Chlark Fanfic: The Perfect Gift, Chapter 15
Still on hiatus, but this fic has been lying fallow for almost 2 whole months, so I decided to show it some lurve. :-)
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Title: The Perfect Gift (a.k.a Five Times Clark got Chloe a Birthday Pressie)
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic Sex
Timeline: Seasons 1 - 5
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Clark attempts to get the perfect birthday present for Chloe, with hilarious results.
Feedback: Oh yeah, baby, right there... J
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
I grew up with you...always 'friends' with you
Never stepped to you;
But now it's time that I start making love to you...
- Craig David, My Love Don't Stop
Chapter 15
Chloe giggled as Clark settled over her, his weight pressing her into the fragrant straw.
“Hey!” he said plaintively as the hay crunched under their combined weight. “I’m about to make love to you, Chloe. It’s our first time together. I’d have thought you’d be a bit more monumentally reverent than this.”
“Sorry,” she apologised, still chortling. “But that’s exactly why I am giggling. It’s like, ‘Eeeek! Clark and I are totally about to do it, omigosh!’”
Despite himself, he chuckled as a grin formed on his face. Maybe it was a good thing that Chloe wasn’t taking this too seriously, or he’d have had serious performance anxiety issues right now.
Speaking of performances…
He settled himself between her parted thighs and lowered his mouth to one rosy nipple. Instantly her light-hearted laughter evaporated as he fastened his lips around the bud, her easy delight morphing into a breathless sigh as he sucked steadily on the hardened tip.
“I could so get used to this,” she whispered, digging her hand into his hair.
She wasn’t the only one, he thought as he sucked harder at her breast, feeling smug as her breathing quickened. He pushed his hips against her, pressing his silken length against the smooth skin of her upper thigh. With deliberate slow strokes he slid back and forth between her legs, the movement made maddeningly erotic by the moisture coating her inner thighs.
“Clark Kent, you are a frigging tease,” she said between gritted teeth as she lifted her knees so that he pressed right up against her heated core. “Fuck me, damn it. Now.”
He thought of making a teasing retort about her lack of ladylike language, but the coarse, blunt words made him stiffen even further and he almost came on the spot. Reaching down, he pushed the head of his cock into her slick opening and pressed forward.
Carnal pleasure, raw and electric, travelled along his nerves as he slowly sank into her. “Oh, God…Chloe,” he groaned, sweat popping out on his brow as he slid into her moist softness. Chloe gasped and held tight to him as he filled her, her fingers curling into his flesh as he sank in deeper.
“Are you okay?” he asked, worried that he might be hurting her.
“I’m fine,” she managed to say through gritted teeth.
He wasn’t fooled. “You’re lying,” he whispered, and started to withdraw, but she held fast to him and shook her head.
“I’m fine, Clark, really,” she insisted. “I just…need a minute, that’s all.”
He studied her with dubious eye. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. “Uh-huh. I feel better already. Besides,” she added with a grin, “you don’t really want to stop right now, do you?”
He chuckled and stroked her hair, feeling the tightness in her body begin to ease. “Not if I can help it,” he admitted.
Her eyes were laden with emotion as she gazed up at him. “It’s like you’re supposed to be here,” she whispered shyly. “This just feels so right.”
His eyes started to sting at her softly spoken statement. “Took the words right out of my mouth,” he whispered back, dropping his forehead to hers. She lifted her lips to his, kissing him deeply and burying her hands in his hair as she tilted her hips in a tentative thrust.
His nerve endings blazed with heat generated from that single slight move. He took his cue from her, withdrawing slightly and pressing forward in a slow thrust. Chloe moaned and clutched the firm flesh of his buttocks in her hands, pulling him towards her. “More,” she urged.
He was still mindful of hurting her, but he did as he asked, making love to her slowly and carefully. She responded by wrapping her legs around his waist, seating him even deeper inside her.
“I said more,” she growled, thrusting against him.
Whoa. The feel of her snug warmth completely surrounding him broke the last of his defences and he drove inside her in hard, firm thrusts. Chloe clung to him, matching his thrusts and moaning his name as her took her further and further to the brink of desire.
“Clark,” she breathed, staring up at him with eyes shining with unshed tears. “I’ve waited so long for this…”
A wave of emotion broke within him, thick and strong. He claimed her lips in a searing kiss, stroking her hair as he made love to her steadily.
“Me too,” he whispered against her lips. “I never realised how much until now.”
She smiled, and he saw tears of joy gather in her eyes as she moved with him, clutching him even tighter as she hit the peak. Her body began to clench around his, and he lost all rhythm and control and just went for it, thrusting with reckless abandon. Her voice rose in a high cry at the exact moment that the pleasure broke within him, hitting him hard, flooding every nerve and cell as he came deep inside her. It was undoubtedly the most intense moment of his life.
Eventually the intensity rode itself out and he collapsed against her, breathing hard. After a few moments Chloe fidgeted and pushed feebly at his chest.
“Clark?” she said timidly. “You’re kinda squishing me.”
“Mmm? Oh, sorry,” he said hurriedly, wrapping an arm around her waist and turning them both around so that they switched places. He was surprised to find himself several inches deep in the blanketed straw. “I didn’t realise we’d made such a dent in the haystack,” he added sheepishly.
“The way we were going at it, I’m surprised we didn’t end up completely submerged in the darned thing!” she giggled, snuggling up to him, her hand resting possessively on his chest.
“Was I too rough with you?” he asked, worriedly running a hand over her body. “I tried to be careful, but -”
“I don’t want careful from you in bed, Clark - trust me!” she said with a cheeky grin. “It was amazing. Honestly. And I’m fine, and completely bruise-free. See?”
She raised herself up till she was sitting astride his hips, and his eyes brightened appreciatively at the view. “Oh yeah, I see,” he said with a leer. “I really see. In fact, I have no idea how I didn’t see until tonight just how awesome we’d be together.”
She tilted her head and frowned. “Well, you must have had some idea before tonight for you to have gotten me that teddy,” she pointed out. “I know you well enough to know that sexy lingerie isn’t your everyday impulse-buy.”
Oh, crap. He’d completely forgotten that the teddy was borne of a miscommunication between him and Lois. He gulped and pulled her back down onto his chest, hoping she hadn’t noticed the guilty flush creeping up his throat. “You’re right,” he said, stroking her back. “It’s been on my mind for a while.” Which wasn’t a complete lie, he mused silently.
“Mine too,” she whispered, her breath warm against his chest. “To be honest, it’s been on my mind since the first time I kissed you, all those years ago.” She paused and smiled, a faraway look in her eyes as she idly traced patterns on his chest with one finger.
“Looking back, I think that’s why I kissed you,” she went on thoughtfully. “I took one look at you, and I knew you’d be trouble, so I thought if I laid one on you I’d get it out of my system; but it only made things worse.”
Clark closed his eyes and tightened his arms around her. “I’m so sorry I didn’t see you sooner, Chloe,” he said gently, cursing himself for his stupid obsession with Lana. “I’ve wasted so much time.”
“Well, you’ve seen me now,” she said smugly. “So don’t worry about it.”
He smiled into her hair and kissed the top of her head. “We’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for,” he replied, feeling a contented warmth spread through him as his body began to harden again.
Chloe giggled and trailed her hand over his abdomen, and lower. “No time like the present, is there?” she said silkily as her hand closed around him.
Clark grinned and gave himself up to the sensations spiking through him. She was full of wise words, this one.
***
Wise words indeed.
They’d ‘made up for lost time’ again and again in a number of different ways all over the barn, finally ending up on the couch in the loft. It was several hours later before they finally succumbed to sleep in each others arms, a tangled mass of exhausted, entwined limbs.
Chloe awoke first, the slight chill in the early morning air cooling her skin as she lay atop Clark’s broad chest. She shivered and carefully slid off of him, tip-toeing over to close the barn window before padding back towards the couch, pausing to pick up the blanket on top of the steamer trunk.
As she did so, a small piece of paper fluttered to the ground. She bent to pick it up and set it back down on the trunk when her eyes were automatically drawn to her own name scrawled on the rumpled sheet in Clark’s messy handwriting. Smiling, she lifted the paper to her face and scanned the words.
The smile disappeared. Her brows drew together in a frown as she tried to make sense of what was written. A twinge of foreboding gathered in the pit of her stomach as she read the words over and over again.
“Hey,” she heard Clark call from behind her in a sleep-roughened voice. “Come back to bed, it feels empty without you.”
Slowly she turned to face him. He was grinning at her, patting the couch beside him when his eyes fell on the paper in her hand. Immediately a look of fear crossed his eyes and the smile faded, confirming her fears.
She lifted the paper in the air, her hand shaking. “Is this true?” she asked, her voice hoarse. “Did you mean to get me a teddy bear?”
She saw his throat working as he swallowed, a clear tell-tale sign of guilt. “Chloe…” he began hesitantly.
“Lois got it wrong, didn’t she?” she said softly, dreading the response. “She bought the lingerie by mistake.”
“Um…” he cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. “I wouldn’t call it a mistake, Chloe.”
“’Course you wouldn’t,” she said stonily, tightening the blanket around her. “Not when you got a free fuck out of it all at the end of the day.”
He shook his head vehemently. “No, that’s not -”
“I’ll put it this way, then,” she barrelled on. “Did you or did you not plan to buy me a sexy garment for my birthday?”
He looked at her pleadingly. “Chloe, what does it matter how we -”
“Just answer the question, Clark!” she yelled. “Was it your intention to get me lingerie for my birthday, or not?”
He took a deep breath and buried his hand in his hair before finally answering quietly.
“Not.”
***
Chapter 16…