened. "Mmmmm. Yeah."

I was glad to hear it, because it felt too good for it to be one-sided. I wanted her to feel exactly what I was feeling. I wanted to share this with her.

The room was growing dimmer as the sun set, and that made the glow of my skin that much more noticeable. My hands were still on either side of her face, and I couldn't help but notice my skin was glowing a bright gold. I imagined the rest of me looked the same, and a little voice inside my head chanted, Weird, weird, weird. It might not faze her, but I was seriously creeping myself out.

But then she reached up and touched my face with her hand.

"You're beautiful," she said softly.

And just like that, the glowing thing quit freaking me out. The look of gentle love in her eyes washed away all my concerns, all my self-consciousness. I let it all slide away and kissed her again.

I kissed Chloe and slid a little deeper into her, and it was so incredibly pleasurable that I had to freeze again. Moving inside her was just too overwhelming, so good it almost hurt. I guessed she felt the same way, because she was moaning into my mouth and shivering. I held still for a few seconds, then thrust all the way inside of her.

And yelled.

I'm all out of words to describe what it felt like. It was beyond tingling, beyond heat, beyond pleasure, beyond any English word I can think of. It was simply perfection.

I pressed my face against her shoulder and just trembled, unable to move. She didn't seem inclined to move, either. She pressed kisses to my cheek and ear, but otherwise she was still.

I really don't know how long we stayed like that. There were no sounds beyond soft moans and gasps and sighs, and the room got darker, until it was mostly lit by the gold light emanating from my body. I thought I'd be happy to stay this way forever, but somewhere in the back of my mind I realized that probably wasn't feasible. Sex 24/7 sounded like a great idea, but we'd never get anything accomplished.

I withdrew almost all the way, groaning at the pleasure of it, and started to move in her.

It felt so good I could hardly stand it. Mindful that we were in a dorm, I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming. Chlo apparently didn't care that anyone might be listening, because she didn't even try to stifle her screams. I covered her mouth with mine, kissing her to muffle her, in the hopes that I could keep her quiet enough that no one would think I was killing her and call 911.

I moved in her hard and fast, and pleasure swelled in me, so intense I thought I'd pass out.

And then I was coming again, and so was she, only just like last time it was more than an orgasm, more than mere physical pleasure. I could almost feel the deep connection between us, could feel the way our EM fields seemed to resonate, vibrating like a tautly pulled cello string stroked by a bow. Ecstasy and emotion twisted together inside me, flooding me with feelings that were stronger and more powerful than anything I'd ever experienced before.

It seemed endless, although I'm pretty sure it didn't go on longer than a couple of minutes. At last the pleasure ebbed, the glow faded from my skin, and I fell to the side with a gasp.

She turned her head and looked at me. Even in the dim light I could see she was covered with sweat, but there was a contented smile on her face. "You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah. I'm okay." I suddenly realized that the room was almost entirely dark. "God," I said. "I'm starving."

She stared at me for a moment, her eyes wide. Then she sat up, picked up the pillow, and hit me with it.

I yelped. "Hey!"

"Try again," she suggested, whaling me with the pillow.

I scrambled to a sitting position and ducked just in time. "Try what again?"

"God-I'm-starving is not the correct phrase to utter after mindblowing sex," she said between her teeth. "Try again."

"Oh." The pillow clobbered my head and promptly sprung a leak, as things tend to do when they hit me. Stuffing went everywhere, and I ducked her next blow. "Sorry. I love you."

"Better," she said, lowering her weapon and glaring at me.

"I also love hamburgers. Can we go get a hamburger?"

She rolled her eyes. "I told you we should eat first."

"And miss that? Are you out of your mind?"

"You could have waited to have sex again."

"I couldn't wait." I gave her my most pitiful expression, which she tells me makes me look like a starved, kicked puppy. "And now I can't wait to eat."

"Fine," she said huffily, reaching over and switching on the light. "Let's go have a hamburger."

"Or two. Or three."

She sighed. "You are absolutely the most insatiable man I've ever met."

I grinned. "Is this a problem?"

She rolled her eyes again.

"I guess I can put up with it," she said.

Read Chapter 6 here.