There was no gentleness, no skill or coaxing as Davis pressed Chloe against the wall of his hotel room, his mouth crushing down on hers. It had been too long for that. The kiss was raw, full of need and animal passion. The force of it set off something equally powerful and primitive in Chloe, and she found herself kissing him back with equal fervor. All thought, all sense and reason completely fled as their lips and breath met in a fury of gasps, crushing lips, and teeth. It was less a kiss and more like they were trying to consume the other. But it wasn't enough. She needed MORE. Chloe's hands skittered over the soft fabric of Davis' tee until she found the bottom. Then she pulled up until she felt the warm smooth planes of Davis' stomach under her palms. She moved her hands up basking in the feel of him under her hands, pushing up the soft tee as she went. When she reached his chest, they had to part for a moment to allow Davis to pull the shirt over his head, then to allow for him to do the same for hers, but then they were pressing together again. Leaning against the wall again, Chloe gave a slight shiver from the coolness against her back, but found herself grateful for the support when Davis trailed hot, wet, nibbling kisses down her throat and over the tops of her breasts. The globes swelled as his hands fitted themselves to and she felt the nipples grow tight. Davis pulled the delicate lace edge of her bra aside to expose her nipple and breathed a warm breath over the sensitive nub. She had just a moment to gasp before the exposed peak was taken into the hot wetness of his mouth.
Ever since she had learned he was alive and had returned to Metropolis, small flashes of memory had been plaguing her. At random moments she would remember the feel of his hands, his mouth, his warm breath, his body. Haunting reminders of sensations long past, but too compelling to be easily dismissed. She had told herself it was only memory making them seem so powerful, but now she realized she had been fooling herself. It really had been like that - all-powerful, consuming, incredible.
It was like that again.
She had only a moment to marvel at the truth of it before all thought fled when Davis began to suckle and pull at her nipple with his mouth. So instead she slid her hands over the smoothness of Davis' torso once more. The glimpses she had gotten couldn't compare to the sensation of actually hiving him bare to her exploration. Following the fine contours of his torso, her hands explored their way south until she hit the edge of his sleep pants. As she tickled his stomach along that border, Davis released her nipple and looked at her. His normally soft brown eyes had gone deep and dark with passion, the lids drooping low. Purposefully, so she could feel every inch of him, he pressed himself into her, pinning her back against the wall. She could feel the large bulge of his hard cock insistently pressing into into her and knew he was ready. She had known he would be. She certainly was. She stroked him trough the fabric of his pants was rewarded by a load groan as he pressed himself against her more firmly. Her own body responded by releasing another wave of moisture that she felt soaking into her panties.
Then as if by some sort of unspoken mutual agreement, they were pulling and tugging away at the pants of the other, desperate to remove the last barriers between them. Chloe easily stripped Davis' sleep pants and boxer briefs, but he took only a moment longer with her jeans and panties. Once bare, Davis easily lifted her and wrapped her legs around his waist. He didn't need to ask if she was ready. It was obvious to both of them she was from the way she was pressing herself to him. So with a single smooth push, he entered her slick channel. Chloe let out a cry of ecstasy at feeling of him filling her. It was as if she had been made for just this. Her body tensed around him, holding him in, holding him as part of her. It was the best feeling in the world...until he began to move. Then she couldn't think at all, only feel. Her body's moisture coated him, making his movements smooth and full, building up a tension in her that coiled tighter and tighter with each stroke. She could feel sensual pressure spiraling out from the core of her, and as it increased, she felt her hands locking into claws as her nails dug into his back and her teeth clenched so tight she thought they might crack. But still the force built. Davis' skin became slick and heated as his pace increased and his hips pounded into her, filling and retreating, causing pulsing waves of sensation with every movement. Under her clawed hands, his muscles were clenching tighter and tighter as her concentration narrowed only into the single need - release. Suddenly, at the point when she thought she would either need to explode of die, it finally broke. Davis shifted his stroke just slightly so he would slide over a spot deep inside her. That small friction was all it took. That unbearable tension snapped and she screamed, her body shaking and pulsing around him. Still riding the waves or her orgasm, she went over the cliff again when she felt Davis pulsing inside her as he orgasmed deep and hard, shouting her name. Together they rode out the sensation as sparks dazzled before their eyes.
They remained panting against the wall for a very long time afterwards. neither of them wished to move, though by all rights it should have been an awkward position. Her legs were still hitched over his hips and the only thing keeping them upright was his weight pressing her back into the wall. When their breath finally returned to normal, Chloe felt a chuckle rumble deep through Davis' body and she lifted her head from his shoulder to look at him inquiringly.
His smile was broad and beautiful as he met her gaze. "I just realized that I'm in need of another shower already."
Chloe smiled in return. "Yeah I guess you do." She shifting pointedly where their bodies were still joined. "Mind if I join you?"
If possible, Davis' smile became even brighter. "I'd love that." He carefully extracted himself from Chloe, but before she could make a move from the wall, he swooped in and lifted her into his arms. Surprised, Chloe let out a small squeak, but it was quickly replaced by laughter as he carried her into the bathroom.
Davis deposited Chloe gently to the floor outside the shower before turning and working the knobs until a stream of steaming hot water poured down. Stepping under the water he smilingly held out a hand to her, inviting her to join him. Chloe smiled in reply and stepped in with him under the water. Still smiling, Davis picked up a bar of soap that was resting on a ledge inside and began lathering it in his hands. When he had a plentiful handful of suds, he placed the soap back and began running gentle hands along Chloe's body. It was such a delicious sensation that Chloe found herself leaning back against him and closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of Davis' soapy hands and the hot water running over her body. Slowly her languor was replaced by sensual awareness as Davis' caresses became more intimate. His hands massaging her breasts, which responded by peaking once more. When his hands fluttered down over her stomach, Chloe's breaths started coming faster, and when his long fingers cupped the mound of her sex, Chloe let out a moan of pleasure. Davis had beautiful, talented hands which he used to tease and torment her until she was helplessly leaning against him, moaning. When one of those wonderful fingers slid inside her, Chloe gasped and thrust against the invasion. It hadn't been very long since she had orgasmed so wildly with him against the wall, but already her body was racing towards fulfillment. Somehow Davis could tell exactly how close she was because he kept easing off or speeding up his touch, leaving her hovering right on the edge. Just when Chloe didn't think she could take any more, she felt Davis spin her around. Her eyes flew open to catch the wicked gleam in his gaze for just a second before he dropped to his knees before her. Confused, Chloe didn't resist when he hitched one of her legs over his shoulder. But when he leaned forward, she understood. Her head leaned back against the shower wall, as the water sluiced down her body and over Davis' hair as his tongue found her most intimate place. Her cries echoed off the tiles of the shower as Davis showed her the ledge she could go over was even higher.
Smiling to herself in a dreamy haze, Chloe reflected that Davis still had a thing for showers...and it seemed so did she. She watched him dry off once more, letting her eyes roam his beautiful nude form. It amazed her that somehow he had gotten even better looking in the years of their separation.
The memory of why they had been apart all this time dimmed her happiness and set her mind to racing again. He had been gone by choice all this time and let her believe him dead - and Jimmy's killer to boot. Was she risking too much by getting involved with him once more? What if he hurt her again?
She knew his staying away had been a difficult decision...but he genuinely believed he had been doing the right thing doing so.
Could she fault him for doing what he thought was right, even if it had caused her pain? He had clearly suffered for the choice as well.
Chloe remembered the many arguments she had had with Clark over the years about what they each saw as right. Sometimes it turned out she had made the right choice and sometimes not, but all she could do was work with the knowledge she had and follow her own sense of right. That was all anyone could do really.
Even aliens.
And simple as that, standing in the hotel room bathroom, watching Davis dry himself Chloe let go of the last of her anger and resentment. She forgave him for the pain he had caused her with his deception and gave him her heart. They had always been at their strongest together, and if Davis' fear about a force sending him to Doomsday was right, they were going to need every advantage they could get.
Chloe glanced at Davis' watch resting on the sink and quickly calculated the time since Doomsday had last tried to break free. Chloe sighed. Their little break was coming to an end. If the monster had recovered at all to the degree that Davis had, they should be getting back to Watchtower. There was a monstrous alien killing machine working its way free, a twisted billionaire determined to help it kill her best friend, and the man she loved caught in between - just her average day in Kansas.