Season 5, during "Mortal"
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
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Kissing Chloe was simply amazing, far and away the most amazing thing that had ever happened to Clark. He'd kissed Lana right here, on this very couch, this morning, but it hadn't been at all like this. He loved Lana, or had always thought he did, and yet kissing Lana wasn't all that exciting. Kissing Lana was... pleasant.
Kissing Chloe was addictive.
Not that he'd ever intended to kiss her to begin with. He hadn't meant to do more than to put an arm around her in a gesture of gratitude and affection, but then she'd looked up at him, her eyes wide and her lips soft and inviting, and he'd found himself bending to kiss her. But even at that point, all he'd meant to do was to kiss her lightly. A platonic kind of kiss.
And somehow it had gotten totally out of hand.
The way they were kissing right now couldn't possibly be termed platonic. Her tongue against his felt so incredibly good that he never wanted to stop. Even the slightly uncomfortable sensation of pressure against his sore lip couldn't make him pull away from her. Her mouth was hot and tasted faintly of the coffee she'd had after dinner. Beneath the coffee he could taste cinnamon, spicy and sweet and seductive.
Her arms slipped around his neck in a warm, affectionate gesture, holding him close, and he realized vaguely that his arms were both around her, pulling her more tightly against his chest. Her warm, soft breasts pressed up against him, and his heart almost stuttered to a stop.
She made a little sound deep in her throat, a soft moan, a noise that was so inexplicably exciting that it made him about ten times harder than before. He pulled his mouth away from hers and brushed kisses over the little moles on her left cheek, and she dropped her head back.
His lips moved down across her jaw, along her throat, and she sighed and dug her fingers into his hair. He winced.
"Hey," he whispered. "I'm not invulnerable any more, remember?"
"Oh, sorry. I forgot." Her hand brushed lightly over his hair in a caressing apology, and then stroked down over the nape of his neck. He hadn't realized how sensitive his skin was there, and he jumped a little, startled, and yanked his head back.
"You like that," she whispered.
He shut his eyes, enjoying the light stroke of her fingers just below his hairline. "Chloe." It was hard as hell to force the words out. "Maybe we better stop before we do something we regret."
"Do you think you're going to regret this?"
Considering he'd been planning on going over to Lana's apartment tonight to make love to her, he thought he probably ought to be regretting this quite a bit. Lana was his girlfriend, so simply kissing Chloe was wrong, let alone sticking his tongue into her mouth and letting her touch him everywhere. But he didn't seem able to dredge up any regrets at all. "Uh. Not exactly. But you know, if we, uh..."
His words trailed off into embarrassed silence, and he heard the soft sound of her laughter. "Tell you what, Clark. When you think I'm doing something you'll regret, let me know. Okay?"
"Uh..." That seemed like a reasonable compromise. They could make out to a certain, limited degree, and then stop when things got out of hand. Yeah, that made perfect sense.
Assuming he had the slightest modicum of self-control, anyway. Which he privately doubted.
"Okay," he said at last.
She leaned forward and brushed a kiss over his throat, and he didn't have to open his eyes to know she was smiling. He could feel the amused tilt of her mouth against his skin. "So are you okay with what I'm doing now?"
He was better than okay with it. He thought he wouldn't mind feeling the touch of her hand against his neck, and the caress of her lips against his throat, for the rest of the evening. Or maybe the rest of the week. "Uh, yeah, that's okay," he muttered.
She shifted slightly, and all of a sudden she was in his lap, her leg pressed up against his hard-on, the warm, soft curves of her ass resting on his thighs. "How about this?"
His brain thought they were proceeding in a rather dangerous direction, but his arms didn't seem to agree, because they immediately went around her waist and pulled her still closer. She dropped her head onto his shoulder, and he opened his eyes and looked down at her. Her golden hair fell in a loose cascade around her face, and he couldn't stop himself from reaching up to touch it.
"Your hair is so soft," he whispered.
Her dark eyelashes fluttered shut. "Mmmm. Don't stop, Clark."
He let his fingers stroke through her hair, enjoying the soft, silky texture of it, and the light scent of vanilla wafted to his nose. He no longer possessed the abnormally keen sense of smell he'd had before his powers had been stripped away, but that didn't mean he couldn't smell the fragrance of her shampoo. She smelled good, sweet and feminine and sexy, and his body reacted, growing still harder.
God. If this kept up, he was going to blow a gasket or something.
Her hands slid from his neck, down his back, and he jerked his head back, gritting his teeth to stop another moan from escaping. Even through his t-shirt, the touch of her hands was incredible. Her palms felt hot and gentle, and she somehow seemed to know exactly where to touch him, stroking him where it felt best, over and over again.
And then her hands slipped a little lower, and she tugged at his t-shirt and started to pull it up.
He immediately stiffened. "Chloe."
She smiled up at him. "You think that might be something you'll regret?"
"Uh, not that, exactly." He thought about feeling her hands roaming over his bare skin, and he could barely restrain a shudder of need. "But we're kind of heading in that direction."
"I told you, Clark. Stop me when you're going to regret it. Not before. Okay?"
"Okay," he said weakly, and let her pull his shirt off.
Her hands slid over his back, against his bare skin this time, over his shoulderblades and down along his spine, and he couldn't bite back a moan. It felt so damn good that an irresistible shiver passed through him. Lana had stripped off his shirt and touched him in a similar way this morning, but it hadn't felt at all like this. The touch of Chloe's hands somehow made him sweat at the same time they gave him goosebumps.
"You're so sexy," she whispered.
Her fingers stroked lightly around his ribs, then upward, stroking across his nipples, his collarbones, his shoulders. Another long moan rumbled from his chest, and his hands slid under her shirt of their own accord, caressing the satiny skin of her back. He lowered his head and pressed his mouth against hers again in a series of hot, hard, insistent kisses.
We need to stop, he thought. Because he was enjoying this a whole hell of a lot more than he ought to. He was supposed to be making love to Lana tonight, a major event he'd been planning and thinking about for the last week. And yet all of a sudden, here he was in his loft, sucking face with Chloe instead. Chloe was his best friend, not his girlfriend, so where was this coming from?
He understood that part of what was going on in his head was a reaction to stress. He'd gone through a lot today, and the world seemed a lot more dangerous when you could get killed falling from a ventilation shaft or sliced to pieces by lasers or shot by a bullet. He'd had the hell scared out of him more than once, and it wasn't surprising that he'd reacted with the desire to be touched. It had been a hellacious day.
But awful though the day had been, he'd gone through it with Chloe beside him. When he really needed someone to count on, Chloe was always there for him. She had guts and intelligence and loyalty... not to mention a trunkful of really cool toys.
If he was going to be really honest with himself, he had to admit that although he was stressed out, he didn't crave just anyone's touch.
He wanted Chloe to touch him. In fact, he wanted her touch very badly. He wanted to feel her touch so desperately that he wasn't sure he could ask her to stop.
Because the truth was, he didn't want her to stop.
Read Chapter 3 here.