Bound By Kryptonite- AU Smallville Fanfic
Title: Bound By Kryptonite
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Chlark; a slight mention of Clana
Spoilers: Mortal, Hidden, Lexmas
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: Chloe gets tired of the teasing and decides to do something about it.
Warnings: READ: This is for mature audiences only. To be blunt, it's smutty, people. If you're not into that, then don't read. Other than that, there's a bit of strong language. You have been warned.
Notes: Takes place after Lexmas (as indicated in the story), and a couple weeks before Fanatic.
Chloe stared down at the greenish-colored pieces of rope in her hand, and took a long, deep breath.
"This is no time to chicken out or worry about regrets, Sullivan." She told herself.
She'd been sitting in her car in front of the Kent house for nearly ten minutes, contemplating what she was about to do. She was surprised Clark hadn't come out by now.
She sighed as she thought back to a few days before.
On Christmas, Chloe had stayed much later than everyone else, and was left alone in the barn talking to Clark. They had started talking about what they were grateful to have this Christmas, and he'd said her. He'd hugged her then, and the next thing she knew, he'd kissed her. Not on the cheek, not on the forehead. On her lips, fully. And it wasn't just a little peck. It was hard, and it was deep, and she could have sworn she felt his tongue touch her bottom lip. It only lasted for a minute, and he'd backed away, of course, blushing and apologizing, and blushing some more. She had been able to tell that, in that moment, he'd wanted her.
And as the few days passed, she couldn't help but think about it. Ultimately, only that morning, she'd decided to do something about it, and show him what he was missing. She knew that he'd never agree to make love to her. But she figured out a way to give him no choice but to want to.
She took another breath as she stared down at the ropes, and then finally got out of the car.
It was late, and she knew Mr. and Mrs. Kent had probably already gone to bed. Clark, on the other hand, was sometimes a nightowl when he knew he didn't have class the next day.
As she peeped into the little window on the front door, she spied him walking across the room, and tapped on the door, stuffing the green ropes into her pocket.
The knocking seemed to surprise him, but he went over and answered immediately.
"Chloe. Hey. What's up?" His brow furrowed. "You're here late."
"Yeah... uh... sorry about that." She sounded nervous, and he noticed.
"Chloe, are you okay?" he asked, touching her shoulders.
A tingle shot up her spine, and her blue eyes met his vibrant bluish-green ones. "Um... I'm fine. Would you mind if we went out to the barn to talk?"
"Sure..." He nodded slowly, looking puzzled, and led her out the door.
Once they were there, she pulled him up to the loft, and as he sat on the little makeshift bed he had up there, her eyes wandered around the barn, trying to recall where he kept the emergency kryptonite.
"Chloe?" His voice snapped her attention back to him. "What'd you wanna talk about?"
"Um... could you close your eyes for a minute?" Her question caused him to raise and eyebrow, and she smiled sweetly at him. "I have a late Christmas present for you."
He stared at her for a long moment, then finally shut his eyes.
She looked around again, and remembered where the Kryptonite was. She brought it out in a hurry, and in the moment Clark felt his deadly rays, she lightly tapped him in the back of the head with it, and it immediately knocked him out. He started to fall forward, but she caught him and shoved him backward against the bed, using all the strength she could muster.
She moved onto the bed, straddling him. "I'm sorry, Clark." The words were whispered as she put the Kryptonite back into its case.
Ten minutes later, Clark awoke feeling weak and disoriented, but not as weak as before. He realized his shirt was gone, leaving him laying on the bed in only his sweatpants and boxers. Suddenly, to his surprise, he realized that he couldn't move his arms. He looked up, and his jaw dropped when he saw his wrists were tied together and to part of the wooden railing behind the bed. The rope that bound him was an eerie green color, and he realized that's what was making him weak.
"Ch- Chloe?" he muttered, and she stepped into view, looking more than a little timid. "What... what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry, Clark." she repeated. "This is hurting me more than it's hurting you." She sat on the edge of the bed, next to his legs.
"Why are you doing this?" His eyes pleaded with hers.
"I... I've wanted you fro as long as I can remember, Clark." The admission caused her to look down in embarrassment. "And on Christmas, I saw the look in your eyes. I know you wanted me."
He bit his lip, not denying it, or admitting it, and jumped when her hand came to rest on his knee.
"Despite that... I know there's no way you'd ever make love to me." She looked up at him finally, and the pain in her face was all too obvious. They both knew it was true, and knew the reason why. "This is the only way, and it has to happen. I can't take it anymore."
He glanced up at the ropes, then back at her. "These are made out of Kryptonite, aren't they?"
She nodded. "Partially."
"Chloe..." He shook his head. "You know it'll kill me."
She shook her own head. "No... I diluted it down. The liquefied meteor rock is mixed with water, and then I soaked the ropes in it. It may have turned them green, but there's definitely not enough Kryptonite in it to kill you. It's only enough to weaken you." Her voice was hushed. "So you can't fight me off."
"So... what... you're... gonna rape me?" he murmured, his eyes wide.
"You can't rape the willing." she said boldly, straddling him. "And don't even try to give me those puppy eyes. Not gonna work."
"C-Chloe..." He took in a breath.
"Clark... if you say no, I'll leave you alone." she whispered.
As much as part of him wanted to say it, the word wouldn't leave his mouth. "Chloe... please..."
"Not gonna cut it. It has to be 'NO'." she said firmly, her hand touching the tie of her trench coat.
He swallowed, and could do nothing but watch her as she untied it, and shrugged the coat down her shoulders. What she was wearing underneath wasn't what he expected. She wore a pale pink lacy babydoll, and pair of matching panties.
He shifted uncomfortably underneath her. She was crossing a line she'd never crossed before, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. She was herself this time, and it worried him.
She moved off him, her fingers hooking in the waistband of his sweatpants. He was silent, his eyes fixated on her as she pulled the pants off. She clearly her throat nervously as she dropped them to the floor, then straddled him again.
The second her legs touched his, she looked down and giggled. "Like I said.. I know you want me."
He blushed furiously, and she leaned downward.
"You know... the shyness really is a turn-on... although you don't mean for it to be." She smiled, her fingers brushing his cheek. Her lips met his in a gentle kiss, and she wasn't surprised when he tried to resist. She sighed and pulled back. "This isn't gonna be as fun if you do that." She shook her head, and reached for the bottom of her gown.
The moment it was off, Clark tried to force his eyes shut, telling himself not to look. This was his best friend, and he was taken.
As hard as he tried, his eyes wouldn't stay shut.
The thin, silky material puddled on the floor, and Chloe felt self-conscious. She was no Lana Lang. She'd always thought Lana's body was perfect, and she already knew that she and Clark had...
No. She wasn't going to think of that.
She felt Clark's eyes on her, and she looked up at him. She shifted slightly, her hands falling on his chest, and then gave him a knowing look as she felt his erection grow beneath her. His face burned again, and she giggled loudly.
"Am I turning you on, Clark?" she teased.
His face turned even redder. "You..."
"I what?"
"You... have a really beautiful body."
Her heart and body warmed at his words, as she leaned over him again. Skin touched skin, and he squirmed. She gasped at the contact.
"So do you." she murmured, and brought her lips down to his again. This time, he didn't try to fight her, and in fact, was kissing her back. Her tongue moved over his bottom lip, and his mouth opened freely to her. She moaned into his mouth as she tasted him, her hands gliding up to his cheeks.
She broke the kiss to catch her breath, and he practically whimpered at the loss of her mouth on his.
She pulled back, moving off him. "Last chance." she said hoarsely.
"For what?" His voice had deepened, and she felt herself grow wetter than she already was. She could say for certain now that he had the sexiest voice she'd ever heard.
"To say no." she whispered.
He said nothing, only stared at her, and after a minute of silence, she pulled his boxers off.
She wasn't quite prepared for what she saw, and she coughed loudly. "Well... looks like you've been hiding a LOT from me." He blushed yet again, and she bit her lip to keep from laughing.
One hand timidly reached out to touch him, and he sucked in air, his entire body seeming to tense up.
He was rock hard and hot, and she shivered with anticipation.
Her panties soon fell into the pile of clothes beside the bed, and when she straddled him again, they both moaned at the hot contact.
Her hands wandered up his stomach and chest, and his eyes suddenly stared into hers. "Oh, Chloe... please..." His words were desperate. He was begging her to take him. He wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.
"Tell me you want me." she demanded. "I wanna hear you say it."
"I want you, Chloe." The words spilled from his lips. "I want you so bad, it hurts."
Tears met her eyes, but she forced them back. He'd finally admitted it. It was a start.
She reached between them, positioning him where she wanted him, and then slowly, carefully lowered herself over him. She gasped at the intrusion, and her eyes flew wide. He moaned, feeling himself lodged deep inside her, and when he opened his eyes, he bit his lip.
"You okay?" he managed to get out, wondering if he'd hurt her very much... despite the fact she was the one who had initiated the contact.
"Yeah... I... I'm fine." A light laugh came from her, and she shut her eyes, savoring the feeling of being completely filled by him. Her hands moved over his chest, brushing over his nipples, his hips raised involuntarily, causing her to moan.
She slowly started to move over him, each movement eliciting a little noise deep in her throat.
He groaned softly, his hips lifting towards hers, and she bit her lip, trying to keep some sort of control. She wanted to make this last as long as she possibly could.
She paused a moment, leaving him deep inside her, and leaned over him again.
"I never dreamed you'd feel THIS good." she whispered with a hoarse giggle, then kissed him hard on the lips.
He moaned against her mouth, his hips raising somewhat, his body pleading with hers.
She broke the kiss, leaving her breath on his lips. "Please... stop that. I wanna savor every single second of this." Her fingers traced his bottom lip, and he nodded slowly. She kissed him softly then, then pulled herself back up.
"Chloe...?" he whispered, and her eyes met his again.
"Yeah?"
"Will you please untie me?"
The tone in his voice showed that he was begging.
"Clark..." she started, brow furrowed. If she untied him, he'd want to stop.
"I wanna touch you." he whispered, his cheeks blazing again.
She sighed, going against her better judgment, and leaned over, untying his hands from the wood.
As she slowly started to untie the ropes from his wrists, she didn't realize that her breasts were practically in his face. She shivered and let out a little moan when she felt his lips on one of them.
His hands fell free, and she dropped the ropes beside them as a precaution.
He immediately sat up, though he was still feeling weak, and wound his arms around her. His lips slammed against hers, and she gasped in surprise. His mouth pulled away from hers after only a few moments, and moved down, over her throat. He seemed down right desperate for her, and that surprised her greatly. He planted a kiss between her breasts, and her fingers threaded in his hair. His tongue raked over one of her nipples, and she practically yelped, her back arching, accidentally shoving the hardened little peak into his mouth. She whimpered helplessly as his mouth clung to her, and it felt so good, she nearly began to cry. He very suddenly stopped his movements, looking up at her.
His eyes were glazed over in desire, and his lips were red and swollen from his exploration. Her hands slowly found his cheeks, bringing his mouth to hers, and she started moving her hips against his again.
She felt her climax drawing near, and pulled her head back to look at him. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was close, too, and started to move just a little faster.
He groaned loudly, his face falling against her chest as he lost himself deep within her.
His moment of relief seemed to trigger hers, and she shattered over him a few seconds later, nearly whimpering, so close to tears.
He fell backward on the little bed, breathing heavily, and she fell on top of him, shivering against his chest. She tenderly pressed a kiss to the middle of his chest, and one of his arms slid limply back around her.
She moved off him, curling up next to him, against his side. Her head leaned against his shoulder, and she sighed, still feeling as high as a kite.
Once she'd calmed down a bit, she looked up at him.
"I wonder if all Kryptonians could give a girl an orgasm like that?" She broke into giggles, and he rolled his eyes at her. She caught a glimpse of his watch, and saw that it was after two. "I better go." she whispered.
He didn't really want her to, and it showed in his face, but he knew she had to.
She stood on wobbly legs, picking up the ropes as she did, and moved over to pick up her clothes.
As she dressed, he felt his strength return, the Kryptonite in the ropes unable to harm him now because of the distance. He sat up on the side of the bed, and reached for his boxers. His mind cleared a little more as he put them on, and he looked up at her as she stepped toward him.
She touched his cheek. "I'm sorry." she whispered.
"Don't be." he murmured. "That was incredible."
"I'm sorry I used the Kryptonite on you." She exhaled. "But I felt like I had to."
He nodded slowly. "I understand. I forgive you."
She smiled, getting on her knees in front of him, and then leaned up slightly, pulling him toward her. Their lips met again, gently, and then she backed away, standing.
"I'll see you later, Clark." she whispered, and then made her way out of the barn.
He reached for the remainder of his clothes, and it was only then that he thought about Lana.
"Damn it." he muttered, but then suddenly realized that he had no regrets. He didn't regret what had just happened with Chloe. And that confused him.
Chloe kept taking deep breaths as she got into her car.
She still felt a tingle in her stomach, and her legs were still feeling weak. She almost wondered if what had just happened had all just been some wonderful dream, but knew it wasn't, because she could close her eyes and still feel him inside her.
She bit her lip and started the car, her mind racing.
A small smile covered her lips.
"God, I hope that happens again!"
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Chlark; a slight mention of Clana
Spoilers: Mortal, Hidden, Lexmas
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: Chloe gets tired of the teasing and decides to do something about it.
Warnings: READ: This is for mature audiences only. To be blunt, it's smutty, people. If you're not into that, then don't read. Other than that, there's a bit of strong language. You have been warned.
Notes: Takes place after Lexmas (as indicated in the story), and a couple weeks before Fanatic.
Chloe stared down at the greenish-colored pieces of rope in her hand, and took a long, deep breath.
"This is no time to chicken out or worry about regrets, Sullivan." She told herself.
She'd been sitting in her car in front of the Kent house for nearly ten minutes, contemplating what she was about to do. She was surprised Clark hadn't come out by now.
She sighed as she thought back to a few days before.
On Christmas, Chloe had stayed much later than everyone else, and was left alone in the barn talking to Clark. They had started talking about what they were grateful to have this Christmas, and he'd said her. He'd hugged her then, and the next thing she knew, he'd kissed her. Not on the cheek, not on the forehead. On her lips, fully. And it wasn't just a little peck. It was hard, and it was deep, and she could have sworn she felt his tongue touch her bottom lip. It only lasted for a minute, and he'd backed away, of course, blushing and apologizing, and blushing some more. She had been able to tell that, in that moment, he'd wanted her.
And as the few days passed, she couldn't help but think about it. Ultimately, only that morning, she'd decided to do something about it, and show him what he was missing. She knew that he'd never agree to make love to her. But she figured out a way to give him no choice but to want to.
She took another breath as she stared down at the ropes, and then finally got out of the car.
It was late, and she knew Mr. and Mrs. Kent had probably already gone to bed. Clark, on the other hand, was sometimes a nightowl when he knew he didn't have class the next day.
As she peeped into the little window on the front door, she spied him walking across the room, and tapped on the door, stuffing the green ropes into her pocket.
The knocking seemed to surprise him, but he went over and answered immediately.
"Chloe. Hey. What's up?" His brow furrowed. "You're here late."
"Yeah... uh... sorry about that." She sounded nervous, and he noticed.
"Chloe, are you okay?" he asked, touching her shoulders.
A tingle shot up her spine, and her blue eyes met his vibrant bluish-green ones. "Um... I'm fine. Would you mind if we went out to the barn to talk?"
"Sure..." He nodded slowly, looking puzzled, and led her out the door.
Once they were there, she pulled him up to the loft, and as he sat on the little makeshift bed he had up there, her eyes wandered around the barn, trying to recall where he kept the emergency kryptonite.
"Chloe?" His voice snapped her attention back to him. "What'd you wanna talk about?"
"Um... could you close your eyes for a minute?" Her question caused him to raise and eyebrow, and she smiled sweetly at him. "I have a late Christmas present for you."
He stared at her for a long moment, then finally shut his eyes.
She looked around again, and remembered where the Kryptonite was. She brought it out in a hurry, and in the moment Clark felt his deadly rays, she lightly tapped him in the back of the head with it, and it immediately knocked him out. He started to fall forward, but she caught him and shoved him backward against the bed, using all the strength she could muster.
She moved onto the bed, straddling him. "I'm sorry, Clark." The words were whispered as she put the Kryptonite back into its case.
Ten minutes later, Clark awoke feeling weak and disoriented, but not as weak as before. He realized his shirt was gone, leaving him laying on the bed in only his sweatpants and boxers. Suddenly, to his surprise, he realized that he couldn't move his arms. He looked up, and his jaw dropped when he saw his wrists were tied together and to part of the wooden railing behind the bed. The rope that bound him was an eerie green color, and he realized that's what was making him weak.
"Ch- Chloe?" he muttered, and she stepped into view, looking more than a little timid. "What... what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry, Clark." she repeated. "This is hurting me more than it's hurting you." She sat on the edge of the bed, next to his legs.
"Why are you doing this?" His eyes pleaded with hers.
"I... I've wanted you fro as long as I can remember, Clark." The admission caused her to look down in embarrassment. "And on Christmas, I saw the look in your eyes. I know you wanted me."
He bit his lip, not denying it, or admitting it, and jumped when her hand came to rest on his knee.
"Despite that... I know there's no way you'd ever make love to me." She looked up at him finally, and the pain in her face was all too obvious. They both knew it was true, and knew the reason why. "This is the only way, and it has to happen. I can't take it anymore."
He glanced up at the ropes, then back at her. "These are made out of Kryptonite, aren't they?"
She nodded. "Partially."
"Chloe..." He shook his head. "You know it'll kill me."
She shook her own head. "No... I diluted it down. The liquefied meteor rock is mixed with water, and then I soaked the ropes in it. It may have turned them green, but there's definitely not enough Kryptonite in it to kill you. It's only enough to weaken you." Her voice was hushed. "So you can't fight me off."
"So... what... you're... gonna rape me?" he murmured, his eyes wide.
"You can't rape the willing." she said boldly, straddling him. "And don't even try to give me those puppy eyes. Not gonna work."
"C-Chloe..." He took in a breath.
"Clark... if you say no, I'll leave you alone." she whispered.
As much as part of him wanted to say it, the word wouldn't leave his mouth. "Chloe... please..."
"Not gonna cut it. It has to be 'NO'." she said firmly, her hand touching the tie of her trench coat.
He swallowed, and could do nothing but watch her as she untied it, and shrugged the coat down her shoulders. What she was wearing underneath wasn't what he expected. She wore a pale pink lacy babydoll, and pair of matching panties.
He shifted uncomfortably underneath her. She was crossing a line she'd never crossed before, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. She was herself this time, and it worried him.
She moved off him, her fingers hooking in the waistband of his sweatpants. He was silent, his eyes fixated on her as she pulled the pants off. She clearly her throat nervously as she dropped them to the floor, then straddled him again.
The second her legs touched his, she looked down and giggled. "Like I said.. I know you want me."
He blushed furiously, and she leaned downward.
"You know... the shyness really is a turn-on... although you don't mean for it to be." She smiled, her fingers brushing his cheek. Her lips met his in a gentle kiss, and she wasn't surprised when he tried to resist. She sighed and pulled back. "This isn't gonna be as fun if you do that." She shook her head, and reached for the bottom of her gown.
The moment it was off, Clark tried to force his eyes shut, telling himself not to look. This was his best friend, and he was taken.
As hard as he tried, his eyes wouldn't stay shut.
The thin, silky material puddled on the floor, and Chloe felt self-conscious. She was no Lana Lang. She'd always thought Lana's body was perfect, and she already knew that she and Clark had...
No. She wasn't going to think of that.
She felt Clark's eyes on her, and she looked up at him. She shifted slightly, her hands falling on his chest, and then gave him a knowing look as she felt his erection grow beneath her. His face burned again, and she giggled loudly.
"Am I turning you on, Clark?" she teased.
His face turned even redder. "You..."
"I what?"
"You... have a really beautiful body."
Her heart and body warmed at his words, as she leaned over him again. Skin touched skin, and he squirmed. She gasped at the contact.
"So do you." she murmured, and brought her lips down to his again. This time, he didn't try to fight her, and in fact, was kissing her back. Her tongue moved over his bottom lip, and his mouth opened freely to her. She moaned into his mouth as she tasted him, her hands gliding up to his cheeks.
She broke the kiss to catch her breath, and he practically whimpered at the loss of her mouth on his.
She pulled back, moving off him. "Last chance." she said hoarsely.
"For what?" His voice had deepened, and she felt herself grow wetter than she already was. She could say for certain now that he had the sexiest voice she'd ever heard.
"To say no." she whispered.
He said nothing, only stared at her, and after a minute of silence, she pulled his boxers off.
She wasn't quite prepared for what she saw, and she coughed loudly. "Well... looks like you've been hiding a LOT from me." He blushed yet again, and she bit her lip to keep from laughing.
One hand timidly reached out to touch him, and he sucked in air, his entire body seeming to tense up.
He was rock hard and hot, and she shivered with anticipation.
Her panties soon fell into the pile of clothes beside the bed, and when she straddled him again, they both moaned at the hot contact.
Her hands wandered up his stomach and chest, and his eyes suddenly stared into hers. "Oh, Chloe... please..." His words were desperate. He was begging her to take him. He wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.
"Tell me you want me." she demanded. "I wanna hear you say it."
"I want you, Chloe." The words spilled from his lips. "I want you so bad, it hurts."
Tears met her eyes, but she forced them back. He'd finally admitted it. It was a start.
She reached between them, positioning him where she wanted him, and then slowly, carefully lowered herself over him. She gasped at the intrusion, and her eyes flew wide. He moaned, feeling himself lodged deep inside her, and when he opened his eyes, he bit his lip.
"You okay?" he managed to get out, wondering if he'd hurt her very much... despite the fact she was the one who had initiated the contact.
"Yeah... I... I'm fine." A light laugh came from her, and she shut her eyes, savoring the feeling of being completely filled by him. Her hands moved over his chest, brushing over his nipples, his hips raised involuntarily, causing her to moan.
She slowly started to move over him, each movement eliciting a little noise deep in her throat.
He groaned softly, his hips lifting towards hers, and she bit her lip, trying to keep some sort of control. She wanted to make this last as long as she possibly could.
She paused a moment, leaving him deep inside her, and leaned over him again.
"I never dreamed you'd feel THIS good." she whispered with a hoarse giggle, then kissed him hard on the lips.
He moaned against her mouth, his hips raising somewhat, his body pleading with hers.
She broke the kiss, leaving her breath on his lips. "Please... stop that. I wanna savor every single second of this." Her fingers traced his bottom lip, and he nodded slowly. She kissed him softly then, then pulled herself back up.
"Chloe...?" he whispered, and her eyes met his again.
"Yeah?"
"Will you please untie me?"
The tone in his voice showed that he was begging.
"Clark..." she started, brow furrowed. If she untied him, he'd want to stop.
"I wanna touch you." he whispered, his cheeks blazing again.
She sighed, going against her better judgment, and leaned over, untying his hands from the wood.
As she slowly started to untie the ropes from his wrists, she didn't realize that her breasts were practically in his face. She shivered and let out a little moan when she felt his lips on one of them.
His hands fell free, and she dropped the ropes beside them as a precaution.
He immediately sat up, though he was still feeling weak, and wound his arms around her. His lips slammed against hers, and she gasped in surprise. His mouth pulled away from hers after only a few moments, and moved down, over her throat. He seemed down right desperate for her, and that surprised her greatly. He planted a kiss between her breasts, and her fingers threaded in his hair. His tongue raked over one of her nipples, and she practically yelped, her back arching, accidentally shoving the hardened little peak into his mouth. She whimpered helplessly as his mouth clung to her, and it felt so good, she nearly began to cry. He very suddenly stopped his movements, looking up at her.
His eyes were glazed over in desire, and his lips were red and swollen from his exploration. Her hands slowly found his cheeks, bringing his mouth to hers, and she started moving her hips against his again.
She felt her climax drawing near, and pulled her head back to look at him. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was close, too, and started to move just a little faster.
He groaned loudly, his face falling against her chest as he lost himself deep within her.
His moment of relief seemed to trigger hers, and she shattered over him a few seconds later, nearly whimpering, so close to tears.
He fell backward on the little bed, breathing heavily, and she fell on top of him, shivering against his chest. She tenderly pressed a kiss to the middle of his chest, and one of his arms slid limply back around her.
She moved off him, curling up next to him, against his side. Her head leaned against his shoulder, and she sighed, still feeling as high as a kite.
Once she'd calmed down a bit, she looked up at him.
"I wonder if all Kryptonians could give a girl an orgasm like that?" She broke into giggles, and he rolled his eyes at her. She caught a glimpse of his watch, and saw that it was after two. "I better go." she whispered.
He didn't really want her to, and it showed in his face, but he knew she had to.
She stood on wobbly legs, picking up the ropes as she did, and moved over to pick up her clothes.
As she dressed, he felt his strength return, the Kryptonite in the ropes unable to harm him now because of the distance. He sat up on the side of the bed, and reached for his boxers. His mind cleared a little more as he put them on, and he looked up at her as she stepped toward him.
She touched his cheek. "I'm sorry." she whispered.
"Don't be." he murmured. "That was incredible."
"I'm sorry I used the Kryptonite on you." She exhaled. "But I felt like I had to."
He nodded slowly. "I understand. I forgive you."
She smiled, getting on her knees in front of him, and then leaned up slightly, pulling him toward her. Their lips met again, gently, and then she backed away, standing.
"I'll see you later, Clark." she whispered, and then made her way out of the barn.
He reached for the remainder of his clothes, and it was only then that he thought about Lana.
"Damn it." he muttered, but then suddenly realized that he had no regrets. He didn't regret what had just happened with Chloe. And that confused him.
Chloe kept taking deep breaths as she got into her car.
She still felt a tingle in her stomach, and her legs were still feeling weak. She almost wondered if what had just happened had all just been some wonderful dream, but knew it wasn't, because she could close her eyes and still feel him inside her.
She bit her lip and started the car, her mind racing.
A small smile covered her lips.
"God, I hope that happens again!"