Chlark Fanfic: Undercover Lover, Chapter 7

[babydee1]

Title:              Undercover Lover 
Author:          babydee1 
Pairing:          Chlark 
Rating:           NC17 
Warnings:     Smut, Exhibitionist!fic   
Timeline:      Season 7; after Persona 
Disclaimer:   All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.  
Summary:     Clark & Chloe get intimate. But it’s all for the story. Really. :-)   
Feedback:      …always welcome. :) 

Banner by go_clo 

Runner by purple_moon123

Read previous chapter here.

Read story from the beginning here.

Chapter 7

Paradisiac was teeming with life. 

Chloe sipped casually on a sweet red sangria cocktail at the bar and kept an eye on the door of the back room whilst also watching out for Clark’s arrival.  The circular bar was the centrepiece of the club, with service available from all areas; this gave her the advantage of being able to enjoy a drink without appearing too interested in the traffic to and from the back room.  Unfortunately the main entrance to the club was behind her, so she was constantly turning around to see if Clark had made his appearance.   

 “Same again?” the bartender asked.  She nodded and idly watched as he set about mixing up another cocktail for her with due flourish.  It suddenly occurred to her that maybe Clark had had a change of heart and wasn’t coming to the club, after all.  If he and Lana had finally decided to talk things over, he’d probably decided to stay home with her.

She sighed, and tried unsuccessfully to hide her disappointment.  It probably didn’t work, because the bartender passed her drink with a kindly smile. 

“Cheer up; I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” he said with a wink.  “And if he doesn’t show up, I have a feeling you won’t be short of suitors.”

She managed a smile as she thanked him and paid for her drink.  True, she had received lots of interesting glances from good-looking guys and more than a few offers of drinks, but she’d declined every one of them. Apart from the obvious dangers of accepting drinks from strange men, she knew that there was only one man she wanted to be in here with.   

And her patience paid off because he had just walked in.  She wasn’t facing that direction but she instinctively knew when he entered the room.  Slowly she turned around and saw him framed in the doorway, clad from head to toe in black leather, his hair in artful disarray.  He scanned the crowd for her, the ever-present sweeping red spotlight casting a seductive glow on his face. 

When his eyes fell on her, they stopped.  He surveyed her from head to toe, and his lips lifted in an approving smile.  That look alone sent warmth spreading through her insides, and she literally thrummed with excitement. 

Don’t fall for it, a small, rational part of her brain warned.  He’s Lana’s boyfriend, not yours.  Things are complicated enough between you two; you can’t let anything happen again. 

But even as she argued with herself, she knew her inward plea would fall on deaf ears. 

She boldly surveyed him with her eyes and gave him a sultry smile of her own before turning back around to face the bar.  Once she turned away from him she let out the breath she’d been holding, exhaling slowly. 

He had such a potent effect on her.  It was as if there was an electromagnetic force between them that she was completely incapable of fighting. 

She lifted the cocktail glass to her lips just as she felt a solid presence behind her. 

“Did I ever mention how much I love your ass?” he whispered in her ear. 

Chloe gulped and swallowed the mouthful of sangria she had just sipped.  “No.  If you had, I’d definitely have remembered.”

“My bad.”  He leaned into her and a hot, hard bulge pressed against her bottom, thrilling her all the way down to her toes.  “For the record, your ass is textbook perfection…and then some.”

Her heart warmed at his glowing compliments, as did an area further south.  She felt his palm lightly cup one butt-cheek and rub it smoothly with his fingertips. 

“It sets the standard,” he went on, his voice velvety and warm as he gently squeezed.  “It’s firm yet fleshy, like ripe fruit.  I just want to sink my teeth into it…among other things.” 

Chloe’s eyes widened in shock at his suggestive words, and a nagging ache began to build in the pit of her belly.  He ground his hips against her backside even as he squeezed it with his hand, then he leaned forward and flicked her ear with his tongue. 

Chloe moaned as the light touch sent a frisson of pleasure running through her, turning her on more than ever.  Funny how the same move from Jimmy had filled her with nothing but revulsion and disgust.  Thank goodness she’d had the sense to stop flogging that dead horse of a relationship.  Now, if only Clark could come to the same realisation about himself and Lana, her happiness would be complete, but that wasn’t likely to happen anytime soon. 

“I’ve been thinking about touching you all day,” he rasped.  “Touching you, and tasting you.”  His hand moved and his thumb grazed the underside of her breast as he nipped her earlobe.  She inhaled sharply, thankful that the movement of his questing hands was hidden by the height of the marble top of the bar.  With his other hand he took the strawberry from the side of her glass and held it to her lips. 

“Do you know what else I thought about today, Chloe?” he whispered as he gently pressed the blunt tip of the fruit into her mouth.  Chloe swallowed and parted her lips, and he traced the fruit around the edge of her mouth before placing it further between her lips. 

“I thought of what it would be like if you tasted me,” he said in a low, silky voice.  “…how good it will feel when your mouth surrounds me; all that warm, wet suction from your sweet, sweet lips.” 

He eased the strawberry in and out of her mouth in a slow, deliberate move that made erotic images run riot in her brain in graphic detail.  An image of herself kneeling at Clark’s feet popped into her brain, and she could practically feel the broad tip of his cock brushing her lips as her tongue snaked out and licked him…

A rush of arousal shot through her with so much intensity that her knees trembled and buckled beneath her.  Clark held her up from behind with the weight of his body and rotated his hips against her backside. 

“You like that thought, don’t you?” he queried softly.  He pushed the entire strawberry into her mouth and she sucked it hard until it gave way.  The flavour exploded in her mouth, and a drop of juice escaped the corner of her lips, which Clark deftly caught with his fingertip. 

“You missed a spot,” he whispered.  He pressed his finger to her lips and she drew it into her mouth and sucked suggestively, focusing on him with a heavy-lidded gaze. 

“Fuck,” he growled, spinning her around to face him.  “I need to get you into a booth, right now.”  

“Clark, we can’t…” she paused and inhaled deeply to catch her breath. His cock was pressed up against her belly, branding her with its heat; her body was thrumming like a live wire and she wanted nothing more than to disappear into a dark corner with him and fuck him eight ways to Sunday.  “We’re here to work,” she said instead, her voice soft and breathy.  “Try and stay focused.”

“I am focused,” he said with a smirk as he pinched her bottom.  “I’m focused on that ass.” 

She smacked his roving hand away.  “Clark, try and be professional!” she chided.

“Hey, if you didn’t want me all over you, then you really shouldn’t have worn that dress,” he retorted. 

“Are you saying I’m asking for it?” she queried breathlessly.

“No, I’m saying I am.”  He trailed a finger down the single shoulder strap and along her décolletage.  “God, Chloe, the things I want to do to you—”

“…will have to wait,” she replied, her eyes narrowing as she peered over his shoulder.  “Clark - the drugs are here.” 

***

“Damn it!” he growled as the three couriers from yesterday made their way over to the back room and entered, then the door was locked behind them.  

“Whoever they are, their timing stinks,” Clark grumbled with a surly scowl, and sighed.  “Right.  What’s the plan?”

“I need to call Marty,” she said, digging into her handbag.  He placed his hands on hers and caressed the backs of her fingers. 

“Geez, do you have to look so obvious?” he chided.  “One second you’re getting hot and heavy with your man, the next you’re digging out a cell phone right about the same time some shady characters walk in?”  He shook his head.  “Slow it down a little.”

“We don’t have time!”

“You have me.”  His hands cupped her bottom and he leaned forward and gently caught her lower lip between his teeth.  “Trust me Chloe; I got this.  Where’s your phone?”

His tongue touched hers, and her lashes fluttered shut.  “Guh…” 

“Phone, Chloe,” he repeated urgently.  “You need to call Detective Russell.” 

“Oh - right.  Yeah…” she positioned her hands between them and dialled Marty’s number. 

“What have you got?” he barked as soon as he got online. 

“They’re here,” she whispered.  “Three delivery boys just walked in, they’re making the exchange right now.” 

“We’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Ten?” she shrieked. 

“Shh!” Clark warned. 

“We can’t use the sirens, and midtown traffic on the weekend can be a bitch,” the detective replied crisply.  “If we want to maintain the element of surprise, ten minutes is the absolute best we can do.” 

“That’s not gonna work,” she said in dismay.  “These guys are professionals, Marty, they’ll be out of here in less than five!”  

“Then find a creative way to stall them,” Marty advised.  “I’m counting on you, Chloe.” 

“But—”

He hung up. 

“Damn it!” she exclaimed in annoyance. 

“He’s pushy,” Clark observed as she shut her phone off.  “So…we have to stall the bad guys, huh?”

“Looks like it,” she said nervously.  “Oh Clark, what are we gonna do?”

To her surprise, he gave her a lazy smile.  “Easy.  We’ll get a booth.” 

She scowled in annoyance.  “Clark Kent, this is no time to be thinking about sex!” she whispered fiercely. 

“Actually, it’s the best time,” he said, squeezing her bottom.  “We need to keep Fat Tony and his boys focused on something that keeps them from leaving, yes?” 

Her eyes almost popped out of her head when she cottoned on to his intent.  “What the—?  No!  No, no, no, I am not doing that.  I am not having sex with you in a public booth, especially when I know that people are looking!” 

“But you liked it yesterday, didn’t you?” he murmured silkily.  “And no-one really actually saw anything, did they?” 

“They knew enough to know what we were doing!” 

“And that’s what turned you on,” he finished, his eyes glinting.  “Admit it.” 

“Clark…” she swallowed.  “Well…okay yes, it was fun, but…”

“We don’t have time to argue, Chloe, they’re making an exchange,” he said squinting through the door.  He took her hand and led her to the same booth they had yesterday, which offered them a good view of the back room door.  A couple had just left the booth, and they quickly snuck in before anybody could snag it. 

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said breathlessly as Clark pulled her onto his lap, facing him. 

He stroked her face gently.  “Don’t worry; like I said, no-one’s gonna see anything they shouldn’t be seeing.”  He squeezed her thighs and leaned forward to kiss her neck.  “You and I are gonna have soooo much fun, and catch the bad guys at the same time.  Now isn’t that just the biggest turn-on ever?” 

Damn it, but he was right.  From the moment he’d suggested having sex in the club, her arousal had spiked exponentially.  She would never have pegged herself as an exhibitionist, but the thought of doing something to fundamentally raunchy right where people could see them, even…

Clark’s finger slipped beneath her skirt and toyed with the elastic of her panties, and she released a shuddering moan.  As long as no-one saw her naughty bits, she supposed the whole sex-as-a-diversion tactic was worth the risk. 

“Oh God, let’s do it,” she breathed.  “Let’s do it.”

***

Chapter 8…

Comments

[elenarain.livejournal.com]

YAY! They are gonna do it! Chloe willingly this time! No excuses! Bahha! YAY!

but... but I has to go to work? Why!!! Stupid job! lol I need more Chlark in a booth!

[grlmonday.livejournal.com]

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said breathlessly as Clark pulled her onto his lap, facing him.

Me either! LOL!

“Oh God, let’s do it,” she breathed. “Let’s do it.”

Chloe, you slut! I love you! Heeeeeeee! I can't wait for more! I wish real life would stop interfering with my ability to read more than one chapter at a time :(

[jlvsclrk.livejournal.com]

First off, holy cow, that art work is just stunning! I meant to say it before - kudos to go_clo and purple_moon123!

“You and I are gonna have soooo much fun, and catch the bad guys at the same time. Now isn’t that just the biggest turn-on ever?”

Sounds like the perfect combination - who says you shouldn't mix work and pleasure?

[purple-moon123.livejournal.com]

Let the sexy times begin!!! Le RAWR!!!!

Love how you cropped the banner and it focuses on their smiles/smirks!!!!