Chapter Two
"Please don't."
Chloe's words seemed foreign and the fingers tracing her hipbone stopped. She wanted to grab them from the air and swallow them, because the torture of those still fingers was almost too much. A tear was burning in her eye; this was too right to be wrong.
"Chloe don't you like me anymore?"
"Stop acting as if this is just a child's game."
"But it is a game and that's why it's so fun." A kiss on her back.
"It's only fun for you; I told you I don't want this." "If you didn't want this you would have locked your door." A tongue sliding along her spine.
"You have a key."
"Then you should have changed the lock." Fingers flitting over her buttocks, and this was too much to bear. "Chloe why don't you just give in?"
"I can't."
"Why not?" Was there concern in that voice or was it just her imagination?
"You know why."
"Could I have a refresher course?" A smile against her thigh and the rustle of clothes being removed.
"Don't patronize me."
"I'm not; I really don't understand why this is wrong." Naked skin pressed against her back.
"Does your marriage ring a bell?"
"So what? Marriages like mine encourage infidelity." Arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her into a flat stomach.
"That's not what you would have said in the beginning."
"But this is now, things changed, people changed," a kiss on her temple, "I changed."
"Yeah we both did."
"Any other reasons?" The humor was back and with it frisky fingers that played with her hair.
"Clark."
"What about Clark? Clark is the past, nothing more than a memory I try to bury along with Smallville." Still grasping that humor and lips slipping down her stomach.
"You have an answer for everything don't you?"
"I try. But you still haven't given me an answer." That tongue flicking at her inner thigh was distracting her, and why was this so wrong?
"I'm trying to-" The tongue had moved higher and inward, anymore and serious thoughts would have to wait until she didn't have a very talented mouth between her thighs.
"Please don't."
Chloe's words seemed foreign and the fingers tracing her hipbone stopped. She wanted to grab them from the air and swallow them, because the torture of those still fingers was almost too much. A tear was burning in her eye; this was too right to be wrong.
"Chloe don't you like me anymore?"
"Stop acting as if this is just a child's game."
"But it is a game and that's why it's so fun." A kiss on her back.
"It's only fun for you; I told you I don't want this." "If you didn't want this you would have locked your door." A tongue sliding along her spine.
"You have a key."
"Then you should have changed the lock." Fingers flitting over her buttocks, and this was too much to bear. "Chloe why don't you just give in?"
"I can't."
"Why not?" Was there concern in that voice or was it just her imagination?
"You know why."
"Could I have a refresher course?" A smile against her thigh and the rustle of clothes being removed.
"Don't patronize me."
"I'm not; I really don't understand why this is wrong." Naked skin pressed against her back.
"Does your marriage ring a bell?"
"So what? Marriages like mine encourage infidelity." Arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her into a flat stomach.
"That's not what you would have said in the beginning."
"But this is now, things changed, people changed," a kiss on her temple, "I changed."
"Yeah we both did."
"Any other reasons?" The humor was back and with it frisky fingers that played with her hair.
"Clark."
"What about Clark? Clark is the past, nothing more than a memory I try to bury along with Smallville." Still grasping that humor and lips slipping down her stomach.
"You have an answer for everything don't you?"
"I try. But you still haven't given me an answer." That tongue flicking at her inner thigh was distracting her, and why was this so wrong?
"I'm trying to-" The tongue had moved higher and inward, anymore and serious thoughts would have to wait until she didn't have a very talented mouth between her thighs.
