Chlark Fanfic: Undercover Lover, Chapter 16

[babydee1]

Title:              Undercover Lover 
Author:         babydee1 
Pairing:          Chlark 
Rating:           NC17 (this chapter R for language) 
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. :) 

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Chapter 16

“…honestly, the way Irene was going on about it, you’d think she was the one who broke the story,” Lois retorted.  “Shameless glory hound.  Anyway…”

Chloe nodded and smiled as her cousin prattled on about a recent day in the life of an Inquisitor columnist, but her attention was neither on the torrid tale being told nor the open computer screen in front of her.  Rather, her mind was - quite literally - miles away. 

It had been a week since she’d kicked Clark out of her apartment and out of her life; a week in which she’d thrown herself into her work and other neglected areas of her life, determined to ignore him completely.  She didn’t stay late much at the Daily Planet anymore, because she knew he would try to find her there and insist upon ‘explaining’ why he’d lied to her face about being on redK, and she just wasn’t in the mood for any more of his untruths.  On the few occasions that she did work late, she made sure she worked on another floor and was surrounded by co-workers, so that even if he did manage to find her, there would be no opportunities for a private chat. 

She never did make good on her threat to secure herself a kryptonite necklace.  Of course she’d never had any intention of doing so; but it was the only way she could ensure that he’d keep his distance.  Even then, she still half-expected him to whoosh through the newsroom and compel her to listen to whatever explanation he might give for having lied to her. 

But the threat of kryptonite hadn’t stopped him from trying to contact her.  He’d called her several times on a daily basis, but she didn’t take them.  His email messages clogged up her inbox until she’d marked his address as spam and redirected all incoming messages from him to her junk folder.  The only correspondence she’d sent him had been in reply to a text message that she’d inadvertently opened, which bore a simple, brief message. 

I’m sorry.  I love you.  Talk to me, Chloe - please. xx

Her reply had been equally brief and precise.

Don’t ever try to contact me again. 

He hadn’t been deterred.  Several more messages had followed over the next few days until she’d called up the phone company and had his number blocked.  Eventually the messages and calls stopped, and he reluctantly respected the distance between them. 

But nothing had stopped her from wanting him; oh, no.  Her treacherous mind and body continued to torment her with memories of the delight and passion she’d experienced in his arms, occupying her thoughts when she was both asleep and awake.  Despite laundering her bed linen twice over the past week, she could swear the scent of him still clung to her sheets. 

Lois’s offer of a girly weekend in the Bahamas had come at the perfect time, so here she was on the beach under the shade of a very large umbrella.  The food couldn’t have been finer, the wine couldn’t have been richer, nor the azure waters more blue; but the beauty and splendour of it all was completely lost on her. 

“…had to submit the whole thing over again!” Lois finished. 

“That’s nice,” Chloe murmured absently.  What was it about Clark Kent that turned her into such a lovesick fool?  She’d never have pegged herself as a woman who subconsciously yearned for abuse, but when it came to Clark…

“…and as if that wasn’t bad enough, I got gang-banged in the park by seven NFL players,” Lois said loudly.  “Big, brawny-ass motherfuckers.” 

Chloe nodded and smiled.  “Great.” She clicked further down the DP online newsfeed, not really seeing the article displayed on the page. 

“I knew it!” Lois cried, startling her.  “You’re not even listening to me!” 

“What?  Yes, I am!” Chloe replied defensively. 

Lois folded her arms.  “What was the last thing I said?” 

Chloe swallowed and furrowed her brow in thought.  “NFL players…?” she suggested hesitantly. 

“I said I was gang-banged by seven of them!” Lois said gruffly. 

“Oh, my God!” Chloe yelled. 

“Oh, so you’re shocked now?” Lois queried.  “A second ago, you thought it was great!” 

Oops.  She gulped again.  “Lois that…that didn’t really happen, did it?”

“Of course not, you goose!” she chided.  “I’m simply confirming the fact that wherever your mind is, it isn’t here.” 

“I’m sorry,” Chloe said meekly.  “I’ve just…got a lot on my mind lately.” 

Lois tilted her head.  “Care to share?”

She grimaced.  “Actually, I’ve got a lot of work to catch up on.” 

“Work?” she echoed with a scowl.  “That is the lamest excuse ever, Chloe.  You’ve been in a funk since the minute we got here!” 

Chloe glanced across at her cousin who was reclining on the deck chair beside her, her eyes covered with oversized shades and a wide-brimmed hat on her head.  Her fingers were curled around a brightly-coloured umbrella drink that matched her pink and yellow bikini to a tee…but she didn’t look happy at all. 

“Seriously, who comes to the beautiful Bahamas and spends all day glued to their cellphone and laptop?” Lois continued, glaring pointedly at Chloe’s computer. 

“I just…like to keep on top of things,” she replied lamely. 

“I don’t buy that.  I think you’re running away from something,” Lois muttered.  “Or someone.”

Chloe immediately schooled her expression.  “I don’t know what you mean.” 

“Oh, come on, Chloe, what do you think I am, stupid?” she exclaimed.  “You’ve had a face like a slapped ass all weekend!”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Your cell phone’s been in your hand every second since we arrived, yet the one person you haven’t spoken to since we left Kansas is the one person who, up until recently, you’d spoken to every day since you met him.”  She leaned forward and got right up in Chloe’s face.  “Something happened between you and Clark, didn’t it?”

“Of course not,” she lied, and focused on her computer screen. 

Lois growled and slammed it shut.  “You even attempt to open this again, and I will fling it in that pretty blue ocean over there,” she threatened. 

Chloe scowled.  “What do you want, Lois?”

“I want you to talk to me,” she pressed.  “Something happened between you and Clark and don’t even try to deny it,” she said, holding up her hand as Chloe began to shake her head.  “I may only work for the lowly Inquisitor, but I am still a reporter.”

Chloe folded her arms.  “So what are you saying?”

“Chloe,” Lois said gently, “I’ve seen you take a call from Jerry the Copy Guy, but refuse to talk to Clark Kent.  What’s going on?” 

Chloe sighed and put both her laptop and her cell aside.  “Okay, you’re right.”  she grudgingly admitted.   

Lois’s face softened, and she took her hand and pressed it reassuringly.  “You wanna talk about it?” 

Chloe thought briefly, and realised that in fact, she kind of did. 

“Clark and I had sex,” she blurted out. 

Lois smiled.  “I figured as much.  And about time too, I might add.  When was this?” 

“Last Friday.”  She paused.  “…and Saturday.”

“Twice, huh?” Lois said with a grin.  “Dude must have skillz.”

Chloe blushed and shrugged, staring blankly out to sea. 

“So, you and Clark did the deed,” Lois continued.  “And the problem with this is…?” 

Chloe sighed.  “He didn’t really want me, Lo,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears.  “Both times, he was…kind of on something that made him horny.” 

Lois’s mouth twisted into a wry expression.  “And you’re sure about this?”

“There’s no doubt.”

Lois frowned.  “Was it something he took voluntarily?”

“No, it wasn’t,” she hastily defended.  “He honestly couldn’t have known until it was too late.”

“Well, there you go!” Lois said with a smile, but Chloe shook her head.. 

“You don’t understand,” she said.  “I had my suspicions about why he was suddenly interested in me, and I was proven right.  I mean, he never has been up until now.”

“Is that what you think?” Lois asked in surprise.  “Girl, I’ve seen the way he looks at you, and I can tell you right now that that dude really likes your ass.” 

Chloe blinked in surprise.  “You noticed that?” 

She nodded.  “Mmm-hmm.  Your boobs, too.  You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed that he focuses on your cleavage a lot more than he has to.”

“I just assumed he was lost in thought,” she murmured. 

“While oh-so-conveniently staring at your boobs, sure,” Lois chortled.  “He was mesmerised, is what he was; mesmerised by the famous Chloevage.” 

Despite herself, Chloe laughed.  “He must generally be a breast man, then.  I don’t’ think it has anything to do with me specifically.”

“Then why doesn’t he stare at my cleavage?” Lois pointed out with a pout. 

Chloe rolled her eyes.  “Oh, he stares at your boobs.”

“Yeah, like he’s afraid of them,” Lois retorted.  “He probably thinks these puppies might suddenly turn into full-grown dogs and attack him, or something.  But I digress.  Did you two talk about things before you left?”  

“We did,” she said grimly. 

“And what did he say?” 

Chloe took a deep breath and closed her eyes.  “It was a disaster,” she finally replied.  “I asked him if he thought he might have been…under the influence when we had sex, and he lied to my face and said he wasn’t.  But the stuff was in his pocket the whole time, and I found it.”

Lois winced.  “Ouch.  Can I ask what it was that he took?” 

Chloe shook her head.  “I’m sorry, I can’t tell you that.”   

Lois nodded.  “Fair enough; not my business, really.”  She frowned, a thoughtful look on her face.  “Well…maybe he just didn’t want to hurt you…” 

“That’s no excuse,” Chloe replied curtly.  “Sometimes the truth hurts, but it’s always better to know.  I gave him every chance to be honest with me, and he still lied.  That was unacceptable.”

“But hopefully not unforgiveable?”

“For me, it is,” she retorted.  “Lois, you don’t know the half of it.  He’s lied to me about a lot of important things, and my trust in him is shaken.” 

Lois looked thoughtful.  “Has he apologised?”

“He’s done more than that.”  She took a deep breath.  “He said he loved me.” 

“Whoa,” Lois breathed reverently.  “And Lana?” 

“History.  He broke up with her after the first time we…” she trailed off, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. 

“Jackpot!” Lana cried happily, and clapped her hands.  “No offence to Lana; she was kind of alright, but you’re my cousin and your happiness comes first.” 

Chloe made a wry face.  “Turns out she wasn’t as nice as we thought, but that doesn’t matter now.  She’s out of our lives.” 

“So you and Clark can get started on your happily ever after.  End of story,” Lois said simply.  But Chloe shook her head.    

“I can’t trust him,” she said curtly.  “I told him to leave, and not come back.”

Lois blinked rapidly.  “You what?” 

“I really don’t want anything to do with him anymore, Lois; it’s just…too much to cope with.” 

Lois’s jaw dropped and she stared at her as if she’d gone completely stark raving crazy.   

“So, let me get this straight,” she said when she could form words.  “He slept with you; he got rid of Lana; he said he loves you…and you kicked him out?”

Chloe nodded.  “That’s pretty much it.”

“Girl, are you crazy?” Lois exclaimed.  “You’ve been waiting for years to hear him say those words; now he does, and you don’t want to hear it?”

“They’re lies,” Chloe replied glumly.  “He always lies, Lo.  I’d thought he trusted me with everything, but when it was really important, when I begged him to tell me the truth, he…” she paused and squeezed her eyes shut as one solitary tear that fell down her cheek. 

Lois reached out and wiped her tear away.  “Hey, none of that, now,” she chided softly.  “He said he loves you, though, didn’t he?”

“I don’t believe him,” she replied.  “I can never believe another word he says.” 

“But you want to, don’t you?” 

“That’s not the point,” she said with a heavy sigh.  “It’s in my best interest to cut him loose now, Lo.  I’ve held onto him for long enough as it is, and I need to let go before he gets close enough to really hurt me.” 

“It’s too late for that, though,” Lois said sagely.  “Because he’s already there; has been for a long time.” 

She sighed.  “Lois—”

“Chloe, this is eating you up inside,” she continued seriously.  “You’ve had feelings for him since the first time you laid eyes on him, and now that he’s finally reciprocating your feelings, you’re scared; I understand that.  But walking away without even giving yourselves a chance is not the answer.” 

“Then what do I do, Lois?” she asked helplessly.  “Give him yet another opportunity to rip my heart out?” 

“Somehow, I don’t think he’s going to this time,” Lois said with a wise smile.  “He gave Lana the ol’ heave-ho because of you; that says everything.” 

“He still lied to me,” Chloe pointed out. 

“Oh, like you never lied to someone you love to protect them from pain,” Lois smartly retorted. 

Chloe shrugged one listless shoulder. 

“Just give him a chance,” Lois continued.  “If he wants to talk to you, then just listen.  I’m not gonna pretend to understand what goes through Smallville’s mind, because I quite honestly have no clue.  But it’s obvious that he likes you, and he wants you.  Don’t let one little mistake on his part lead to a huge error of judgement on yours that could eventually rob you of happiness.” 

“I just…” she sighed and buried her head in her hands, unable to wipe the memory of his face when he realised he’d been caught lying.  “I just wish I knew what he was really thinking, you know?” she said quietly. 

“Why don’t you ask him?” Lois suggested.  “Right now?” 

Chloe grimaced.  “This is something I’d rather do face to face, Lo.” 

 “So do it,” Lois said excitedly.  “He’s standing right over there.”

***

Chapter 17…

Comments

[jlvsclrk.livejournal.com]

“He probably thinks these puppies might suddenly turn into full-grown dogs and attack him, or something."

Funniest line ever. Hurray for Lois and her great advice! And hurray for Clark, making his way to the Bahamas.

[purple-moon123.livejournal.com]

Love the Chlo-Lo!!
LOL!! Love that Lois mentioned Clark's fascination with Chloe's ass and her boobs!!!

[voidknightsc.livejournal.com]

Aha. Clark trying to make up to Chloe is always great fun to read.

Lois serves excellently as the obnoxiously loud voice of reason.

Ah, I fondly remember her reaction when she figured out Chloe had sex with Clark in "Temptress".