Chlark Fanfic: The Perfect Gift, Chapter 4
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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’s birthday presents for Chloe never quite seemed to work...until now.
Feedback: Oh, yes! J
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Chapter 4
Third Pressie
The Platinum & ‘Aquamarine’ Earrings : Part 2
As Chloe’s purple tank top landed squarely on Clark’s face, that feeling of dread settled well and truly in the pit of his stomach. He did his best to ignore the warm, vanilla scent of her which clung to the fabric and forced himself to focus on the budding catastrophe.
He pulled the clingy fabric off his face and opened his mouth to speak, but at the sight of Chloe standing there in a hot pink bra and sprayed on leggings, speech, sense and rational thought all fled from his brain in different directions.
He’d spent years trying not to notice, but…damn. Chloe Sullivan was one hot chick. He stood there gawping at her breasts and hips for several seconds before her voice snapped him out of it.
“Of course! Why didn’t I think of that before?” she said, and walked towards him.
“Thank goodness,” he breathed, and held out his hand. To his surprise, Chloe sailed right past him.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” he said, grabbing her shoulders. “Where exactly do you think you’re going, dressed - or not dressed - like that?”
She looked up at him as if he were the one acting crazy. “I’m going to the girls’ locker room, Clark. There’s a huge mirror in there.”
And that’s when he noticed it; the blue-green stones in her ears were glowing the exact same colour that her eyes currently were.
“Oh, my God,” he groaned. How could he have been so stupid? He’d made the classic mistake of purchasing them from Smallville’s local jewellers - local being the operative word.
“Wait here,” he said sternly, and quickly locked the Torch door before heading back to Chloe’s desk.
“Clark…” she whined, tapping her foot impatiently.
“Just a sec.” He picked up the gift box and fished out the jeweller’s certificate. Sure enough…
24-carat Platinum set with Aquarite; newly accredited gemstones taken from the bed of Crater Lake, Smallville, Kansas. Believed to be of meteoritic origin.
Clark closed his eyes and slapped his palm on his forehead.
Shit. Chloe was wearing kryptonite earrings.
He’d only gone and gotten her kryptonite earrings.
Thankfully it appeared to be a fairly harmless strain of meteor rock; likely green ones that had been detoxified by water and pressure over time, hence their bluish hue. He was grateful she wasn’t harmed in any way, and he didn’t seem to be affected by it either.
“Note to self,” he muttered thickly. “Never, ever, buy ANYTHING in Smallville that comes with a stone in it. EVER.”
Suddenly, there were sounds of commotion coming from the hallway…and the sound of silence in The Torch. Clark spun around, and sure enough, the door was still firmly locked, but Chloe was gone. She’d taken off her Doc Martens and left the boots by the door, and quietly climbed out the window while his back was turned.
Oh, God. Chloe was on the trot, in public, and she was half-naked.
A series of wolf-whistles and catcalls confirmed his worst fears. He rushed out into the hallway just in time to see her sashaying barefoot down the corridor, heading for the girl’s locker room.
Predictably, there was a sudden stampede of boys swarming in her direction. Before she got to the end of the hall, she was surrounded by teenage testosterone.
“Hey, guys, cut it out!” he heard her yell shrilly.
Clark knew he shouldn’t use his abilities in public, but it looked like Chloe was in trouble. Breaking into a run, he supersped down the hall and adopted a football-tackle position, upended everyone who was in a five foot radius of her.
“Thank you!” she said sweetly as the air cleared around her. She tossed her hair and headed straight back down the hall in a streak of pink and black that would give the Tazmanian Devil a run for his money.
Clark squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. So much for harmless meteor rock. In addition to hypersensitivity, Chloe was now buzzing around school grounds like a kid on a caffeine high.
This was a disaster. He had to find her before she ran herself ragged, or took off any more items of clothing, because by his count there were only three left…and that was assuming she wore panties. He was thankful she was born in the fall, and not in July or August. If she’d been a summer baby, she’d have been naked about five minutes earlier.
It wasn’t difficult to locate her; he just followed the noise and the throng of people. Mercifully, she was still in her bra and leggings, much to the consternation of her teachers and the delight of anyone with a Y chromosome.
Chloe pushed open the double doors and ran out into the stormy afternoon. By this time, Principal Reynolds had been informed of the renegade student and prevented anyone else from following her, especially since there was a decidedly nasty thunderstorm in full bloom.
Clark glanced around and made sure no-one was watching (not much of a problem, since everyone’s attention was on the blonde shimmying up the flagpole), and made a speedy exit past Reynolds into the rain.
“Chloe!” he yelled as he got to the base of the flagpole. Behind him, he could hear chants of “Kent! Kent!! Kent!!!” from all the school windows.
She dangled precariously with one hand and waved at him with the other. “Hi Clark! It’s so much cooler out here!”
Wind and rain buffeted around his face and blew his hair into his eyes, but he stood his ground. “Chloe, get back down here, or I’ll have to come up and get you!” he threatened.
“Mr Kent, you get back inside now!” boomed Reynolds from behind him.
Clark ignored him. “I’m serious, Chloe! I’m coming up!”
Carefully he climbed up the slippery pole, surprised to find he was shivering from the cold. It dawned on him that the closer he got to the kryptonite earrings, the more his powers waned, but there was no gut-wrenching pain that usually accompanied greenK exposure. He was more convinced that the pieces of his home planet that had landed in the lake had been detoxed somehow.
He got to where she was and reached for her earring with one hand. Chloe pulled her head back and evaded his grasp.
“What is wrong with you?” she yelled above the noise of the rain.
“I need to take those earrings away from you!” he shouted back.
“But they don’t suit you, Clark, they’re not your colour!” she shouted back plaintively.
He snorted with laughter. Only Chloe could come up with snark at a time and a place like this.
Suddenly she lost her footing on the rung and slipped a few inches down the pole. With a shriek, she clung to him fiercely, sinking down him until she was hanging on to his waist, her head level with his belt buckle.
By now, the raucous laughter and chants from the school windows was almost loud enough to drown out the sound of the rain. Quickly he slotted his own foot into the rung she’d vacated, then lowered his hands to her head and pulled the earrings out of her ears. With as much force as he could muster, he flung them far away, relieved as his powers began to return.
“Clark!” she screeched below him, her face in his crotch. “Your pants are slipping!”
Yikes. With one hand, he yanked her up against him and with the other he slid down the slippery pole, breathing deeply as he felt his feet touch the ground.
The school broke into a smattering of applause and cheers. Clark quickly lifted Chloe by the shoulders and looked earnestly at her eyes.
They were back to their usual hazel-green - and he had never been so happy to see them.
“Thank goodness you’re okay,” he said, relieved.
“Another f-f-freaky birthday g-g-gift?” she said, her teeth chattering as she wrapped her hands around her half-naked torso.
Quickly Clark took his soaked blue plaid shirt off, eliciting higher pitched screams from the girls at the windows, and opened it around her, shielding the view of her from the building.
“Here,” he said. “Put this on.”
She slid her arms into the sleeves and quickly buttoned it up just as Principal Reynolds approached with a stern face.
“Both of you get dried off, and head straight to my office,” he barked shortly. “Disgraceful behaviour. I expected better from the two of you.”
He turned and marched off, and Chloe looked up at him timidly.
“Okay, I don’t even know where to begin,” she said fearfully.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered, leading her towards the doors. “I’ll make something up along the way, and fill you in via slipped notes in detention.”
***
It was the following evening. Chloe and Clark had served their detention for the day and she was back in the Torch, business as usual. Clark had gone to search for and dispose of the kryptonite earrings, and he headed straight back to the school newspaper as soon as he was done.
“I’ve tossed the darned things into the middle of Crater Lake,” he said to her as he strode into The Torch the following evening. “I’m so, so sorry, Chloe.”
Chloe, being Chloe, had simply chuckled as she typed, her fingers flying over the keyboard. “No need to apologise, Clark. Ever since my hyperactive bender, I’ve had every member of the football team plus half the hockey team asking for my number. Only took three years, but I’m finally a bonafide hottie!”
He scowled. “It’s not funny, Chloe. Five more minutes up that flagpole, and you’d have either been arrested for indecent exposure, or slipped and broken your neck.” He sighed deeply and slumped into a seat beside her. “I wrecked your birthday. Again. I don’t know why you put up with me, to be honest.”
“Because it’s never your fault, and you’re always right there beside me to help pick up the pieces,” she said with a smile. “It was pretty brave of you to come up the flagpole after me in the middle of a thunderstorm.”
“Well, someone had to protect your modesty,” he said with a chuckle.
“Oh, God, don’t remind me,” she groaned, and covered her face. “Good thing everyone was too busy staring at me to take pictures this time.”
He grinned widely. “I’ll say. I was so expecting to see posters of us all over school.”
“Thank goodness for small mercies,” she said. “A week’s detention is a small price to pay for everything that happened. I’m just gutted that I never did get to see what I looked like in those earrings.”
“You looked amazing,” he said warmly. “Amazing…and a little weird, with those blue eyes.”
She thumped him in the shoulder with a grin, and returned to her typing.
“Chloe, I…I hope you won’t be offended if I say I shan’t be buying you gifts anymore,” he began, but she shot him down.
“Clark, if you hadn’t got me those earrings, I’d have bought them anyway, and you might not have been there to save me,” she pointed out wisely. “Did you ever stop to think about that?”
He sighed, and admitted to himself that she made perfect sense. Still…
“I just can’t seem to get the perfect present for you, no matter how hard I try,” he said sadly.
Chloe pulled her chair closer to his and put her arms around his shoulders. “Hey…don’t worry, Clark. One of these days, you’ll get it right.”
He sighed again, wrapped his hands around her waist, holding her close. For both their sakes, he hoped she was right.
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Chapter 5…