Undertow- Smallville fanfic
Title: Undertow
Rating: R
Pairings: Chlark
Spoilers: None, to my knowledge.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: Clark Kent is nothing but a tease.
Warnings: Sexual situations (but no actual smut); strong language.
Notes: Your wish is my command. This was requested, so here you have it... a prequel to Didn't Mean To Turn You On. Please head on over and read it first, if you haven't already. And I shamelessly admit... mssullivan's songvid slightly inspired me. :p
Silly me, look what I did again
I found what I want is what I cannot have
I didn’t mean to be so predictable
But I blame it all on who made you irresistible
And it isn’t something I need 'til you tell me I can’t
Why wear my heart on my sleeve when it looks so good in your hand?
My heart breaks in a heart beat
And you storm me when you come and go
The taste of something so sweet
Should have warned me 'bout the undertow
Oh, I couldn’t find a better man to let me go
~Undertow- Sara Bareilles~
Am I dreaming? Chloe wondered. What the hell just happened?
He'd kissed her. Clark had just kissed her. And he sure as hell wasn't hopped up on Red K.
She sat in shock, staring at him. He was looking at the floor, his cheeks flushing pink.
They'd just been sitting there, talking, and then his lips had just barely touched hers, the softest caress she'd ever felt. And then he'd quickly backed off and trained his gaze on the floor.
Not a word had passed between them in the two minutes since it had happened.
Finally, Chloe summoned up some courage.
"Clark?" she whispered, and he looked over at her.
She didn't say a word, and leaned up and over, taking his face into her hands. Her lips met his, and she kissed him just as softly as he'd kissed her.
It took no time for him to jerk back. "Chloe, I... I can't." His words were firm, but shaky.
She said nothing, and didn't bother to ask why he couldn't. Probably had something to do with Lana, despite the fact that they'd broken up months before.
She sighed. "I better go." she muttered, and ran out before he could say anything.
~~~~
Only a few weeks later, Chloe found herself in deep trouble.
Lex had kidnapped her, thrown her into the trunk of an old car, and sent the car diving off the old bridge there in Smallville.
Clark had shown up just in time, and pulled her out of the water-logged car before she'd drowned.
She lay on the ground, somewhat disoriented, and looked up at him... but she found herself not looking at his face.
Her eyes were fixated on the rock hard muscles that were all-too-noticeable beneath his soaked-down white t-shirt.
She bit her lip, unable to keep herself from staring at him.
What amazed her was, when she finally did look up at him, she found that he was staring at her, as well. Or, rather... her chest.
She looked down, and felt her cheeks turn a vibrant shade of red when she saw that the coldness of the water combined with the slight feeling of arousal that'd been awoken in her had caused her nipples to harden into little pebbles under her tank top.
She looked back up at him, still red, and started to say something, but had no chance to when he suddenly pulled her into his arms and slammed his mouth against hers, causing her to yelp in surprise.
Her hands went up to his cheeks, then weaved up into his hair. She moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, and a surge of desire shot through her. His tongue teased hers, and her fingers pulled at his hair lightly.
Her hands left his hair then, and one rested on his back as the other reached down to touch his thigh.
Suddenly, he jumped, as if shocked by her touch.
He pulled away then, apologizing and blushing and apologizing some more.
She sighed, obviously hurt, but he didn't seem to notice. When did he ever?
~~~~
A month later, he'd kissed her again. It hadn't been as passionate as the previous kiss, but it had happened, and had ended with him begging for her forgiveness again.
It happened again six weeks later.
And yet again three weeks after that.
And only four days after that, it happened again, but with another level of intensity added to it.
They'd been watching TV, and she'd looked over at him, studying his face. He'd turned his head to look at her, and curiosity filled his features.
"What's wrong, Chloe?" he wondered, then absent-mindedly licked his lips.
Chloe had to cross her legs to try to stop the feeling that suddenly surged between them.
God, those lips. They looked like pure heaven, and she knew by now that they were. All she wanted at the moment was to feel them again, and not just on her own lips.
"Nothing." she whispered, looking down.
He gave her a look, raising his eyebrow, and when she looked back up at him, he tried to ignore what he saw in her eyes. He saw what he was feeling, what he kept telling himself not to feel.
Her eyes wandered down to his lips then, and she not-so-visibly squirmed as she imagined all the things they could potentially do to her.
His face neared hers, and she felt something inside her silently begin to beg that he'd kiss her.
She got her wish; his lips softly brushed over hers.
She stared up at him after he'd done it, and then threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down toward her, and kissed him a little roughly.
He kissed her back, his arms winding around her as her tongue snaked across his bottom lip. He opened his mouth to her immediately, but instead of plunging her tongue inside of it, she caught his bottom lip between her own and gently began to suck on it.
He groaned into her mouth, pulling her closer.
She moved, straddling his lap, never once moving her mouth from his.
Her hands ran over his chest, and then began to unbutton his shirt.
He wasn't protesting. Shocking.
She slid his shirt off his shoulders, and then finally pulled her lips from his. She yanked off her top, tossing it in the floor, and then stood to push off her skirt.
Her eyes widened only slightly as she noticed him unbuckling his belt, his eyes fixed on hers. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and she bent down to pull them off for him.
She moved to sit back on the couch, and his lips met hers again.
He layed her back on the couch, his eyes wandering over her.
For a supposedly celibate reporter, she certainly wore sexy undergarments, that was for sure. He found it a bit funny, but he wasn't laughing.
She eyed him, and a small smile touched her lips when she noticed the tightness in his boxers.
He pulled her close, kissing her again. His lips soon wandered down her throat, and then over her neck. He kissed the small amount of cleavage that peeked out of the top of her push-up bra, and she let out a soft moan.
God, she wanted him. And badly. She'd waited so long, and it was starting to drive her crazy.
He moved his mouth lower, his lips wandering over her stomach. She let out a tiny giggle as he kissed her bellybutton.
His mouth moved lower, and though the restriction of her panties was there, she was already so ready and eager for his touch that the sensation still flooded her, and she moaned loudly.
He kissed his way back up her body, his lips landing back on hers.
"Clark..." she whispered. "Oh, God, Clark... make love to me. Please."
His entire body suddenly stiffened, and he seemed to freeze.
Oh, crap. She thought.
Her words had woken him up, and now it wasn't going to happen. She could sense it.
He pulled away from her, staring down at her, something resembling guilt in his eyes, and his lips, the things she'd desired so badly only minutes before, were red and swollen from their exploration.
He slowly moved back, away from her, sitting near her feet.
She sat up and stared at him, both her body and heart beginning to ache.
She didn't give him a chance to apologize this time.
She merely got up, reached for her clothes, and hurriedly put them on as she ran for the door.
Clark sighed, leaning forward.
Chloe rested her head against the steering wheel after she'd gotten into her car, and fought tears.
Why was he doing this to her? Was he TRYING to drive her completely crazy? If he was, she was beginning to think that it was working.
Rating: R
Pairings: Chlark
Spoilers: None, to my knowledge.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: Clark Kent is nothing but a tease.
Warnings: Sexual situations (but no actual smut); strong language.
Notes: Your wish is my command. This was requested, so here you have it... a prequel to Didn't Mean To Turn You On. Please head on over and read it first, if you haven't already. And I shamelessly admit... mssullivan's songvid slightly inspired me. :p
Silly me, look what I did again
I found what I want is what I cannot have
I didn’t mean to be so predictable
But I blame it all on who made you irresistible
And it isn’t something I need 'til you tell me I can’t
Why wear my heart on my sleeve when it looks so good in your hand?
My heart breaks in a heart beat
And you storm me when you come and go
The taste of something so sweet
Should have warned me 'bout the undertow
Oh, I couldn’t find a better man to let me go
~Undertow- Sara Bareilles~
Am I dreaming? Chloe wondered. What the hell just happened?
He'd kissed her. Clark had just kissed her. And he sure as hell wasn't hopped up on Red K.
She sat in shock, staring at him. He was looking at the floor, his cheeks flushing pink.
They'd just been sitting there, talking, and then his lips had just barely touched hers, the softest caress she'd ever felt. And then he'd quickly backed off and trained his gaze on the floor.
Not a word had passed between them in the two minutes since it had happened.
Finally, Chloe summoned up some courage.
"Clark?" she whispered, and he looked over at her.
She didn't say a word, and leaned up and over, taking his face into her hands. Her lips met his, and she kissed him just as softly as he'd kissed her.
It took no time for him to jerk back. "Chloe, I... I can't." His words were firm, but shaky.
She said nothing, and didn't bother to ask why he couldn't. Probably had something to do with Lana, despite the fact that they'd broken up months before.
She sighed. "I better go." she muttered, and ran out before he could say anything.
~~~~
Only a few weeks later, Chloe found herself in deep trouble.
Lex had kidnapped her, thrown her into the trunk of an old car, and sent the car diving off the old bridge there in Smallville.
Clark had shown up just in time, and pulled her out of the water-logged car before she'd drowned.
She lay on the ground, somewhat disoriented, and looked up at him... but she found herself not looking at his face.
Her eyes were fixated on the rock hard muscles that were all-too-noticeable beneath his soaked-down white t-shirt.
She bit her lip, unable to keep herself from staring at him.
What amazed her was, when she finally did look up at him, she found that he was staring at her, as well. Or, rather... her chest.
She looked down, and felt her cheeks turn a vibrant shade of red when she saw that the coldness of the water combined with the slight feeling of arousal that'd been awoken in her had caused her nipples to harden into little pebbles under her tank top.
She looked back up at him, still red, and started to say something, but had no chance to when he suddenly pulled her into his arms and slammed his mouth against hers, causing her to yelp in surprise.
Her hands went up to his cheeks, then weaved up into his hair. She moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, and a surge of desire shot through her. His tongue teased hers, and her fingers pulled at his hair lightly.
Her hands left his hair then, and one rested on his back as the other reached down to touch his thigh.
Suddenly, he jumped, as if shocked by her touch.
He pulled away then, apologizing and blushing and apologizing some more.
She sighed, obviously hurt, but he didn't seem to notice. When did he ever?
~~~~
A month later, he'd kissed her again. It hadn't been as passionate as the previous kiss, but it had happened, and had ended with him begging for her forgiveness again.
It happened again six weeks later.
And yet again three weeks after that.
And only four days after that, it happened again, but with another level of intensity added to it.
They'd been watching TV, and she'd looked over at him, studying his face. He'd turned his head to look at her, and curiosity filled his features.
"What's wrong, Chloe?" he wondered, then absent-mindedly licked his lips.
Chloe had to cross her legs to try to stop the feeling that suddenly surged between them.
God, those lips. They looked like pure heaven, and she knew by now that they were. All she wanted at the moment was to feel them again, and not just on her own lips.
"Nothing." she whispered, looking down.
He gave her a look, raising his eyebrow, and when she looked back up at him, he tried to ignore what he saw in her eyes. He saw what he was feeling, what he kept telling himself not to feel.
Her eyes wandered down to his lips then, and she not-so-visibly squirmed as she imagined all the things they could potentially do to her.
His face neared hers, and she felt something inside her silently begin to beg that he'd kiss her.
She got her wish; his lips softly brushed over hers.
She stared up at him after he'd done it, and then threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down toward her, and kissed him a little roughly.
He kissed her back, his arms winding around her as her tongue snaked across his bottom lip. He opened his mouth to her immediately, but instead of plunging her tongue inside of it, she caught his bottom lip between her own and gently began to suck on it.
He groaned into her mouth, pulling her closer.
She moved, straddling his lap, never once moving her mouth from his.
Her hands ran over his chest, and then began to unbutton his shirt.
He wasn't protesting. Shocking.
She slid his shirt off his shoulders, and then finally pulled her lips from his. She yanked off her top, tossing it in the floor, and then stood to push off her skirt.
Her eyes widened only slightly as she noticed him unbuckling his belt, his eyes fixed on hers. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and she bent down to pull them off for him.
She moved to sit back on the couch, and his lips met hers again.
He layed her back on the couch, his eyes wandering over her.
For a supposedly celibate reporter, she certainly wore sexy undergarments, that was for sure. He found it a bit funny, but he wasn't laughing.
She eyed him, and a small smile touched her lips when she noticed the tightness in his boxers.
He pulled her close, kissing her again. His lips soon wandered down her throat, and then over her neck. He kissed the small amount of cleavage that peeked out of the top of her push-up bra, and she let out a soft moan.
God, she wanted him. And badly. She'd waited so long, and it was starting to drive her crazy.
He moved his mouth lower, his lips wandering over her stomach. She let out a tiny giggle as he kissed her bellybutton.
His mouth moved lower, and though the restriction of her panties was there, she was already so ready and eager for his touch that the sensation still flooded her, and she moaned loudly.
He kissed his way back up her body, his lips landing back on hers.
"Clark..." she whispered. "Oh, God, Clark... make love to me. Please."
His entire body suddenly stiffened, and he seemed to freeze.
Oh, crap. She thought.
Her words had woken him up, and now it wasn't going to happen. She could sense it.
He pulled away from her, staring down at her, something resembling guilt in his eyes, and his lips, the things she'd desired so badly only minutes before, were red and swollen from their exploration.
He slowly moved back, away from her, sitting near her feet.
She sat up and stared at him, both her body and heart beginning to ache.
She didn't give him a chance to apologize this time.
She merely got up, reached for her clothes, and hurriedly put them on as she ran for the door.
Clark sighed, leaning forward.
Chloe rested her head against the steering wheel after she'd gotten into her car, and fought tears.
Why was he doing this to her? Was he TRYING to drive her completely crazy? If he was, she was beginning to think that it was working.