Clark/Chloe, Clark/Lois, Chloe/Ollie, Lois/Ollie (offscreen)
Season 9 (my version; spoilers for "Escape")
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 2 here.
Clark was scared out of his mind, but his anxiety eased off a bit when Chloe stared at him with an expression that didn't make him think she was comparing him to Ollie. She looked... well, impressed.
"Clark," she said, very softly. "You're gorgeous."
He knew he wasn't. He was kind of big and bulky compared to Ollie's honed, lean body. Not that he was fat or anything-- in fact, he was pretty sure he couldn't get fat-- just big. And his face was nothing special, either. He was just a regular guy.
"Um..." His mouth was dry. "I, uh, this really isn't a good idea, Chlo..."
"Hush." She took another step forward and placed her hand on his shoulder. His heart began thudding more heavily than before, and he realized that he was hard. Not just sort of hard, but really hard.
Which wasn't surprising. He'd been waiting for this moment for years.
He closed his eyes, feeling a touch of shame for how he'd treated Lois. He liked her. He'd always liked her, deep down, even when she was making his teeth grind together by saying obnoxious things. And she was undeniably a very pretty woman. Hanging out with her had been a way of assuaging his loneliness and the empty hole that the loss of Chloe's friendship had caused in his life.
But he hadn't ever let himself admit quite how much Chloe meant to him. If he had, he wouldn't have gone out with Lois at all.
She leaned forward, brushing her mouth over his shoulder, and he shuddered. It had been a long, long time since he'd been really physical with a woman. He'd forgotten how good it felt. He'd forgotten how much it turned him on.
She kissed him again, and his cock throbbed. Great. He was going to come from her kissing his collarbone. Wouldn't that just impress the hell out of her?
She continued to kiss him, and rather to his surprise, he didn't come. He let his eyes drift shut, let the sensation wash over him. Her mouth was soft and gentle, sexy and yet so tender it made something prickle behind his closed eyelids.
Chloe, he thought helplessly. Chloe Chloe Chloe.
He'd wanted her for so long. He'd thought he'd lost her, and yet here she was.
If only he had the nerve to reach out and take her, and everything she was offering.
He was still scared, terrified of the thought of what he could do to her with just a touch, the terrible awareness of how easily he could hurt her. And yet, totally of their own accord, his hands lifted and settled onto her waist, just above the curve of her hips.
And God, she felt so soft beneath his hands. So velvety. So...
Suddenly yanked back into reality, he jerked his hands away as if she'd scalded him, and jumped backward.
Any other woman would have either laughed, or been offended and stalked off in a huff, but Chloe knew him better than anyone, knew all the fears that lurked inside him. She looked at him steadily. "Clark," she said, very gently. "Stop panicking. It's fine. You touched me, and it didn't hurt."
"Wait till I forget what I'm doing and crush one of your bones," he said grimly.
"That's not going to happen. I trust you, Clark."
"Glad one of us does."
She laughed softly, and stepped toward him. He backed up, and found himself against a tiled wall. She braced an arm on either side of him, trapping him.
She didn't possess a thousandth of his strength, and he could have escaped from her easily enough. But then she cheated, pressing herself right up against his erection, the soft, satiny skin of her belly rubbing right up against his most sensitive flesh.
His body throbbed helplessly, and he knew he was lost. He closed his eyes and uttered a little moan of pleasure.
And then she was kissing his shoulder again, and this time he didn't even try to say no.
More to come...