Chapter 14
The Kent's Farmhouse
Clark's Bedroom
Chloe blearily opened her eyes to be greeted with a cool darkness. She felt like hell. Abruptly she sat up as all the memories came rushing back to her. Placing her head between her legs and taking deep breaths she tried to control the sensation of her world spinning out of control. She blanked out her mind, trying to push the bloody flashbacks out of her brain and after a few minutes, it worked. Her brain felt nice and fuzzy. 'There, now that's better, time for a shower,' she ordered herself as she headed to the bathroom.
The Kitchen
"You heard me?"
"You cried out, like you were in pain. I came right away."
"I don't even remember saying anything…but I'm glad you came. Thank you for looking after her." Kara placed a comforting hand on his arm.
"You are my family Kal-El, I would do anything for you, or for her." She looked away from him and dropped her hand, embarrassed as to how to ask her next question.
"Clark, I want to ask your opinion, about Chloe." Kara turned her body away completely from him and carefully inspected the window ledge.
"Ok, what's your question?"
"I behaved badly with the whole Chloe and Jimmy situation. And I knew I hurt her but I never really realized how much until I started traveling and witnessed this thing called 'love' every where I went. And I saw how crazy it made some people and how unwilling others were to feel it or express it all to avoid the pain that love often causes. And I would compare them to Chloe, who never held back. She loved and accepted fiercely and bravely with no regard to her own fragile emotions. I don't know how she does it. But I was wondering, if you thought, she would or could somehow…forgive me."
"Of course she would forgive you. Actually, I had brought it up to her a little while ago that I thought maybe your self-imposed exile had something to do with her and Jimmy. And she laughed and she said, 'Clark, that's craziness. What happened doesn't make her a bad person, that's just what love will do to you. I could never blame someone for following their own heart. Besides, they fit each other, kind of perfectly.'" Clark smiled reassuringly at his cousin. Kara's face broke out into a huge grin, delighted that Chloe didn't hate her and approved of her and Jimmy. The sweet moment was broken when both superheroes cocked their heads to one side and their eyes took on a far away quality.
"I'll handle this one, you should be here for Chloe." Kara said as they stopped listening to the panicked screams of passengers on a run away train. She zipped out before Clark could half-heartedly protest; he wanted to check on Chloe first anyway. He bounded up the stairs at normal speed to give Chloe some time to get dressed only to find Chloe striding towards the staircase herself. Clark's throat immediately went dry as his brain short-circuited from what he was looking at. Chloe was in her Seraphina outfit except there was less of it, a lot less of it. Knee-high white boots hugged her legs perfectly, but instead of the pants she normally wore tucked into her boots, she had on a skirt, a very short, tight, white skirt. With a top that could best be described as a white band-aid barely restraining her breasts.
"Ummm…Ch-Chloe?"
"Hey Clark, I'm going out on patrol."
"In broad daylight? Dressed like…that?!"
"Why should we have to hide, slinking around in the dark like criminals? We're the do gooders Clarkie boy, and I for one am tired of the shadows." Clark could not think of a single logical reason as to why she shouldn't be dressed in her revealing outfit. She looked gorgeous, on anyone else it would have been over the top trampy; but somehow she just looked like a goddess, an extremely sexy goddess. Honestly he was having a hard time breathing and he questioned whether or not he was able to have a heart attack and if this is what it felt like. His whole body tingled with electric currents of pure lust as he fought to regain control of himself. Unconsciously he reached out a hand and grasped her shoulder, the contact made his whole body thrum with energy.
"What are you doing?" Chloe asked, one eyebrow arched in a half smiling half dangerous expression.
"I don't know. Just give me a minute." Clark wheezed out painfully, still struggling to not rip off her scraps of clothing and take her on the stairs.
"I'm leaving now Clark, if you don't let me go, I'll make you let me go." Slowly Clark released his hold on her and Chloe breezed by. Something was not right with her, she was acting kinda scary; but he knew better then to try to stop her. As Chloe walked out the door without so much as a goodbye, Clark picked up the phone and started dialing.
The Hotel Bar and Club
Send a heartbeat to
The void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass
For now we stand alone
The world is lost and blown
And we are flesh and blood disintegrate
With no more to hate
The club was dark and smoky. He didn't know why he was here. She had disappeared; he had all his people searching for her to no avail. Clark had told him she was ok, but then she went awol and he was going insane trying to figure out where she had gone.
Is it bright where you are
Have the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets flame
We can watch the world devoured in it's pain
Absently he watched the mass of bodies on the dance floor, writhing to the music in a mass orgy. One particular area was crawling with guys, some girl had their attention. As they briefly parted, he got a chance to see the girl that had them worked up. She had two delicate arms in the air, the right trailing down the left as her body moved in a hypnotizing beat to the music. She was completely lost in the rhythm, in the act of dancing and his desire flared to life. His body propelled him towards the figure, he was powerless to turn away. Next thing her knew he was next to her. Her back was to him, her red halter-top doing nothing to conceal the toned muscles along her back, soft and supple; he trailed one hand down her naked spine.
Delivered from the blast
The last of a line of lasts
The pale princess of a palace cracked
And now the kingdom comes
Crashing down undone
And I am a master of a nothing place
Of recoil and grace
Slowly she turned to him, he audibly gasped in surprise when he saw her face, she just smiled when she saw his. She reached her hands out to touch his face, drawing him closer with the barest brush of her fingertips. She swayed her body tantalizingly against him, brushing against every part of his body, waking up every part of him. He tangled his hand in her hair when she ground her hips against him. Why was she doing this? He didn't care; he was closer than she had let him be in a long time. He reveled in the sensation of her skin against his. Moaning softly as she continued dancing against him, he trailed his burning lips against her neck wanting to be closer. She lifted his head up from her neck and guided him to her mouth and suddenly he was home. His tongue slipped its way into her mouth, hot and moist, and relief and ecstasy flooded through him.
Is it bright where you are
Have the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets flame
We can watch the world devoured in it's pain
He was on fire, he needed more of her, he needed her all around him, he needed to be inside her. Her hands roamed over him, occasionally brushing against his manhood, teasing him, taunting him. She was guiding him somewhere, but he didn't know where, or care to pull away enough to find out. His back pressed against something hard flat and cool, probably a wall. They were in a dark area where no one else was around. She pressed her tongue against his, teasingly dueling with him. He kept drinking her in, afraid to stop, afraid to talk, in case she pulled away from him again.
Time has stopped before us
The sky cannot ignore us
No one can separate us
For we are all that is left
The echo bounces off me
The shadow lost beside me
There's no more need to pretend
Cause now I can begin again
Her hands swiftly undid his belt and painfully slowly unzipped his pants. She caressed him just once, so lightly he wasn't positive she had actually done it and then she tore his clothes down. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she lifted herself up and locked her legs around his hips. Her skirt rode up around her hips. My god, she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her damp heat was brushing him right at the head. He thought he might die from the sensation. She stopped kissing him and he gripped her, afraid she was going to leave. She just smiled a devilish smile and slowly slid him inside her. Yes, this is what he's wanted. He knew it would be like this, so perfect, they would fit perfect. And he was blissfully happy, until she started to move. Slowly she raised herself up and slid down over and over until he thought she was torturing him. He tore her halter down, allowing himself a minute to visually feast on her gorgeous breasts before fastening one tight bud to his mouth. He suckled gently causing her movement to speed up slightly. When a moan escaped her lips, he lost it. He sucked, licked and nipped her any place his mouth made contact. Violently he whipped around and slammed her back into the wall, trading their previous positions. He pulled himself all the way out of her and slowly pushed himself all the way in. It seriously felt like fireworks going off in his body, he had never felt so alive. He struggled to hang onto his last vestige of control, setting a steady tempo with his thrusts but he soon lost the battle and gave into his need. As he ground himself in her again and again, he could hear her moaning in encouragement. She was close, so close to coming, she whispered it in his ear, telling him to keep going, telling him to fill her. He didn't know if he could keep this up any longer, his body strained for release. Suddenly, her body tightened up around him, fingers clawed into his back as she released a strangled cry of fulfillment. His next thrust after that had him coming inside her, he felt all his energy release in or torrid wave, from his body to hers. She had his life, his body, he was hers.
Is it bright where you are
Have the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets flame
We can watch the world devoured in it's pain
He slid down to the floor, trying to regain his bearings. He clutched at her as she stood up and smoothed out her skirt.
"Don't, don't leave. Stay with me." He asked her.
"You finally got what you wanted Oliver." She bent down close to his ear, her breasts in his face and whispered, "Was it everything you dreamed it would be?" She stood up and walked deliberately away from him, leaving behind a shattered man.