Chlark Fanfic: Wounded Heart, Chapter 22

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Chapter 22

 

Title:               Wounded Heart

Author:          BabyDee
Pairing:          Chlark

Rating:           NC17

Warnings:      Smut!  More smut!!
Timeline:       Post-‘Legion’

Disclaimer:    All characters belong to the CW & DC comics. 

 

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Read story from the beginning here.

 

“Clark?”

 

Dimly he could make out someone calling his name, but for the life of him he couldn’t move a muscle.

 

“Clark, are you alive?”

 

Chloe sounded clearer now, and he could sense a hint of concern in her voice.

 

“Clark, if you can hear me, give me a sign.  Wiggle your fingers or something.”

 

With all the energy he could muster, Clark raised a finger and crooked it weakly before dropping it back on the mattress.

 

“Oh, thank goodness,” he heard Chloe breath as she snuggled up close to him.  “You scared me.  For a second there, I thought I’d killed you.”

 

He swallowed.  “For a second there,” he said weakly, “I think you did.”

 

He heard her chuckle, and he cracked open an eye and grinned at her.  He lifted his hand and gathered her close.  “You’re amazing, you know that?” he said, gazing at her warmly.

 

She smiled and brushed an errant lock of hair off his face.  “Well, that’s one think I can put on the list of things you like.”

 

He caressed her chin with his forefinger.  “’Like’ is an understatement.”  And he meant it.  Chloe had taken him to heights of pleasure he had never known existed.  She had, quite literally, blown him away – in more ways than one.

 

“I’ve fantasised about you doing that to me for years,” he confessed.

 

“Really?” she said, startled.  “I’d have thought Lana would be the object of your fantasies.”

 

“Initially, yes,” he said honestly.  “But the truth is, you were never far from my thoughts either.”  And with Chloe, his fantasies had always been more vivid, more risqué and down to earth, whereas with Lana, there had always something…chaste about his thoughts.  And ‘chaste’ was the last thing he wanted in his fantasies.  And even as dull as his Lana thoughts had been, when they had gotten together the reality didn’t stand up to the fantasy.  With Chloe, it had far exceeded it.

 

“I never had anyone almost die on me before,” she giggled.

 

He smiled.  “I never had anyone do that to me before,” he replied.

 

Chloe frowned.  “You mean Lana never…?”

 

He shook his head.  “She never offered, and I didn’t ask,” he said.

 

“Why not?” Chloe asked, genuinely curious. “Did you at least talk to her about it?”

 

He shuttered his gaze.  “No.  But it doesn’t matter anymore, because she and I weren’t right for each other.”  He drew small circles on her palm with his forefinger.  “You and I, on the other hand…”

 

Chloe’s brow furrowed in a slight frown, and he could see that his subtle attempt to change the subject hadn’t gone as well as he’d have liked.  She glanced up at him, frown still in place.

 

“There’s more, isn’t there?” she said softly.  “What aren’t you telling me?”

 

He sighed.  “I can’t hide anything from you, can I?”  He played with her fingers, wondering how best to explain himself without sounding like a needy shrew.  “It’s nothing important, really-”

 

“Talk to me, Clark,” she said quietly.

 

He swallowed hard and focused on their joined fingers.  “Lana and I…the few times we had sex, she always insisted I use protection,” he began.

 

Chloe smiled.  “A wise decision, I think, considering the evidence of throwing caution to the winds is snoozing in a room just down the hall.”

 

He was silent for a moment, then continued.  “She was already on the pill, Chloe.”

Her eyes widened, and he could all be see the thoughts chasing themselves in her head as she made sense of what he was saying.   She placed a hand on his cheek.

 

“Clark…Lana didn’t know you were different the first time you two got together,” she said gently, “and she was probably just being extra-careful that time she got zapped with your abilities.  I’m sure she meant nothing by it.”

 

He stared at her in admiration.  He should have known that despite all he’d left unsaid, she’d be able to connect the dots.  She’d always been able to read him like a book, and he only wished they’d gotten together sooner.

 

“You’re probably right,” he said.  Still, the fact that Lana had insisted on protection despite the fact that she’d already taken care of birth control had felt like a personal rejection of him, like she hadn’t wanted to be tainted with his alien bodily fluids.  That was why he had never brought up the issue of oral sex with her; because he felt she’d already done everything possible to keep from being really intimate with him that she possibly could have. 

 

“Clark, look at me,” Chloe said, her hand still on his face.  He lifted his eyes and stared into her honest hazel gaze.

 

“Don’t ever think less of yourself because you weren’t born on this planet,” she said earnestly. “You’re an amazing individual who is the epitome of humanity to me.  Don’t you ever forget that.”

 

Clark bit his lip as he felt the sting of tears gathering behind his eyes.  He raised a hand brushed his thumb over her lower lip.  “I think I just fell in love with you all over again,” he said with a tremulous smile.

 

She smiled back at him, and he pulled her toward him and gently claimed her lips in the sweetest of kisses.  She threaded her hands in his hair and deepened the kiss, leaning into him, pushing him over till he was lying on the bed and she was sprawled on top of him.  He smiled as her hair brushed the sides of his face, tickling him slightly.  The feel of her soft skin against the length of his entire body was beyond amazing, and he felt himself begin to harden again.  No surprises there; the year-long abstinence and his ardent desire for her had all but guaranteed he’d recover swiftly.

 

Chloe trailed her lips to the side and sucked gently on his earlobe.  Clark shuddered, remembering the intense effect it had had on him the last time she’d done it.  She wedged one thigh between his and slid her leg upward, gasping when her knee came in contact with his pulsing length.  She raised her eyebrows and looked up at him in surprise.

 

He grinned.  “What can I say?  We’ve missed you.”

 

She grinned back, and wrapped her arms around his neck.  He held on to her and rolled them over so she was on her back beneath him. 

 

“You get more beautiful with every passing day,” he whispered, gazing into her hazel eyes and stroking her cheek.  “Don’t you ever forget that.”

 

Her eyes shone, and he could see her struggling to control her tears.  “I won’t,” she whispered back with a smile.

 

“Good.”  He slid his hands down over her torso and cupped her breasts, kneading them softly and brushing his thumbs over her nipples, drawing a low moan from Chloe.  He lowered his face and rubbed his cheeks over the smooth flesh, placing soft kisses over them, careful not to suck on her nipples in case she sprang a leak.

 

He smoothed his palms down her midriff, pausing to trace a faint, silvery stretch mark line that ran across her lower belly.  He smiled, once again in awe of the miracle of childbirth.  He was pleased he’d reassured Chloe that he found her as beautiful and desirable as ever; if anything, he found her new curvier, voluptuous figure even more enticing than her pre-pregnancy shape.

 

Clark trailed his fingers lower, brushing lightly over the soft curls that surrounded her sex.  She shivered, running her hands over the taut muscles of his back and sliding her fingertips up and down his spine.  God, she was making him crazy.  He had to distract her somehow before she made him lose control again.

 

Clark worked a finger through the soft, moist folds and gently probed her narrow channel.  He frowned slightly.  She was definitely tighter than before; he remembered reading that that was always a possibility when one had had post-partum stitches, as Chloe had.  He had to remember to go slow and be extra gentle with her.

 

He withdrew his finger and trailed it upward, then made pressing, circular motions with it against her aching nub.  Chloe moaned and writhed against him urgently, tilting her hips toward him in a silent plea for more.  He added a second fingertip and increased the pressure, pleased when she twisted against him and uttered his name in a sexy, throaty moan.  He stroked her firmly, thrusting inside with both fingers.  She gasped, and he could feel her internal muscles squeezing his fingers, making him groan as the ache in his own groin intensified. 

 

“Clark,” she whispered urgently.  “Clark, I need you; all of you.”

 

He didn’t need to be told a second time.  He settled over her and rubbed his erection between her thighs, coating himself in her moisture.  Chloe held on to him and rolled her hips intimately against him, making him so hot he had he squeeze his eyes shut and concentrate hard to stop his heat vision from going off.

 

“Clark,” she urged again, insistently.

 

Clark positioned himself and slowly began to press into her.  He heard her sigh and felt her body begin to yield to him.  He exhaled deeply, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in her completely, and…

 

And then it hit him.

 

“Son of a bitch!” he growled, pulling out of her.

 

Chloe’s eyes flew open.  “What?” she said, startled.

 

He slapped himself in the forehead.  “You’re an idiot.  An idiot.”

 

She gasped.  “Me?”

 

“No!” he yelled, then lowered his voice.  “No, not you, Chloe, not you at all.  I’m the stupid one.”

 

“Clark, what is it?” she asked, concerned.

 

“I’m supposed to protect you, damn it,” he muttered.

 

She stared at him, puzzled.  “Protect me from…?”

 

He took a deep breath.  “Chloe…you wouldn’t happen to have any condoms on you, by any chance?”

 

She sighed in relief.  “Oh, that.  Well, no…but-”

 

He groaned, head in hands.  “Please, please, please tell me you’re taking something.”

 

She shook her head.  “I’m not on the pill, but-”

 

“Damn it!”  He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled roughly.  “Then we can’t do this.”

 

“Of course we can!” she insisted.  “Clark, I-”

 

“Chloe, I want this as much as you do, believe me, and I love Kallie more than life itself…but the last thing we need right now is another baby.”

 

“Clark, it’s okay-”

 

He got off the bed and started pulling his clothes on.  “No, it’s not.  I’ll just make a quick trip to the drugstore, and – damn it!” he cursed as his foot got caught in his trousers and he lost his balance and fell sideways to the floor with a thunk.  He heard Chloe giggling as he frantically scrambled to an upright position.

 

“Clark, will you calm down?” she managed between fits of laughter.

 

Calm down?  Clearly she had no idea of the torment he was going through, what it had cost him to stop at that moment.  He dragged one shoe on and hopped toward the other, his foot still stuck in his pants leg.

 

“I’ll only be a minute-” he began.

 

“Clark Kent, will you stop flapping about like a headless chicken and listen to what I’m trying to tell you?” she cried.

 

He stopped.

 

“Thank you.”  She raised her left arm and pointed to her tricep.  “Take a look,” she said triumphantly.

 

He looked at the spot she’d indicated.  “Yeah…and?”

 

“Well, what do you think?” she said, exasperated.

 

He looked heavenward in despair.  What was it with women and their body issues?  He hobbled over to the side of the bed and took her face in his hands.

 

“Chloe,” he said tenderly, “are you asking me if I think you have chubby arms?  Because I’ve already told you, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world to me.”

 

Her eyes narrowed dangerously and she gave him a frosty glare.  “Look inside, doofus.”

 

Oops.  “Sorry,” he said sheepishly.  “My bad.”  He focused his x-ray vision on the inner side of her upper arm, where just under the skin there was a little sliver that looked like a matchstick. 

 

He frowned.  “What is that thing?” he asked, perplexed.

 

“Contraceptive implant,” she explained.  “It releases hormones into my system that trick my body into thinking it’s already pregnant, and stops me from ovulating.”

 

Realisation dawned.  “So you mean…” he began hopefully.

 

She grinned.  “Thanks to this little sucker, we can make guilt-free whoopee for the next three years.”

 

He collapsed back onto the bed in relief.  He looked over at her and returned her smile.  “…aaand I just fell in love with you all over again.  Again.”

 

She chuckled, and batted her eyes seductively.  “So what are you waiting for, big boy?”

 

Excellent question.  What was he waiting for?  Once again, the clothes came off in superspeed and he settled himself over her, branding the side of her neck with hot kisses. 

 

Chloe’s hands caressed him warmly, skimming down over his ribs till she got to the sides of his hips and pulled him toward her.  Their lower bodies connected, and Clark ground against her insistently, eager to be inside her again after such a long time apart. 

 

“Clark?” she said timidly.

 

He groaned.  She wanted to talk now?

 

“What is it, Chloe?” he asked weakly.

 

She bit her lower lip.  “Do you think my arms are chubby?” she said in a small voice.

 

It took all of Clark’s control to keep from bursting out laughing, mainly because he knew if he did, there was no way he was getting any.  He couldn’t believe she was still thinking about that.  He decided to dispense with her doubt once and for all.

 

He leaned over her and kissed her passionately.  Finally, he lifted his head and looked into her eyes.  “I think your arms are beautiful,” he said honestly.  He ran his hands over her smooth skin, cupping her breasts.  “I think everything about you is beautiful.”  He heard her breath catch in her throat as his hand slid lower and he pressed his thumb against her clitoris and moved it in a firm, circular motion.  “I think you’re the sexiest thing that ever walked the face of the earth.  And I think we’ve been talking for far too long.” 

 

He braced himself over her on one arm, and hooked one of her knees over his other forearm and leaned forward so that her intimate flesh was exposed to him, and pressed his pulsing hardness right up against her.  Slowly he pushed forward, sliding into her inch by inch, feeling light-headed as she stretched to accommodate him, loving the firm, snug grip of her body from the inside.

 

When he was finally all the way inside her, he lifted his head and returned her heavy-lidded gaze with one of his own.

 

“Does that answer your question?” he said in a low voice.

 

Chloe smiled at him conspiratorially.  “What question?”

 

Bingo.  Clark grinned.  He drew back and thrust, making her throw her head back and moan.  He repeated the motion and she moaned even louder, her eyes drifting shut as she fisted her hands in his hair.  He picked up the tempo, rotating his hips slightly and altering his thrusts in an attempt to try and make it last longer for both of them.  Luckily Chloe had taken the edge off of his lust earlier, so he could concentrate on making sure she found her pleasure. 

 

He could feel the tension in her body building, heard her breathing become irregular as her heart beat faster and faster, knew she was close.  He reached down to where they were joined and moved his fingers rapidly over her heated core.  Chloe’s low moan rose to a high scream as she shuddered against him, her orgasm hitting her hard as her inner muscles pulsed repeatedly around him, squeezing him tightly and sending him tumbling over the edge with her.  He groaned hard and long as the intense pleasure rode through his entire body in unstoppable shockwaves, and they held on to each other tightly, taking deep breaths as the sensations eased.

 

Clark eased off her slightly and rolled onto his side, gathering her close to him.  He rubbed her back lightly and kissed her on the forehead.  She snuggled further into his embrace and placed a hand over his heart, sighing loudly.

 

They lay quietly in each other’s arms for several minutes.  Clark finally found himself able to move, and he raised a hand to stroke Chloe’s smooth cheek.  She looked up at him, and he grinned.

 

“So…” he said brightly, “same time next year?”

 

Chloe extricated her hand and whacked him playfully on the shoulder.  “Twerp,” she said affectionately.  She pushed him over till he was lying on his back, and she placed her head on his chest while he put his arm around her waist, letting his hand rest on her generous backside.

 

“Oh, God,” he heard her groan.

 

“What is it now?” he queried wryly.

 

She lifted her head and looked at him with a twinkle in her eye.  “We just had sex in your parents' bed!”

 

“Ugh.”  He made a face.  “Are sure you want us to make love more than once a year?  Because comments like that are not helping your cause.”

 

She snickered.   “Forget I mentioned it.”  She yawned loudly.  “I think you wore me out, Clark.  I should try and grab some sleep before Kallie wakes up.”

 

 “Too late,” he said.  “She’s been awake for the last ten minutes, having a conversation with the butterflies hanging on the mobile.”

 

Chloe groaned.  “My work never ends.”  She started to rise, but he pushed her gently back down on the pillows.

 

“I’ll see to her,” he said, rising.  “As long as she doesn’t need a feed just yet, we’ll be fine.”

 

She smiled, taking his hand.  “Thank you.  And Clark?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

She kissed his fingers, and gazed up at him warmly.  “I love you.”

 

His heart swelled in his chest till he thought it would burst.  He leaned down and claimed her lips in a tender kiss before grinning at her widely.  “I love you back.”

 

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