Chlark Fanfic: The Perfect Gift, Chapter 16
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Title: The Perfect Gift (a.k.a Five Times Clark got Chloe a Birthday Pressie)
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC-17 for adult themes
Warnings: Adult language
Timeline: Seasons 1 - 5
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Clark attempts to get the perfect birthday present for Chloe, with hilarious results.
Feedback: Oh yeah, baby, right there... J
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 16
A look of pure horror crossed her face as she paled visibly. “Oh. My. GOD.”
“Chloe- ”
“Oh, my GOD!!!”
“I never meant to-”
“How could I have been so stupid?” she cried. “You…oh God, you used me!”
He shook his head. “No, Chloe, it’s not like that-”
She pointed a shaky finger at him. “You took advantage of Lois’s mistake and you pounced on me!”
He gulped. “Okay, I admit it looks bad, but-”
“You never wanted me at all, did you?” she said in a daze. “I shouldn’t really be surprised, though; you never have.”
“Chloe, that’s not true, I do want you!”
“You’re such a liar,” she fumed.
“Chloe, please, just listen-”
“My God, were you that desperate for a fuck that you’d betray one of your best friends, Clark?”
“Chloe, don’t,” he pleaded.
“…or am I assuming too much to think I’m one of your closest friends?” she went on, and smiled bitterly. “I guess a Human Search Engine does not a friendship make, right?”
Her icy words lanced at his heart. “Chloe, you mean the world to me, and despite how it all happened I genuinely wanted to make love to you-”
“Oh, after the opportunity presented itself, sure,” she scoffed.
“Chloe, I promise you, it wasn’t like that-”
“Wasn’t it?” she challenged. “Clark, you never looked my way twice before last night, and all of a sudden you want me?” She gave a harsh laugh and secured the blanket tightly around herself. “How very convenient.”
He shook his head vehemently. “There’s nothing sudden about it, Chloe! I do want you, I’ve wanted you ever since we-” he stopped, knowing he was just about to dig himself into another hole.
Her flinty eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Since we what?” she said, her voice dangerously low. “What else are you hiding from me?”
He ran a nervous hand through his hair. “God help me,” he muttered thickly.
“Since what, Clark?” she yelled.
He took a deep breath. “Since we made out on your birthday last year,” he said quietly.
She stared at him, pain filling her eyes as she shook her head.
“I knew, I always knew you were keeping something from me about that night,” she whispered bitterly. “I mean, my underwear - my torn underwear in your possession was a bit of a giveaway. What exactly did you do to me, Clark?”
He swallowed. “We…got intimate.”
“I’m sorry - we?” she echoed in disbelief. “There’s no ‘we’ about anything we did that night, Clark! All I did was wake up with no underwear and no memory of anything. You, on the other hand, kept my panties as a sick souvenir!”
He winced, seeing how bad it looked from her perspective. “Chloe, please…”
“What did you do, did you rape me?”
“No!” he shouted. “I would never!”
“Then what did you do to me?” she wailed desperately. “What have you been hiding from me for over a year, Clark? I have a right to know!”
He sighed and ran a tired hand through his hair. “We…had oral sex with each other,” he finally whispered. “I went down on you, and…and you did the same to me.”
Understanding dawned in her eyes. “That’s how you knew how to touch me, how to…oh, God.” She clutched herself defensively. “What else?”
“There’s nothing else, I swear to you. That’s everything.”
Chloe fixed him with a harsh glare and tapped one nervous foot on the floor.
“So…” she said slowly, “…you took advantage of me not once, but twice?”
Oh, crap. “I know how it looks, but…”
“What kind of sick bastard are you, Clark?”
“It wasn’t like that, Chloe, I swear!” he insisted, but she wasn’t to be mollified.
“How could you use me like that? You must have known that I wasn’t myself!”
“I was under a spell too, Chloe, we both were!”
“Oh, so now you’ll only do me if you’re under the influence?” she said incredulously, flinging her arms in the air with a mirthless laugh. “This just gets better and better, doesn’t it?”
“You’re twisting my words, Chloe! I can explain!”
She shook her head, her hair flying wildly. “No. I’m tired of your lies, Clark, and I’m tired of you. It’s over; I’m done, and I never want to see you ever again. Goodbye, Clark.” She turned and headed for the door.
“Chloe, no!” Quick as a flash he blurred in front of her, blocking her exit. “I’m not letting you go, Chloe, not like this.”
“Get out of my way!” she growled attempting to sidestep him, but he grabbed her arms.
“You’re not walking away from me Chloe, not this time,” he said grimly.
“Get your hands off me!” she hissed. “I’m walking out of here, Clark, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me!”
“Ya think?” In one swift move he whipped the blanket from her body, leaving her completely naked. Chloe shrieked and tried to cover herself with one hand and snatch the cover back with the other.
“What are you doing? Give it back!” she yelled.
“No way, it’s mine!” he countered.
“How dare you?” she screeched, tugging furiously on the blanket. “Give it back NOW!”
“Nope.” He tossed it over his shoulder and it sailed through the air to the loft. Satisfied, he folded his arms across his broad chest. “Let’s see you walk out now, Chloe.”
“Fine!” she growled, and strode determinedly into the stall where they’d indulged in so much pleasure a few short hours ago. He followed her in to find that she’d retrieved her red teddy, and was pulling it on angrily.
“You do know that thing’s completely see-through, don’t you?” he provided. The only answer he got was an icy stare through narrowed eyes as she strode past him into the front yard.
“Chloe, you’re not gonna reach the end of Hickory Lane in that, let alone stride down Main Street.”
“Watch me.” Despite the tense situation, he couldn’t help staring at her gorgeous backside as she walked out the front gate and headed towards the main road.
Goodness, she was serious about this. Quickly he dragged his mind out of the gutter and back on topic.
“Do you want to get arrested?” he called out. Stiffly she raised her middle finger at him without even turning back.
Clark sighed. At least he could be thankful that the Hubbards, their closest neighbours, were well out of view and earshot of the Kent Farm.
Just as Chloe reached the end of the road, Clark scooped her up and whizzed her back into the barn, setting her down gently.
“Chloe, will you just listen to me, please?” he asked wearily. Once again she ignored him and headed straight for the exit.
She managed another ten steps before Clark grabbed her and deposited her back in the barn again, this time upstairs in the loft.
“Damn it, Clark, haven’t you done enough?” she yelled in exasperation.
“I’m not letting you go anywhere until I’ve spoken to you,” he said stubbornly. “If after I’ve explained myself you still want to leave, then fine; I’ll give you your coat, and you can walk out of my life for good. But please…let me say what I have to say before you make up your mind that you hate me. Okay?”
She was still furious with him, but his humble request seemed to have mellowed her somewhat.
“Could you at least put some clothes on?” she asked grudgingly.
He heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled at her. “I’ll just grab my shorts.”
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Chapter 17…