Get's a little racy towards the end of the chapter so be warned!
-The Living Room-
Chloe was grateful for that the radio DJ made the move to a slow song.
Yes, she enjoyed being close to Clark, his body naturally warm and comforting, but more than that she was winded. Part of the Friday night package was a dance mix of at least eight up tempo songs, It wasn't until later that an Alicia Keyes song slows things down. She found herself envious of Clark, who is obviously not even breathing hard.
Superhuman stamina must be part of the package... Wonder if there's anything else besides the speed and the strength?
"Have I at least swayed you a little bit…?" Clark asks
"Unh hmm… sure," she replies dreamily. With her head resting comfortably against his chest, his voice produces a soothing rumble which increases her relaxed state. His hands rest easily on her hips and the two move almost on auto pilot. Neither even notices that the song has ended.
"That was Alicia Keys, with "You Don't know my name" and you're listening to KS 101.2. Up next we'll keep your Friday night moving in the right direction with a little Outkast, some Avril Lavigne, maybe throw some Maroon 5 up in there. And you know we stay hitting you up with today's hit music. Keep it locked."
A commercial for Johnson's Weed and Seed brings Chloe back to reality and she takes a step back from Clark. "You'd think by now I'd know better than to doubt Clark Kent's ability to surprise." Obviously Clark had picked up quite a few things in Metropolis; he had an easy, confident rhythm to his steps that Chloe would not have expected. "Smooth" and "Clark" were not two words she would've normally put together, unless it was sarcastically.
But considering his car catching incident, how much of the bumbling Clark was just an act to throw us all off the scent…?
"As long as we've known each other I'm glad I can still surprise Smallville's version of Helen Thomas." His hands are still lightly locked on her waist, his thumb rubbing the material of her cotton blouse. Chloe doesn't want to remove them, but at knows that in the interest of her own sanity she needs to. As usual her confusion activates her snarky defense mechanisms.
"Thanks Clark, but unless you want my next article to be about the fragility of cotton blends when under the thumb of farm boys…" She lets her eyes drop to Clark's hands to make her point.
"Oh. Sorry," Clark mumbles, slowly removing his hands from her waist. Watching his reaction, if Chloe didn't know better she'd think his face showed… disappointment?
Before she can wonder any further about this, she hears the telltale sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Chloe looks down at her watch, surprised to find it past eleven already.
"I- I should go…" Chloe stammers, she didn't like to drive these country roads this late at night but she liked the idea of crashing at Clarks even less. If she was ever going to have a chance at getting over her feelings for him she needed to keep him banished to the friend zone. As she gathers her boots, that she had taken off to dance along with her purse the front door opens.
"Mr. and Mrs. Kent, I was just leaving-" Chloe smiles awkwardly. She has no idea why she feels so guilty.
Nothing we did tonight would even qualify as PG-13, in fact cartoon rabbits have gotten away with worse.
"Chloe the roads past Miller's creek are pitch black this time of night, not to mention the lights along Shepherd's Pass are still out. I don't think you should be driving home this late." Martha Kent cautions, looking over to her husband for confirmation.
"Martha's right Chloe," Jonathan agrees hanging up his jacket. "You can stay in Clark's room tonight, Clark doesn't mind the couch, do you son?"
"No, Mr. Kent, I'll be-"
"-Sleeping in my room tonight." Clark finishes guiding her towards the stairs, in a lower voice he adds: "You know better than to argue with my parents Chloe! Just be glad they're not freaking out about you being here this late." Chloe and Clark share a brief chuckle as she begins to ascend the stairs.
"I'll set her up Clark; you can set yourself up down here." Martha offers with a knowing look. She loves and trusts her son implicitly, but there's no reason to tempt either of them. She knows they both decided to be friends, but more than a few romances have started that same way.
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After Martha guides Chloe up the stairs, Jonathon motions for Clark to join him in the kitchen.
"I know what you're gonna say," Clark begins "but we really just lost track of time after the movie. She was going leave earlier but-"
"Clark," Jonathon interrupts, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I trust your judgment, more than that I know Chloe was only doing what a good friend is supposed to. I was just gonna say that it's good to see my son back again."
Clark smiles and nods as his father throws him in a headlock playfully. He was feeling more like himself tonight and he knew that it was because of Chloe. She always supported him, helped him, cared about him. Unlike Lex or Lana, she never seemed too focused on unraveling the mystery around him, despite her status as writer of the Torch. She had her questions, sure, but she didn't allow those questions to keep her from being there for him. How often had he really been there for her though? Sure he'd rescued her when she was in trouble, but he had to admit the give and take in their relationship was somewhat one-sided.
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Chloe checks one last time if it was truly okay for her to be here, before striping down to her bra and panties. Walking past Clark's closet, she looks at herself in the mirror. She's pleased with what she sees; happy that she was able to shed the weight she gained in Metropolis. Living on a diet of Cheese Danish and coffee for the better part of two months had wrecked her figure.
Satisfied, she takes a look around Clark's room somewhat amazed at the cleanliness.
I guess when you have super speed; cleaning your room doesn't seem so bad
Sliding under his covers she's assaulted by his scent as soon as her head hits the pillow. Mrs. Kent had changed the sheets for her, but neglected the pillow case.
Probably in a hurry to get into bed with Mr. Kent, if I had to guess.
When she was younger Jonathon Kent had reared his head in quite a few of her daydreams, but by freshman year that spot was reserved for his son. Sometimes Clark would just take her right in the middle of English class, with everyone watching. Other times they actually made it to her room. Wherever the location the end result was the same; a senses shattering orgasm brought about by the boy in red.
She frowned to herself as she realized she was unconsciously rubbing her thighs together.
Why do you torture yourself like this Sullivan?
She already knew the answer though; the only way Chloe could get off was to think about Clark. She'd tried fantasizing about other men. Brad Pitt, Will Smith, that guy who bumped into her at the Talon. They would start out as leading men, but the moment she started to feel really good, Clark would take their place and take her the rest of the way.
Knowing there was no way she'd be able to sleep tonight she undid the clasp of her bra, kicked of the covers and let her fingers do the walking…
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Clark couldn't sleep.
He kept going over all that Chloe had done for him and little he did in return. Clark never thought of himself as selfish; he always tried his best to help everyone he could, but he was never any good at being emotionally supportive. If you needed someone to tangle with a crazy meteor infected teenager; he was the guy to call.
Chloe for her part never asked him for that. Never called him when she was feeling down about life or just needed a friend. Although he was confident if she did make that call he would answer.
So because she never asked he just always assumed she was ok. But he didn't ask anyone for help tonight, she just showed up and gave it freely, knowing that he was in need she didn't wait for him to ask. What would he be doing if she hadn't come by tonight? The answers he came up with to that question made him appreciate Chloe even more.
She was the rock of the group, the one he could always depend on, the one he always did depend on. She didn't need Kryptonian blood to be strong, she just was… well she was just Chloe.
She was always so patient with him even when he did things that made absolutely no sense. And here she was again, shaking him out of his self-loathing when everyone else was just too busy with their own lives to care. What would he be without Chloe Sullivan in his life?
While it was true that he'd known Lana most of his life and there were moments when Lex really seemed to care about him; when push came to shove they always doubted him. Always wanted him to reveal everything about himself while keeping their own secrets. Chloe was never liked that, he knew everything about her. And what did he do? Just lied to her at every opportunity…
"Yes, Clark, don't stop…"
"Chloe?" Clark sat up straight on the couch, wondering if he'd really heard Chloe's or if he was imagining it. Focusing his super hearing he heard it again, just above the whisper and dripping with lust, Chloe calling his name.
Is she in danger? Clark wonders, deciding to risk using his x-ray vision in order to check on her. What he sees causes his face to turn a deep red; Chloe laying on his bed…. Masturbating?
He tells himself he should turn away but seeing Chloe's body writhing in pleasure is a sight to behold. He can tell she's trying to be quiet, biting her lip as she moans, but still his name escapes her lips again. This time more urgently.
For the first time Clark really looks at his best friend, taking note of her slim legs and perky breasts. He notices that she's rounder, more curvy than Lana as he watches her round butt, clench and lift off his bed. Every inch of her looks soft and touchable and he absently begins touching himself at the sight of her pleasure.
"Yesssss Clark, I'm so close I'm-" The orgasm hits her with a force he can tell surprises her. She clamps her mouth down on his pillow, of course he can still hear her muffled moans as she shakes uncontrollably. It takes a while but her breathing returns to normal and she pulls the covers back over her.
Of all that he has just witnessed nothing could prepare Clark for Chloe's last words as she falls closes her eyes:
"Damn you Clark Kent…"
