Late Season 5
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the CW and DC Comics, not to me.
Sequel to Needing You. Requested by simplytoopretty.
The way to a girl's heart is through her stomach.
I'm serious. It worked for me, anyway.
See, I'd kind of fallen for my best friend Chloe Sullivan, and I invited her over and served her fettuccini alfredo, and the next thing I know we're...
Well, maybe I better back up. The thing is, I'd known Chloe for years. We'd always been the closest of friends, but I'd been kind of, you know, distracted by the girl next door. Or the girl who'd once been the girl next door, before she moved, and then she wasn't the girl next door anymore, but I still had a thing for her...
Anyway. Her name was Lana Lang, and I'd thought she was beautiful and wonderful and perfect, and somehow I'd gotten so focused on her I hadn't noticed that Chloe was even more beautiful and wonderful and perfect.
I'm kind of dumb about things like that.
Anyway, at some point it finally dawned on me that Chloe was all that. Maybe it was when Chloe saved me from a killer robot, and saved the whole world in the process. Maybe it was when she rescued me from a woman who was controlling my mind with a necklace. Or maybe it was when she told me she knew my secret, and that she thought I was amazing anyway.
I'm not sure. But the point is, one day I looked at her, and I suddenly realized I was in love... and it wasn't with Lana.
So. At that point, the smart thing to do would have been just to say, "Chloe, I love you." But I didn't quite have that kind of nerve. I'm sort of a gutless wonder when it comes to girls. So instead, I told her I had a hot date and asked her over to give me an opinion on the way I'd set the table, and eventually I let her know that it was all for her. And she seemed really, really pleased. I'd served her fettuccini alfredo on my mom's good china, with a lot of candles lighting the dining room...
And that's how we wound up on the sofa in front of the fireplace, making out.
Kissing Chloe was great. I mean, really, it was awesome. It made me wonder why on earth I hadn't kissed her before.
Well, yeah, I had kissed her before, once or twice. Or maybe four or five times. But why I hadn't just started kissing her every freaking day, I had no idea.
Clearly I was stupid.
She tasted good. We'd had mint chocolate chip ice cream for dessert, and she tasted like mint and chocolate, along with something that was spicy and sweet and all her. Her hair and skin smelled good, like peaches.
And she felt good. Really, really good.
I'd just meant to kiss her a bit, because I didn't want things to move too fast. I was afraid she'd be uncomfortable with that. But after we sat in front of the crackling fire and kissed for a while, somehow she wound up in my lap, straddling my legs, and her... um, well her... well, pressed against my...
Uh, let's just say she was in my lap, and right up against me. And it was nice. Really, really nice. I decided that if fettuccini alfredo got this kind of reaction, I was going to cook it for her every night for the rest of my life.
"Clark," she whispered, nibbling along the edges of my ear. I mean, nibbling. Teeth and everything. No one had ever nibbled my ear before, and it felt amazing. "I need you."
"Uh," I said, because the ear-nibbling thing was not improving my ability to talk. "I, uh, thought maybe we should, uh, take it slow..."
"Forget slow." She blew in my ear, and something deep inside me caught on fire. At least that's what it felt like. I found myself pushing up against her harder than before. "I've been waiting for you for five years, Clark. I don't want to wait any longer."
I could relate to that. I didn't really want to wait, either. I was just trying to be a gentleman about it. But I guess she didn't want me to be a gentleman, because her hand slid down between our bodies, and started to, uh...
Okay, maybe you don't want the details. I mean, this is all kind of personal. I just... well... I haven't been with a lot of girls, and being touched that way, even through jeans... I had no defenses. None. It was like waving a pie in my face. There was no possible way I was going to say no.
"Unnnhhh," I said, because it seemed like the only sensible thing to say.
"You like?" she whispered, and did it a little faster.
I said unnnhhhh again, along with some words that my mom would have washed out my mouth for. If my mom had been there. In which case we most likely wouldn't have been sitting on the couch, with Chloe touching my...
Um. Okay. What was I saying again?
Oh, right. Her hand. She undid my jeans, and then she was touching my bare, uh, skin. Her hand moved faster, and I couldn't stop myself from moving right along with it. Or against it, actually. My head fell back on the cushions, and I felt myself shaking. Literally shaking.
"Oh my God Chlo oh God oh Jesus God..."
Not the most articulate thing I ever said, but extremely heartfelt. Her hand moved even faster, and I thought I was going to... well, let's just say I was totally out of control. Her hand moved even harder, and pleasure washed over me until I couldn't take it any more, and I heard myself... well... whimpering.
I'm kind of embarrassed to admit that, really. I'd rather call it moaning, or groaning, or something that sounds a little more manly, but there's no getting around the fact that I sounded like my dog Shelby when someone steps on him. I was totally whimpering.
Her hand kept moving, and she whispered in my ear again. "That's good, isn't it?"
Oh, God. It was better than good. It was amazing. Astounding. Un-freaking-believable.
It occurred to me in a kind of vague way that I probably ought to touch her, too, but I was a little paranoid about hurting her. I mean, I was just not in control of my body at this point, and since I can squash granite in my hands, I could really do her a serious injury if I stopped paying attention.
And really, I was beyond paying attention.
Anyway, she kept touching me, stroking up and down, and I felt myself starting to...
Yeah, okay. TMI. The point is that she stopped at the very last second, and pulled her hand away.
"Unnnhhhh," I said, somehow managing to drag my eyes open. "Chlo?"
She was looking at me, a mischievous expression on her face. "I told you earlier," she answered, very softly. "I need you."
I doubted very much that she needed me as badly as I needed her right now. I mean, I was about to die. Honest. I'd heard the expression blue balls, but I'd never really understood it till now.
I'm sure they were blue. Bright blue. Electric blue.
And there I go with the TMI again. Sorry. I'm just trying to explain what happened next. Because I meant to go slow. I really did. But somehow my hands were on her jeans, and the next thing I knew she was naked. I think maybe I stripped off her clothes, but honest to God, I'm not sure. My mind was a blur at this point.
Anyway... having Chloe naked in my lap was not the worst thing that ever happened to me, by a long shot. In fact it was right up there on my list of peak experiences.
Although the peak thing hadn't happened, quite yet.
She started to move against me, and I thought it was probably going to happen really, really soon. Maybe a little sooner than either of us wanted it to. She moved against me, stroking up and down my...
Well, anyway, the friction was starting to get to me. Plus she was like totally wet and hot, and it just felt so damn good I couldn't stand it. I wanted to be inside her, more than I'd ever wanted anything.
This wasn't just need. It was a craving. I had to be inside her. I just had to.
She kept sliding up and down, and without really meaning to, I grabbed her hips and lifted her, and the next thing I knew she was slipping down on top of me, and I was inside her.
Deep inside her.
And I'd been right. She was really, really wet. And it felt...
You don't really want all these details, do you? Okay, let's just say that if having her against me had been awesome, being inside her was awesome to the nth power. I heard myself whimpering again, but this time it wasn't just whimpering. There were a lot of louder noises mixed in there.
She was making some pretty funny noises too. She had her arms wrapped around my shoulders, and her fingers twisted in my hair in a way that probably would have hurt most guys, and possibly removed some of my hair, if it were removable. But I didn't mind. I moved faster inside her, because I really couldn't help moving faster, and then she was shaking against me, and crying out, and...
Well. It was hot.
I could actually feel her coming from the inside. I mean, she sort of... squeezed me, over and over again. I don't know exactly how to describe it. But it was really amazing, and the next thing I knew I was slamming into her really hard, and crying out just as loudly as she had. I felt myself kind of spasming inside her, and pleasure poured over me, so intense my teeth clenched and my muscles all seemed to freeze up for a few seconds.
At last it faded away, and I fell back against the cushions. She leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder, and I closed my eyes and heaved a long sigh.
"That was great," I said.
"I'm glad," she said, nuzzling my throat. "So are you sorry we didn't go slow? Would going slow have made you happier?"
"Chlo," I answered with total honesty, "there is no possible way I could be happier than I am at this moment."
"Okay. That's good." She nuzzled me some more. "You think you might want to do it again, after a little while?"
"Huh? I'm completely exhausted, Chlo. There is no possible way I can do that again tonight. Stick a fork in me. I'm done."
She didn't argue. But the nuzzling drifted higher and turned into ear-nibbling, and suddenly I wasn't quite as done as I'd thought I was. She laughed softly, and blew in my ear.
"I have a feeling we might want to hold off on that fork for a while."
"Uh... maybe," I admitted. I was still, you know, inside her, and I could feel my body stirring to life again. Go figure.
"So... want to do it again?"
I squeezed her, gently but tightly, trying to tell her how much I'd enjoyed it, trying to tell her what she meant to me without words. Trying to let her know how much I needed her.
"Yeah," I said. "Again... and again... and again."