The Most Wonderful Time of The Year - Chlark - NC-17 - 01/01
Title: The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
Author: ivorykiss
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: graphic sex
Pairing: Chlark
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. That makes me unbelievably sad.
Author’s Notes: Despite the suggestive title, this is not a holiday fic, but it is a seasonal one. I hope you enjoy. Comments, critiques always welcome.
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Ripples of pleasure woke her.
Chloe gasped and arched against him; her fingers already tangling in the dark hair curled at the nape of his neck as she lifted her leg, encouraging his slow delicious stretching invasion.
The resonating pleased sound he made low in his throat, the intoxicating weight of him, the thick pressure of his cock sliding deeper inside her with each insistent rock of his hips, drove those ripples of pleasure into waves; waves that built and echoed one another, threatening further bliss with a rhythmic assurance that quickly left her shuddering helplessly and crying out against his shoulder.
Chloe trembled at the scrape of his teeth, sharp and demanding at her neck, shivered at his hungry little grunt, low and harsh and possessive against her ear, and cried out again as she yielded to the hard and fast stutter of his hips and the exquisite, warm sticky flooding heat that followed.
Trembling weight and tingling warmth surrounded her, filled her, for a long lethargic moment and Chloe sighed at the masculine rasp of his jaw line against her cheek as he nuzzled into her hair, sighed at the soft press of his mouth against her ear as he whispered.
“Go back to sleep, I’ll wake you in plenty of time to get to work.”
She brushed a kiss against his shoulder and turned her head in anticipation. Chloe smiled; despite the fact she could still feel at the tingling echo of him deep in her body, he was fully dressed in standard Clark casual: well worn jeans, yet another blue tee shirt and his favorite red jacket, and was down on one knee on the floor beside the bed tying his boot.
He tilted his head up and gave her a big satisfied grin. Her smile grew broader as he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
Then he was gone in a blur of red and blue.
It was tempting to shut her eyes and snuggle deeper into the warmth they’d made, but Chloe forced herself to throw off the quilts and stand on quivering legs and she shivered in the pre dawn light.
Chloe reached for her robe and paused as she looked thoughtfully out the eastern facing window. She turned quickly back to the bed; she had fifteen, maybe twenty minutes tops, before the sun breached the horizon.
Her mind raced as she worked quickly and efficiently, the hurried movement causing a warm and sticky, tickling rush of his come to re-slick her thighs as she stripped and replaced the bed linens.
Chloe gathered up the sheets and walked quickly to the bathroom, dropping the armful of cloth into the hamper before reaching past the shower curtain, smiling to herself as she twisted the faucets on.
She already reeked of sex and Kryptonian male. If she was right, this could be her last chance for a shower over the next few days.
Steam quickly filled the small room and Chloe stepped into the tub and turned her back to fall of water, relishing the beat of it across her shoulders, then leaned forward and braced her hands against the wet tile, relaxing under the soothing spray, taking a long moment to let the hot water pound against her lower back and her thoughts drift, puzzling on the suspected pattern she noticed developing soon after Clark’s twenty-fourth birthday.
It had only happened three times so far, and she really didn’t have enough information to formulate more than a just wild guess, but if precedent held, this time tomorrow Clark would barely be able to stand to let her out of his sight. And the day after that...
Clark would barely be able to stand being out of her.
Chloe smiled to herself as she turned, reaching for the body wash when suddenly Clark was in front of her, towering over her, blocking the spray. She cried out, jumped in surprise and lost her footing.
He reached out and caught her with ease. His large hands held her gently by her upper arms, held her firmly up on her toes. Clark tilted his head as he studied her with concern.
Suddenly his hands tightened on her arms and his eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared widely as he took a deep breath.
“You’re taking a shower,” Clark growled out the obvious.
Chloe blinked up at him; water darkened and plastered his hair to his head, streamed off the curling tips to draw her gaze downward, to the soaked and darkened the shoulders of his red jacket, to the blue tee shirt soaked and plastered to the well defined muscles of his chest and abdomen.
Her gaze drew lower still. Water soaked denim hugged and defined the impressive shape of his growing erection.
She licked her lips; wild guess or not, she was starting to suspect very strongly that the emerging pattern in the cyclic nature of his increased, almost ritualistic courtly attentiveness and his markedly amplified sexual possessiveness meant that during certain times of the year Clark went through some sort of, for the lack of anything else to call it, some sort of rut.
“You’re taking a shower.” Clark repeated with another growl and she looked up into his eyes at the mournful note in his voice as he added. “You smelled just fine.”
Chloe had to suppress a giggle. Some sort of Kryptonian super-rut might be a better descriptor and while she wasn’t sure about vision or hearing; touch, taste, and certainly smell seemed to be enhanced during these times.
She would just have to think more on this later because Clark was beginning to fidget, beginning to squeeze her arms just a little too tightly.
Chloe raised a teasing brow and smiled as she said lightly, “Well, maybe somebody can figure out a way to make me all smelly again.”
Clark flashed her a big happy grin before blurring into motion, and in less than an eye blink he was naked and pressing her against the wet tile. His voice was muffled agaisnt her neck as he said with a laughing confidence.
“I can.”
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Author: ivorykiss
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: graphic sex
Pairing: Chlark
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. That makes me unbelievably sad.
Author’s Notes: Despite the suggestive title, this is not a holiday fic, but it is a seasonal one. I hope you enjoy. Comments, critiques always welcome.
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Ripples of pleasure woke her.
Chloe gasped and arched against him; her fingers already tangling in the dark hair curled at the nape of his neck as she lifted her leg, encouraging his slow delicious stretching invasion.
The resonating pleased sound he made low in his throat, the intoxicating weight of him, the thick pressure of his cock sliding deeper inside her with each insistent rock of his hips, drove those ripples of pleasure into waves; waves that built and echoed one another, threatening further bliss with a rhythmic assurance that quickly left her shuddering helplessly and crying out against his shoulder.
Chloe trembled at the scrape of his teeth, sharp and demanding at her neck, shivered at his hungry little grunt, low and harsh and possessive against her ear, and cried out again as she yielded to the hard and fast stutter of his hips and the exquisite, warm sticky flooding heat that followed.
Trembling weight and tingling warmth surrounded her, filled her, for a long lethargic moment and Chloe sighed at the masculine rasp of his jaw line against her cheek as he nuzzled into her hair, sighed at the soft press of his mouth against her ear as he whispered.
“Go back to sleep, I’ll wake you in plenty of time to get to work.”
She brushed a kiss against his shoulder and turned her head in anticipation. Chloe smiled; despite the fact she could still feel at the tingling echo of him deep in her body, he was fully dressed in standard Clark casual: well worn jeans, yet another blue tee shirt and his favorite red jacket, and was down on one knee on the floor beside the bed tying his boot.
He tilted his head up and gave her a big satisfied grin. Her smile grew broader as he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
Then he was gone in a blur of red and blue.
It was tempting to shut her eyes and snuggle deeper into the warmth they’d made, but Chloe forced herself to throw off the quilts and stand on quivering legs and she shivered in the pre dawn light.
Chloe reached for her robe and paused as she looked thoughtfully out the eastern facing window. She turned quickly back to the bed; she had fifteen, maybe twenty minutes tops, before the sun breached the horizon.
Her mind raced as she worked quickly and efficiently, the hurried movement causing a warm and sticky, tickling rush of his come to re-slick her thighs as she stripped and replaced the bed linens.
Chloe gathered up the sheets and walked quickly to the bathroom, dropping the armful of cloth into the hamper before reaching past the shower curtain, smiling to herself as she twisted the faucets on.
She already reeked of sex and Kryptonian male. If she was right, this could be her last chance for a shower over the next few days.
Steam quickly filled the small room and Chloe stepped into the tub and turned her back to fall of water, relishing the beat of it across her shoulders, then leaned forward and braced her hands against the wet tile, relaxing under the soothing spray, taking a long moment to let the hot water pound against her lower back and her thoughts drift, puzzling on the suspected pattern she noticed developing soon after Clark’s twenty-fourth birthday.
It had only happened three times so far, and she really didn’t have enough information to formulate more than a just wild guess, but if precedent held, this time tomorrow Clark would barely be able to stand to let her out of his sight. And the day after that...
Clark would barely be able to stand being out of her.
Chloe smiled to herself as she turned, reaching for the body wash when suddenly Clark was in front of her, towering over her, blocking the spray. She cried out, jumped in surprise and lost her footing.
He reached out and caught her with ease. His large hands held her gently by her upper arms, held her firmly up on her toes. Clark tilted his head as he studied her with concern.
Suddenly his hands tightened on her arms and his eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared widely as he took a deep breath.
“You’re taking a shower,” Clark growled out the obvious.
Chloe blinked up at him; water darkened and plastered his hair to his head, streamed off the curling tips to draw her gaze downward, to the soaked and darkened the shoulders of his red jacket, to the blue tee shirt soaked and plastered to the well defined muscles of his chest and abdomen.
Her gaze drew lower still. Water soaked denim hugged and defined the impressive shape of his growing erection.
She licked her lips; wild guess or not, she was starting to suspect very strongly that the emerging pattern in the cyclic nature of his increased, almost ritualistic courtly attentiveness and his markedly amplified sexual possessiveness meant that during certain times of the year Clark went through some sort of, for the lack of anything else to call it, some sort of rut.
“You’re taking a shower.” Clark repeated with another growl and she looked up into his eyes at the mournful note in his voice as he added. “You smelled just fine.”
Chloe had to suppress a giggle. Some sort of Kryptonian super-rut might be a better descriptor and while she wasn’t sure about vision or hearing; touch, taste, and certainly smell seemed to be enhanced during these times.
She would just have to think more on this later because Clark was beginning to fidget, beginning to squeeze her arms just a little too tightly.
Chloe raised a teasing brow and smiled as she said lightly, “Well, maybe somebody can figure out a way to make me all smelly again.”
Clark flashed her a big happy grin before blurring into motion, and in less than an eye blink he was naked and pressing her against the wet tile. His voice was muffled agaisnt her neck as he said with a laughing confidence.
“I can.”
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