Servatis a Maleficum (Six/?)
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Much credit to Robyn for this part, as she gave me a lesson in writing fluff. Thanks, girl! *hugs* :D
Chapter Six
There was a moment of total silence save the flickering of the fire’s flames in the fireplace. His hand still lingered on her arm and she swallowed hard, that simple light touch making her resolve weaken. “Clark, I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she whispered.
“It sounds like a good idea to me.”
A faint smile tugged at her lips at the seriousness of his tone. “We should talk about what’s happening between us. About…what Jor-El said is coming.”
“Yeah.” Clark nodded slightly. “We should, but…not tonight.” He lifted a hand to her face, touching her cheek gently and trailing his fingers down her soft skin.
Chloe’s eyes drifted shut and she leaned into his touch. “Clark…”
“Please. I just…need to be close to you tonight. I don’t mean…you know…I just…I need to hold you.”
She opened her eyes once more and met his gaze, the uncertainty reflecting in her eyes. The pleading look on his face was more than she could handle. She could never deny him. “Okay,” she whispered softly.
He leaned closer and pressed a soft, light kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
Watching as he left, Chloe drew in a breath and let it out slowly, feeling shaken.
Clark returned a moment later, carrying a heavy, warm blanket. He motioned for her to stand up and she did so slowly, biting her lower lip.
He kicked his boots off and moved toward her, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders and pulling her close to him in an embrace.
She didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around his waist, melting against him. His cheek brushed against hers as he nuzzled her neck and she closed her eyes, a soft sigh escaping her.
Clark slid a hand through her hair, touching her as if she was the most precious being on Earth. He slowly pulled away and kissed her forehead, then leaned his head against hers, the shadows from the flickering firelight dancing on their skin.
Chloe pressed a soft kiss against his collarbone, then rested her head there as he held her.
He pulled away just a little, tipping her chin up so he could gaze into her eyes. Then he leaned in and kissed her, a very light, gentle brushing of his lips against hers before reaching out and cupping her face in his hands. His thumbs stroked lightly over her cheekbones, their gazes locked, searching one another. “I’m glad it’s you, Chloe,” he whispered.
“What’s me?” she murmured.
“That I’m married to.”
A flicker of doubt clouded her eyes. “You wouldn’t rather be married to Lana?”
“No,” he answered without hesitation, his voice soft.
She swallowed hard, trying to absorb that in her mind, trying to memorize his expression as he said the words, because deep down she feared in the morning he would regret saying them.
“Come on,” he whispered, leading her to the sofa and laying down, holding his arms out to her.
Chloe hesitantly slipped her shoes off and gracefully slid into his arms as he pulled her on top of him. She closed her eyes, resting her head on his collarbone as he rested his head on top of hers. He pulled the blanket over them and rubbed her back gently in slow, gentle circles.
She relaxed in his arms, listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat as she drifted off to sleep.