You Are Red, Violent Red - NC-17 - Kaloe 01/05
Title: You Are Red, Violent Red
Author: shelia452 ivorykiss
Pairing: Kaloe
Rating: NC-17 for liberal use of intoxicants, language and graphic darker sexual imagery.
Spoilers: Exile
Disclaimers: Don’t own them, but if I did, they’d have more fun. The title and little moodlet of this piece are lyrics from MakeDamnSure by Taking Back Sunday.
A/N: Written for the lj drunkfic prompt #258 (Kal gets Chloe drunk) and, well, just because every Chlarksmut writer must have at least one ‘Kaloe/Exile/lost summer’ fic. This is mine. Hope you enjoy!
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You Are Red, Violent Red
November 2006
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a long night spent with your
most obvious weakness...
The bartender placed five shot glasses in front of Chloe, a deft flick of his wrist and golden liquid splashed them full. A salt shaker and a quartered lime completed the tableau. She raised an eyebrow in inquiry.
“You have an admirer.”
Oh.
Okay. Well. That was nice to know, but it didn’t really explain anything.
He had refused her order for rum and coke earlier in the evening, rolling his eyes at her and giving her a virgin cola. Now he grinned at her.
Sorta.
And Chloe couldn’t tell if his smile was a nervous one or a smirk.
Chloe glanced around the nightclub called Atlantis, absently tugging down the hem of her too short skirt, trying to see through the strobing lights and press of gyrating bodies. No one seemed to be watching her and she didn’t see any of her so called friends who had abandoned her within minutes of arriving at this trendy hot spot. She turned back to the bartender, her mouth already pursing with questions, but he had moved away, leaving the bottle on the bar in front of her.
Chloe studied the glasses lined up in a row. What was she supposed to do with all this? Frowning slightly, she reached for the first one when she felt someone suddenly appear behind her. A voice she automatically recognized whispered smoothly against her ear.
“Here, let me show you.”
She tried to turn around but large hands slid down her arms and covered hers. She chewed at her lower lip. Chloe knew those hands, knew them almost as well as her own. Hell, she had dreamed about those hands on a nightly basis for years. Light sparked on the dark red stone embedded in the heavy gold ring he wore.
Ah, so that’s where the class ring went, Chloe thought as he lifted her hand and brought her wrist to her mouth.
“Lick,” he commanded.
And before Chloe could realize what she’d done, she had licked her wrist. He sprinkled salt on her wet skin.
“Again.”
Chloe tasted salt, then a wedge of lime was pressed against her lips.
“Bite. Suck.”
She bit into the wedge; sour juice squirted into her mouth.
The shot glass was tilted against her lips.
“Swallow.”
The golden liquid burned. Burned her mouth, her tongue, causing her to gasp as it blazed a fiery trail down her throat, and then he was slamming the glass upside down on the bar and picking up the salt shaker as he pressed her wrist to her lips again.
He repeated his earlier commands and by the time the third glass touched her lips, heat had spread throughout her body and she had to lean back against him to keep from falling off her barstool.
He pressed the fourth glass to her lips and she drank. She could feel him, warm, hard, and unmistakably male, pressing against her. Chloe took a deep breath and shuddered.
Fuck, she could smell him.
He smelled like he always did; a musky, drowsy echo of bright summer sun and rain drenched fields that never failed to leave her weak in the knees.
And now, all of that was shaded with something more. Something dark, powerful and heady and masculine, shadowed, sharpened the smell of sunlight and earth and made her body tremble from more than the alcohol.
Automatically she brought her wrist to her mouth for the fifth round, but he stopped her.
“No. This one’s mine.”
The world spun as he turned her around on her barstool and the caress of soft leather on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs drew a sigh from her as he settled between her legs, settled liked he belonged, and leaned against her. She could feel him picking up the last shot behind her with one hand.
The world continued to spin for Chloe and her pulse beat in time with the flashing lights, the hard, throbbing music of the nightclub. She was dizzy with alcohol, dizzy with the thumping music and the heady smell of him and she could only watch as he lifted her wrist to his generous mouth, and she couldn’t repress the rush of pure want that shivered through her when he licked her skin.
He skipped the salt and the lime and Chloe could only stare, fascinated by the play of light along the line of his throat as he threw his head back, downing the tequila with practiced ease.
He licked his lips and lowered his head near to hers. Desire was a low burning throb, a moist heat simmering in her belly. Large hands settled on the generous curves of her hips, pulling her towards him, pulling her to the edge of the barstool so she had to clutch at the black silk of his shirt to keep from falling back against the bar.
She looked up into vivid green eyes and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Chloe could feel the hard ridge of his cock through his tight leather pants and she could feel herself becoming even wetter as he rubbed himself against her slowly.
He grinned down at her wolfishly.
“Hello Chloe. Let’s dance.”
She blinked, and then she was in the crush of the dance floor, his big hands firmly on her ass, pulling her up on her toes. Chloe instinctively clutched at his shoulders for balance, then slid her arms around his neck. Her nipples tightened almost painfully in her lace bra as her breasts pressed against his silk clad chest.
She tilted her face slightly to look up at him and Chloe squirmed a bit in his arms, suddenly embarrassed by the rush of heat between her thighs and, because even though she was buzzed, she knew the look on her face bordered on awe.
He was truly the most breathtakingly beautiful man she had ever seen.
The dark hair that wildly framed his chiseled features was highlighted with reflections of blue, of red as the lights around them flashed with the pounding music playing, and it had to be the very same lights that caused his eyes to glow red briefly when she said his name.
“Clark...”
“Kal,” he corrected harshly, “Not Clark. Kal.”
Chloe blinked at him and a giggle escaped her. “Kal?”
Full lips narrowed in annoyance and surely it was the lights that made his eyes blaze red again.
“Chloe.”
His voice was a dark, gruff warning that banished the giggles as suddenly as they had appeared and sent a little shiver down her spine, a sharp throb of desire straight to her sex.
His nostrils flared and a low growl escaped him. Generous lips curved slowly in a grin that was bright white, wicked and sharp.
And if his smile was wicked, his voice was pure sin.
“I can smell how much you want me Chloe. I could always smell how much you wanted me.”
Chloe could feel her face redden and a whimper escaped her as his fingers dug roughly, painfully, into her ass. He ground his hips into hers, moving with the music in an unmistakably sexual rhythm.
One large hand glided up across her back and slid into her hair, fisting, tilting her head back for a kiss.
His mouth was hard, demanding against hers and Chloe had to close her eyes because the world was spinning again, light and sound blurring crazily and the only thing that was real was the feel of his lips against hers, the press of his hot, moist tongue, teasing, tasting, sliding inside her mouth as his strong arms held her against him.
He trailed kisses across her jaw, down her neck and the sharp nip of his teeth against her skin made her gasp and open her eyes.
Chloe blinked, confused.
The bar was gone. The music was gone. Both replaced with a room sparsely decorated with chrome and leather and the harsh rasp of their breaths.
“Clar...”
He pulled back from her as his fist tightened in her hair and she winced.
Chloe licked her lips and glanced around. This was definitely not Atlantis, even though the bottle of tequila that had sat on the bar in front of her was now in his hand.
She was in an apartment.
A trendy, expensive looking apartment with a few pieces of modern furniture scattered about and Chloe could see part of a bed with rumpled, dark silk sheets framed in a wide doorway.
She knew it was more than the alcohol buzzing through her that made her skin itch with the longing to have those sheets sliding against her skin, sliding against her skin as he slid into her. She ached with pure want, and the room threatened to spin again.
She had always wanted him, but this, this was a need.
She swallowed hard and gazed up at him. Drunk or not, she knew it was impossible to get from a bar to an apartment in the blink of an eye.
“Cl...Kal,” she corrected herself. “What is going on?”
He laughed softly as he lowered his head again, his breath warm against her mouth as he whispered, his voice husky and full of dark promise.
“I’m gonna fuck you Chloe, but first… first I’m gonna make you beg.”
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Author: shelia452 ivorykiss
Pairing: Kaloe
Rating: NC-17 for liberal use of intoxicants, language and graphic darker sexual imagery.
Spoilers: Exile
Disclaimers: Don’t own them, but if I did, they’d have more fun. The title and little moodlet of this piece are lyrics from MakeDamnSure by Taking Back Sunday.
A/N: Written for the lj drunkfic prompt #258 (Kal gets Chloe drunk) and, well, just because every Chlarksmut writer must have at least one ‘Kaloe/Exile/lost summer’ fic. This is mine. Hope you enjoy!
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You Are Red, Violent Red
November 2006
********
a long night spent with your
most obvious weakness...
The bartender placed five shot glasses in front of Chloe, a deft flick of his wrist and golden liquid splashed them full. A salt shaker and a quartered lime completed the tableau. She raised an eyebrow in inquiry.
“You have an admirer.”
Oh.
Okay. Well. That was nice to know, but it didn’t really explain anything.
He had refused her order for rum and coke earlier in the evening, rolling his eyes at her and giving her a virgin cola. Now he grinned at her.
Sorta.
And Chloe couldn’t tell if his smile was a nervous one or a smirk.
Chloe glanced around the nightclub called Atlantis, absently tugging down the hem of her too short skirt, trying to see through the strobing lights and press of gyrating bodies. No one seemed to be watching her and she didn’t see any of her so called friends who had abandoned her within minutes of arriving at this trendy hot spot. She turned back to the bartender, her mouth already pursing with questions, but he had moved away, leaving the bottle on the bar in front of her.
Chloe studied the glasses lined up in a row. What was she supposed to do with all this? Frowning slightly, she reached for the first one when she felt someone suddenly appear behind her. A voice she automatically recognized whispered smoothly against her ear.
“Here, let me show you.”
She tried to turn around but large hands slid down her arms and covered hers. She chewed at her lower lip. Chloe knew those hands, knew them almost as well as her own. Hell, she had dreamed about those hands on a nightly basis for years. Light sparked on the dark red stone embedded in the heavy gold ring he wore.
Ah, so that’s where the class ring went, Chloe thought as he lifted her hand and brought her wrist to her mouth.
“Lick,” he commanded.
And before Chloe could realize what she’d done, she had licked her wrist. He sprinkled salt on her wet skin.
“Again.”
Chloe tasted salt, then a wedge of lime was pressed against her lips.
“Bite. Suck.”
She bit into the wedge; sour juice squirted into her mouth.
The shot glass was tilted against her lips.
“Swallow.”
The golden liquid burned. Burned her mouth, her tongue, causing her to gasp as it blazed a fiery trail down her throat, and then he was slamming the glass upside down on the bar and picking up the salt shaker as he pressed her wrist to her lips again.
He repeated his earlier commands and by the time the third glass touched her lips, heat had spread throughout her body and she had to lean back against him to keep from falling off her barstool.
He pressed the fourth glass to her lips and she drank. She could feel him, warm, hard, and unmistakably male, pressing against her. Chloe took a deep breath and shuddered.
Fuck, she could smell him.
He smelled like he always did; a musky, drowsy echo of bright summer sun and rain drenched fields that never failed to leave her weak in the knees.
And now, all of that was shaded with something more. Something dark, powerful and heady and masculine, shadowed, sharpened the smell of sunlight and earth and made her body tremble from more than the alcohol.
Automatically she brought her wrist to her mouth for the fifth round, but he stopped her.
“No. This one’s mine.”
The world spun as he turned her around on her barstool and the caress of soft leather on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs drew a sigh from her as he settled between her legs, settled liked he belonged, and leaned against her. She could feel him picking up the last shot behind her with one hand.
The world continued to spin for Chloe and her pulse beat in time with the flashing lights, the hard, throbbing music of the nightclub. She was dizzy with alcohol, dizzy with the thumping music and the heady smell of him and she could only watch as he lifted her wrist to his generous mouth, and she couldn’t repress the rush of pure want that shivered through her when he licked her skin.
He skipped the salt and the lime and Chloe could only stare, fascinated by the play of light along the line of his throat as he threw his head back, downing the tequila with practiced ease.
He licked his lips and lowered his head near to hers. Desire was a low burning throb, a moist heat simmering in her belly. Large hands settled on the generous curves of her hips, pulling her towards him, pulling her to the edge of the barstool so she had to clutch at the black silk of his shirt to keep from falling back against the bar.
She looked up into vivid green eyes and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Chloe could feel the hard ridge of his cock through his tight leather pants and she could feel herself becoming even wetter as he rubbed himself against her slowly.
He grinned down at her wolfishly.
“Hello Chloe. Let’s dance.”
She blinked, and then she was in the crush of the dance floor, his big hands firmly on her ass, pulling her up on her toes. Chloe instinctively clutched at his shoulders for balance, then slid her arms around his neck. Her nipples tightened almost painfully in her lace bra as her breasts pressed against his silk clad chest.
She tilted her face slightly to look up at him and Chloe squirmed a bit in his arms, suddenly embarrassed by the rush of heat between her thighs and, because even though she was buzzed, she knew the look on her face bordered on awe.
He was truly the most breathtakingly beautiful man she had ever seen.
The dark hair that wildly framed his chiseled features was highlighted with reflections of blue, of red as the lights around them flashed with the pounding music playing, and it had to be the very same lights that caused his eyes to glow red briefly when she said his name.
“Clark...”
“Kal,” he corrected harshly, “Not Clark. Kal.”
Chloe blinked at him and a giggle escaped her. “Kal?”
Full lips narrowed in annoyance and surely it was the lights that made his eyes blaze red again.
“Chloe.”
His voice was a dark, gruff warning that banished the giggles as suddenly as they had appeared and sent a little shiver down her spine, a sharp throb of desire straight to her sex.
His nostrils flared and a low growl escaped him. Generous lips curved slowly in a grin that was bright white, wicked and sharp.
And if his smile was wicked, his voice was pure sin.
“I can smell how much you want me Chloe. I could always smell how much you wanted me.”
Chloe could feel her face redden and a whimper escaped her as his fingers dug roughly, painfully, into her ass. He ground his hips into hers, moving with the music in an unmistakably sexual rhythm.
One large hand glided up across her back and slid into her hair, fisting, tilting her head back for a kiss.
His mouth was hard, demanding against hers and Chloe had to close her eyes because the world was spinning again, light and sound blurring crazily and the only thing that was real was the feel of his lips against hers, the press of his hot, moist tongue, teasing, tasting, sliding inside her mouth as his strong arms held her against him.
He trailed kisses across her jaw, down her neck and the sharp nip of his teeth against her skin made her gasp and open her eyes.
Chloe blinked, confused.
The bar was gone. The music was gone. Both replaced with a room sparsely decorated with chrome and leather and the harsh rasp of their breaths.
“Clar...”
He pulled back from her as his fist tightened in her hair and she winced.
Chloe licked her lips and glanced around. This was definitely not Atlantis, even though the bottle of tequila that had sat on the bar in front of her was now in his hand.
She was in an apartment.
A trendy, expensive looking apartment with a few pieces of modern furniture scattered about and Chloe could see part of a bed with rumpled, dark silk sheets framed in a wide doorway.
She knew it was more than the alcohol buzzing through her that made her skin itch with the longing to have those sheets sliding against her skin, sliding against her skin as he slid into her. She ached with pure want, and the room threatened to spin again.
She had always wanted him, but this, this was a need.
She swallowed hard and gazed up at him. Drunk or not, she knew it was impossible to get from a bar to an apartment in the blink of an eye.
“Cl...Kal,” she corrected herself. “What is going on?”
He laughed softly as he lowered his head again, his breath warm against her mouth as he whispered, his voice husky and full of dark promise.
“I’m gonna fuck you Chloe, but first… first I’m gonna make you beg.”
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