Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville, if I did, Chlark would be a reality.

Since I enjoyed writing Chronicles of Chlark so much, I've decided to make a sequel. And this one will be longer, much longer. So enjoy, read, and review.

Chronicles of Chlark: Part 2

Prologue

*Flashback*

Chloe sat on her bed waiting for Clark to blur into her room. She'd left the door unlocked so it wouldn't be a problem for him. Her dad was still working hours at LuthorCorp, so he wouldn't be back for another three hours. Lana had gone to Metropolis to visit her Aunt Nell, so that left Chloe alone.

Before Lana had left, she and Chloe had decided on a denim mini skirt and a see through, white, short sleeved shirt. On her feet she wore light brown, calf high, suede boots.

Even though Clark was an alien, she thought he appreciated a nice amount of leg.

Five minutes later, a gust of wind blew Chloe's hair out of place. She gave Clark a mock glare and said, "You messed up my hair!"

"Sorry." he gets a look at what she's wearing and feels a twinge in his groin. Clark realizes what happens so he turns away from Chloe and starts to walk around the room.

His back still turned, Chloe walks up to him, grabs him by the shirt, and kisses him, hard. She takes several steps backward, her legs hitting the back of her bed. Chloe lets herself fall back on the bed, yanking Clark down with her.

She reaches down his pants and starts to gently stroke his erected length. Clark gives a startled gasp and pulls away.

"Chlo, what are you doing?"

"Taking care of Clark jr."

"Are you sure we should be doing this, I mean we're only sixteen and I-" Clark started to ramble off until Chloe pulled him down and kissed him again.

"Yes, I'm sure, Clark, I trust you."

"I know, but I could hurt you, and I've never done this before." he replied, a light blush on his cheeks.

Chloe placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "I know you're worried, but you can't go into celibacy. Especially if you get hard just by looking at me in some skimpy outfit." Chloe said, causing Clark to blush harder.

"Okay but if I hurt you, just," Clark super sped off and came back with a lead box. "Open this and pull out what's inside."

Chloe eyed the box suspiciously, took it from Clark's grasp and opened it. Clark immediately groaned in pain and flinched back, while Chloe looked inside to see a good sized chuck of green meteor rock. She quickly closed the box, put it on her nightstand, and went over to Clark to see if he was okay, which he was.

"Clark, I'm not taking this out and hurting you with it."

"Better than me hurting you."

"You know what Clark…just, just, make love to me, okay. No space rocks, no worries ,no regrets, just enjoy the moment, okay."

"Okay." Clark replied, gently setting Chloe backwards on the bed, his large form looming over her. He leaned down and kissed her softy. The kissed turned feverous and hot. Chloe's hands made their way under his blue t-shirt, her smooth calluses tracing patterns on his muscled chest.

Clark's hands remained on Chloe's waist. This was fairly new to him so he didn't know exactly what to do. He felt Chloe trying to pull up his shirt, so he removed his hands from her waist and lifted his arms to make it easier to get off. Once the shirt was off, Chloe said, "Are you okay, Clark?"

"No, I-I don't know where to put my hands." he mumbled lamely as a blush crept on his face.

Chloe let a chuckle, "Put them anywhere you want, just act on your sexual impulses. Now, come here." she said pulling Clark back down by his old leather belt and kissed him with hot, raw, passion. Clark hesitantly slipped his big hands under her white shirt and cupped her breasts in his hands, causing Chloe to moan into his mouth. He ran the pads of his thumbs over her nipples, feeling them harden under his ministrations. He felt himself get harder at the sound of her moan.

Clark carefully grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it off her to reveal a black lace bra. He trailed kisses down her neck as Chloe tangled her hands in his soft, black, hair. She felt an ache deep in her belly as a flood of moisture dampened her panties. She was wet and was sure Clark noticed because his nostrils flared and his eyes darkened with lust.

She hurriedly unfastened his belt, pulled down his zipper, and unbuttoned his pants. Chloe pulled down his jeans and blue boxers, to reveal him in all his beautiful glory. Sure, she'd seen him naked on the couch yesterday, but this time he was all hers. 9 ½ inches of meat all to herself. She could see the drops of precome forming on the flushed red tip of his cock. She wanted to go down on his but figured if she did that, he'd come before they could get to the good part.

Clark's balls were taut with need, he and Chloe were sweating, which was weird because he never sweated. He couldn't wait any longer so he super speed the rest of her clothes off, from her black lace bra to her matching panties. It took Chloe a couple of seconds to register what happened. She'd never been naked in front of anyone except Jimmy Olsen, the first guy she'd ever slept with. They weren't in love or anything, it was just a summer fling to help her get over Clark. But anyway she felt the need to cover herself, until Clark said, "God, Chlo, you're so beautiful."

She snorted, "Yeah, right."

"I'm serious, you are." he said stroking her cheek in an affectionate gesture.

"Aww, that's sweet, but can you just make love to me?"

"I will, but I don't know if I can make human girls pregnant, so do you have a condom?"

"Um, yeah, I have a couple in the nightstand, just in case you ever came to your senses and decided to choose me. Looks like you did."

Even though she was joking, Clark couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt crash over him. Chloe opened it and slipped the rubber over his erection. It twitched at her touch.

"Sure is responsive, isn't it?" she asked,

"Sorry." Clark said, blushing.

"No need, it's kind of fascinating."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. Now, get lovin."

Clark positioned himself over her entrance. He smell how wet she was and knew he would slide right in. He slowly slid inside her heat, and knew he was about to come, but he held back his organism and continued to go slow. He wanted this to be good for Chloe too.

"Clark, faster, please, faster." she said, to which Clark happily obliged. She kept willing him to go faster, but he wasn't sure that the friction his super speed causes would be good for Chloe's…um personal area. So he slammed into as fast as humanly possible. Two minutes later, they both came together, Clark falling on top of her.

Chloe gave him a couple of minutes to regain his strength before tapping his shoulder and saying, "Clark, as much as I like you naked on top of me, I'd prefer no to be squished."

Clark rolled off of her and lay upwards on the spot on the bed next to her.

"I love you, Chlo."

"Ditto." Chloe said as the two teens drifted to sleep.

*End Flashback*

Hoped you enjoyed. For those of you who didn't know, this is the description of Clark and Chloe's first time from Chronicles of Chlark. This is my first lemon/smut so please be nice. Please Review.