Promise Me, Chapter 4

Clark/Chloe
Season 6, "Promise"
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the CW and DC Comics, not to me.
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Chloe waited patiently for Clark to make his decision. It seemed like she'd been waiting forever for him to choose between her and Lana. He'd seemed to choose Lana earlier in the year, yet she'd been pretty certain that there was more behind his sudden realization that he "loved" Lana than he'd let on. Maybe more than he himself had been aware of.

About eight months ago, she'd grown tired of waiting for Clark, and decided to move into a relationship with someone else. She hadn't been deliberately trying to make Clark jealous, but she hadn't been oblivious to the way he'd glared at her and Jimmy when they'd started dating, the way he'd looked like he wanted to zap Jimmy with a burst of heat vision.

He'd hugged her a little more frequently than usual, and she'd felt an unusually intense affection in his hugs. She'd caught him staring at her quite a few times, something dark and indefinable in his eyes. She'd been almost certain Clark was falling for her, and given that she was involved with Jimmy, she wasn't quite sure how she felt about that.

And then Lana had gotten engaged, and suddenly he'd done a one-eighty and decided he was in love with Lana.

Chloe hadn't been certain what to make of his sudden emotional shift, but she'd been grateful that she had decided to go ahead and date Jimmy. Clark, she thought, was just too fickle. But Clark continued to look at her the exact same way, and slowly it dawned on her he wasn't fickle at all.

He was scared.

Scared of what, she hadn't been quite certain, until he'd looked at her with wide eyes and told her, I think about this all the time-- but then I worry that I might hurt you, and...

It wasn't the first time Clark had expressed fear of hurting a woman during sex, but she hadn't realized he was unconsciously pursuing a woman who was unavailable, just to avoid confronting his own emotions. Just to avoid his fear of hurting her.

He was still staring at her now, so many emotions brimming in his eyes that it almost hurt to look into them. His hands still rested on her hips, and slowly, very slowly, he took a step toward her. Suddenly their bodies were pressed together, and he leaned into her, so that she was squashed behind the hard stone wall and an equally hard Kryptonian.

He felt warm and strong, and so solid that it called to mind the phrase she'd called him by once or twice: Clark Kent, Man of Steel.

"Chloe," he whispered, and lowered his head again.

The first kiss had been nothing more than a light brush of lips. This kiss was hardly any more at first, but this time he didn't lift his mouth away from hers. His lips softly molded to hers, and then her lips parted, and suddenly his tongue found hers.

A resonant little sound of pleasure rumbled from his throat, part moan, part growl. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him harder, stroking his tongue with hers. His arms went around her waist, and he leaned into her harder.

She could feel his hard erection pushing into her abdomen, obvious even through their clothing. She moved her hips, rubbing against it, and another one of those little noises came from him.

Suddenly his hands were moving over her, and his mouth was devouring hers, eager and hungry and desperate. Her own hands moved downward, exploring the heavy muscles of his back. She heard the rough sound of his breathing, felt the violent thunder of his heart beneath her hand on his back.

At last he lifted his mouth from hers and bent, pressing his lips against her throat.

"Chloe," he whispered. "I've wanted to do this forever."

She smiled into his hair.

"Now's your chance," she answered.

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