Before The Goodbye- Smallville Fic
Title: Before The Goodbye
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Chlark; a few slight hints of mystery pairing.
Spoilers: None? Though maybe possibly a tiny one for season 9.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, *I* would be in charge of writing the final season. NUFF SAID.
Summary: As much as she's been looking forward to this all day, she's already dreading what happens after. She always does, every time.
Warnings: READ: This is for mature audiences only. To be blunt, it's kinda smutty, people. If you're not into that, then don't read. You have been warned.
Notes: Random ideas are so much fun! Want some angst with a side of smut? Here ya go, whooo! :p A special thanks to marikology for the beta, and babytoaster for the read-through. Feedback is so very loved, you guys! <333
You're leaving
I'm waiting
Forgive me
I'm always missing you
Before the goodbye
I Feel It
Already
Forgive me
I'm always missing you
Before the goodbye...
~Before The Goodbye- Britney Spears~
It seemed only moments before that he entered the room.
Now, with barely a word spoken between the two of them, he's in her arms, and they're locked in a passionate embrace.
Every night, it's the same. But she never complains.
Every night, it's right down to business, but it's not something they can change. Time isn't on their side.
It's not long before she's laying on the bed, pinned beneath the weight of his strong, perfectly-muscled body, their clothes having hit the floor only moments before, all thanks to his super-speed.
And as much as she's been looking forward to this all day, and as much as she still wants it now, she's already dreading what happens after. She always does, every time.
She moans softly as he moves slightly, flesh hard as steel brushing against her soft, silky folds.
She's ready for him. She has been since the moment he laid his hands on her.
Her lips lightly touch his cheek, then move to his ear.
"I need you." she whispers, her little hand lightly caressing his bicep. "Please, Clark... make love to me."
Those few words seem to be all he needs.
He kisses her, deeply, passionately, and then pulls back, his eyes meeting hers.
As their eyes connect, their bodies connect. That action only increases the intensity of the moment, and she whimpers softly, her back arching.
He fills her completely, so perfectly, better than anyone ever has. What she shares with him is so passionate, so beautiful, and unlike anything she's ever known. She's never felt more complete than when he's inside of her, giving her his all. She wishes it could be more than just this, but she knows it can't. She should probably feel guilty for these feelings, but somehow, she doesn't.
Her leg raises up, her knee touching his side, and her arms wind around his neck. That's his cue to start moving, and he does. Slowly, at first, and then faster, with each powerful thrust of his hips.
The pleasure is becoming so intense, she gasps, her arms tightening around his neck. Her left hand lightly taps his shoulder blades, causing the glinting, glittering ring there to loosen slightly.
She's long believed that plain silver band, completely encircled in diamonds from one end to the other, and probably much more expensive than the luxurious green silk sheets she's laying on, is far too heavy for her delicate little hand.
That belief is proving itself true tonight, as the ring slides further and further down her finger from the sheer force of their lovemaking.
She doesn't even notice when it falls off completely, landing in some unknown spot on the bed. She's too caught up in the passion of the moment, too lost in his eyes and his lips and his powerful body.
He pushes into her particularly hard, and deep, and it's almost too much for her. She cries out, her head falling back, her arms beginning to droop, her now bare left hand sliding down his arm.
"Chloeee..." he murmurs, almost reverently, his lips dropping soft, tender kisses along her throat. "My beautiful Chloe..."
Her hand slips down onto the bed beside them, and his own comes down to join it, grasping it tightly.
His hand squeezes hers as he pushes his thick, straining shaft into her tight channel once again, one last earth-shattering time.
She falls apart, crying out his name, trembling from the inside out.
He loses control moments after she does, releasing a deep groan into the crook of her neck.
His body falls limp over hers, and when she's recovered a bit, she raises her free hand to softly smooth the boyish black curl from his forehead. She lowers her head, kissing the spot where the strand of hair once lay.
They lay there in silence for some time, and with a sigh, she glances over at the clock beside the bed.
The inevitable has come.
And she can't even begin to describe how much she hates it.
"You should probably go... he'll be home soon."
She can feel the frown she knows is on his lips, and watches as he slowly moves, slipping out of her, away from her. He kisses her hand before he moves to get out of the bed, and her heart flutters at the sweet gesture.
He's moving so slowly, she actually gets to watch him dress, seeing both layers of clothes go on individually. It's been a while since she's seen him go from bare skin to the big red 'S' he sports when he plays hero for the entire city.
The last thing that goes on is his tie, the last piece of his civilian clothes. He tucks his glasses into his pocket, and she watches as his eyes then seem to become trained on the floor next to the bed.
"What's wrong?" she asks, sitting up a bit, holding the emerald green sheet against her chest.
He picks something up, and he's back to frowning as he holds it out to her.
Her ring.
The unbearably heavy and expensive circle of diamonds, a symbol of love and devotion.
A symbol given to her by another man, a man she's slowly begun to fall out of love with. A man whose heart she can't bear to break.
She feels the heaviness of her heart as she takes it from him wordlessly, sliding it back onto her finger.
She looks up at him, a little bit of sadness in her eyes.
Mixed emotions.
He knows that's what it is, and he knows what they are, because he knows her that well.
Remorse.
A sense of duty.
Both of those things, coupled with the fact that she doesn't want him to go.
He doesn't want to go, either.
But he has no choice.
He leans down, pressing a tender kiss to her lips.
"I love you." he whispers, and the seriousness in his voice tells her he's not lying.
She doesn't say it back, though. She can't. Not until she's free... and she has no idea when that will be.
She holds back her tears as he heads for the window.
She reaches toward the nightstand for the heavy silver picture frame. As she sets it back to its upright position, she turns away, unable to face the image of her smiling blonde husband.
He gives her one long, last look, and then he's gone, leaving her alone with her guilt.
Their guilt.