A sturdy breeze blows through the window, slapping the rugged wood shudders against the house. Only a sliver of the summer heat clings to the wind, carrying the lingering hours of indian summer through to this autumn night. The earth is warmed with muted hues of fallen leaves, whose delicacy is quickly crushed by the two pairs of boots that pause in the midst of them.
The cinnamon sting teases her as her tongue revisits the sips of cider they shared earlier, but this time she gently samples it from his lips. Even though Mrs. Kent's apple cider holds the blue ribbon for the best in the county, the first sips warmed by the kettle are a pale comparison to the euphoria of the tiny remnants she's savoring now. Did she just take a shot of whisky? She literally feels the heat in her toes quickly rising to envelop her entire body.
Hanging on to his broad shoulders, she sighs into him, gaining renewed strength by the breath he gives back to her. The worn rugged snugness of his flannel shirt line dried in the gentle breeze is a soothing comfort, cradling her in this unfamiliar but exciting territory. She caresses the softness, gaining rapid heartbeats from the feel of hard muscles beneath the surface.
His hands explore her petite frame, every inch he finds causing both she and him to gently moan in unison. So many times before she had seen his hands hold others, even cling to a football with more affection than he had shown her, but now here she is, being held within the arms she had so long dreamt about and it feels like pure perfection.
A tiny owl perched atop a weathered branch pierces the night with his trademark "Hoo". As though she's Cinderella startled out of her fantasy by the stroke of midnight, she pulls away from him, holding the distance between them with the length of her arms.
IHow did we get here/I she asks herself, suddenly feeling the stab of the late night chill. Unlocking her eyes from his enraptured gaze, she searches her surroundings, hoping to unlock the mystery.
The day began innocently enough, she and Clark decided to tag along with his parents and help out at the Church Bazaar. Although selling canned preserves and Granny Smith apples wasn't what she'd write down in Cosmo as her fantasy first date; there was just something about the humble simplicity of this country day that made her feel more at ease with Clark than she ever had before.
After helping fend off the penny pinching town folk for hours, his parents were thankful enough for their help that they insisted they enjoy the rest of the day, adding "Have a good time, we won't wait up." Of course, at that time it never occurred to Chloe that they would hold them to their word.
They strolled around the Fall Festival, talking, laughing, just being themselves. The cake walk was especially hilarious; seeing Clark go round and round in circles to the tune of 'twinkle twinkle little star', out-walking the sheriff for his mom's homemade pie made Chloe roll with laughter.
The daylight faded too quickly, but she savored every moment, relishing her time with a side of Clark she had never seen before. For the first time she saw him free of the weight of the world, and without realizing, she too had laid down the shackles of her burdens, and revealed to him the most beautiful side of herself.
She remembers the hay ride, the itchy, bumpy ride in the back of the trailer pulled by the loudest tractor in Smallville. Who would've imagined such a ridiculous start to an evening could have lead to this? Earlier, the reality of being trapped in a nest of hay made her sneeze and complain uncontrollably, but now she could only hope that they might somehow end up back in the hay.
Despite the electricity thrilling her body, the reality of his eyes assuring her that this is for real, she can't help but question what tomorrow will hold for her if she is to steal these moments tonight.
Before she can find the answer, he quiets her mind with another dizzying kiss, sending her once again down a spiral of seduction, a change so foreign, but yet so familiar within him. No, she had never seen his eyes gaze upon her like this, neither had she ever tasted the sweetness of his beautiful lips. She had, however, been held within his arms, comforted in moments when it seemed there was no one else on earth. She could live forever in his embrace, knowing that whatever may come their way he could protect her, and the pleasure such security offers is one of the greatest aphrodisiacs.
She can feel herself taking steps backwards, led by his lead, backing her against the birch tree. Her fingers get lost in his thick licorice colored locks, her own loving caresses soothing her fears as they please him.
Her upstretched arms expose a few inches of vulnerable skin beneath her blouse, making it convenient for his fingers to caress the small of her back. He teases the soft suppleness, tenderly exploring the beautiful terrain with his fingers, playfully teasing her with his hands.
Working from instinct, her head flings back, her mouth exhaling with unparalleled delight. The break from her lips gives him the opportunity to pleasure her in yet another way. His passionate lips explore her neck, flooding her flesh with seemingly a thousand kisses in a mere instant. He gains more desire with every moment, fueled by the salty sweetness of her snow white skin.
The thick smoky scent of a distant bonfire looms in the air, adding to the rugged heat being created between their bodies. She can't help but wonder how much more heat she can stand, before she too, is consumed by flames.
The desire within her to be taken by him is only outweighed by the astonishment that it was indeed he that initiated this.
I "Oh my God,"/I she breathes, feeling his hands upon the thin layer of chantilly lace snugly cradling her breasts. The tiny hook nestled beneath the satin rosebud is quickly unlatched by Clark's impatient gesture, freeing her abundant bust to be found by his massive hands.
The world begins to spin, swirling her into a vortex of such immense pleasure she wonders how she can continue to stand on her own. Every ounce of her, every fiber of her being, cries out for more, and fears the moment when his kisses will stop. As her mind races along the seemingly inevitable path laid out before them, her body trembles uncontrollably, fearing and dreaming of the moment when finally Clark will be part of her; know every part of her in a way even more complete than she contemplated.
"This is real," she tells herself, unable to truly believe that the one whose hands are caressing her is Clark, and the glimmer in his eye is there because he's looking at her.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers piercing her soul with his exquisite expression, his words hovering in the air like notes of music caught in a gentle breeze.
"Clark, I..," she begins, unsure what words she might choose that could come anywhere near meaning to him what his words mean to her.
Knowing that he has rendered her speechless is enough to make him smile. He glides his finger along her cheek, savoring these moments, this place in time that they have found together.
"I--?" he questions teasing, with a mischievous sparkle in his blue-green eyes. Taking the lead, and seizing the opportunity to finish her sentence, he removes his smile so that she will fully understand the sincerity of his declaration. Looking deep into her eyes, he says, "I love you, too Chloe."
Finding their way from the first tree to the next, kissing and caressing, the two young lovers explore each other in the deep darkness of the night, fueled by a force even greater than the powers flowing within Clark.
Everything around them falling away, they drift into another plane where the pleasure of their passion outweighs the whispers of their conscience.
For so long they had prayed they would find comfort in their world full of chaos, never truly believing they could find such bliss in each other. However this miracle has come to be, and they are grateful. Whether it was the aligning of the stars, or the granting of a wish by two so incredibly deserving, this moment is a treasure, and they indulge with unbridled delight.
Sweeping her up in a gesture equally as grand as one on the big screen, Clark takes Chloe up into his arms, his lips never leaving the exquisiteness of her skin. He could lead her so many places; places to become immortal in their memories. The loft had been a place he often thought would be the scene for his first time, but knowing he had always envisioned another in this scenario, he wants to begin anew; wants to create a special place for just the two of them.
Driven by the natural ruggedness of their surroundings, Clark picks a perfect spot beneath the trees where they can discover each other in the shadow of the moonlight. The soft earth beneath Chloe cradles her, and Clark's beautifully warm skin covers her like a blanket.
Slowly he unwraps her, beaming with discovery that the most perfect, and
precious gift he had been given in his life is something he didn't even think to ask for. How could it be that someone, some higher power, could know exactly what your heart desires before you even had a chance to realize it? Of course, now as he holds this beautiful, fragile creature in his arms, he curses himself for ever dreaming of another.
With one hand Clark places her balled up blouse to the side, unable to cease from delivering tender kisses her along her collar bone and down to her breasts. Chloe's fingers had freed the buttons to his flannel shirt, exposing a cotton shirt stretched over his muscular chest. She reaches beneath it, longing to trace the contours of his muscles. Sensing her desire to press her breasts against his bare skin, he reaches around to his back, stripping himself of his shirt in a simple motion.
Chloe's mouth explores his skin, her lips teasing his beautiful aroused nipples, her hands soothing, and caressing his sun kissed flesh.
In a flurry of fingers, he slides off her panties, as she undoes his jeans. They both add to the piles of fallen leaves their discarded clothes.
He slides his knee between her legs, parting her trembling thighs with a gesturing proving how real, and far this encounter has come. She holds her legs upright, too tense to allow them to fall open completely. He pushes his body closer to her, softly gliding his hand up her thigh, hoping to soothe her fears with his reassuring touch.
As he teases her tongue with his own, she feels him gently slide one of his fingers into her, the warmth alluring him to venture further. Another finger slides into her, taunting and teasing her as they glide in and out. Chloe moans, the size of his fingers equaling that of the one who had gotten there first.
Yes, it's true that she no longer holds her chastity, for another had crept into her psyche in a moment of weakness, promising to smudge out the memory of he who had unknowingly broken her heart. Yet with his quick entrance and departure, he failed to reach the part of her that only one can. This boy whose hands sloppily swept across her skin may hold the title of first, but he would never be remembered as best. He would never be in the same arena of the one with her now. This bond, this history, finally coming full circle into this exquisite union of flesh is what she had so long hoped for, and here she is lost in the moments of a fantasy come true.
Clark feels the passion building within him, surging through his body, causing him to pulse and quake with intense desire. He must have her, and she must have him. Both of their bodies insisting to be united.
Clark slips his fingers out, placing his hand on the rigidness of himself, longing to feel Chloe's tightness around him. Ready, but frightened, Chloe's mind gently drifts to one of her earliest misconceptions about sex. Everything she ever saw in movies made out like the man just found his way into the woman, and so had she believed until learning by experience that was not so. Luckily, when Clark places himself into her, she will be prepared for the assistance of his hand.
In a moment that seems to last for eternity, Clark's eyes lock with Chloe's, savoring these last seconds of his purity. Tomorrow will be another day for them, and they will have to take what comes when the sun comes up. But for now, they have each other, and that is enough. That is worth the risk of sacrificing their emotions.
As Clark enters her, she sheds a tear; the pain of his presence making her realize that from this moment on, her life will never be the same. His passion is not only penetrating her most delicate flesh, he, with his loving, gentle entry is penetrating her soul.
Without realizing, she had drawn blood from her own lip, biting down as the hardness of his masculinity plunged deep into the most delicate part of herself; tearing her with a euphoric mix of pleasure and pain.
Her ragged breaths alarm him, the tight grip of her hands on his bare flesh signaling how vulnerable she is to his powerful thrusts.
"Are you okay?" he asks breathlessly, beads of sweat dripping to meet the moisture pooled in the corners of her eyes.
Looking deep into his eyes, she kisses him softly, answering, "I'm perfect Clark. I'm with you."