Engage, Chapter 9

Clark/Chloe, Lois, Jimmy
Season 8, SPOILERS
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the CW and DC Comics, not to me.
Read Chapter 8 here.

For a moment, she held onto the frostiness. Then she melted against him. Her tongue was velvet against his, her body soft and heated.

The pink tank top somehow got pushed up a bit, and he found his hand splayed across her lower back. Her skin was satiny, so smooth he couldn't stop touching her.

She was touching him, too, a wordless admission that he did matter to her. Her hands caressed his shoulders, and then slid down to his waist, and then she was pushing up his shirt and her hands slid up underneath, stroking up along his abdomen and chest.

He'd been struggling to hold himself still, but at the touch of her fingers on his bare skin, there was no way he could hold still any longer. His hips jerked in an automatic response, shoving his erection against her forcefully.

Her hips moved in response, and the contact felt so good that he groaned. He was aching and swollen with need, and the brush of her jeans against his felt like everything he'd ever wanted.

And yet somehow he wanted a lot more.

His hands slid down to her hips, his fingers digging into her ass, asking for more, and the two of them slipped into a rhythm, so natural and easy that it felt like they'd done this a hundred times. And yet it was brand new, like nothing he'd ever felt before. Heat gathered deep inside him, and with it a storm of emotions he couldn't begin to articulate. But he tried.

"I love you, Chlo," he mumbled against her mouth.

"I love you too." She sounded like she might be crying. "I've tried so hard not to... but I couldn't help it, Clark. I love you too."

That balloon swelled inside him again, but this time it wasn't just hope. It was happiness. No matter how hard she'd tried to convince herself she was in love with Jimmy, no matter how much she'd tried to deny her feelings-- it was Clark she loved.

What do you know, he thought with wry amusement. Lois was right.

For once.

He didn't want her to cry, so he let his arms slide around her, hugged her against his chest. She hugged him too, and their bodies stopped moving for a moment.

For a moment, all he wanted to do was hold her.

But he was young and male, so the moment didn't last long. His body began to rise against hers, and this time she moved on him harder, as if now that she'd finally admitted the truth to herself, she wasn't holding back any longer. The fierce motion of her hips against his drove him crazy. His head dropped back, exposing his throat, and he felt her brushing kisses over the sensitive skin there.

Her hands reached back up inside his shirt again, and then her thumbs were stroking over his nipples, and pleasure sizzled through him like summer lightning. He groaned again, but this time it was both a noise of pleasure and a little protest. He loved the feel of her hands on him, but he was way too turned on now, so hot for her he was about to come in his jeans, and that was really not what he wanted to do right now.

But she wouldn't stop moving on him, and she was moaning too, and the undulation of her body and the scent of her skin and the sexy little noises she was making all combined to make him harder than he'd ever imagined he could be.

His hips drove against her, hard and fast and demanding, and then she cried out, writhing against him, her hands clutching at him, her body arching and trembling.

Not only had Chloe Sullivan admitted she loved him, but he'd brought her to a climax, right on top of him. The feel of her shuddering her way through an orgasm was utterly overwhelming, and his cock jerked violently as she rubbed against him.

Somehow, using self-control he'd never dreamed he possessed, he managed to hold off his own climax. At last she fell against him with a gasp, limp and boneless, and he lay beneath her, panting harshly, every muscle taut with a need so extreme he thought steam might come out of his ears.

But she felt good against him, so he reined in his galloping hormones and let himself just enjoy the sensation of her body molded against his.

Eventually she lifted her head and smiled at him. "Your turn," she said softly.

That was exactly what he wanted. And yet... he heard her words in his mind. Kissing doesn't solve a thing.

He wasn't quite sure if giving into his physical desires and making love to her would help forge a new relationship with her, or tear apart the fragile bond that was being created here.

"Chlo...listen..." He struggled to put words together into coherent sentences. "You were right when you said we had a lot of things to work out first. If you're not sure-- I mean, if you're still not certain how you-- well, I can wait if you want. I mean..." Words he'd heard long, long ago came to him, and he smiled a little. "I think you're worth the wait."

"Yeah. You're worth the wait, too. But, well..." Her hand stroked his cheek lightly, caressing the mole there, and her lips curved in a warm smile. "I think the time for waiting is over, Clark."

Read Chapter 10 here.