For a second he was stunned. Unable to process what exactly was happening,
but then the blazing trail of heat moved from his chest to his lips and
they parted under hers of their own volition.
For Chloe, it was a dream come true and she wanted no part of going back to reality. She pressed against him and lightly caressed his lips with her tongue. He gave himself up to the kiss and his hands settled on her waist. Confident now that he wasn't going anywhere, she threaded her fingers through his hair and marveled at the feel. It was like thick strands of silk.
Desperate to be even closer, she pressed further against him. There wasn't room for air between them, but it wasn't close enough. She wanted more and judging by the low moan in his throat, he wasn't going to argue. She allowed her fingertips to caress their way down his neck and dance across his back. She felt his grip tighten around her waist as the kiss continued. If this was heaven, she was ready to die.
Clark felt like he was going to burst into flames. Chloe had taken him by surprise when she kissed him, but the bigger surprise was how much he was enjoying it. Everywhere her hands touched him felt like it was on fire and the flames were shooting straight into his groin.
A brief moment of clarity and he realized that Chloe was standing on her tiptoes to help accommodate their vast difference in height. Without breaking away from the kiss, he backed up to the couch. The strong hands wrapped around her waist guided her as he sat down and eased her into his lap.
Settling sideways across his legs, Chloe wrapped one arm around the small of his back and let her fingers aimlessly wander along the waistband of his jeans, allowing her other hand to continue it's play across his chest. Feelings and desires that had been carefully hidden away for years were finally being allowed to see the light of day. If she couldn't tell Clark how she felt about him, she could certainly show him.
And showing him was feeling every bit as good as she dreamed it would and more. While her hands continued to caress every inch of his exposed skin, his hands settled around her waist again, gently slipping under the edge of her sweater to rest on her bare skin. She sighed against his lips at the warm contact, before eagerly seeking out his tongue again.
Clark was on sensory overload. His mind and body were positively reeling from this turn of events. This was CHLOE! He was kissing CHLOE! And with a passion he'd never known before with anyone, least of all Chloe. Why? Where had this come from and God, why did it feel so good? She was his best friend, shouldn't this feel wrong? His ever-growing arousal argued that nothing about the current situation felt wrong. His jeans were getting uncomfortably tight and he shifted his hips restlessly in an attempt to ease the pressure.
Since Clark had sat down, Chloe had been leaning in to kiss him, but the restless shifting had brought her close against him again and she could feel the hardness hiding behind his button-fly jeans. The realization that she had aroused him like that sent a thrill racing through her body. It was a rush like no other to know she could do that to him. Not Lana, her. Clark was hard and it was because of her. Aching for still closer contact, she captured his lower lip between hers and gently sucked at it while carefully backing off his lap. She settled back into his lap and wrapped her legs around his waist. Every nerve immediately registered the more intimate contact of this new position. Clark sucked in a harsh breath as every cell in his body noted it, as well. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take and prayed that he wasn't going to embarrass himself.
Chloe gently rocked her hips forward and Clark was helpless to choke back the primal moan that followed. Her hands were still roaming freely about his upper body and his own hands were getting restless. Cautiously at first, he slid them up her back. Noting along the way, how soft and warm her skin was. Through their hungry kiss, a tiny moan of approval escaped her lips and the caress grew more steady and certain. Shivers of delight shot up and down her spine as his hands roamed. Then it was his turn to shiver when he felt her fingers linger over his nipple. She noted his reaction and continued to play with the sensitive skin. His hands grew bolder and slid around to the smooth plane of her stomach. His fingers moved upward with a delicious slowness until they were running along the bottom edge of her bra. The sound she made could only be described as a purr and before he even realized what he was doing, he was cupping her breast through the silky material.
The realization that 'Chloe's bra felt silky' triggered a flash of rational thought in Clark's mind. Needing oxygen as much as an explanation for why he was shirtless in the barn feeling up his best friend, he broke away from their kiss. Eyes closed, breathing hard, he rested his forehead against hers and waited for his racing heart to slow down. Terrified he was going to tell her this was a mistake, Chloe went to recapture his lips, but he backed away and tried to get her to look at him.
"Chloe," he whispered.
She buried her face against his neck and didn't answer, afraid that he wanted stop, but she was not willing to give up the moment, yet.
"Chloe... come on, Chloe," he coaxed, trying to get her to look at him. "Not that I'm not enjoying this, but what are we doing?"
Freeing his hands from her shirt, he gently held her face. Still, she refused to meet his eyes.
"Come on, Chlo. I'm serious. What's going on?"
"Kissing?" she offered weakly, eyes still down though he was holding her chin level.
He chuckled softly. "Yeah, I got that part, but why are we kissing?"
Still trying to avoid rejection, she forced a laugh. "Because we are hormonally overloaded teenagers?"
Clark gave her a look that was both stern and teasing at the same time. Chloe sighed. Time to tell him the truth, now or never.
"Because I'm in love with you and got tired of waiting for you to notice." The words came out as barely a whisper as she finally dared to meet his eyes. Very stunned eyes. Was he really that oblivious? She was suddenly terrified of what he might say next.
A long silence followed as Clark just stared at her, not even blinking. His mind was reeling, trying to process everything that had just happened. Chloe had just kissed him like he had never been kissed before and told him that she loved him. She said she had been waiting for him to notice. How long had he missed this? And why wasn't he more upset? Obviously, kissing was much more pleasant when your partner wasn't trying to kill you, but before this moment, Clark would have sworn that kissing Chloe would have felt weird, like kissing your sister. And so far, that was so not the case. He had the erection to prove that, in fact, it felt pretty awesome.
For Chloe, Clark's silence had allowed panic to set in and she was just about worked into a full-fledged frenzy. Convinced she had made a terrible mistake and ruined everything, she wanted to run. She wanted to run. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to be far away, like right now!
She tried to climb out of his lap before the tears fell, but his arms tightened around her. She struggled to get out of them. Crying in front of Clark was the last thing she wanted to do right now. Crawl into a hole and die was the first thing.
The arms tightened again and she realized that Clark was still holding her. If he didn't want her in his lap, he would have let her go already. Right? Maybe there was hope after all?
She dared to meet his eyes and when she did, he leaned forward and kissed her again. It was a soft, gentle press of his lips against hers. Tentative, almost unsure, as if waiting for some sign that this was still a welcomed thing to do.
For one surprised moment, she wasn't sure what to do. She had managed to convince herself that he was going to reject her and declare his love for Lana. But so far, that was not what was happening. She had told him that she loved him and he was still there. And they were still kissing.
Or would be as soon as she returned the kiss.
"Clark, are you sure?" she was almost afraid to ask, but now that her feelings were out there, she needed to hear how he felt.
"I think so. I'm still kinda shocked here, but yeah." He smiled one of those patented, Clark Kent iceberg-melting, mega-watt smiles. "How long, Chloe?" he added softly.
She could feel the blush creep into her cheeks. Sitting on his lap making out hadn't made her blush, but admitting to how long she had felt this way had the blood rushing to her cheeks. Life was not fair. "Um... eighth grade?"
"But that's when we met." He looked mildly confused.
"Ever hear of 'love at first sight,' Clark?" She was blushing harder now.
"So it was you that was thinking about it all day and not me!" he teased, remembering their first kiss.
Clark's jaw dropped with the realization of all that happened between them since that day. "You've had feelings for me since the day we met and you never thought to mention it before now?" he asked incredulously.
"Well, you were a little busy falling at Lana's feet. I didn't think I could compete with a raven haired, head cheerleader."
Now it was Clark's turn to be embarrassed as he recalled exactly how many times since eighth grade he had openly discussed his feelings for Lana with Chloe. Never realizing that she had the same feelings for him and was hurting her in the process. Suddenly, her recent impatience with him made a lot more sense.
"Oh my god, Chlo... " He dropped his head on her shoulder, not sure what exactly to say or do anymore. He knew exactly how it felt to care about someone who only had feelings for someone else. It hurt. And yet, Chloe had never once told him to shut up and was always there for him.
And she was. Chloe was always there for him. He could always talk to her, about anything except The Big Thing that he didn't talk to anyone but his parents about, they had fun together and she could always make him laugh. Chloe was a much bigger part of his life than Lana and trying to imagine the last few years without her was a decidedly unpleasant thought.
"It's okay, Clark." He looked up. She was trying to reassure him even now. Even when she was so nervous, she was biting her lower lip.
It hit him that he wanted to be the one biting that lip.
"Does that mean I can kiss you?" He was pretty sure the answer would be yes and was having a hard time trying to contain his smile.
But for all the wattage a Clark Kent smile had, the one that appeared on Chloe's face when he said that was about ten times brighter.
"What are you waiting for, Farmboy?" She teased before attacking his lips again. Her happiness was infectious and he could actually feel the warm glow that settled around them. He pulled her as close as possible and devoured her mouth.
Certain that she had died and gone to heaven; Chloe meant to make the most of this moment. One arm wrapped around Clark's neck while her other hand returned to his chest. She had liked the response she got from playing with his nipples and wanted to hear more of those wonderful moans coming from Clark. Clark felt the fire building in his veins again as Chloe's fingers found their target.
His big, strong hands slipped under the hem of her sweater again, encircling her waist. His thumbs made gentle sweeps back and forth across the smooth skin. It made her feel small and feminine and she shivered with delight. If his hands felt that good around her waist imagine how good they were going to feel elsewhere? The very thought made her shiver again and she rocked her hips against him. Clark groaned, but got the hint. His hands swept up and she arched into his touch.
Clark's fingers continued to dance against the small of her back sending more delightful shivers along the length of her spine. Feeling her smile against his lips he allowed his hand to playfully shuffle along the side of her ribs and across the flatness of her stomach. He paused briefly to watch her eyes. Seeing no red lights he allowed his hand to creep further up under her sweater resting against the now familiar silkiness of her bra.
As his hand caressed the soft material, he pulled her closer to him with the hand still on her back. His lips left hers only briefly and he was relived to breathe in the cool air of the barn. He rubbed his cheek against hers and relished in the scent of her freshly washed hair, now mixed slightly with the scent of her own excitement. He ran his tongue around the lobe of her ear and down further still along her neck. He felt her shudder against him, heightening his senses. Clark gently nipped at her neck as Chloe's head gracefully fell backward both exposing and inviting him to her neck. He could hear the smallest of sounds emanating from the back of her throat.
As Clark worked his way down her neck he was met with the fuzzy threads of her sweater. One hand positioned on her back, holding her close to him and the other was poised on her satin covered breast. He was unwilling to give up either sensation to aid him in his search for more skin. He moved his head in awkward circles while clenching the neckline to her sweater between his teeth. Two more attempts before he gave up trying to move the sweater and looked up at her.
"We seem to have a clothing inequity issue here." He sent a pointed glare to her sweater and then his bare chest. As if she were the one with super speed, she pulled off the offending garment and tossed it behind her.
"Much better." Clark smiled at her taking his time to meet her eyes before lowering them to focus on the material he had felt but not yet seen.
He nuzzled back into the crook of her neck and continued to kiss her, this time with out the threat of fuzzy barriers. He continued past her throat and followed the path offered by her collarbone. Feeling more than aroused, and a lot like a kid let loose in a candy store, he playfully caught her bra strap between his teeth and pulled up slightly. Chloe made no move to stop him. He let it go, allowing it to quietly snap back into place. Her breath hitched and encouraged him to explore further. Again he caught the smooth strap in his teeth. This time, he gently guided it down over her right shoulder. He planted long, wet kisses over her shoulder as he worked his way back up, allowing his tongue to make gentle circles on her skin.
Clark was elated. He had to concentrate on slowing his breathing, fearful that he could hyperventilate and pass out or come in his pants and put an early end to the fun. Putting both arms around her, he pulled her toward him once again, embracing her tightly. His warm breathed tickled her ear and he felt her stir on top of him. Arousal followed by elation lead to new confidence. Clark opened his hands against her back and methodically slid them upward toward the clasp of her bra. He tugged gently. Puckering the fabric to give himself slack, he tugged again. He brushed his cheek against hers and playfully nipped at her neck all the while straining to get a look over her shoulder at the device that was holding her breasts at bay.
"Clark... " she sighed. The sound of her voice almost pleading, served to frustrate him further. He knew he possessed the power to just tear the garment off, but this was not the time for the whole "Chloe, I'm an alien" thing, so he used what self control he still had and continued to struggle with the clasp of her bra. For a second, he considered the necessity of his actions. After all, he did have x-ray vision... but he wanted to see them... normally.
Finally, Chloe sat back. She shot him a seductive look as her hips tilted against him, sending another pulse of electricity directly to his groin. Clark smiled and rested back. Fully prepared to enjoy the show. She reached around with both hands and skillfully unhooked the bra. It fell off her shoulders and into her lap. The exposure made her unexpectedly nervous and she felt her previous confidence and aggressiveness begin to wane. It felt as though he could see right through her and she crossed her arms in front of her to shield herself from his stare.
Now Clark had seen breasts before. He was, after all, a typical, teenage male. He had seen the magazines that some of the guys housed in their lockers after football practice. He had grunted and drooled with the best of them over the scantily clad women spread out on glossy pages. The guys used words like hooters, jugs and tits, but he was sure his mother would kill him for even thinking of referring to a woman's body that way, so he considered them to be "show breasts". Very nice, if somewhat artificial, and definitely for show purposes; to see and be seen.
Jonathan Kent didn't allow the perversities of cable TV to litter his farm and Martha Kent was addicted to the "educational" channels. So Clark had been exposed to the Discovery Channel, the Learning Channel and National Geographic on a regular basis. He'd seen mothers nursing babies in the cotton fields, those new baby reality shows, and the like. Those, he thought, were "working breasts".
But these... these were Chloe's breasts and they were in a category all their own.
Chloe could feel his stare and see the look of utter amazement on his face. Suddenly, she felt naked. Chloe looked down, unable to meet his eyes. She tightened her grip on her elbows accidentally increasing her ample cleavage. Clark sensed her nervousness and reached up to caress her shoulders, slowly feeling his way down the length of her arms. He paused. His hands pushed gently against her elbows before leaning in to lightly brush his lips against hers.
"You... are... so... beautiful," he whispered.
Chloe felt her face flush. Clark moved his hands across her forearms and settled each of his hands over one of hers. He hesitated. They had come so much further than he would have ever believed. And, he wanted to continue. He rubbed her hands until she laced her fingers with his. He brought his forehead to hers and gently nudged her face up.
"Chloe?" He said. Her eyes opened into his gaze.
"We can stop... if you want to," he said. And she believed him. Clark Kent was nothing if not a gentleman. She knew if she said she wanted to stop, they would stop right here and now. The corners of her mouth turned upward just a bit... and then a little more. He smiled at her. She kissed him running her tongue over his lips. His smile widened.
Gently, increasing the pressure on her hands, he felt Chloe's vice like grip diminish and her arms parted. Fingers still entwined, he pushed her arms behind her as he enveloped them into his embrace. He delighted in the feel of her soft flesh against his chest. He devoured her mouth as if it were nourishment. He needed to kiss her. All over. Licking down the soft curves of her neck he proceeded down. Down until his tongue was resting in the hollow between her breasts. Clark took in a breath and slowly let it out, remembering once again how much he didn't want to faint right now. Releasing her hands he brought his right hand around and gently cupped her breast. He squeezed gently and heard Chloe sigh. He squeezed again and let his fingers surround the soft, but firm flesh. He ran his thumb across her nipple, accidentally at first, but when he saw the reaction it produced, he continued as if it had been his plan all along.
Chloe threaded her fingers through Clark's hair and gently stroked the strands. With each movement of his hand on her breast her fingers tightened. This was a good indicator, he thought, enjoying her reaction. She surprised him again though, when the fingers in his hair began guiding his mouth directly to her breast.
"Oh my God!" the voice inside Clark's head screamed. "Oh my God!"
He had no prior experience with beautiful girls sticking their breasts in his mouth and Clark silently thanked God for instinct. He sucked, lightly at first, and slowly ran his tongue around her nipple. She shuddered and moaned with pleasure.
"Wow... " he thought to himself. With each delightful circle of his tongue Chloe arched her back more and wriggled against him a little harder. Clark felt himself straining in his jeans. The bulge in his groin was growing painful against the tightening denim and he could feel the wet spot in his boxers getting bigger by the second.
"Chloe...?" he said starting to panic just a little.
"Clark..." she panted and inadvertently rocked harder against his pelvis.
"No. Chloe... wait..." Clark tried to shift his weight to ease the mounting pressure.
"Chloe..." he repeated, holding his breath, believing that would help, but she cut him off with a kiss. Clark felt himself building faster. Fainting now seemed like a better choice, certainly less embarrassing than what he knew was about to happen
"Chloe... wait." He held her hips firmly to keep her still. "You have to stop doing that or I'm going to lose it."
"But I want you to lose it. I want to make you lose it. I want see you lose it," she said in a low and sexy voice. A voice that Clark was completely unfamiliar with and sent more flames to his groin.
"Oh! Wow." He blinked rapidly as her words registered in his brain. "Yeah, but I don't want to lose it in my jeans and I don't think... "
"Clark," she put her fingers under his chin and stared into his eyes, "don't think."
For Chloe, it was a dream come true and she wanted no part of going back to reality. She pressed against him and lightly caressed his lips with her tongue. He gave himself up to the kiss and his hands settled on her waist. Confident now that he wasn't going anywhere, she threaded her fingers through his hair and marveled at the feel. It was like thick strands of silk.
Desperate to be even closer, she pressed further against him. There wasn't room for air between them, but it wasn't close enough. She wanted more and judging by the low moan in his throat, he wasn't going to argue. She allowed her fingertips to caress their way down his neck and dance across his back. She felt his grip tighten around her waist as the kiss continued. If this was heaven, she was ready to die.
Clark felt like he was going to burst into flames. Chloe had taken him by surprise when she kissed him, but the bigger surprise was how much he was enjoying it. Everywhere her hands touched him felt like it was on fire and the flames were shooting straight into his groin.
A brief moment of clarity and he realized that Chloe was standing on her tiptoes to help accommodate their vast difference in height. Without breaking away from the kiss, he backed up to the couch. The strong hands wrapped around her waist guided her as he sat down and eased her into his lap.
Settling sideways across his legs, Chloe wrapped one arm around the small of his back and let her fingers aimlessly wander along the waistband of his jeans, allowing her other hand to continue it's play across his chest. Feelings and desires that had been carefully hidden away for years were finally being allowed to see the light of day. If she couldn't tell Clark how she felt about him, she could certainly show him.
And showing him was feeling every bit as good as she dreamed it would and more. While her hands continued to caress every inch of his exposed skin, his hands settled around her waist again, gently slipping under the edge of her sweater to rest on her bare skin. She sighed against his lips at the warm contact, before eagerly seeking out his tongue again.
Clark was on sensory overload. His mind and body were positively reeling from this turn of events. This was CHLOE! He was kissing CHLOE! And with a passion he'd never known before with anyone, least of all Chloe. Why? Where had this come from and God, why did it feel so good? She was his best friend, shouldn't this feel wrong? His ever-growing arousal argued that nothing about the current situation felt wrong. His jeans were getting uncomfortably tight and he shifted his hips restlessly in an attempt to ease the pressure.
Since Clark had sat down, Chloe had been leaning in to kiss him, but the restless shifting had brought her close against him again and she could feel the hardness hiding behind his button-fly jeans. The realization that she had aroused him like that sent a thrill racing through her body. It was a rush like no other to know she could do that to him. Not Lana, her. Clark was hard and it was because of her. Aching for still closer contact, she captured his lower lip between hers and gently sucked at it while carefully backing off his lap. She settled back into his lap and wrapped her legs around his waist. Every nerve immediately registered the more intimate contact of this new position. Clark sucked in a harsh breath as every cell in his body noted it, as well. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take and prayed that he wasn't going to embarrass himself.
Chloe gently rocked her hips forward and Clark was helpless to choke back the primal moan that followed. Her hands were still roaming freely about his upper body and his own hands were getting restless. Cautiously at first, he slid them up her back. Noting along the way, how soft and warm her skin was. Through their hungry kiss, a tiny moan of approval escaped her lips and the caress grew more steady and certain. Shivers of delight shot up and down her spine as his hands roamed. Then it was his turn to shiver when he felt her fingers linger over his nipple. She noted his reaction and continued to play with the sensitive skin. His hands grew bolder and slid around to the smooth plane of her stomach. His fingers moved upward with a delicious slowness until they were running along the bottom edge of her bra. The sound she made could only be described as a purr and before he even realized what he was doing, he was cupping her breast through the silky material.
The realization that 'Chloe's bra felt silky' triggered a flash of rational thought in Clark's mind. Needing oxygen as much as an explanation for why he was shirtless in the barn feeling up his best friend, he broke away from their kiss. Eyes closed, breathing hard, he rested his forehead against hers and waited for his racing heart to slow down. Terrified he was going to tell her this was a mistake, Chloe went to recapture his lips, but he backed away and tried to get her to look at him.
"Chloe," he whispered.
She buried her face against his neck and didn't answer, afraid that he wanted stop, but she was not willing to give up the moment, yet.
"Chloe... come on, Chloe," he coaxed, trying to get her to look at him. "Not that I'm not enjoying this, but what are we doing?"
Freeing his hands from her shirt, he gently held her face. Still, she refused to meet his eyes.
"Come on, Chlo. I'm serious. What's going on?"
"Kissing?" she offered weakly, eyes still down though he was holding her chin level.
He chuckled softly. "Yeah, I got that part, but why are we kissing?"
Still trying to avoid rejection, she forced a laugh. "Because we are hormonally overloaded teenagers?"
Clark gave her a look that was both stern and teasing at the same time. Chloe sighed. Time to tell him the truth, now or never.
"Because I'm in love with you and got tired of waiting for you to notice." The words came out as barely a whisper as she finally dared to meet his eyes. Very stunned eyes. Was he really that oblivious? She was suddenly terrified of what he might say next.
A long silence followed as Clark just stared at her, not even blinking. His mind was reeling, trying to process everything that had just happened. Chloe had just kissed him like he had never been kissed before and told him that she loved him. She said she had been waiting for him to notice. How long had he missed this? And why wasn't he more upset? Obviously, kissing was much more pleasant when your partner wasn't trying to kill you, but before this moment, Clark would have sworn that kissing Chloe would have felt weird, like kissing your sister. And so far, that was so not the case. He had the erection to prove that, in fact, it felt pretty awesome.
For Chloe, Clark's silence had allowed panic to set in and she was just about worked into a full-fledged frenzy. Convinced she had made a terrible mistake and ruined everything, she wanted to run. She wanted to run. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to be far away, like right now!
She tried to climb out of his lap before the tears fell, but his arms tightened around her. She struggled to get out of them. Crying in front of Clark was the last thing she wanted to do right now. Crawl into a hole and die was the first thing.
The arms tightened again and she realized that Clark was still holding her. If he didn't want her in his lap, he would have let her go already. Right? Maybe there was hope after all?
She dared to meet his eyes and when she did, he leaned forward and kissed her again. It was a soft, gentle press of his lips against hers. Tentative, almost unsure, as if waiting for some sign that this was still a welcomed thing to do.
For one surprised moment, she wasn't sure what to do. She had managed to convince herself that he was going to reject her and declare his love for Lana. But so far, that was not what was happening. She had told him that she loved him and he was still there. And they were still kissing.
Or would be as soon as she returned the kiss.
"Clark, are you sure?" she was almost afraid to ask, but now that her feelings were out there, she needed to hear how he felt.
"I think so. I'm still kinda shocked here, but yeah." He smiled one of those patented, Clark Kent iceberg-melting, mega-watt smiles. "How long, Chloe?" he added softly.
She could feel the blush creep into her cheeks. Sitting on his lap making out hadn't made her blush, but admitting to how long she had felt this way had the blood rushing to her cheeks. Life was not fair. "Um... eighth grade?"
"But that's when we met." He looked mildly confused.
"Ever hear of 'love at first sight,' Clark?" She was blushing harder now.
"So it was you that was thinking about it all day and not me!" he teased, remembering their first kiss.
Clark's jaw dropped with the realization of all that happened between them since that day. "You've had feelings for me since the day we met and you never thought to mention it before now?" he asked incredulously.
"Well, you were a little busy falling at Lana's feet. I didn't think I could compete with a raven haired, head cheerleader."
Now it was Clark's turn to be embarrassed as he recalled exactly how many times since eighth grade he had openly discussed his feelings for Lana with Chloe. Never realizing that she had the same feelings for him and was hurting her in the process. Suddenly, her recent impatience with him made a lot more sense.
"Oh my god, Chlo... " He dropped his head on her shoulder, not sure what exactly to say or do anymore. He knew exactly how it felt to care about someone who only had feelings for someone else. It hurt. And yet, Chloe had never once told him to shut up and was always there for him.
And she was. Chloe was always there for him. He could always talk to her, about anything except The Big Thing that he didn't talk to anyone but his parents about, they had fun together and she could always make him laugh. Chloe was a much bigger part of his life than Lana and trying to imagine the last few years without her was a decidedly unpleasant thought.
"It's okay, Clark." He looked up. She was trying to reassure him even now. Even when she was so nervous, she was biting her lower lip.
It hit him that he wanted to be the one biting that lip.
"Does that mean I can kiss you?" He was pretty sure the answer would be yes and was having a hard time trying to contain his smile.
But for all the wattage a Clark Kent smile had, the one that appeared on Chloe's face when he said that was about ten times brighter.
"What are you waiting for, Farmboy?" She teased before attacking his lips again. Her happiness was infectious and he could actually feel the warm glow that settled around them. He pulled her as close as possible and devoured her mouth.
Certain that she had died and gone to heaven; Chloe meant to make the most of this moment. One arm wrapped around Clark's neck while her other hand returned to his chest. She had liked the response she got from playing with his nipples and wanted to hear more of those wonderful moans coming from Clark. Clark felt the fire building in his veins again as Chloe's fingers found their target.
His big, strong hands slipped under the hem of her sweater again, encircling her waist. His thumbs made gentle sweeps back and forth across the smooth skin. It made her feel small and feminine and she shivered with delight. If his hands felt that good around her waist imagine how good they were going to feel elsewhere? The very thought made her shiver again and she rocked her hips against him. Clark groaned, but got the hint. His hands swept up and she arched into his touch.
Clark's fingers continued to dance against the small of her back sending more delightful shivers along the length of her spine. Feeling her smile against his lips he allowed his hand to playfully shuffle along the side of her ribs and across the flatness of her stomach. He paused briefly to watch her eyes. Seeing no red lights he allowed his hand to creep further up under her sweater resting against the now familiar silkiness of her bra.
As his hand caressed the soft material, he pulled her closer to him with the hand still on her back. His lips left hers only briefly and he was relived to breathe in the cool air of the barn. He rubbed his cheek against hers and relished in the scent of her freshly washed hair, now mixed slightly with the scent of her own excitement. He ran his tongue around the lobe of her ear and down further still along her neck. He felt her shudder against him, heightening his senses. Clark gently nipped at her neck as Chloe's head gracefully fell backward both exposing and inviting him to her neck. He could hear the smallest of sounds emanating from the back of her throat.
As Clark worked his way down her neck he was met with the fuzzy threads of her sweater. One hand positioned on her back, holding her close to him and the other was poised on her satin covered breast. He was unwilling to give up either sensation to aid him in his search for more skin. He moved his head in awkward circles while clenching the neckline to her sweater between his teeth. Two more attempts before he gave up trying to move the sweater and looked up at her.
"We seem to have a clothing inequity issue here." He sent a pointed glare to her sweater and then his bare chest. As if she were the one with super speed, she pulled off the offending garment and tossed it behind her.
"Much better." Clark smiled at her taking his time to meet her eyes before lowering them to focus on the material he had felt but not yet seen.
He nuzzled back into the crook of her neck and continued to kiss her, this time with out the threat of fuzzy barriers. He continued past her throat and followed the path offered by her collarbone. Feeling more than aroused, and a lot like a kid let loose in a candy store, he playfully caught her bra strap between his teeth and pulled up slightly. Chloe made no move to stop him. He let it go, allowing it to quietly snap back into place. Her breath hitched and encouraged him to explore further. Again he caught the smooth strap in his teeth. This time, he gently guided it down over her right shoulder. He planted long, wet kisses over her shoulder as he worked his way back up, allowing his tongue to make gentle circles on her skin.
Clark was elated. He had to concentrate on slowing his breathing, fearful that he could hyperventilate and pass out or come in his pants and put an early end to the fun. Putting both arms around her, he pulled her toward him once again, embracing her tightly. His warm breathed tickled her ear and he felt her stir on top of him. Arousal followed by elation lead to new confidence. Clark opened his hands against her back and methodically slid them upward toward the clasp of her bra. He tugged gently. Puckering the fabric to give himself slack, he tugged again. He brushed his cheek against hers and playfully nipped at her neck all the while straining to get a look over her shoulder at the device that was holding her breasts at bay.
"Clark... " she sighed. The sound of her voice almost pleading, served to frustrate him further. He knew he possessed the power to just tear the garment off, but this was not the time for the whole "Chloe, I'm an alien" thing, so he used what self control he still had and continued to struggle with the clasp of her bra. For a second, he considered the necessity of his actions. After all, he did have x-ray vision... but he wanted to see them... normally.
Finally, Chloe sat back. She shot him a seductive look as her hips tilted against him, sending another pulse of electricity directly to his groin. Clark smiled and rested back. Fully prepared to enjoy the show. She reached around with both hands and skillfully unhooked the bra. It fell off her shoulders and into her lap. The exposure made her unexpectedly nervous and she felt her previous confidence and aggressiveness begin to wane. It felt as though he could see right through her and she crossed her arms in front of her to shield herself from his stare.
Now Clark had seen breasts before. He was, after all, a typical, teenage male. He had seen the magazines that some of the guys housed in their lockers after football practice. He had grunted and drooled with the best of them over the scantily clad women spread out on glossy pages. The guys used words like hooters, jugs and tits, but he was sure his mother would kill him for even thinking of referring to a woman's body that way, so he considered them to be "show breasts". Very nice, if somewhat artificial, and definitely for show purposes; to see and be seen.
Jonathan Kent didn't allow the perversities of cable TV to litter his farm and Martha Kent was addicted to the "educational" channels. So Clark had been exposed to the Discovery Channel, the Learning Channel and National Geographic on a regular basis. He'd seen mothers nursing babies in the cotton fields, those new baby reality shows, and the like. Those, he thought, were "working breasts".
But these... these were Chloe's breasts and they were in a category all their own.
Chloe could feel his stare and see the look of utter amazement on his face. Suddenly, she felt naked. Chloe looked down, unable to meet his eyes. She tightened her grip on her elbows accidentally increasing her ample cleavage. Clark sensed her nervousness and reached up to caress her shoulders, slowly feeling his way down the length of her arms. He paused. His hands pushed gently against her elbows before leaning in to lightly brush his lips against hers.
"You... are... so... beautiful," he whispered.
Chloe felt her face flush. Clark moved his hands across her forearms and settled each of his hands over one of hers. He hesitated. They had come so much further than he would have ever believed. And, he wanted to continue. He rubbed her hands until she laced her fingers with his. He brought his forehead to hers and gently nudged her face up.
"Chloe?" He said. Her eyes opened into his gaze.
"We can stop... if you want to," he said. And she believed him. Clark Kent was nothing if not a gentleman. She knew if she said she wanted to stop, they would stop right here and now. The corners of her mouth turned upward just a bit... and then a little more. He smiled at her. She kissed him running her tongue over his lips. His smile widened.
Gently, increasing the pressure on her hands, he felt Chloe's vice like grip diminish and her arms parted. Fingers still entwined, he pushed her arms behind her as he enveloped them into his embrace. He delighted in the feel of her soft flesh against his chest. He devoured her mouth as if it were nourishment. He needed to kiss her. All over. Licking down the soft curves of her neck he proceeded down. Down until his tongue was resting in the hollow between her breasts. Clark took in a breath and slowly let it out, remembering once again how much he didn't want to faint right now. Releasing her hands he brought his right hand around and gently cupped her breast. He squeezed gently and heard Chloe sigh. He squeezed again and let his fingers surround the soft, but firm flesh. He ran his thumb across her nipple, accidentally at first, but when he saw the reaction it produced, he continued as if it had been his plan all along.
Chloe threaded her fingers through Clark's hair and gently stroked the strands. With each movement of his hand on her breast her fingers tightened. This was a good indicator, he thought, enjoying her reaction. She surprised him again though, when the fingers in his hair began guiding his mouth directly to her breast.
"Oh my God!" the voice inside Clark's head screamed. "Oh my God!"
He had no prior experience with beautiful girls sticking their breasts in his mouth and Clark silently thanked God for instinct. He sucked, lightly at first, and slowly ran his tongue around her nipple. She shuddered and moaned with pleasure.
"Wow... " he thought to himself. With each delightful circle of his tongue Chloe arched her back more and wriggled against him a little harder. Clark felt himself straining in his jeans. The bulge in his groin was growing painful against the tightening denim and he could feel the wet spot in his boxers getting bigger by the second.
"Chloe...?" he said starting to panic just a little.
"Clark..." she panted and inadvertently rocked harder against his pelvis.
"No. Chloe... wait..." Clark tried to shift his weight to ease the mounting pressure.
"Chloe..." he repeated, holding his breath, believing that would help, but she cut him off with a kiss. Clark felt himself building faster. Fainting now seemed like a better choice, certainly less embarrassing than what he knew was about to happen
"Chloe... wait." He held her hips firmly to keep her still. "You have to stop doing that or I'm going to lose it."
"But I want you to lose it. I want to make you lose it. I want see you lose it," she said in a low and sexy voice. A voice that Clark was completely unfamiliar with and sent more flames to his groin.
"Oh! Wow." He blinked rapidly as her words registered in his brain. "Yeah, but I don't want to lose it in my jeans and I don't think... "
"Clark," she put her fingers under his chin and stared into his eyes, "don't think."