And Although My Eyes Were Open They Might Have Just As Well’ve Been Closed - Chlark - NC-17 - 01/01
Title: And Although My Eyes Were Open They Might Have Just As Well’ve Been Closed
Author: shelia ivorykiss
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Fracture
Pairing: Chlark
Disclaimers: I don't own Clark or Chloe. The title and moodlet of this little piece comes from A Whiter Shade of Pale, originally by Procol Harum, however, in case anyone is interested, the ATB remix version by Sarah Brightman was the fanfic faeries soundtrack.
A/N: twistedlyn really needs to be careful what she demands asks for. Just saying.
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the room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When Clark had stepped through that red door, leaving Lex’s mind and the harsh truths contained within, he had blindly, stubbornly ignored the clutch of terror that had suddenly seized his chest at the sight of Chloe, still and pale, cradled in Lionel’s arms and had barked panicked orders at the elder Luthor before he had raced away to save Kara and Lois.
After all Chloe wasn’t dead. That was just unthinkable.
It wasn’t until later, after the anonymous rescue of their respective cousins, after the futile attempt to reach out to the part of Lex was Alexander, and at last sitting beside her cold and silent form, his terror escalating from the chaotic whirlwind of emotions battering him, that Clark had understood that Chloe was everything.
And he had lost it.
Insufferable minutes shifted into unbearable hours and bitter, angry tears had fell freely down his face as Clark had argued and begged with any higher power that would listen, railed and whimpered at the fickle destines, and to his growing horror his only answer was the ever expanding, unbearable silence.
He had lost it.
Chloe was love.
Unconditional. Unwavering. Undeniable.
And he had lost it.
Time had no meaning for Clark as he sat beside her, frozen, petrified, his head bowed from the weight of unthinkable reality.
He thought the first thump was a cruel trick, but couldn’t contain the hope that surged through him and he held his breath in anticipation of another beat, and he was rewarded, this time by one that was stronger and echoed through him. More beats followed and fell into a welcome rhythm.
Suddenly Chloe sat up and drew in a deep breath, her eyes wide and searching until her gaze found him.
She licked at her lips and motioned towards the sink. It only took an instant to fill a glass with water and help her cradle it in her hands.
Clark stepped back a few paces and stared at her, amazed at how the ashen hollows in her face flushed with life as she drank the water he brought her, grateful at how her heartbeat orchestrated the tempo of the universe.
With a shaky hand she sat the emptied tumbler on the night stand and as she made to stand, he reached out and lifted her to her feet. She tilted her head back and gave him a smile that both comforted and energized him.
“Chloe…” his voice broke.
Overwhelmed, Clark pulled her to him and pressed his mouth against hers and a desperate sound escaped him as he tugged at her clothing, then at his, frantically ripping and tossing the material away before he tumbled them back onto the bed.
He covered her body with his, pressing her into the mattress and even though her legs parted willingly for him, his hands tightened on her thighs, urging them further apart and Clark trembled as he settled against her.
His mouth opened and he tried to speak.
He had to let her know. Let her know how much she meant to him, how lost he was without her, how much he loved her.
Clark moaned.
He had to be inside her before he lost her again.
His back arched as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. She tangled her fingers in his hair and whispered his name as he pressed into her, and when she tilted her hips, urging him to sink deeper into her accepting warmth his voice was thick and rough with emotion, a strangled, sobbing growl as he kissed across her shoulder.
“Chloe. Love. Chloe.”
Clark groaned as he felt her tremble underneath him, felt the slick clenching heat of her body encouraging his barely controlled thrusts and he cried out her name over and over as he moved inside her, plunging into her until bliss stole his breath and caused his hips to helplessly stutter his release.
He collapsed heavily against her and gasped for air as he buried his face against her neck.
She turned her face towards his and murmured his name into his hair and Clark couldn’t blink back the moisture that threatened, then spilt from his eyes at the soothing balm of her hands across his back, calming his shudders with gentle strokes.
He hadn’t lost it.
He hadn’t lost Chloe.
He hadn’t lost love.
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