Chlark Fanfic: Undercover Lover, Chapter 1
Title: Undercover Lover
Author: babydee1
Artists: go_clo & purple_moon123
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 28,000 words
Warnings: Smut, Exhibitionist!fic
Timeline: Season 7; after Persona
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Clark & Chloe get intimate. But it’s all for the story. Really. ;)
Feedback: …always welcome. :)
Synopsis: As part of their investigation into a Metropolis-based drug-smuggling ring, Chloe and Clark go undercover as a young, party-loving couple who frequent a popular club. But when feigned sexual interest leads to a genuine intimate encounter, emotional conflict ensues. Trust is tested, and allegiances to existing romantic relationships are questioned. Our dynamic duo must save the day without letting their burgeoning feelings for each other interfere with the very important job at hand; but like everything else with Chloe and Clark, this is far easier said than done. Set in Season 7, after Persona
Written for the 2012 smallvillebbang fanfiction writing challenge.
APPRECIATION
Right! Where do I begin? *gleefully rubs hands together* :)
To my merciless literary whipcracker beta thefallensky, I say a huge, huge thank you for the countless hours of editing you put in and all the advice you offered. It wasn’t always fun, but your honest feedback helped make this work what it is, and I’m really grateful for your candid and forthright input. *hugs*
To my delightful artists purple_moon123 and go_clo, I have nothing but praise and heaps of thanks for letting me grace my story with your handiwork. The initial inspiration for the story stemmed from Rocio’s brilliant black and white banner (those facial expressions said it all!), and a significant amount of story content was inspired by both go_clo’s vibrant red-themed manip and mrs_roy’s prompt for a story earlier in the year, in which she wanted Chlark to enjoy a clandestine relationship.
Last but not least, a world of thanks to twinsarein for organising this wonderful fandom writing project once again. It’s a pleasure to be able to take part, and I hope I speak for us all when I say we greatly appreciate everything you’ve done to make this year’s SVBB a success.
Alright, enough waffling - I promised to keep it short and sweet this year. Without further ado, I give you my latest Chlarky offering, Undercover Lover. Story will also be cross-posted at Two of Us, The Chloe Chronicles and KSite.
Enjoy! :)
Links to Art: Art by purple_moon123 here | Art by go_clo here
Undercover Lover
Chapter 1
“Now remember, Clark,” Chloe reminded him as they walked into Paradisiac, “Just act natural, like you go clubbing all the time with your girlfriend.”
Clark nodded and tightened his arm around Chloe’s waist. His fingers brushed against her warm skin and he swallowed hard, trying to keep his reactions under control. Both of them had come to the club dressed for the part, although Chloe seemed far more committed to the role than he was. Her slinky backless dress was cut with equal daring down the front, plunging so low he glimpsed a flash of belly button. The soft fabric fell to mid-thigh, and her black knee-high boots encased her calves like a second skin.
His throat felt suddenly tight, and he swallowed hard. Right now, his thoughts were very, very far from his girlfriend.
About a month ago, Clark had returned from his impromptu incarceration at the Fortress to discover that Lana had set up house with his evil doppelganger Bizarro in his absence, and that the two of them had been living as a couple the whole time. Lana had in fact admitted that she’d never been happier than when she’d been with him, and in the last four weeks since Bizarro had been destroyed, he hadn’t gone near his girlfriend in bed.
He signed. He supposed he was being a bit hard on her; Bizarro was, after all pretty much identical to him in every way, so it would have been very hard to call. But there were subtle differences in them that Lana should have picked up on. She’d been living on the farm with Clark and sleeping in the same bed with him for months before Bizarro had come long, and she hadn’t realised when the man beside her had changed. For an entire month, she hadn’t even had an inkling.
Chloe, on the other hand, hand known the difference in minutes.
“What are we doing here, anyway?” he asked her, trying to get back on topic.
She rolled her eyes. “I told you, I got a hot tip from my contact at MPD that this club is a front for a narcotics distribution ring,” she replied.
“If they’re that sure of their suspicions, then why do they need you?”
“Cops just can’t go busting into private establishments on a hunch, Clark; they need a little something called a warrant,” she pointed out. “If we catch them in the act, it makes their work a whole lot easier.”
He nodded. “I see.”
“Besides,” she continued, “…it gives us a chance to get all dolled up. And you look good when you’ve made an effort, Clark; you should dress like this more often.”
He smiled. “Thanks. And you look-” He ran his eyes over her from head to toe, his gaze lingering at her shadowy cleavage, shapely thighs and expectant smile.
Fuckable.
“Nice,” he blurted out, and he thought he saw a flash of disappointment in her eyes, but then it disappeared.
“Just nice?” she said, and pouted prettily. “I’m crushed.”
Ha. Good thing she didn’t know the word he’d almost blurted out. His skin felt suddenly warm, and he lifted a hand to release the top button on his shirt.
“Stop fidgeting with your collar, will you?” she admonished, brushing his fingers away. “And try to blend in. These guys can spot law enforcement a mile away.”
He frowned. “But we’re not law enforcement.”
“You know what I mean. Just…relax. Camera’s rollin’.” She surreptitiously pointed to the blinking red light in the top corner.
“Welcome to Paradisiac, may I take you to your table?” said a waitress.
Chloe gave her a winning smile and draped her arm all over Clark’s chest. “Yes, we’re pre-booked for booth seven.”
She led them to a nice, semi-private booth and seated them, then told them she’d be back shortly to take their drinks orders. Chloe smiled and draped her arm over his shoulders. In his semi-aroused state, her light touch caused him to jump a little.
“Christ, will you relax?” she said in exasperation. “Yes, we’re casing the joint, but we don’t have to look like we are.”
“I’m doing my best, but you’re not exactly helping me by nagging,” he pointed out.
“Fine. You want help?” She sidled up to him and pressed her thigh against the length of his.
He stiffened - in more ways than one. “Chloe, what are you-?”
“Just play along,” she whispered, her mouth close to his ear. Her breath on his sensitive skin sent a shiver of arousal through him, and he ground his teeth.
Chloe sighed. “I know you find me repulsive, Clark, but could you maybe try to look at least halfway interested?”
“What?” he exclaimed. “I never said you were-” Her tongue grazed his ear, and his words evaporated into nothingness. An achy tightness began to gather in his groin, intensifying further as her hand slid up his thigh.
“Clark?” she breathed.
She was talking? He could barely even think, let alone talk. “Nnnngh…”
“See that door across the way, over my right shoulder?”
And now she was trying to make sense. Very well; he’d try to keep up.
“Uh-huh…”
“I need you to look through it and tell me what you see.”
It was a cover. Slowly he blinked and reminded himself that they were here undercover, trying to expose a drug-smuggling operation.
Clark narrowed his gaze and focused at the indicated door.
“Anything?” she asked. Her hand slipped between his knees and she palmed his inner thigh.
“Um…” his cock hardened and he wished to God she would move that hand higher… “A fat man smoking a cigar.”
“How cliché,” she purred, and brushed her tongue lightly up the side of his neck as her hand crept further upward on his thigh. “Anthony Zanetti, a.k.a Fat Tony; he’s the club’s owner. See anything else?”
He figured their cover would work better if he actively participated in the seduction, so he placed a hand on her hip and gently squeezed the pliant flesh. God, that felt so good…
“What else do you see, Clark?” she repeated, jarring him out of his languid haze.
He studied the room again. “Couple of hangers-on…groupies, sharing his cigarette, and there are some guys by the door that-oh, my God. Chloe - they have guns; loaded guns!”
“I knew it. What else can you see?” She trailed her fingers dangerously higher, and his cock jerked as she hooked one leg between his thighs.
“A suitcase in the corner, filled with cash,” he said tightly as her leg slid up between his, merely centimetres from where he desperately needed to feel some pressure. “Lots of it.”
“Which means they’re definitely expecting a drop-off tonight,” she whispered, and took his earlobe between her teeth and sucked.
Fuck.
He gritted his teeth and fought back a moan as the gentle pressure of her mouth on the soft flesh caused a certain part of him to harden painfully.
“Chloe…” he gasped.
“Good work, Clark,” she murmured. “Keep an eye on that door for me, ‘kay?”
And to his complete surprise she lifted herself off of him and headed straight for the ladies’ room.
***
She barely made it to the bathroom before collapsing weakly against the door.
Chloe took several deep breaths and held a hand to her lower belly in a vain attempt to stop the gnawing ache of arousal that was building in her stomach. She’d expected a reaction when she’d made the decision to crawl all over Clark and mock-seduce him; but never in her wildest dreams did she think it would be that instant, or that strong. God, he’d make her so aroused she pretty much needed a fresh change of underwear.
Calm down, she told herself sternly. It was all a cover. Regardless of how much he turned her on, she needed to remind herself that it was all one-sided. Clark didn’t want her, no matter how wet her panties got. She should know; she got aroused every single time he leaned over her shoulder and she got a whiff of that earthy, all-male scent of him.
She straightened and made her way over to the nearest mirror. Her reflection was an outward manifestation of her inner turmoil, her lips flushed and her pupils clearly dilated. She couldn’t go back out there looking like that, with the evidence of her desire and need for Clark written all over her face.
With a shaky hand she turned on the tap and splashed cold water over her face, then blotted it dry with a towel and swiftly reapplied her make-up. When she was done, she glanced at her watch and decided to wait for a further five minutes until her body was completely under control.
***
Clark stared at Chloe’s retreating form, his gaze trained squarely on her delectably swaying behind. Only when she was safely beyond the doors of the ladies’ bathroom did he exhale loudly.
He stared down at his lap and gingerly pressed a hand to the throbbing erection straining against his slacks. He was rock-hard, and so turned on that he could feel the dampness in his shorts from the surge of moisture that had seeped out of him when Chloe had sucked on his ear.
Jesus, but he really shouldn’t be feeling like this about Chloe. She was his friend, his best friend, and she trusted him not to react inappropriately when they were supposed to be undercover. And there was also the small matter of his girlfriend, Lana, who incidentally was also one of Chloe’s best friends.
Lana. Technically she was the only person he was supposed to be attracted to, but ever since she’d been with Bizarro, his ardour towards her had cooled considerably. They still shared a bed, but there was absolutely nothing happening in it. The thought of his evil double getting intimate with her…
…actually didn’t bother him so much, he realised. In all honesty, he hadn’t really thought about the sex aspect of the betrayal until now, and he wasn’t as cut up about it as he thought he’d be. In fact, he wasn’t cut up at all. His and Lana’s sexual relationship hadn’t been all that fantastic to begin with, but having had no frame of reference, he’d thought she was the best he could ever get.
Until this evening, when Chloe had squeezed his thigh and sucked on his ear and inadvertently shown him everything he’d been missing. His reaction to her had been so intense, he was still stunned by it.
And still incredibly hard, he thought wryly. He considered making a quick trip to the bathroom to sort it out, but the door to the ladies’ bathroom opened and Chloe emerged.
He took a deep breath and counted backwards from ten as to compose himself as she strode towards him. It was fairly dark in the club hall; hopefully she wouldn’t notice the sizable bulge in his lap.
***
Chapter 2…