Cloaked in Red

        Whoa! It's been a while since I have posted anything having to do with my favorite show ever Smallville.  Damn I cannot wait to see the season final next week! And on Tuesday the second season will be hitting store shelves everywhere! Yay, oh you know this crazy fangirl is gone be waiting for the stores to open! Okay well I wrote a Chlark shipper again, I laughed wickedly.  He needs to be with CHLOE! You can believe I was laughing hysterically last night at Lana's predicament.  And I laughed even harder as I noticed the girl that was the nemesis shared my name.  On my, I am twisted! O.K. all please read and review.

    Much luv & L8rs,

     Ryoko Kashino

  Ch 1.  A love lost is found

            A month had passed and still not a single word from Clark.  Chloe sat there staring at her computer screen in the busy offices of the Daily Planet.  The summer seemed to be moving fast, maybe it was the fast pace of Metropolis.  If she was in Smallville, the days would've felt like years. 

            "Sullivan!!!!!"

            Chloe jumped to her feet and ran into Weinstein's office; she stood in the door way waiting for the okay to enter.  In her sight was an older man with salt and pepper hair.  He was chomping on some gum, he looked up briefly and then pointed and his coffee cup. Chloe ran in grabbed the cup.  Wow, she was a glorified coffee girl. So far her internship seemingly hadn't gone as planned.  At least she had her foot in the door, it's more than any other kid her age would be doing.  Most would be running about carefree and brain dead.  That wasn't Chloe Sullivan.  She was an investigative reporter since she could formulate a question.  No one could ever pull the wool over her eyes.  If they did she dug until she knew the absolute truth! She was in her element. 

            "Sullivan!!!!"  The same scream she heard earlier shook her from her inter pep talk, she turned her head to see Weinstein's head popping out of the door way.  She rushed over with his refill and he looked at her, "Thanks, kiddo.  Say, take the rest of the day off.  We'll see you bright and early Monday morning."

            "But sir, I should stay, really the day isn't over…"

            "Sullivan, take the afternoon off and be a kid.  Go shopping, or whatever it is you kids like to do now days.  Live your teenage life Sullivan.  You still have enough time to be that tough no B.S. reporter that you'll become."

            Chloe as about to argue but the look on Weinstein's face told her it was wise she just take the offer.  As Chloe exited the building she stood on the busy side walk and thought over where she should head.  Starbucks two long blocks away or the greasy burger joint across the way called Jim's. Tough choice, she headed towards Starbucks as she waited for the crosswalk sign to read 'walk' when she heard her phone ring.  She reached into her purse and suddenly the small crowd around her began to move.  She did too still digging in her purse. Not watching what she was doing she bumped into someone.

            "Oh, I'm' so sorry!" she said without looking up.

 "You really should watch where you're going."

            That voice, her head bolted up and she looked all around her.  She saw a tall dark haired guy walking away from her.  She spun on her heal and followed him.  After watching him walk she could tell it was him.  She knew that walk even with the over abundance of confidence that beamed from him, she knew it was Clark.  Slowly, she let the distance grow between them.  In reality she wanted to scream his name and run to him.  All her impulses were telling her to do it but the reporter in her told her no.  So instead she just stalked him.  Once he stopped and turned, she quickly turned her head to the glass window to her right side.  Thank the gods; she had stopped in front of a jewelry store.  She touched the glass all the while eyeing him from the corner of her eye. When he turned around to walk she kept up the hunt.  Soon the tall buildings of Metropolis dissipated as the buildings became four story white plain buildings a few here and there with dark tinted windows.  Obviously, this was the warehouse district.  Chloe drank in the whole area. Memorizing it, she needed to in order to come back and catch him off guard. 

After what seemed like miles of walking she saw Clark stop at a building with the top story having a full wall length of black window. Her feet were tired. Damn that farm boy and his athletic body, he could probably run a marathon and not break a sweat, she thought. He was only about three hundred feet away from her when he started to walk up a set of stairs.  Chloe watched him.  God he was still so gorgeous, she shook her head then wrote down the address.  She had just turned around when she ran into something.  She noticed it was a broad chest.  Her view slowly moved up the chest to catch sight of the boy she missed so much.  Only his face didn't have the sweet innocence it usually had.  Instead she saw a face of deception.  His eyes longer had the sweet glint but held rather a cold as ice glare.  He licked his lips and said, "It's funny running into you like this."

            "You, just, I saw you… how the hell did you do that Kent!"

            "It's a talent.  I'm always where you'd least expect me. And you still the little investigative reporter I see."

            "What?"

            "C'mon."

            Chloe didn't have much time before Clark grabbed her arm and dragged her with him across the street to the same building he'd just entered moments before.  As they stood at the top of the stairs Chloe was afraid.  She'd never seen Clark act his way.  She looked at the stairs wanting to make a mad dash down them when Clark said, "You'd never move fast enough, so please come in."

            Chloe's head spun to look at Clark.  Her eyes grew wide with fear so quickly;

 It brought a cold hard smile to his face.  Clark waved his hand towards the door. Chloe watched the motion her mind screamed for her to run but her mouth said, "Thank you, Clark."

            Slowly and cautiously she walked in the building.  The lights flickered on and soon her footsteps were echoed by his.  She stood in shock, this was an apartment.  The décor was very modern so unlike that of the Kent farm. Chloe's breath caught as her eyes traveled over every detail of the room before her.  How could he afford this, his parents back at home were struggling to keep the farm and yet here he was in the lap of luxury.  Clark walked past her and sat on the gorgeous black leather couch.  He smirked at her and said, "You like it? It's a total step up from that stupid loft in the barn."

            Chloe was still amazed.  She just couldn't understand how or why he'd be here, and like this, she wanted to shake some sense into him but instead she just said, "Yeah, it's very different."

            "Different good or different bad?" he asked as he stood and stepped closer to her.  He raised his hands to her upper arms and gently ran his finger tips up and down. At his touch Chloe's flesh was goose bumping to life. A shiver was sent up her spine as his face closed in on hers.  His lips only millimeters from hers, she could feel his warm breath on her lips as he said, "You're a lucky one, not many women get to see this place in the daylight." Quickly he pressed his lips against hers.  Chloe eyes closed, her body was quivering, his touch had never done this to her before, she was at his mercy in that moment.  Suddenly a light switched on. Chloe then struggled in his grip and finally pushed him off.  He smiled wickedly and said. "C'mon Chloe, you know you've always wanted me to do that to you."

            "Clark, what the hell is wrong with you! Do you know how badly you're missed at home? What's up with this whole Rico Suave thing? It's not earning you points in my book.  Why are you hiding? Come back to Smallville with me this weekend. Your…"

            "My what? Just say it Chloe, my what; my family wants me back. There's nothing there for me in Smallville any more. My life there ended.  I belong here in Metropolis.  You know I never knew how right you were about this place.  Here I feel alive, I have all the things I ever wanted and longed for.  I don't have anyone controlling me.  Here I am my own man." Clarks voice was so commanding, it was like the Clark she knew before had never been.

            "Clark, they all miss you, I miss you."

            "We can fix the 'you' missing me part if you want." Again that wicked grin came to his face as he came to stand within millimeters of Chloe. His chest breathed deeply and his eyes filled with lust in seconds. This was getting too close for comfort for Chloe as she was about to step back Clark enveloped her in his arms and he covered her mouth with his.  Chloe was so shocked at his graceful movements.  It was like he was fluid moving so rapidly and smooth.  The kisses filled with more heat and determination that Chloe was surrendering herself to the most natural and carnal instincts.  Clark pulled her purse off of her and started to take a course towards the bed.

            This was really one of Chloe's better fantasies, right? Then she felt him reach for the bottom of her blouse, his hands began to roam over the small of her back and working their way up slowly.  Soon his hands were pulling his form fitting top off and over his head. Chloe was awestruck with his magnificently cut upper body, her hands traveled calmly over his well tanned and broad chest. Chloe was now looking into his eyes.  She could see the flames of desire in them, again that smile crept onto his face. Before Chloe knew it she was falling back unto the bed.  Her top getting removed by expert hands, his lips again attacking her flesh.  Clark placed hot kisses along her neck down her collar bone and soon he stopped and he reached the small valley between her breasts. Chloe felt him smile against her as he placed a long kiss there.  Suddenly, she felt his tongue against her.  Her breath caught loudly and her eyes flew open. Chloe's head shot up and her eyes met his devastatingly sexy glare. For a few seconds they both held the gaze.  Then she watched him as he slowly lowered his head and licked her flesh along the cup of her bra. Chloe as much as she wanted this to keep going her senses returned and she shoved him off of her.

            "Wait, I can't do this. Stop, we need to talk."

            "Talk about what? I thought we were gonna fix you missing me. I'm done with talking. It's such a wonderful afternoon, why waste it talking when our bodies could do that with out one word uttered."

            "Clark."

            Chloe was looking him right in the eye and for an instant she caught a flash of the farm boy she knew.  Clark sat up and then leaned over the edge of the bed grabbing her blouse from the floor.  He gently tossed towards her, "Get dressed or I'm likely to continue without your permission."

            Quickly Chloe put her top; when she did she scooted closer to the end of the bed.  Clark still sat there with no shirt on he was staring intently at the floor.  Chloe looked at him and then touched his shoulder, "Clark, why are you here, why are you hiding?"

            Clark turned his head to look her in the eye, Chloe's face was worried and he really didn't want to face her.  He'd been here just long enough that he was beginning to forget a reason to return to Smallville.  Clark looked at the red ring on his finger. He wanted to remove it so he could tell her why but he didn't want to remember why.  He just wanted to be left alone, he took a breath and said, "It's like I said, I'm the one in control here.  That's all I ever wanted."

            "Clark, no it's not.  C'mon, you can tell me anything, it's me Chloe.  You know I'd never hurt you, please just tell me."

            "No, just get out.  Go home.  Don't ever come back here.  And if I see anyone else from Smallville, I'm coming after you."

            "Clark, why are you doing this? I just wanna understand you. God, why don't trust me?"

            Clark glared at her.  His face wasn't kind at all.  He stood up and walked over to his closet. He opened the door and grabbed a black dress shirt.  Turning to face Chloe as he put it on he said, "C'mon, I gotta go.  I'll drop you off in front of the Planet."

            The drive was a quite one except for the blaring techno music from the car's stereo. Clark came to a screeching halt in front of the Daily Planet's building.  Clark reached over to lower the music as Chloe opened her door.  Quickly, he reached over and grabbed her wrist.  Chloe's head spun to look at Clark. He grinned and then used his other hand to touch her cheek, his hand swiftly moved to the back of her head pulling her into a passionate kiss. He lifted his lips lightly from hers and his forehead leaned against hers, he smiled that evil grin of his and spoke, "Remember what I said Chloe, I see anyone from Smallville, you'll regret it," he squeezed harder on her wrist and Chloe winced in pain.

Every word he said to her registered as truth, his lips had gently touched her with every word. Chloe nodded showing she understood his threat. He kissed her again only gently as he had when they were friends.  He let go of her neck and smiled again then said, "It really was nice seeing you again." His eyes traveled the length of her body and rested at her breasts for a second, "Seeing most of you anyway."

            With that said he released her arm. Chloe got out of the car and closed the door. Clark kissed at her and seconds later he sped off into traffic.