Chlark Fanfic: Agenda, Chapter 10

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Title:              Agenda
Author:          BabyDee1
Pairing:          Chlark
Rating:           NC-17 (mostly PG-13)
Warnings:     None  
Timeline:      Futurefic; follows Season 8’s Injustice & Failsday Doomsday 
Disclaimer:   All known characters belong to the CW & DC comics. 
Summary:     More than a decade after the Doomsday Rampage, Clark makes a shocking discovery that changes his life forever. 
Feedback:      …makes me squee. :-)  
 
Written for the 2011 smallvillebbanglong Fanfic challenge.  Many thanks to twinsareinfor all her tireless organisation and support!
 
Beta’ed by legendarytobes& The Fallen Sky at KSite.
Art by sylvanelfmistre& go_clo.
 
 
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
 
 
Chapter 10
 
“Are you sure you put it in there?” Clark asked for the third time. 
 
“I honestly can’t remember,” Gabby said tearfully as she rooted through her backpack in vain.  “I changed handbags this morning because I wanted to launch the new one Brucie got me…maybe I forgot to take it out.” 
 
Clark rolled his eyes, and that touch of resentment he harboured for the older man rose to the surface.  Bruce had stopped by unexpectedly a few days ago whilst en route to Star City, and had come bearing gifts for Gabby.  One of them was the new backpack he’d promised her before she’d left Gotham, along with lots of English chocolates and shortbread from Alfred, his British butler. 
 
Bruce hadn’t stayed long before making a hasty exit; twenty, maybe thirty minutes at the most.  But it was long enough for Clark to be reminded of just how much of his daughter’s life he had missed out on that Bruce Wayne knew what her favourite treats were, and he didn’t.  Logically he knew it was irrational to be annoyed at him for caring for the child who had been in his life since she had been born, but seeing Gabby so comfortably familiar with Bruce had made him feel as jealous as a toddler whose thunder had just been stolen by the arrival of a new baby in the family.  
 
“No,” she said with certainty.  “It definitely never made it into this bag, I’m sure of that…but now I can’t remember if I took it out of the other one.” 
 
Clark sighed and ran a nervous hand through his hair, forcing his attention back to the current issue at hand. 
 
“Gabby, we need to submit that transcript today or you can forget about Metropolis High,” he said urgently.  “We’re next in line, could be called up any second and we really don’t have time to queue up again.  Now think.  When did you last have it?” 
 
She screwed up her face for a couple of seconds, and then snapped her fingers.  “Mom’s dresser,” she said with a confident nod.  “I left it on Mom’s dresser.”
 
“I’m on it.” 
 
He surreptitiously slipped out of the room and found his way to the rooftop, from which he quickly changed into his Superman suit and shot into the sky. 
 
He was in such a hurry that he missed the triumphant smirk on his daughter’s face as she fished the ‘missing’ transcript out of her pants pocket.
 
***
 
She could have stood under a hot shower forever.  It was one of life’s little pleasures. 
 
Unfortunately for Chloe, she was too much of an environmentalist to squander a precious natural resource simply for her bathing pleasure.  She sighed and shut of the water doing a mental inventory of everything that had been accomplished since she and Gabby had relocated to Metropolis almost a month ago.
 
Her interview with the Daily Planet had been successful, and she’d been given a start date for the next fortnight.  She’d returned to Gotham to work what was left of her notice period, and fortunately had lots of vacation time left over to settle in to Metropolis properly.  Bank accounts, done; credit cards, sorted; hospital registrations for herself and her daughter: completed this very morning, and over the phone to boot.  The one major issue outstanding was Gabby’s transfer to Metropolis High, the school Chloe herself had attended for a year before moving to Smallville just after the turn of the Millennium.
 
Gabby’s transcript from her junior high school in Gotham had been late in coming, but it had finally landed on the doorstep this morning.  Clark, ever generous, had offered to handle the registration as he had a lunchtime start at the office today, and had urged Chloe to enjoy what few days of leisure she had left. 
 
She towelled down vigorously and spread the towel on the rack in the bathroom before heading down the hall to her room.  There was still some unpacking and inventory to be done; maybe she’d tackle that as soon as she’d gotten dressed...
 
A sudden draft whooshed over her bare skin as her bedroom door opened and she spun around, coming face to face with a shocked-looking Clark in full Superman regalia. 
 
She gasped and froze, inexplicably rooted to the spot.  Clark was in her room – well, technically his room, but that was beside the point – and he was staring at her, his intense eyes surveying her slowly from head to toe.
 
“Er – do you mind?” she cried, covering her ladyparts with her hands in a desperate attempt to shield herself.  “What the hell are you doing here?”
 
He blinked and shook his head, looking confused.  “Wha-?  I live here!”
 
“I meant, what are you doing home in the middle of the day?” she challenged.  “Didn’t you ever hear of knocking first?” 
 
“I didn’t think you’d be home,” he said, still staring at her hungrily.  “You said something about Met Gen…?”
 
“Done that already over the phone,” she grated.  “And you still haven’t said what you’re doing back home, and why you’re standing in my room!”
 
“Technically, it’s my room---”
 
“Clark!”
 
He swallowed hard and shrugged, folding his arms.  “Gabby forgot her transcript,” he finally replied.  “I was rushing back to get it.”
 
“Ha!” she snorted.  “Some rush; you’ve been standing in the same spot for the last five minutes.”  She caught him glancing at her breasts and glared at him as she adjusted her hands to cover her exposed nipple properly.  “And can you please look anywhere else but here?”
 
He struggled to hide a smile and averted his eyes.  “I’ll…just get that transcript and be on my way,” he replied smugly. 
 
Chloe shook her head and inched towards the wardrobe, dropping one hand to reach for a cover.  “The transcript isn’t here; I gave it to Gabby this morning.” 
 
His head snapped up.  “Huh?  But she told me---”
 
“Look away, damn it!” she shrieked, covering herself again. 
 
He quickly lowered his gaze again.  “Should I, uh…pass you your robe, or something?”
 
“Ya think?!” 
 
She saw the beginnings of a smile creeping up the corners of his mouth as he reached out and snagged a robe that was hanging on the door behind him.  Wordlessly he walked towards her and draped the garment slowly around her shoulders, gazing directly into her eyes as he did so. 
 
She stared back at him, surprised to see blatant desire in his eyes.  He wanted her. 
 
He’d never really wanted her; the one time they’d been together had been the result of an extremely intense situation, not something borne of passion.  But this was different.  For the first time he looked really…interested.  Heat was radiating off him in waves, and in the depths of his jade green eyes she saw a distinct flash of orange; heat vision, she realised with a start.  He was getting turned on just by looking at her. 
 
Was he? 
 
Curiosity gnawed at her insides, she glanced down. 
 
And gaped.
 
There in his dark red superpants was the proof she needed: a significant bulge the size of Texas. 
 
She blushed furiously, raising her eyes to his face again.  Years ago he’d have been so embarrassed by a situation like this that he’d have fled the room in superspeed.  But life and the last fourteen years had instilled a confidence in him that she’d never thought possible. 
 
He wanted her, and he wasn’t afraid to let her know it.
 
And now he wasn’t the only one in the room who was turned on, she thought with wry amusement as her own body responded to his nearness. 
 
Slowly, very slowly, she lifted her arms away from her body and slipped them one at a time into the sleeves of her gown.  Clark inhaled deeply and his gaze dropped to her breasts and beyond, his eyes darkening with lust as she slowly wrapped her robe around herself and belted the sash. 
 
Her nakedness may have been covered but Clark was still staring at her like she was good enough to eat.  She was sure there was a somewhat similar expression on her own face, because this was the first time she was ever seeing him in his Superman outfit up close.   The confidence he exuded was an aphrodisiac in itself, and the sight of all those muscles encased in skin-tight fabric sent a fresh jolt of arousal through her.  
 
Moisture gathered between her thighs and again he took a deep breath – inhaling the fragrance of her arousal.  He tightened his hands slightly on her shoulders and lowered his head his mouth seeking hers.  Chloe stood up on tip-toe and her lashes drifted shut, her lips parting automatically as…
 
…as an insistent buzzing sound permeated the air.  Startled, Chloe leapt back and walked across the room, unearthing her cellphone with trembling fingers. 
 
She smiled and shook her head.  “Listen to this,” she called to his back, and began to quote: “Found transcript in pocket – silly me! Gone for orientation, tell Dad I’ll be fine’. Smiley face and three kisses, Gabby.” 
 
“Huh.  So I’m free for the morning, basically,” he said, sounding thoughtful. 
 
Chloe shrugged and put her cell away.  “Looks like it.”
 
He turned to her and smiled.  “In that case, why don’t I take you out to lunch?” 
 
Chloe rolled her eyes and gave a huge sigh as the proverbial penny dropped in her head.  She knew exactly what was going on; this whole thing had been a set-up.  Her daughter was playing Meddling Matchmaker. 
 
“Thanks, Clark, but I’m not a charity case,” she said stiffly.  “I’m perfectly capable of finding my own dates, thank you very much.” 
 
He blinked, looking surprised at her response.  “I never said you weren’t, Chloe, all I did was ask you out. Why should that make you a charity case?”
 
“Because you didn't come over here to ask me out, did you?”
 
“I may have sped over here for a transcript, but that doesn't make you a charity case!” he argued, and she wearily raised her hand to massage her temples. 
 
“Man, you have got so much to learn about parenting...” she muttered.
 
Clark scratched his head for several seconds and sighed.
 
“Okay, clearly I’m missing something,” he finally said, still baffled.  “What am I supposed to know?”
 
“We got played,” she said curtly.  “By our own daughter.”
 
***
 
Chapter 11…