He Always Knows - NC17 - Chloe/Bart - OneShot
Title: He Always Knows
Category: Smalllville
Rating: NC17
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Chloe/Bart
Prompt: Red
Word Count: 703
Summary: "Naughty girl teasing me like this, ‘licious."
He Always Knows
The red one was his favorite. It was like there was some kind of voice in his ear that whispered to him each and every time she wore it. Just knowing it was there, beneath her conservative blouse turned him on. He smirked from afar as she bent over her Watchtower desk, reaching for a folder of some sort. He raced across so quickly the breeze brushed past her after he was already pressed against her, hands on her hips. "You're wearing it," he growled softly in her ear.
Her lips quirked. "You always know."
He rocked against her, already hard and wanting. The first time she gave into him, she was laid out on the floor in nothing but a red lace bra, so bright and vivid against her pale white skin. He left it on, the only thing he let touch her besides his hands and his mouth. He suckled her breasts through her bra, using the lace to entice her nipples. And ever since then, he just knew. He swore she wore it just to tease him, to see if he would guess right and he always did.
"I'm at work," she reminded, her tone filled with amusement.
"I can be quick..." He kissed her neck, fingers already working her blouse out of her skirt.
"Bart..." He was sure she was trying to chastise him, but it came out breathy, needy.
He slid his hands beneath, traced up her spine with his fingers. He spent years getting her to finally look at him and when it came down to it, he already knew that he would want her and need her and have her for the rest of his life. It took her a little longer to figure it out but when she came around, she was even more responsive than he expected. She smiled at his cheesy pick-up lines that he used even after getting her attention for good; she just chuckled and went with it, wrapping her arms around him. The Clark Kent's and Jimmy Olsen's were of the past, with their respective others now, and he was free to worship Chloe Sullivan like he always knew he was meant to. Only now, she could love him back.
He parted her blouse, button by button, his fingers moving so quick she didn't even feel it. He turned her around and she looked up at him through dark green eyes, her lip plump from how she bit it as she kept from enjoying his wandering hands too much. He lifted her up onto the edge of her desk, slid her blouse down her arms slowly, his palms grazing her skin. She shivered, her nipples tightening beneath the sheer red bra he loved seeing on her.
She reached for him, her hand wrapping around the front of his jeans, undoing his belt, the button, and lowering the zipper, she slid up rather than down, spreading her fingers over his stomach beneath his shirt, tracing the indents of his abs. His hands fell to her knees, running up beneath her skirt, kneading her thighs on the way. No pantyhose; he wondered if she planned it this way. The quirk of her lips said yes.
He leaned forward so their mouths were nearly brushing, counted the freckles on her nose nearly entirely covered by make up. Seven. "Naughty girl teasing me like this, ‘licious."
She stared up from beneath long dark lashes. "I like teasing you."
She spread her legs as her skirt bunched at her hips. She took one of his hands and threaded their fingers before she held it against her heat, damp through her panties already. Her breath caught, lips parting and he kissed her, tongue reaching for hers.
She always did this; a game he'd grown fond of. It was what started it all; she'd been teasing him about this or that, the subject somehow getting on her lingerie. It had all been their usual flirting and then suddenly, it turned into something more and he wanted to see for himself if she really was wearing that cherry red bra that she had hinted at. And now he knew, he always knew, and he never planned not to.