Kal-El, Chloe AU
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the CW and DC Comics, not to me.
The young woman who'd introduced herself as Chloe looked, well, perturbed. She reached for the sheets, yanked them up, and clutched the sheets to her breasts-- which was unfortunate, as Kal-El very much liked looking at them-- and began backing away across the bed. Kal-El frowned.
"I wish to have sex with you," he said again, thinking that perhaps she'd failed to hear him.
"Nope. Not in this lifetime, buddy."
He cocked his head, puzzled. "I do not understand."
"It's a simple concept, really. Here's the deal. You lay a hand on me, I rip off your balls and stuff them down your throat."
Kal-El blinked. He was not fully conversant with the slang these Earthers spoke, but he got the gist of what she was threatening easily enough.
"So you are saying... you do not wish to have sex?"
She stared at him a long moment with an odd expression, as if she thought he was mentally deficient. "That's exactly what I'm saying. I mean, hello, you just conquered my planet, and we're complete strangers. Why exactly would I want to have sex with you?"
He frowned. "I am male. You are female. Sex is expected."
She tugged the sheet up a little higher-- most unfortunate-- and frowned at him, narrowing her lovely golden eyes. "When you conquer a planet, do you always rape its women?"
Apparently recognizing that he did not understand the word, she rephrased. "Do you always force its women to have sex with you?"
He contemplated that for a moment. "I do not understand. I am male and you are female. It is natural that we have sex together. No force or compulsion is required."
She cocked her head and considered him. "So you're telling me that of all the women you've met, from all the worlds you've conquered... every single one of them has been perfectly happy to fall into bed with you?"
He smiled. "Exactly."
She looked him over for a long moment, then uttered a little sigh.
"I guess that's easy enough to believe," she muttered.
At least Kal-El didn't seem inclined to rape her. That was something. In fact, Kal-El really didn't seem to grasp the concept of rape. It made her wonder exactly what his people's beliefs about sex were. He was an alien, after all. It figured that his moral attitudes might be very different from hers.
"Kal-El," she said, cautiously, "on my planet, we usually reserve sex for close relationships."
He cocked his head again, so that all that thick dark hair cascaded over one tautly muscled shoulder. She could barely restrain another sigh.
The man was a freaking demigod. Seriously.
"I do not understand. You do not have sex when you feel like having sex?"
"Well... sort of. Not exactly. I mean, we don't usually have sex with strangers."
"Even when you meet one that you find attractive?"
She sighed irritably, finding it hard to explain the mores she'd grown up with and took for granted. "Sometimes we meet a guy and fall right into bed with him, yeah. But usually not till we've at least talked a little, and maybe had dinner."
"I am more than willing to provide you with dinner."
"Thanks, but no thanks. Look, that happens sometimes, but more often we meet a guy and start dating for a while before we have sex."
"Going out to eat together, watching movies-- filmed entertainment-- together, having fun together. We usually have sex with the person we're dating, not random strangers. Some people don't even have sex until after they're married, which means bonded for life. And once we're married... we're not supposed to have sex with anyone else. Just the person we're married to."
He gaped at her. "Your people have extremely peculiar attitudes."
"Well, they work for us," she said, a little huffily. "Don't people get married on your planet?"
"We bond, yes. But that does not mean we may not have sex with other people. We are still free to have sex with whomever we find attractive."
Krypton, she thought wryly, was apparently a planet full of swingers. She imagined a planet full of beautiful people, having sex with whomever they wanted, and rolled her eyes. In her head, it looked like a bad porn movie.
And this guy would make one hell of a porn star.
She yanked her mind back on topic. "So I guess you assume everyone else believes the same way," she said.
"They do." He shrugged one of those massive shoulders. "At least, I thought they did. I have personally conquered fifty worlds, and never encountered one that sees sex as anything other than recreational. Until now."
"Well, I guess we're backwards," she said grumpily. "But I don't have sex with just anyone, Kal-El. And I'm not interested in having sex with you."
She definitely wasn't interested. Really. Yeah, he was the sexiest, most gorgeous guy she'd ever seen, with beautiful green eyes and impossibly high cheekbones and a strong, square jaw. Not to mention those massive, bulging pectorals and biceps. Any woman in her right mind would be happy to put her hands all over those hard, rippling muscles...
Down, girl. She forced her mind back on the right track. The point was, this man had conquered her planet. And sexy or not, she was not going to sleep with him. She just wasn't.
He studied her for a moment, looking dismayed. And then he smiled at her, a warm, winning smile that made her stomach melt.
"Perhaps I can change your mind," he said.
Read Chapter 3 here.