Three Times Chloe Sullivan Was Not Kissed By Clark Kent and One Time She Was
Title: Three Times Chloe Sullivan Was Not Kissed By Clark Kent and One Time She Was
Author: shelia ivorykiss
Rating: R
Characters: Chloe, Clark, Kal, Kal-El and Bizarro
Spoilers: Exile, Crusade, Gemini and the future
Disclaimers: I don't own Chloe or any version of Clark. I wish I did.
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Three Times Chloe Sullivan Was Not Kissed By Clark Kent and One Time She Was
Exile
Clark was acting like an ass and Chloe had known better than to follow him, but she had anyway.
She had carefully edged as close as she dared and watched as he nonchalantly made his way through the press of beautiful people crowding around the entrance to the trendy nightclub. She watched as he spoke to the bouncer guarding the door. The man had nodded deferentially and Clark gave him a quick grin before he disappeared into the club.
Chloe made her way to the front of the crowd and was trying to formulate a plan to get inside when luck decided to smile at her.
The bouncer was scanning the crowd and pointing at women. He picked a brunette with long legs and a very short dress and nodded at a set of red headed twins who squealed with delight.
Then he pointed at her.
She didn’t realize it wasn’t luck until she stepped inside and an iron grip captured her wrist.
She stumbled as he dragged her through the crowd; he pulled her close and he cut across the dance floor with long strides as he made his way further into the depths of the club.
He stopped, and then his hands were on her waist as he lifted her slightly. The world spun and Chloe found herself against the wall with her mouth opening under the pressure of his.
His kiss was punishing and Chloe whimpered as he nipped at her bottom lip, then his tongue was pushing inside her mouth, coaxing more whimpers from her as it danced with hers in a not so subtle mimicry of the way his hips were pressing against hers.
By the time he had finished his ardent attack on her mouth Chloe was panting and the faint metallic hint of blood lingered on her tongue as she licked her bruised and swollen lips.
He smirked down at her and the press of his hard body trapping her against the wall was the only thing keeping her upright.
She blinked up at him for a long moment trying to find her voice.
“Clark…”
His eyes flashed an impossible crimson as he cut her off. “Clark isn’t here and he’s not coming back.” He lowered his mouth to her ear, brushing his lips against the sensitive skin and she shuddered as he rocked his hips into hers and spoke softly.
“I am Kal.”
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Crusade
It had been three days since the world had went suddenly quiet and when he found her in Lex’s safe house she had sobbed out his name in relief and joy as she ran to him.
He caught her up in his arms and hugged her to him.
His arms tightened around her and there was a note of awe in his voice as he whispered into her hair.
“You are real.”
Chloe tilted her head up smiled at him, “Of course…”
Her voice trailed off as he smiled back and lowered his head.
Every cell in her body tingled to life as he pressed his mouth against hers. His kiss wasn’t shy; it was both cherishing and eager, and held a dark edge of masculine possessiveness that Chloe recognized and responded to instinctively.
A part of her was shocked; she couldn’t help the way her mouth surrendered to his, opening, inviting his tongue to explore or the way her body moved, betraying her helpless want in little wiggles against him as his large hands wandered down her back to rest on her hips.
He broke the kiss and laughed in pure delight as she gasped for air.
“You are real,” he repeated with that same note of awe as before.
She cried out as his hands tightened on her hips and it wasn’t his fingers digging almost painfully into her flesh that brought her from her sensual haze more than it was his next whispered words.
“You will give me many strong sons and daughters Chloe Sullivan and history will make you a goddess.”
She could only stare up at him, her heart beating wildly, trying to make sense of this world gone crazy.
She trembled, her mind whirling with millions of questions as he drew her closer. His big hands cradled her against his chest as he talked of destiny and crystals and his foolish struggle with denial.
He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and smiled down at her.
“I am Kal-El and you are my comfort, my refuge, my chloe and I will cherish you throughout eternity.”
His grin grew broader and Chloe could only hold on as they shot into the night sky and flew north.
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Gemini
“I'm sorry it took till the last second for me to get there.”
“I don't know where I'd be without you. Thanks.” Chloe smiled up at him. “Did I mention that I missed you?”
“Wanna show me how much?” He leered at her as he leaned closer.
She didn’t have time to be shocked at the warmth of his large hand sliding up her thigh because his mouth was pressing against hers.
Even through the denim she could feel the heat of his hand, but that didn’t compare to the heat of his mouth.
Her heart skipped a beat and she gasped when he stroked her inner thigh with his thumb. He took advantage of her gasp and deepened his kiss.
She shuddered, and it wasn’t out of desire. For the first time ever Chloe was repulsed by him.
She whimpered in confusion and pushed at his shoulders as his tongue slid against hers in a crude mockery of all those late night fantasies she barely admitted to herself.
Suddenly he broke the kiss and sat back. She could only blink at him as he gave her a dismissive glance then a genuine smile broke the coldness of his expression as he looked over her shoulder.
She turned to see what he was looking at and if the world hadn’t turned surreal enough, Chloe was actually thankful for the appearance of Lana Lang.
She stood quickly and made a hasty excuse at the invite for pastries and practically ran to her car.
Her hands shook so badly it took her two tries to get the key in the ignition and the starter whined in protest as she kept convulsively twisting the key even after the little car had started.
He had tasted of apples, overripe and vaguely rancid and Chloe choked back a sob of bereavement, not quite sure what she was mourning the loss of as she scrubbed at her mouth with her fist and quickly drove away.
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The Future
Her heart pounded in her chest and she had promised herself that she wouldn’t cry, but the pure joy and the stark adoration in his eyes as he gently cupped her face in his large, impossibly strong hands caused the first tear to spill over and trickle down her cheek.
Clark smiled down at her, almost shyly as he lowered his head.
“You…”
Then his mouth was pressed against hers before the preacher could even finish his sentence.
“…may now kiss your bride.”
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