babydee1 | Chlark/Kaloe Fanfic: Temptress, Chapter 4 (Reply)

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Chapter 4 of Temptress is here.

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Title: Temptress

Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark/Kaloe

Rating: Erm…not quite NC17, but a bit strong for PG13…I think :-P

Warnings: None really. Smutty thoughts…J
Timeline: Season 4 (after Spell)

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

Summary: Clark buys Chloe some perfume as a pressie. But the red tint of the scent wasn’t gotten from rose petals. Oops.

Feedback: …pushes my buttons, baby. J

Read previous chapter here.

Read story from the beginning here.

Chapter 4

“So, is he coming?” asked Lana, sipping on a Strawberry Martini.

Chloe nodded, slipping her phone back into her purse, her hand brushing against her new perfume as she did so.

“What’s his ETA?” asked Lois.

“He said he almost here already, though I could swear he was telling porkies. We’ll find out soon enough, though.” She took a long sip of the Screaming Orgasm she’d ordered and swallowed, closing her eyes in bliss. “Lois, if you’d told me this cocktail had coffee in it, I’d have been knocking them back since we walked in. It really is the ultimate high.”

Lois snorted. “With two extra shots of coffee liqueur, I’m not surprised,” she said wryly. “Multiple Orgasm, indeed.”

“Chloe grinned. “Oh yeah. Coffee, cocktails and sex; an unbeatable combo.” She sighed. “It’s a pity I’m only gonna get two out of three tonight.” She pulled out her brand new perfume and took off the lid.

“Ooh, I don’t know about that,” joked Lana. “That dress on you is sex on legs, girl; you’ve been getting appreciative glances all night. If you go home tonight without getting some, I’ll be shocked.”

“Well, we’ll see,” Chloe smirked as she spritzed perfume in all the placed she’d applied earlier. She replaced the bottle back in her purse and stood. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Raul is about to school me in the fine art of samba hip rolls.”

“Work that booty, girl,” smiled Lois. “Lana, you wanna hit the dance floor? I can stay with our stuff.”

“I might as well shake a leg while I’m here,” she replied. “Give me ten minutes, and then we can switch so you can get some party time.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll keep an eye out for Smallville till you get back.”

***

Bar Salsa was teeming with life. The atmosphere was vibrant, and the earthy, pulsing beat of the music simply begged for movers and shakers to do their thing.

Clark sped past security and slowed to a walk once inside. He scanned the artfully-lit room until he saw a familiar face sitting at a table, and walked in her direction.

Lois looked up as he approached. “About time, Smallville. What took you so long?”

He sighed. “Could you at least let me get to the table before you get the claws out, Lois?”

She ignored him and went on. “Seriously Clark, what kind of friend are you, anyway? After the disaster Chloe’s birthday turned into last time, you could at least try to be on time for her, for once.”

“I’m here now, aren’t I?” he said, irritated. Lois had a gift for rubbing him up the wrong way.

She glanced at his black-on-black ensemble. “Well, at least you look like you made an effort.”

“From you, I’ll take that as a ringing endorsement.” He rested a hand on the back of her chair and scanned the crowd of teeming dancers. “Where’s the birthday girl?”

“Living it up on the dance floor.”

Clark glanced at the dancers again, and shook his head with a frown. “I don’t see her.”

Lois rolled her eyes in exasperation and pointed. “She’s right in front of you, doofus. The fierce blonde in the red dress?”

He followed the direction of her finger…and his jaw dropped.

There was Chloe, her back to him, wearing what appeared to be next to nothing. Her dress was as scarlet as sin and showed off her gorgeous legs to perfection, and the smooth, creamy skin of her back was in striking contrast to the brilliant hue of her dress and shoes.

“That’s Chloe?” he gaped, his eyes widening.

Lois grinned. “Lookin’ good, huh?”

He couldn’t answer. She was in the arms of some guy, and his hands were on her hips, guiding them in a circular motion. He spun her around and pressed his hand against her middle, bringing her generous bottom into direct contact with his groin, and rolled his hips against her.

Clark clenched his fist and heard the wooden back of Lois’s chair crack ominously between his fingers. “What the hell is she doing?” he growled.

Luckily, Lois didn’t notice the damage to the back of her seat. “It’s called having fun, Clark. Enjoying yourself. Letting your hair down.” She grinned and stood, heading for the bar. “You should try it some time,” she called over her shoulder.

Clark ignored her and stalked towards Chloe on the dance floor, face like thunder. He tapped her dance partner on the shoulder.

“May I cut in?” he snarled in a low voice.

Chloe spun around and saw him, and her eyes lit up. “Clark! You made it!” she squealed. She turned to her dance partner and gave him a quick hug. Thanks, Raul, you’ve been a star. My hips salute you.”

Clark glared as Raul grinned and pressed his lips to the back of Chloe’s hand. “The pleasure has been all mine, seńorita.”

“I’ll bet it has,” Clark mumbled under his breath as the other man walked away.

“What was that?” Chloe asked.

“Nothing. Let’s go sit down.” He took her elbow and started to lead her off the dance floor.

“Er - hello, enjoying myself here!” she said, hanging back. “I thought you wanted to dance?”

“I think you’ve danced enough.” He pulled on her elbow again.

“Well I don’t,” she said, yanking her arm out of his hand and glaring at him. “And what is your deal, anyway? Five seconds you’ve been here, and you’ve already got your mope on.”

Blinking, he suddenly realised that his behaviour was in fact a bit odd. He was in love with Lana, wasn’t he? And yeah, Chloe was his best friend and he’d always been a tad territorial and possessive where she was concerned – but only as a friend. She certainly wasn’t his girlfriend and she could dance with whoever she wanted. Even if she was nearly naked. It certainly didn’t warrant him marching her off the dance floor like a caveman who’d just knocked out his bride with a club and was dragging her off by her hair.

So why did he have a sudden urge to do just that?

She appeared to have forgiven him for his Neanderthal moment because she smiled up at him and held out her hand. “Dance with me.”

He hesitated, still a bit shocked at his sudden surge of jealously. “Chloe, I’m a terrible dancer.”

She leaned into him with a seductive glint in her eye. “Come on, Clark, live a little. You take everything so seriously.” She stood on tiptoe and whispered into his ear. “How long has it been since you had a little fun, huh?”

Her new position brought her face right up against his, and he caught a faint whiff of her perfume; it was Temptress, he realised with sudden joy, the scent he’d brought her for her birthday. Leaning down he placed his face against her neck inhaled deeply.

At that instant, an incredibly intense rush of desire and pleasure surged through his veins like electricity through a conductor, and he felt the tingle all the way to the tips of his extremities. It was as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and for the first time since walking into the club, he felt at one with his surroundings.

Glancing around the room, he had a new appreciation for the thrumming, sensual beat of the music, the muted lighting and the general revelry of the atmosphere. His gaze fell on Chloe and lingered. He studied her from the top of her sleekly styled hair to the crimson tips of her toes, and back again, and lust slammed into him like a fist to the gut.

She was so damn sexy. That little red dress of hers was so revealing it should have come with a health warning. It left little to the imagination, and his mind was having no trouble filling in the blanks, as evidenced by the hardening response of his body.

And damn if she didn’t smell good enough to eat.

“Clark?” she said, interrupting his reverie. He looked into her questioning eyes and tilted his head slightly.

How long has it been since you had a little fun, huh? she’d asked. She was still waiting for an answer. He’d gladly give her one.

His lips curled in a lascivious leer. “Too long,” he growled, and grabbed her hips and pulled her up against him.

***

Ladies and Gentlemen: Kal has entered the building! J

Chapter 5…