Season 5, during "Mortal"
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the CW and DC Comics, not to me.
Chloe moaned softly as Clark began kissing her again, his mouth hot and hungry. His hands began moving over her body, brushing against the side of her breast, but not quite touching her the way she wanted. She squirmed impatiently, trying to give him a subtle suggestion, and when he didn't take it, she reached down, grabbed his hand, and placed it squarely on her left breast.
He pulled his mouth away from hers, and she heard his snort of laughter. "Don't be shy or anything, Chlo. Tell me what you really want."
She frowned at him, doing her best to look stern. "It's not my fault you don't take hints."
"The problem is, I'm not really sure what I'm doing here," he answered, gently squeezing her breast. Warmth flooded her veins at the light touch of his fingers. "I haven't ever... I mean, this is the first..."
His cheeks were red, and she looked into his eyes. "You're still a virgin, Clark?"
He scowled, looking more embarrassed than before. "I wish you wouldn't put it that way. Still a virgin, I mean. It's not like I'm old and gray or anything."
"I didn't mean it that way. I just thought maybe you and Lana..."
"No. Well, I was thinking about it. But we hadn't yet."
Yet. Her heart ached at the admission that he'd been planning on making love to Lana. But he'd obviously changed his mind, so she couldn't really hold it against him. Although she was still a little worried about whether he'd regret his decision later, but she decided not to stress about that right now.
He looked down at her, a question in his green eyes, and she shook her head and sighed. "I wish I could say it's my first time, Clark. But it's not."
She'd wished many times that she could erase her first awkward experience with sex. She'd regretted having sex with a guy she didn't feel all that strongly about, almost as soon as it happened, but she'd never regretted it more than she had in this moment. She'd loved Clark for years, and she'd dreamed endlessly of making love to him. But it had eventually become clear to her that would never happen, and she'd done her best to move on.
It was one of the dumbest things she'd ever done. Because she'd very much wanted Clark to be her first.
Clark looked a little taken aback, but he recovered quickly, shrugging and shooting her a wry grin. "Probably just as well," he answered softly. "One of us ought to have a clue what we're doing."
"I only did it once," she confessed. "And it wasn't all that great. I probably don't know a lot more than you do."
"I'm sure we'll figure it out," he said, running his thumb over her nipple in a tentative caress. It went rigid instantly, and he touched her a little more boldly. "It's not like most people have to consult Google or textbooks to learn how."
She craned her head back, looking at the staircase. "What about your parents?"
"What about them? I think they're watching Wheel of Fortune. We should be safe for a while."
"I hope you're right. We can't depend on your superhearing anymore."
"Yeah," he agreed. "And if they catch us, I'll be living in the new storm cellar for the rest of my life."
"We'll just have to keep it quiet," she whispered, brushing her lips over his ear. He moaned, rather loudly, and she giggled.
"I guess you better get used to the storm cellar, Clark."
Clark had spent the past week dreaming up the perfect scenario for losing his virginity. He'd envisioned making love to Lana by firelight, by the light of dozens of candles, and with romantic music playing in the background. He'd imagined hot tubs and sex under the stars. He'd wanted it to be a perfect, beautiful moment.
And instead he was about to lose his virginity in an ancient barn, on a dusty old couch, with a girl he'd known since he was fourteen... and yet a girl he'd somehow never seen before tonight.
He was beginning to realize that his week of planning had been an avoidance maneuver, a way of not actually committing to sleeping with Lana. He'd obviously been hesitant, and now he was pretty sure why.
Because Lana wasn't the girl he loved.
Sure, he'd thought he was in love with her, but he'd been wrong. Right now he couldn't imagine ever making love to anyone except Chloe.
Her hands moved over his back again, sliding easily over the slick skin, and he groaned. "Chlo," he whispered, his hands moving down toward her waist instinctively. He found himself unbuttoning her jeans, wishing for the superspeed he no longer had. She obviously had the same thought, because her hands slid to his jeans and unfastened them, shoving them down over his hips.
He yanked her jeans down, and she lifted her hips and wiggled a little, helping him get them off. He threw them aside, along with her panties, and the remainder of his clothes followed.
He leaned over her, stark naked, and lowered himself onto her, carefully bracing his weight on his hands so he wouldn't crush her. He might not be superstrong anymore, but he outweighed her by most of a hundred pounds. She felt warm all over, and he pressed his face into her hair, trying not to make a sound. He wasn't sure how well he was succeeding.
"Clark." She sounded breathless. "Do you have any, you know, protection?"
"Oh. Yeah." He probably should have thought of that himself, but his mind was pretty well shot at this point. Good thing Chloe was still capable of rational thought. He reached over and dug in his jeans pocket. Since he'd bought the condoms so he could make love to Lana, he felt a little awkward about them, but he figured he'd rather be awkward than a father.
He opened the rubber and blinked at it. "Um. Do you have any idea how to put these things on?"
She looked at the condom, then giggled. "Not really. But that's another thing most people manage to figure out without resorting to Google. I guess it's probably pretty obvious how it works."
He contemplated the little piece of latex for a minute, then tried to roll it on and promptly dropped it on the rough planks of the floor. "Shit."
Her giggles grew louder. "You're not exactly Don Juan, are you?"
"If you're looking for Don Juan, you definitely have the wrong address." He dug for another rubber and opened it. His fingers seemed unusually clumsy-- they were just too big to handle something so flimsy, and besides, he was kind of nervous-- but he managed to roll this one on.
He leaned back down and kissed her. "So are you sure about this, Chloe?"
"Absolutely," she whispered.
The soft certainty and confidence in her voice made his chest swell. Other parts of him swelled, too. He pressed against the warm, slick entrance to her body. She felt awfully good.
He wasn't quite sure what to do next, but his instincts took over. Driven by an irresistible impulse, he moved his hips, and suddenly the head of his erection was inside her.
His breath hissed between his clenched teeth, because it felt better than he'd ever imagined, even in his wildest fantasies. He was only an inch or so inside her, and already he was dying of desire and fevered need. She felt really tight, and even though he didn't have to worry about accidentally ripping her apart any more, he was still afraid of hurting her.
He knew he needed to hold back, to take it slow, but the problem was, he wasn't sure he could.
She turned her face against his throat and made a soft, high-pitched sound, a noise that could have been either pleasure or pain. But her body arched and her arms tightened around him, letting him know she liked this as much as he did. Evidently he wasn't hurting her. Relieved, he pushed into her another inch, and it felt so incredibly good he thought he'd come right then and there.
If it always felt this good, he had no idea how guys managed to make love for any length of time. A fuzzy memory filtered through his head, some article he'd read about a rock star who used Tantric techniques and claimed he could make love to a woman for eight hours at a time.
He just didn't believe that. Because right now, he was pretty sure eight seconds was way beyond his capabilities.
He ground his teeth together harder, sucked in a deep breath, and slid into her still further. She was really wet and hot, and her thighs lifted in an automatic response, wrapping around his hips. He thrust into her again and found himself all the way inside of her, so deep that he couldn't draw a breath, so deep that every nerve in his body flared with heat. A long sound of inarticulate ecstasy rumbled from him, and it felt so damn good he could hardly hold still. His instincts urged him to move, demanded that he move, but he forced himself to remain still, trying to prolong the experience. It was his first time, after all, and he didn't want it to be over in a heartbeat if he could help it.
She dug her fingers into his hips. "Clark," she whispered, her voice very soft but very desperate. "Oh, please, Clark, oh, please..."
At the frantic note in her voice that echoed his own need, he couldn't stop himself. He withdrew from her, almost entirely, then plunged back into her hard. She sobbed with pleasure, and her fingers dug into his hips, urging him to go faster.
He was happy to oblige. He slammed into her hard, over and over again, his body shuddering all over as he groaned and gasped for breath. Pleasure swelled in him, so intense he couldn't believe it. If he'd had the slightest clue how good it could feel, he would have made love to Chloe a long, long time ago.
He thought vaguely about the way he'd imagined losing his virginity would be, all the pretty scenarios he'd dreamed up. He'd imagined that making love to Lana would be sweet and romantic and poetic.
But making love to Chloe was raw and passionate and real.
Their movements grew faster and faster. Her hips rose to meet his, and her fingers dug into his ass so hard that it might have hurt if his attention hadn't been elsewhere. He could feel himself throbbing, could hear his groans rising to agonized cries, and he knew he really needed to shut up, or his parents were going to catch them-- and they weren't going to be pleased. But it felt so good he just couldn't restrain the noises that fell out of his mouth. Her voice rose, too, and he dropped his head and kissed her, hard and deep, figuring that was the only way to muffle the sounds they were making.
Part of him wished this could go on forever. But then he felt her body clamp down on his, felt the contractions of her climax as her back arched and she cried out into his mouth, and he knew he couldn't wait any longer. Well, at least he'd made it last longer than eight seconds.
A shattering burst of pleasure exploded within him, so intense, so overpowering, that he knew he'd never forget this moment as long as he lived. Heat flooded him, and he trembled, thrusting into her harder, as the waves of his climax broke over him in hard, relentless spasms.
At last the pleasure ebbed, and he fell against her with a gasp.
Her arms tightened around his waist in a warm, loving hug. He turned his head, nuzzling her neck, and spoke in a whisper, because that was really all he had the energy for at this point.
"Was that okay for a guy with no experience?"
"Better than okay." She kissed his forehead, which was wet with sweat. "You definitely have some natural talent for this, Kent."
"Good," he mumbled. "I was worried you might be disappointed because I'm just an ordinary guy now."
He could feel the curve of her lips against his skin as she smiled.
"Believe me, Clark," she said softly. "With your abilities or without, there's nothing ordinary about you."
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