Saturday, December 09, 2006

Two Friends, One Bed

2: Two Friends, One Morning After
3: Two Friends, One First Date
4: Two Friends, One Meteor Freak

Clark/Chloe
Season 6
1300 words
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the CW and DC Comics, not to me.

"I guess we're sleeping together tonight."

"Um. Well. I, uh..."

"Oh, for heaven's sake, Clark, I didn't mean it like that, and you know it."

"I, uh, can sleep on the floor."

"You're supposed to be protecting me in case that meteor freak shows up again. He can go straight through walls, remember? I want you right next to me. And that means we're sleeping together."

"Uh. Okay, I guess. I mean, if we really need to."

"You're killing my ego here, Clark."

"I didn't mean it that way, Chlo. I just..."

"You know, there are lots of guys who'd love to spend a night in bed with me."

"Yeah, but..."

"But what? Do you really think of me as just one of the guys?"

"Well, no, not exactly. But you're my friend. You know? Being in bed with you this way is kind of... weird."

"Gee, thanks. Move over. You're taking up three quarters of the bed."

"I'm entitled. I'm three times bigger than you are."

"For crying out loud. It's like sleeping with an elephant. Give me some space here, Clark."

"I'm trying. This bed's too narrow."

"Be grateful Lois is out of town."

"I'm always grateful when Lois is out of town."

"You know what I mean. If she were here, we'd have to sleep on the couch. I think we'd have to sleep sitting up. Not very restful."

"But safer, maybe."

"What did you say?"

"Never mind. I'm just grumbling."

"You whine too much. And you're still taking up too much of the bed. You have all the covers, too. Give me some of that blanket."

"You can have all of it. I don't need it."

"I guess not. You're like a furnace."

"You feel pretty warm, too."

"I'm not. I'm freezing."

"You'll warm up fast enough. It's cold outside, but it's pretty warm in here. You and Lois always keep the thermostat cranked up too high."

"I like to be warm. Not all of us were born on an ice planet, you know."

"I figure you must be from Tatooine."

"Shut up, farmboy. So if you roll over in the middle of the night, are you going to squash me?"

"I hope not. I hate waking up next to a squashed body. It really puts a damper on my appetite for breakfast."

"And I hate waking up squashed. It's hard to drink my morning coffee when I'm squashed. So don't roll over, okay?"

"I'll try. But now you're taking up three quarters of the bed. I don't think I can move at all without falling out."

"So don't move."

"I can't sleep without moving, Chlo. Scoot over toward the wall and give me some space, okay?"

"Mmmm. I don't want to. You're nice and warm."

"Chloe."

"What? It's cold."

"I gave you the whole blanket. That ought to keep you plenty warm."

"Put your arm around me. That way I'll stay warm, and you won't fall out of the bed."

"Uh, I'm not sure that's such a great idea."

"Don't be such a wuss. Put your arm around me."

"Uh..."

"That's better. Now I'm not cold any more."

"Me neither."

"I thought you didn't get cold."

"I don't get cold. But I'm getting kind of warm."

"Yeah, I can feel that. Mmm. You smell good, Clark."

"Chloe."

"What? Can't a girl compliment your aftershave without you getting all defensive?"

"I'm not wearing aftershave."

"Your soap, then. I like it."

"Uh, thanks. I, uh... you smell good, too. Your hair smells really... good."

"You silver-tongued devil, you."

"Mmm. You always smell good, Chlo. Like cookies."

"Like cookies? Are you kidding me?"

"Uh..."

"I mean, cookies? Is that the best you got?"

"What's wrong with cookies? I like cookies."

"Let's just say you're not going to make a career writing sonnets if you use metaphors like that."

"That's okay. I know this comes as a shock to you, but I'm not really into sonnet writing."

"Pity. You'd be the perfect guy if you were just a little more romantic."

"I thought Jimmy was the perfect guy."

"Please. Jimmy's a dork, and you know it. Anyway, we broke up last weekend. Didn't I mention?"

"Uh... no."

"I guess that sort of slipped my mind. Yeah, we broke up. So I'm kind of unattached right now, if you take my meaning."

"Chloe."

"Are you glad to see me, or is that a pocketful of kryptonite?"

"Um. I really think maybe I better... uh. Chloe. No."

"No what? I was just sort of getting comfortable."

"Ahhhhh..."

"Sounds like that's making you comfortable, too."

"Chloe. God."

"Want me to stop?"

"No. Definitely not. Don't stop."

"If you're sure. But it's late, and I know you need your rest..."

"Chloe, if you stop, I swear I'm going to..."

"Okay, okay. I won't stop."

"Oh God. Ohhhhh God."

"So you know, I'm a lot warmer now. I was thinking maybe I could take off my... hey. What the hell happened to my shirt?"

"Superspeed. It really comes in handy sometimes."

"Yeah, I guess so. Well, maybe if I... hey. Stop taking my clothes off!"

"Sorry. I figured you'd want the jeans off, too. I'm just trying to make you, you know, comfortable. You said you were trying to get comfortable. I figured I could help."

"Oh, God, Clark..."

"Does that make you feel comfortable?"

"Oh yes... yes..."

"I can't believe you didn't tell me you and Jimmy broke up."

"Ahhhh..."

"I don't think I quite understood that, Chlo."

"Stop moving your hand."

"Well, if you're sure..."

"If you want to talk, you need to.... ah, God... stop that."

"Tough decision, really. But... okay. I'll stop. For now. So how come you didn't tell me you and Jimmy broke up?"

"Honestly? I didn't tell you because I didn't think you'd care."

"I care about everything that happens to you, Chlo. We're friends."

"Just friends?"

"Well, just friends in that almost-totally-naked-together kind of way, I guess."

"Almost totally on my side, anyway. You know, now that my jeans are off, it only seems fair that you should take off yours... hey. Superspeed again?"

"Yeah."

"You took off your shirt, too. Hmmm. What else can you do at superspeed?"

"I don't think that'd work, Chlo. Some things need to be done at normal human speeds."

"You just took off my underwear. And my bra."

"Undressing a sexy girl isn't one of those things that needs to be done at normal speeds. God, Chlo. You're so wet..."

"Let me just sort of shove your boxers out of the way... wow. You're huge, Clark."

"Thanks."

"Not a compliment, just an observation of fact. I'm not sure we'll, you know, fit."

"Only one way to find out. Want to find out?"

"Is that the kind of thing friends should do together, do you think?"

"Maybe sometimes. If they're naked and in the same bed."

"Well, okay then. Just don't squash me."

"I'll be careful. I never want to hurt you, Chlo."

"Oh, yes. Oh, God, Clark."

"Am I hurting you?"

"No. Definitely not. It feels... oh, Clark."

"We fit perfectly. I thought we might."

"I wasn't sure we would. But I'm glad we do."

"Me too, Chlo."

"Shut up and kiss me, Clark."

"Okay."

"God, you taste good."

"You too. You taste like cookies."

"Cookies again? Are you serious?"

"Totally serious, Chlo. Now shut the hell up. You talk too much."

"This is the problem with making love to a friend. It's hard to stop talking."

"Now... would be a very... good time... to stop... talking."

"I... oh, God, Clark. Oh God oh God oh God."

"Yeah. My thoughts exactly."

-The End-

Read the sequel, Two Friends, One Morning After.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

mmmm, smutty-smut-smutness.

MissL said...

Hee. Great job with a new format Elly!

Anonymous said...

All I can think to say is hee hee! Great fic!

Anonymous said...

Mnnnnnmmmnnn hmmmnnn.. I love me Chlark smut... nuttin' betta!!!

sally said...

Ha!Ha!Ha! Oh the plain dialogue approach. So funny.

Anonymous said...

that's pretty good and very unique (all that conversation to convey what's happening).

they're so funny too =)!!!!

awesome --- joanna

sanaazzy said...

I like this. It's different to your usual style of writing,Very unique.

blackheart_me said...

OH MAN I LOVED THIS SO MUCH! the conversations were priceless and the fact that he kept undressing her was hilarious! Especially loved: "I hope not. I hate waking up next to a squashed body. It really puts a damper on my appetite for breakfast."