Chapter 2
They walked into the apartment and Chloe headed for the kitchen. "Go take a load off those super human legs while I score us up some popcorn," she suggested.
"Popcorn? Are you hungry?" Clark blurted out realizing that he may have sounded a little too surprised.
"Well I'm not famished but I like a little popcorn with my movie as much as the next girl," she laughed while raising her eyebrows quizzically. "Is extra butter okay?"
"Sounds good," he smiled.
Clark liked popcorn too but truthfully the only thing he felt like eating right now was Chloe. He mentally scolded himself for the inappropriate images running through his head.
Chloe stretched to reach the glass bowl on the top shelf of her cabinet making her shirt ride up and consequently causing the whole small of her back to be exposed. The feminine curve of her waist led Clark's eyes to wander lower to the voluptuous line of her hips and then right down to that sensual ass he was already getting used to admiring tonight.
He had meant to offer to grab the bowl for her but in his lustful haze had temporarily even forgotten where he was.
Chloe lowered the bowl to the counter and was quite amused to look at Clark and find his eyes heavy lidded and transfixed on her waist. He seemed to be in a trance and she loved it. She had hoped that the flash of her skin might intrigue desire in him and it most certainly had.
As he snapped out of the daydream he was having, Clark was embarrassed to realize she had noticed his ogling. He casually turned and headed in the direction of her DVD collection and pretended to browse while keeping his back to her. Hopefully she hadn't seen the rather large bulge in the front of his jeans because it would probably creep her out to know her best friend was tremendously hard for her.
"Umm, so what genre did you feel like tonight, Chloe?" Clark closed his eyes and gently stroked his finger across a row of movies wishing it were her soft flesh.
"How about fantasy?" breathed Chloe in a sexy, low, unmistakably erotic voice. She broke out into sharp laughter at the look of astonishment on Clark's face when he twisted around and gawked at her.
"I'm kidding Clark; you can stick your tongue back in your mouth. Do you remember what a joke is or was there some collateral damage to your funny bone when your heart went splat?" She teased.
He gave a terse laugh and made a soft "Tsk Tsk" sound as he half smiled and declared, "You're not doing a very good job with the moral support thing tonight Chloe…but… that's okay because I'm feeling a lot better now." He lips curved into a full blown dimply Clark Kent grin.
There was something sinfully erotic hiding behind that fun loving smile that made heat surge from the pit of her belly all the way down to her toes. She wanted to be his moral support by getting on her knees in front of him and taking care of that obvious erection. She could make him forget that Lana ever existed…but that might be moving a little too quickly.
"Okay Clark just do eenie meenie miney moe and pick a damn movie already," she teased.
After making popcorn Chloe dumped it in the bowl and got comfortable on the couch next to him. He must have taken her advice and just randomly popped in a movie because suddenly they found themselves watching 'The Sound of Music'.
"Uh, Clark, I know you're a wholesome farm boy who enjoys the simpler things in life but…rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens? Seriously?" She smiled questioningly.
Clark laughed; he was feeling anything but wholesome, "Well I just grabbed whatever was in front of me like you said, but you..." He playfully poked his finger into her ribs, "are the one with the shockingly large collection of musicals."
"Stop, that tickles!" She burst out giggling and swatted his hand away.
Chloe leaned forward, set the popcorn down on the coffee table and clicked the television off.
"And I'll have you know that Mary Poppins is the greatest Disney film of all time!" She scooted to the other side of the couch, turned her back to him and playfully crossed her arms to emphasize her mock disgust.
Chloe's smile faded at the sharp jolt of shock as she felt Clark scoot up behind her and wrap his muscular arms around her in a tender hug. "I'm sorry," he whispered in her ear with a husky voice. "I didn't mean to insult your taste in movies," he gently kissed the side of her throat and kept his grasp on her gentle so he wouldn't scare her away.
She had been so cute during their playful teasing it had just sent him over the edge and he couldn't keep himself from touching her. His lust for her ran deep and nothing could keep him from her now.
Chloe felt like she had brain damage. She couldn't have moved away from him even if she'd wanted to.
The contact of their bodies was causing both of their breath to quicken and she was reminded of his erection as she felt it press up against her lower back.
"Mmm Clark," she moaned and tilted her head to the side exposing her neck to him.
Clark was pretty positive there was no longer any risk of scaring her away when she reached her hand around her back and pressed it firmly on his crotch. "Uuuh," he breathed into her throat.
He knew that their friendship would never be the same if they continued down this path and Clark was quickly losing all rational thought as she began lightly stroking him through his jeans. He softly rubbed the sides of her thighs with his hands and hungrily trailed kisses up her neck and on her ear then whispered "Mmm, Chloe we really need to talk about this."
The last thing on earth she wanted to do was talk. All Chloe was interested in right now was touching and feeling. "Ugh," she grunted in protest and pressed harder on his throbbing dick.
"Sssttt," Clark hissed in delight and quickly lifted Chloe and turned her around to face him. He tried desperately to gain composure.
The clear demonstration of Clark's strength caused a new surge of hot liquid to soak Chloe's panties and incited all kinds of sexy images of him using that strength to have his way with her. She fought the desire to start touching him again and decided to get the compulsory talk out of the way. She kept her hands firmly and respectfully on her knees "Okay Clark, let' talk".
"Well," he cleared his throat trying to sound less turned on and more serious. "We've flirted with the idea of hooking up before and I just feel like we need to think long and hard about the consequences to our friendship before we actually go through with this." He placed his hand on top of one of hers.
"Umm okay" Chloe gently shook her head trying to force herself to focus on the conversation instead of thinking of all the other spots she wanted Clark to place his hand. "I uh," she breathed out a long sigh, "I think that our friendship is strong enough to sustain anything, Clark. Besides, a lot of people have 'friends with benefits'." She smiled coyly and lifted her hands to make air quotes. She was a little taken back by the hurt look on Clark's face.
"Chloe," he grabbed her hand from the air and held it between his on his lap; "I don't want to be friends with benefits. I want YOU. I want to be a couple who also happen to be best friends." He smiled expectantly.
Chloe couldn't believe what she was hearing. Just over 2 hours ago she had found him in his loft crying over Lana and suddenly he was ready to get into a relationship again. She pulled her hand away from him irritably. "Well Clark, as much fun as it sounds to be your rebound chick, I think I'll have to pass."
Having a passionate night of amazing sex with Clark was one thing. But she couldn't bear having her heart broken again if his supposed desire to be her boyfriend proved futile. She turned her head away to hide the tears that were forming in her eyes.
"Hey," Clark whispered consolingly placing two fingers on her chin and turning her to face him, "I care about you way too much to ever consider you just some rebound chick. Besides you know I'm not like that." Her features seemed to depict that she found some reassurance in his words.
Clark knew she had every right to be suspicious and he felt he had to set the record straight once and for all.
"I know you think that I'm still in love with Lana but that's just not true," He looked down in sad reflection. "I always thought that once she and I got together the earth would stand still and my life would fall perfectly into place…but that didn't happen. When she broke it off I spent the first few weeks in serious denial, trying to make myself believe I'd lost the most important thing in my life. But over the past week or so I've just been mourning for the huge chunk of my life wasted on obsessing over her. I realized that I never really knew her at all and that she's definitely not the one for me."
Chloe just stared at him with a mixture of disbelief and satisfaction. She was amazed to hear Clark actually admit that Lana wasn't the right person for him. "Wow Clark, I have to say, I was not expecting this at all."
He grabbed her hand again and squeezed. "I wasn't expecting this," he said using his other hand to motion back and forth between the two of them. "Tonight it became obvious to me that you make me happier and hotter than she ever could and I want to explore that with you."
He smiled and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. He didn't fight it when she turned into his lips with her own and kissed him ferociously. He pulled her to his chest for a hug and she enjoyed the hardness of his muscles under her cheek.
Chloe laid against him relaxed, just breathing in his sexy, masculine scent. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear those words Clark" she said while gently exploring his rippling abs and chest with her hand feeling her desire ebb to the surface again. She meekly looked up into his eyes and they both recognized the desperate longing in one another.
Chloe's breathing quickened at the look of hunger on Clark's face and she huskily declared, "I want you Clark."
He gently lifted her off his chest and softly pushed her down onto the couch lying on top of her. She willingly parted her legs and he rested his body between them while placing his arms on either side of her. "I want you too," he whispered as he closed the space between them and kissed her deeply while gently pressing his denim clad erection against her aching pussy. They both groaned intensely at the friction.
