Chlark Fanfic: The Perfect Gift, Chapter 19 (Epilogue)
FINALLY!!!
Another Chlark story of mine draws to a close. Hope you all had as much fun reading it as I did writing it!
And to think this started off life as a oneshot; then as a 5-chapter story....then...oh, forget it.
Enjoy! No minors, please. And feeback makes my day, and makes me write more!!! *hint-hint* ;-)
Title: The Perfect Gift (a.k.a Five Times Clark got Chloe a Birthday Pressie)
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual references
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: Yeah, baby!!! J
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 19-Epilogue
Six Months Later
At the terse knock on the door, Chloe Sullivan hurriedly shrugged on a robe and tightly belted it. She headed towards the door, stopping abruptly in front of a mirror to quickly finger-comb her hair into some semblance of order. Satisfied, she took three deep breaths before opening the door with a huge grin.
“Brian!” she greeted, smiling at the harried-looking Security Manager. “What brings you to my door at this time of night?”
“Miss Sullivan, its three o’clock in the morning.”
“Oh, I didn’t realise it was so late!” she exclaimed. “I’m so sorry about any noise I may have been making; see, I somehow managed to bang my elbow against the-”
He raised a hand, cutting off her sentence mid-flow. “Miss Sullivan, I don’t want to hear some lame excuse about how you dropped the complete works of Shakespeare on your bare foot. I don’t want to hear about you slamming your finger in the door, or burning your mouth on some hot soup-”
“Hey, they’re not stories!” she interrupted indignantly. “What exactly are you suggesting here, Brian?”
He ignored her. “Enough with the cock-and-bull stories about you stapling your thumb to the wall, or stepping on a drawing pin…and I certainly don’t want to hear about Beef Tacos and cayenne peppers in your eye.”
“It was chilli!”
“Not paprika?”
Yikes. “Er…”
He shook his head. “I’m not an idiot, Miss Sullivan. You can’t hoodwink me, and I’m not giving you any more chances.”
She gulped. “Listen Brian, I-”
Silently he handed over a small card. “My brother-in-law is a hotelier, he runs a really nice Four-Star property on the nice side of town,” he continued bluntly. “It’s a lovely establishment; comfortable beds, tastefully furnished, all the mod cons, but best of all - fully sound-proofed walls and windows. It’s perfect for you and Clark, and very discreet.”
Chloe’s cheeks burned with a guilty flush. Numbly she took the proffered business card and stared at it, studiously avoiding eye-contact with the shrewd man.
“I’ve given Hal a call and explained your situation, and he’s happy to offer you a friends and family discount, and even complimentary stays during off-peak periods.”
Her blush deepened. “I, er…”
“I’m not as young as I used to be, Miss Sullivan, and I need my sleep,” he went on tiredly. “I just can’t function with your repetitive thumps and very loud vocals going on at all hours of the day and night.”
She hung her head and reddened further until she was sure she could feel steam coming off her cheeks. “Um…”
“I guess what I am trying to say, Miss Sullivan, is that for your convenience, for my sanity, and for the sound mental health of everyone else in this building, and perhaps on the entire block: get a room.”
Chloe’s jaw dropped in dumbfounded shock. She clung to the door handle, blinking helplessly as he turned to leave. A sudden breeze lifted her hair, and Brian froze, pausing briefly before turning back to face her.
“And you might want to get someone from Property Maintenance to come up and have a look at that door for you,” he said with a frown. “There’s always a massive draft that comes through whenever you open and close it.” He shrugged. “Just a thought. Good night, and for the love of God, keep it down.”
Chloe swallowed and watched with her heart in her mouth as the burly man walked to the end of the corridor and took the stairs down. Only then did she close and lock the door before resting her head against it with a relived breath.
“Massive Draft,” a familiar voice drawled from behind her. “Now that’s one I haven’t been called before.”
A slow smile spread across her face as she turned to face the object of her affection. “He’s not buying it anymore Clark, not that he ever did,” she said sheepishly.
“I know, I heard the whole thing,” he said, smiling as he held out his hand. “So where is this posh hotel?”
She handed him the card. “West Metropolis, just on Marshall’s Corner.”
He nodded appreciatively. “Ooh, fancy.”
“Think we should give it a try?”
He chuckled and pulled her into his arms. “I don’t think we have a choice anymore, Chlo. It’s either this, or you lose your accommodation.”
“God, that was so embarrassing,” she groaned as they walked back over to the bed. “It’s gonna be even worse when Brian’s brother-in-law tells him we took him up on the offer. I’ll never live it down!”
“Meh, I think he’ll be more pleased at the prospect of finally getting some decent sleep,” he replied, sitting on the bed and untying the sash on her robe as she stood in front of him. His eyes lit up as her naked form came into view, and her breathing quickened, as always.
“That should be compensation enough, I guess,” she whispered as his hands closed around her breasts.
“Yep, but unfortunately, for him, he won’t be getting any sleep until tomorrow,” Clark pointed out with a smirk. “Unless of course, you promise to be quiet.”
Chloe rolled her eyes. “Clark, I’ve told you a million times, I can’t be quiet when you’re doing…” his tongue stroked up her inner thigh and lightly flicked her clitoris. “…that,” she breathed.
He chuckled against her intimate flesh. “Oh, I think you can rein it in for just one more night.”
She sighed and held back a moan as his tongue explored her intimately. She could always tell him to stop, or to delight her in some other way that didn’t make her scream quite so loudly…but she was Chloe Sullivan, and she never backed away from a challenge. Or at least, that was her excuse, and she was sticking to it.
“Game on,” she whispered, burrowing her hands into his hair. “Pleasure me, farmboy.”
***
The End.
ETA:
Thanks to an awesome suggestion by mari2anne about what might have been in the box (and simi24 wanting to know when Clark became so confident), there shall be - in addition to Peach Bikini - a oneshot sequel to the story called White Rose. Thanks Mari - it's all down to you! :-D
ETA 15.09.13 - Read the sequel, White Rose
Another Chlark story of mine draws to a close. Hope you all had as much fun reading it as I did writing it!
And to think this started off life as a oneshot; then as a 5-chapter story....then...oh, forget it.
Enjoy! No minors, please. And feeback makes my day, and makes me write more!!! *hint-hint* ;-)
Title: The Perfect Gift (a.k.a Five Times Clark got Chloe a Birthday Pressie)
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual references
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: Yeah, baby!!! J
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 19-Epilogue
Six Months Later
At the terse knock on the door, Chloe Sullivan hurriedly shrugged on a robe and tightly belted it. She headed towards the door, stopping abruptly in front of a mirror to quickly finger-comb her hair into some semblance of order. Satisfied, she took three deep breaths before opening the door with a huge grin.
“Brian!” she greeted, smiling at the harried-looking Security Manager. “What brings you to my door at this time of night?”
“Miss Sullivan, its three o’clock in the morning.”
“Oh, I didn’t realise it was so late!” she exclaimed. “I’m so sorry about any noise I may have been making; see, I somehow managed to bang my elbow against the-”
He raised a hand, cutting off her sentence mid-flow. “Miss Sullivan, I don’t want to hear some lame excuse about how you dropped the complete works of Shakespeare on your bare foot. I don’t want to hear about you slamming your finger in the door, or burning your mouth on some hot soup-”
“Hey, they’re not stories!” she interrupted indignantly. “What exactly are you suggesting here, Brian?”
He ignored her. “Enough with the cock-and-bull stories about you stapling your thumb to the wall, or stepping on a drawing pin…and I certainly don’t want to hear about Beef Tacos and cayenne peppers in your eye.”
“It was chilli!”
“Not paprika?”
Yikes. “Er…”
He shook his head. “I’m not an idiot, Miss Sullivan. You can’t hoodwink me, and I’m not giving you any more chances.”
She gulped. “Listen Brian, I-”
Silently he handed over a small card. “My brother-in-law is a hotelier, he runs a really nice Four-Star property on the nice side of town,” he continued bluntly. “It’s a lovely establishment; comfortable beds, tastefully furnished, all the mod cons, but best of all - fully sound-proofed walls and windows. It’s perfect for you and Clark, and very discreet.”
Chloe’s cheeks burned with a guilty flush. Numbly she took the proffered business card and stared at it, studiously avoiding eye-contact with the shrewd man.
“I’ve given Hal a call and explained your situation, and he’s happy to offer you a friends and family discount, and even complimentary stays during off-peak periods.”
Her blush deepened. “I, er…”
“I’m not as young as I used to be, Miss Sullivan, and I need my sleep,” he went on tiredly. “I just can’t function with your repetitive thumps and very loud vocals going on at all hours of the day and night.”
She hung her head and reddened further until she was sure she could feel steam coming off her cheeks. “Um…”
“I guess what I am trying to say, Miss Sullivan, is that for your convenience, for my sanity, and for the sound mental health of everyone else in this building, and perhaps on the entire block: get a room.”
Chloe’s jaw dropped in dumbfounded shock. She clung to the door handle, blinking helplessly as he turned to leave. A sudden breeze lifted her hair, and Brian froze, pausing briefly before turning back to face her.
“And you might want to get someone from Property Maintenance to come up and have a look at that door for you,” he said with a frown. “There’s always a massive draft that comes through whenever you open and close it.” He shrugged. “Just a thought. Good night, and for the love of God, keep it down.”
Chloe swallowed and watched with her heart in her mouth as the burly man walked to the end of the corridor and took the stairs down. Only then did she close and lock the door before resting her head against it with a relived breath.
“Massive Draft,” a familiar voice drawled from behind her. “Now that’s one I haven’t been called before.”
A slow smile spread across her face as she turned to face the object of her affection. “He’s not buying it anymore Clark, not that he ever did,” she said sheepishly.
“I know, I heard the whole thing,” he said, smiling as he held out his hand. “So where is this posh hotel?”
She handed him the card. “West Metropolis, just on Marshall’s Corner.”
He nodded appreciatively. “Ooh, fancy.”
“Think we should give it a try?”
He chuckled and pulled her into his arms. “I don’t think we have a choice anymore, Chlo. It’s either this, or you lose your accommodation.”
“God, that was so embarrassing,” she groaned as they walked back over to the bed. “It’s gonna be even worse when Brian’s brother-in-law tells him we took him up on the offer. I’ll never live it down!”
“Meh, I think he’ll be more pleased at the prospect of finally getting some decent sleep,” he replied, sitting on the bed and untying the sash on her robe as she stood in front of him. His eyes lit up as her naked form came into view, and her breathing quickened, as always.
“That should be compensation enough, I guess,” she whispered as his hands closed around her breasts.
“Yep, but unfortunately, for him, he won’t be getting any sleep until tomorrow,” Clark pointed out with a smirk. “Unless of course, you promise to be quiet.”
Chloe rolled her eyes. “Clark, I’ve told you a million times, I can’t be quiet when you’re doing…” his tongue stroked up her inner thigh and lightly flicked her clitoris. “…that,” she breathed.
He chuckled against her intimate flesh. “Oh, I think you can rein it in for just one more night.”
She sighed and held back a moan as his tongue explored her intimately. She could always tell him to stop, or to delight her in some other way that didn’t make her scream quite so loudly…but she was Chloe Sullivan, and she never backed away from a challenge. Or at least, that was her excuse, and she was sticking to it.
“Game on,” she whispered, burrowing her hands into his hair. “Pleasure me, farmboy.”
***
The End.
ETA:
Thanks to an awesome suggestion by mari2anne about what might have been in the box (and simi24 wanting to know when Clark became so confident), there shall be - in addition to Peach Bikini - a oneshot sequel to the story called White Rose. Thanks Mari - it's all down to you! :-D
ETA 15.09.13 - Read the sequel, White Rose