Discomfort At The Workplace- Smallville fanfic
Title: Discomfort At The Workplace
Rating: just barely NC-17
Pairings: Chlark
Spoilers: General season 5, I suppose. And probably any spoilers that have popped up recently for season 6.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: Clark's being a bad boy... and for once, Chloe isn't very happy about it.
Warnings: Sexual situations (but no smut); language; general naughtiness.
Notes: I haven't written any smut in over a month, so here's just a short little bit featuring a very annoyed, very frustrated Chloe.
Chloe practically wanted to glare at Clark as she looked at him from over her laptop.
The naughty glances he was shooting at her from behind those nerdy glasses of his was driving her crazy, and it was all she could do to keep her legs crossed.
He'd been a very naughty boy all morning, and at one point, she actually wondered if any of the red stuff was around. It wasn't, of course.
The first naughty thing he'd done was hide all her bras and panties while she was in the shower early that morning. She'd not been able to find any of them, and was now completely bare under her skirt, blouse, and blazer combo as she sat at her desk.
The next naughty thing he'd done was feel her up on the elevator when they'd gotten to work.
And now, for the past hour, he'd been shooting her these looks.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, and bit her lip when she noticed the moistness between her legs.
She heard a noise on her computer, which distracted her from her thoughts, and caused her to look down at the screen. She raised an eyebrow when she saw that the incoming email was from Clark.
She opened the email almost cautiously, and started to read it. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped in shock. She glanced up at him, and he failed at his attempt to hide the smirk on his face.
The email was a detailed explanation of what he wanted to do to her, and she was still stunned as she looked back down at it.
She squirmed in her seat, and practically whimpered as she felt herself grow soaking wet at the words she'd just read on her screen .
She looked up and over at Clark again, desperation filling her eyes.
God, she wanted him.
He stared at her innocently. "Something wrong, Chloe?"
She finally did glare at him, and closed her laptop as she hopped up.
She grabbed her laptop and purse, and then walked over to his desk, grabbing him roughly by his arm. She yanked him up out of his seat with only a little difficulty and ordered him to grab his laptop.
"Mr. Intern, you're coming with me." she growled, and pulled him toward the door.
A younger red-haired man noticed them leaving, and called out to them. "Hey, Chloe, C.K., where you headed?"
"We're going on an early lunch break, Jimmy!" Chloe waved, forcing a smile, and pulled Clark away with her.
She darted into the elevator, yanking her boyfriend in behind her.
As soon as the doors closed, she glared at him again.
"Kent, what the hell are you trying to do to me?"
"I'm trying to get you all hot and bothered." he teased.
"Damn you." she spat at him, letting her purse and laptop slide to the floor.
She slammed him hard against the wall of the elevator, slamming her lips upward against his. He groaned into her mouth, slightly surprised, and her hand suddenly grabbed his. His eyes widened when she shoved said hand up under her skirt.
She moaned softly as she caused his fingers to brush over her skin. "See what you've done to me?"
He slowly pulled his hand back. "We should do something about that."
She fixed her skirt, then bent down to pick up her things. "We will. When we get back to my apartment... you're not gonna know what hit you."
He chuckled as the elevator dinged, and he followed her as she practically ran out of it.
Rating: just barely NC-17
Pairings: Chlark
Spoilers: General season 5, I suppose. And probably any spoilers that have popped up recently for season 6.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: Clark's being a bad boy... and for once, Chloe isn't very happy about it.
Warnings: Sexual situations (but no smut); language; general naughtiness.
Notes: I haven't written any smut in over a month, so here's just a short little bit featuring a very annoyed, very frustrated Chloe.
Chloe practically wanted to glare at Clark as she looked at him from over her laptop.
The naughty glances he was shooting at her from behind those nerdy glasses of his was driving her crazy, and it was all she could do to keep her legs crossed.
He'd been a very naughty boy all morning, and at one point, she actually wondered if any of the red stuff was around. It wasn't, of course.
The first naughty thing he'd done was hide all her bras and panties while she was in the shower early that morning. She'd not been able to find any of them, and was now completely bare under her skirt, blouse, and blazer combo as she sat at her desk.
The next naughty thing he'd done was feel her up on the elevator when they'd gotten to work.
And now, for the past hour, he'd been shooting her these looks.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, and bit her lip when she noticed the moistness between her legs.
She heard a noise on her computer, which distracted her from her thoughts, and caused her to look down at the screen. She raised an eyebrow when she saw that the incoming email was from Clark.
She opened the email almost cautiously, and started to read it. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped in shock. She glanced up at him, and he failed at his attempt to hide the smirk on his face.
The email was a detailed explanation of what he wanted to do to her, and she was still stunned as she looked back down at it.
She squirmed in her seat, and practically whimpered as she felt herself grow soaking wet at the words she'd just read on her screen .
She looked up and over at Clark again, desperation filling her eyes.
God, she wanted him.
He stared at her innocently. "Something wrong, Chloe?"
She finally did glare at him, and closed her laptop as she hopped up.
She grabbed her laptop and purse, and then walked over to his desk, grabbing him roughly by his arm. She yanked him up out of his seat with only a little difficulty and ordered him to grab his laptop.
"Mr. Intern, you're coming with me." she growled, and pulled him toward the door.
A younger red-haired man noticed them leaving, and called out to them. "Hey, Chloe, C.K., where you headed?"
"We're going on an early lunch break, Jimmy!" Chloe waved, forcing a smile, and pulled Clark away with her.
She darted into the elevator, yanking her boyfriend in behind her.
As soon as the doors closed, she glared at him again.
"Kent, what the hell are you trying to do to me?"
"I'm trying to get you all hot and bothered." he teased.
"Damn you." she spat at him, letting her purse and laptop slide to the floor.
She slammed him hard against the wall of the elevator, slamming her lips upward against his. He groaned into her mouth, slightly surprised, and her hand suddenly grabbed his. His eyes widened when she shoved said hand up under her skirt.
She moaned softly as she caused his fingers to brush over her skin. "See what you've done to me?"
He slowly pulled his hand back. "We should do something about that."
She fixed her skirt, then bent down to pick up her things. "We will. When we get back to my apartment... you're not gonna know what hit you."
He chuckled as the elevator dinged, and he followed her as she practically ran out of it.