Fanfiction for the_fallen_sky: The Secrets She Keeps, Chapter 4
Title: The Secrets She Keeps
For: The Fallen Sky
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC17
Timeline: Season 6; after Wither
Disclaimer: Not my characters (they belong to CW & DC comics), just doing this for fun, etc.
Summary: Clark catches Chloe in a very embarrassing position. Literally.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chloe’s breathing quickened as Clark’s fingers swept across her midriff, slipping lower beneath the elasticated waistband with every stroke.
“Um…okay,” she breathed.
“So… tell me,” he said huskily, “what were you imagining me doing to you when you were calling my name?”
She gulped. “I…I imagined you touching me,” she whispered breathlessly.
“How?”
She shrugged, embarrassed. She couldn’t let him in on the innermost workings of her twisted mind, she just couldn’t. It was far too personal.
“How, Chloe?” he whispered again. “How was I touching you?”
“I’m… not sure I can put it into words,” she murmured apologetically.
“You can be honest with me,” he assured her, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin on the side of her neck. “Tell me. I really want to know.”
She swallowed. “Intimately. You were touching me intimately,” she finally managed, her cheeks flaming.
“Like this?” His fingertips swept lower, brushing the downy hairs protecting her sex.
A tingle shot along her nerve endings, hinting of further pleasures. “Um… yes; but lower.”
“Like this, then?” His forefinger slowly travelled inward and pressed at the tip of the crease of her womanhood, and she sucked in a breath of air.
He smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” His finger slipped deeper into the snug, wet warmth of her body, and she saw him inhale sharply and breathe deep. “God, you smell so good.”
Chloe blinked. He could smell her?
She wondered what to feel more embarrassed and self-conscious about; the fact that Clark had his finger inside her, or that he could smell her arousal. And then a second finger joined the first and began to slide in and out of her in a slow, deliberate rhythm, and she ceased thinking at all. She rested her shoulders against the wall for support as her knees weakened, the slight movement automatically parting her thighs wider.
His lips teased her neck, then travelled slowly along down along her shoulder.
“Did you imagine this, too?” he asked roughly as he lifted the hem of her shirt with his other hand. He stared hungrily at her breasts and then lowered his mouth to one aching nub.
“Oh yes,” she hissed. His tongue circled the tip before sucking it deep into his mouth, and she moaned and arched her back in pleasure, seeking more of his mouth. He transferred his lips to her other breast and traced his tongue around her nipple, making her writhe and plead for the pull of his lips around the tight bud. But Clark wouldn’t be rushed. He held the soft flesh in his hands and firmly licked the underside of her breast, working his way around and inwards until he got to the stiff peak in the centre.
“Please,” she begged, desperate for the warm pressure of his mouth there. His tongue circled her nipple in teasing licks until she moaned in frustration and clutched fistfuls of his hair. To her great consternation, he lifted his head away from her entirely.
But then he sank to his knees and the implication of this new position in front of her drove her slightly crazy. His hands left her breasts and slowly tugged at her pyjama pants, inching them down to her knees along with her panties. Chloe could only hold her breath in anticipation as he leaned back to look up at her.
“And what about this?” he asked, his voice husky with anticipation. Chloe stared as he urged her thighs apart and lowered his head between them, then she felt the soft warmth of his tongue pressing against her damp, aching flesh.
“Yes,” she hissed, her breath hitching.
“And this?” His tongue swept down the length of her crease and back up, pausing to circle the swelling, aching bundle of nerves at the centre.
“Everything,” she moaned, completely lost. She gave herself up to the sensations coursing through her, her voice breaking as he licked, flicked, swirled and sucked her intimately, driving her towards fulfilment. “I imagined everything.”
Clark glanced up at her from between her thighs, his eyes glittering in triumph. His mouth moved faster as his tongue burrowed deep into her body, sliding in and out in blatant sexual rhythm that made her tremble and whimper helplessly before returning to tease and gently suck her most sensitive spot. His hands clasped her bottom to hold her steady as she moved unconsciously against his mouth, and suddenly her voice rose in a choked scream as an intense orgasm spiralled through her. She shuddered in his arms as the ecstasy rode out, gasping for breath before collapsing bonelessly against the wall.
“So did I,” she heard him say, his voice muffled against her sensitive flesh. “God help me, so did I.”
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He carried her over to the bed and lay down beside her, keeping her in his arms.
“What did you mean?” she asked.
“Huh?”
“You said you imagined it, too,” she explained. “Did you… did you fantasise about me, too?”
He took a deep breath. “I did,” he finally replied. “More often than I would care to admit.”
“For how long?”
His cheeks reddened, and he avoided her direct gaze. “Since puberty hit, which is basically as long as I’ve known you.”
Her eyes widened in disbelief. “That long?”
“Yup.”
But - but I’m you’re friend!”
“And I’m not supposed to think of you that way, right?” he finished. “I tried not to, I really did, but… nah. You always turned me on, and I couldn’t fight it; not in the privacy of my bedroom, anyway.”
“You never thought of Lana?”
He frowned. “It never even occurred to me. I didn’t even give myself a choice in the matter, it was always you,” he said. “My heart and soul and body wanted you. You have an amazing figure, Chloe, and that’s something I just couldn’t deny myself as a young teenage boy.”
“You were lusting after your best friend,” she admonished playfully.
He shrugged. “I told myself you’d never know.”
She grinned. “Pervert.”
He gave her a leery smile. “Takes one to know one. And hey; at least I never got caught.”
“Hey!” She thumped him playfully on the arm, and he took her hand and tenderly kissed her fingertips.
“You okay?” he asked. “I mean after…” he glanced down at her body.
She smiled and stretched sinuously. “Like you even have to ask.”
“I do. Well?” he pressed.
She rolled her eyes. “It was fantastic. I loved it.”
“Really?” he asked, relieved. “I never did that with anyone before. I didn’t even know if I was doing it right; not until you…well, came.”
“Well, that makes both of us, because I never had that before,” she said, her face reddening as she tucked her head into his shoulder. “So you definitely did something right.”
“Good to know,” he replied, a well-earned smug smile on his face. He kissed her tenderly, and her arms went around him, marvelling at the controlled strength in his arms as he cradled her. Her hands moved from his arms and chest to his belly and lower, where his hot, hard length pressed insistently against her. Even through the fabric of his jeans, she could tell he was impressively proportioned in that department, and the desire to have him inside her was reaching critical levels of need.
Her fingers struggled to undo his belt, and within seconds he had divested them both of every stitch of clothing that had been separating them. Superspeed definitely had its advantages, though she was hoping it wouldn’t come into play when they actually got down to business.
He settled between her thighs and proceeded to guide himself into her… and then stopped.
“I…um… I don’t have any, uh…” he trailed off, and Chloe smiled.
“I don’t have any, either, but we shouldn’t need any; I’m on the pill,” she explained.
His exhaled deeply. “That’s a relief. Not that I don’t want to make babies with you, because any kid of ours would be so beautiful and smart; but I haven’t really given it much thought until today, and --”
“Clark?”
“Yeah?”
She grinned. “Shut up and kiss me.”
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Chapter 5