Fiction for moviefreak4634
For: moviefreak4634
From: twistedlyn
Request: red K, season 5/6, smut
Type: Fic
Title: The Lover in Red
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex
Summary: Clark was seduced and Chloe was betrayed. Angsty Red!K smut.
A/N: My apologies to moviefreak4634 for being so late with her gift. I was a good distance into this when I decided to add a third character, if you will. While the plot points stayed the same, it significantly altered the piece.
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes.
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman
- from Romeo & Juliet by William Shakespeare
She seduced him. Others may see if differently, but Clark knows the truth.
She is a temptress, a sorceress, and she wove her siren spell for this moment, the moment Chloe fingers the stone on his ring and looks up at him with hurt in her eyes, whispering, “Why?” It’s all part of her plan to control him.
Maybe Clark saw it differently when he strode into the Daily Planet. Perhaps his confidence made him naïve, but she played him from the beginning, letting him think he was in control.
He’d always found it endearing, how Chloe blushed when he paid her a compliment. Tonight it was erotic, the way she ducked her head, hiding the shy smile spreading across her lips. It was more than her smile she was hiding. It was her thoughts. Pretending to be demure, her mind raced with images of him, golden and glistening, towering over her, invading her, consuming her.
She let Clark know it. She let him taste it. She said to him, You can use it.
When he ran his finger up Chloe’s arm her shivers echoed in his flesh. Her pounding heart surged through his blood. He undid the top buttons of her blouse, slipped his hand inside her bra. She didn’t protest. She didn’t resist. Instead, she leaned into his touch and closed her eyes. Her breath came in hot, moist sighs from her parted lips.
He was so hard, throbbing with the pain of anticipation. All he wanted to do was bend Chloe over, lift her skirt and take her right there on the desk.
No, she whispered in his mind. Not like that. It’ll be quick and only once. She’ll be worried someone will walk in on you. Take her someplace private. She’ll do everything you desire… eagerly and all night.
So he took her to the barn. For Chloe the journey was only an instant, but Clark found it almost unendurably long.
He undressed her in the moonlight, marveling at how the silver glow reflected off her skin. He guided her hands to lift his shirt, to caress and explore his chest and stomach, to undo the buckle on his belt, to wrap her fingers around him and stroke.
Chloe was so tentative, yet so welling, as they sunk down onto the old couch. Clark pulled her toward him and without further prompting she straddled his lap, held him in place and lowered herself down.
Oh, the exquisite warmth, the liquid friction of her body. She rolled her hips and waves of pleasure rippled through him.
Between his grunts Clark told her lies. He told her he loved her. He told her he needed her. He told her this was forever.
Chloe said his name, over and over, first as little, almost plaintive, moans, but slowly building in volume until her cry of rapture echoed in her muscles. Clark succumbed soon after, spilling himself inside her with a rush of blinding ecstasy.
Chloe collapsed onto his chest, mewing and purring like a kitten.
It’s why they call it pussy, she murmured, a distinct note of ridicule in her tone.
Clark ignored her, concentrating instead on Chloe. He ran his hand up and down her back and planned the rest of the night.
They’d break into a hotel, a penthouse suite. They’d take a bubble bath, their soapy, wet bodies tangling together. He’d lay her down on pristine white sheets and feel her surrender underneath him. Then he’d watch her sleep, study the way her eyelashes rested on her cheek. In the morning, just as she was waking, he’d make love to her again, slowly, tenderly, so that her dreams would be a disappointment compared to reality.
Chloe reached for Clark’s hand, her fingers entwining with his.
It was then that she showed herself. She’d spent the evening hidden in plain sight, waiting for the perfect moment to let Chloe see her. She glowed red with pride.
“Why?”
It is only now, as Chloe climbs off of him, her face filled with shame and hurt, that Clark realizes he was seduced, controlled, manipulated. He was both the pawn and the prize.
She is a jealous lover, threatened by anyone who might separate her from Clark. Tonight she decided to crush her competition using him as the hammer and she delivers another damaging blow as her words spill from Clark’s mouth.
“What can I say? You’re easy, Chloe.”
She grabs her clothes, tries to cover herself. Her, eyes blinking rapidly, dart about the room, refusing to settle on Clark. “Everything you said was a lie?”
The only lies Clark told tonight were to him self. He understands that now. He does love Chloe. He needs her. He wanted this to last forever, but there’s no chance of that now.
How can she forgive him? Clark used and betrayed Chloe. He knows how she feels. He was used and betrayed too and he will never forgive. He wants that things out of his life.
She hastily moves toward the stairs, her hair a mess. Her face is streaked with tears. He knows if she leaves, if he lets her leave, he’ll never see her again.
He tries to call her name, but even he can’t tell if the sound escaping his mouth is “Chloe!” or “Help me!”
She stops, turns and looks at him, at his outstretched arm, at the ring on his finger.
“Is this what you want?” she asks.
He’s afraid to answer; afraid the words he speaks won’t be his own.
“Alright Clark.” She walks toward him. “It’s alright.”
He doesn’t move, doesn’t even breathe, until Chloe’s slipped the ring from his finger.
The End
From: twistedlyn
Request: red K, season 5/6, smut
Type: Fic
Title: The Lover in Red
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex
Summary: Clark was seduced and Chloe was betrayed. Angsty Red!K smut.
A/N: My apologies to moviefreak4634 for being so late with her gift. I was a good distance into this when I decided to add a third character, if you will. While the plot points stayed the same, it significantly altered the piece.
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes.
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman
- from Romeo & Juliet by William Shakespeare
She seduced him. Others may see if differently, but Clark knows the truth.
She is a temptress, a sorceress, and she wove her siren spell for this moment, the moment Chloe fingers the stone on his ring and looks up at him with hurt in her eyes, whispering, “Why?” It’s all part of her plan to control him.
Maybe Clark saw it differently when he strode into the Daily Planet. Perhaps his confidence made him naïve, but she played him from the beginning, letting him think he was in control.
He’d always found it endearing, how Chloe blushed when he paid her a compliment. Tonight it was erotic, the way she ducked her head, hiding the shy smile spreading across her lips. It was more than her smile she was hiding. It was her thoughts. Pretending to be demure, her mind raced with images of him, golden and glistening, towering over her, invading her, consuming her.
She let Clark know it. She let him taste it. She said to him, You can use it.
When he ran his finger up Chloe’s arm her shivers echoed in his flesh. Her pounding heart surged through his blood. He undid the top buttons of her blouse, slipped his hand inside her bra. She didn’t protest. She didn’t resist. Instead, she leaned into his touch and closed her eyes. Her breath came in hot, moist sighs from her parted lips.
He was so hard, throbbing with the pain of anticipation. All he wanted to do was bend Chloe over, lift her skirt and take her right there on the desk.
No, she whispered in his mind. Not like that. It’ll be quick and only once. She’ll be worried someone will walk in on you. Take her someplace private. She’ll do everything you desire… eagerly and all night.
So he took her to the barn. For Chloe the journey was only an instant, but Clark found it almost unendurably long.
He undressed her in the moonlight, marveling at how the silver glow reflected off her skin. He guided her hands to lift his shirt, to caress and explore his chest and stomach, to undo the buckle on his belt, to wrap her fingers around him and stroke.
Chloe was so tentative, yet so welling, as they sunk down onto the old couch. Clark pulled her toward him and without further prompting she straddled his lap, held him in place and lowered herself down.
Oh, the exquisite warmth, the liquid friction of her body. She rolled her hips and waves of pleasure rippled through him.
Between his grunts Clark told her lies. He told her he loved her. He told her he needed her. He told her this was forever.
Chloe said his name, over and over, first as little, almost plaintive, moans, but slowly building in volume until her cry of rapture echoed in her muscles. Clark succumbed soon after, spilling himself inside her with a rush of blinding ecstasy.
Chloe collapsed onto his chest, mewing and purring like a kitten.
It’s why they call it pussy, she murmured, a distinct note of ridicule in her tone.
Clark ignored her, concentrating instead on Chloe. He ran his hand up and down her back and planned the rest of the night.
They’d break into a hotel, a penthouse suite. They’d take a bubble bath, their soapy, wet bodies tangling together. He’d lay her down on pristine white sheets and feel her surrender underneath him. Then he’d watch her sleep, study the way her eyelashes rested on her cheek. In the morning, just as she was waking, he’d make love to her again, slowly, tenderly, so that her dreams would be a disappointment compared to reality.
Chloe reached for Clark’s hand, her fingers entwining with his.
It was then that she showed herself. She’d spent the evening hidden in plain sight, waiting for the perfect moment to let Chloe see her. She glowed red with pride.
“Why?”
It is only now, as Chloe climbs off of him, her face filled with shame and hurt, that Clark realizes he was seduced, controlled, manipulated. He was both the pawn and the prize.
She is a jealous lover, threatened by anyone who might separate her from Clark. Tonight she decided to crush her competition using him as the hammer and she delivers another damaging blow as her words spill from Clark’s mouth.
“What can I say? You’re easy, Chloe.”
She grabs her clothes, tries to cover herself. Her, eyes blinking rapidly, dart about the room, refusing to settle on Clark. “Everything you said was a lie?”
The only lies Clark told tonight were to him self. He understands that now. He does love Chloe. He needs her. He wanted this to last forever, but there’s no chance of that now.
How can she forgive him? Clark used and betrayed Chloe. He knows how she feels. He was used and betrayed too and he will never forgive. He wants that things out of his life.
She hastily moves toward the stairs, her hair a mess. Her face is streaked with tears. He knows if she leaves, if he lets her leave, he’ll never see her again.
He tries to call her name, but even he can’t tell if the sound escaping his mouth is “Chloe!” or “Help me!”
She stops, turns and looks at him, at his outstretched arm, at the ring on his finger.
“Is this what you want?” she asks.
He’s afraid to answer; afraid the words he speaks won’t be his own.
“Alright Clark.” She walks toward him. “It’s alright.”
He doesn’t move, doesn’t even breathe, until Chloe’s slipped the ring from his finger.
The End