You Are Red, Violent Red - NC-17 - Kaloe 4b/05
You Are Red, Violent Red
4b
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Chloe didn’t know how long she had slept after Clark had took solace in her body, but her thighs were still wet and sticky. Her whole body ached, her head throbbed furiously and she really needed to get to the bathroom before too much longer.
He had moved back from her some, but his arm was still draped across her, his hand curled possessively around her hip.
She turned her head and looked at him. Even through the muted shadows of the darkened room she could make out the mess of dark curls and his chiseled features. She couldn’t help but smile in wonder at the sheer masculine beauty of him. He had been blessed with a face and a body that would put any painting of a Greek god to shame.
Asleep or awake no mortal had the right to look that good.
When she tried to move away from him, he frowned slightly and murmured in his sleep. Muttering her name, along with a few guttural noises that sounded vaguely like words to her, but it was possibly just the pounding of her head that made her think that.
She managed to slip from his grasp and he rolled away from her with a small sigh of displeasure, absently putting his hands under his pillow as he continued to sleep.
Chloe winced as she sat up.
She stood up gingerly, amazed at how the world wanted to spin. Her legs were weak and trembling and the pounding in her head was making her nauseous.
Chloe walked around the huge bed carefully, slowly heading for what she earnestly hoped was the bathroom.
She cried out when she stepped on something cold and hard. Chloe bent carefully and picked up the offending object. Red glowed dully in the dim light.
It was a ring. A class ring.
The class ring that Clark had obviously stolen from her desk at the Torch before he had left Smallville. The class ring that had been on his hand all night long, except for the last time he had touched her.
Why he would throw it at the foot of the bed she hadn’t a clue, but she wasn’t leaving it there to step on again. Chloe limped around the bed and placed it on his nightstand.
She opened the first door she came to and Chloe fumbled at the wall for the light switch, happy she had found the bathroom and not a closet.
Bright light reflected off a huge mirror that took up the wall above a sink. She squinted as she shut the door, the light seeming to bounce around a room made entirely of glaringly white tile, glossy porcelain and shiny chrome fixtures.
There was a small pile of hand towels next to the sink and Chloe grabbed one and shoved it under the faucet. She turned on the tap, thoroughly wetting the soft terry cloth before turning it off.
Her whole body ached and her head throbbed painfully. Thankfully her nausea seemed to be abating and as she started to bring the wet cloth to her face she glanced at herself in the mirror and gasped, dropping the towel in shock. She brought her hand to her mouth, taking a couple of steps back from the mirror.
In the harsh light she looked pale. Huge eyes staring back at her, haunted by something she refused to name. Chloe explored her bruised and swollen lips with her fingertips as she let her eyes and fingers drift lower, studying herself in the mirror.
Large, fingertip shaped ovals dotted her hips; her breasts were heavy and tight, nipples swollen and tender to the touch. She had a bite on the side of one breast; there was even one on her inner thigh she didn’t quite remember getting there.
Chloe turned slightly and looked at her backside. A hand shaped bruise marked one buttock, and there were more oval marks on her hips and ass.
She could see part of an odd outline marking her back. It almost looked like a sunburn, but it didn’t feel quite like one. She bit her lip as she remembered how his chest, sliding against her skin had always seemed hotter than the rest of him. So hot, in fact, the last time they made love it had felt like it was scalding her.
She couldn’t see much more than a vague angle and a couple of curves so she gave up trying to see all of it, slowly turning back around.
Her shoulders and neck were jeweled with purpling love bites and Chloe shivered as she traced the s-shaped welt that ran down her neck. With sharp teeth and strong hands he had marked her body his, but that wasn’t the only way one could be owned.
She was already addicted the feel of him sliding into her.
Addicted to his little growls of pleasure. Addicted to the feel of his lips, his teeth, sharp and demanding, or soft and reverent against her skin. Addicted to the way he breathed her name and the helpless stuttering of his hips just before he came.
The remembrance of the desolation in his voice as he moved within her broke her already shattered heart anew. He had marked her soul as surely as he had marked her body.
He may be having fun here in Metropolis, but he was not happy.
Clark obviously wanted to go home and she was going to do everything she could to get him to go back there.
His parents needed him and Pete missed him terribly. At first, Pete had called her daily, wanting her to drop everything and go hunting for Clark with him. He couldn’t understand her reluctance and it broke her heart, but she just couldn’t tell him that she had made a deal with the devil and that it was just safer for Clark if she feigned disinterest in his whereabouts.
Lionel Luthor was way too interested in a simple farmboy from a small Kansas town and she had learned the hard way that a Luthor’s interest wasn’t a good thing.
Chloe chewed at her bottom lip until it stung. But they weren’t the only ones looking for Clark. There was Lana, there was always Lana.
Lana, who pined oh so prettily and well gosh didn’t everyone feel so sorry for the poor sweet little girl who was left behind. Left behind by her own fucking choice, mind you. Lana who had made damn sure Clark had always looked her way, even when she didn’t want him.
Chloe sighed at her own viciousness, and scrubbed at her face with the wet towel before wringing it out and leaving it beside the sink.
She had totally fooled herself into thinking she didn’t care anymore. She wasn’t over him by any stretch of the imagination and after all that had happened tonight, she was pretty sure that being over him was never gonna happen in this lifetime.
She took one last look at herself before opening the bathroom door slowly and an arc of light fell across the bed. He frowned slightly and rolled away from the bright light, dark silk sheets slipping low on his waist as he moved, sprawling out on his belly.
Chloe stood there for a long moment and just watched him breathe before turning the light off. She walked carefully back to the bed and slipped in beside him.
He moved again restlessly in his sleep and draped his arm heavily across her, murmuring baby as he pulled her close.
Chloe yawned tiredly as she snuggled closer to him, slipping her own arm around him, thinking on what she would say to him when he awoke.
She never even noticed the ring missing from the nightstand.
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