babydee1 | Kaloe Fanfic: Temptation, Chapter 1 (Reply)

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So, Temptress was such a blast to write that I decided to keep my Kaloe hat on, and...voila! This is the result. It was supposed to be a oneshot, but you know me. I did, however, manage to restrict myself to four chapters. Yay me! :-P

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...Temptation.

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Title: Temptation

Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Kaloe

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Pure PWP.
Timeline: Season 5, AU-ish (follows Temptress)

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

Summary: Chloe’s determined to get Clark to take time out for himself every now and then. Sequel to Temptress.

Feedback: Yeah, baby. J

Chapter 1

Chloe Sullivan was bored.

Which was ludicrous, since she was undeniably dating the most interesting man on the planet. She was pretty sure she was the only woman in the world whose boyfriend could get her from one city to another in the blink of an eye, heat her coffee with a single glance, or – her personal favourite – make love to her for hours on end and never get tired.

She frowned as she got to that last thought. Ideally that was the case, but these days, Clark was so busy with his studies at Central Kansas A & M, his part-time job as an intern at the Daily Planet, full-time job running the farm for his parents and his night-time calling as a hero that he barely had enough time or energy for sex anymore. Even for a super-powered alien, it was a challenging schedule.

Things had gotten to a head a few days ago when Clark had gotten back late from patrolling the streets and pretty much stumbled into her dorm room. They’d made plans to meet for dinner at a fancy restaurant to celebrate their first year as a couple, but disaster had struck at a downtown gas station and Clark had gone into full rescue mode. She didn’t mind getting shafted when people’s lives were at stake; she knew, going into this relationship that heroes had a calling that came before their significant others. But this time, her concern was all for him.

Well…mostly.

Clark had brought take-out to her room in lieu of the restaurant dinner and had managed to munch a few bites, before heading straight to bed with her. Eagerly she’d stripped him of his clothes, climbed into his lap, and begun riding him with reckless abandon. Until she heard a faint rumble and glanced down to find him sleeping.

Sleeping. And not just sleeping…snoring.

That was just wrong on so many levels. Geez, now he wasn’t with her even when he was with her. So not only was she bored – she was bored and horny. Never a good combination.

Aside from the fact that she had been sentenced to sexual frustration for the rest of the night, she then realised without a doubt that Clark had been spreading himself too thin, and something needed to be done about it. True, she had a vested interest in getting him healthy again. But if he was too tired to stay awake during sex, it was definitely time for an intervention.

So she sat at her desk and devised a cunning plan to get her man back on track.

***

Clark trudged wearily towards his dorm room at Central Kansas A & M. It was a Friday night going on Saturday morning, and most students and young urbanites were out having a night on the town. Unfortunately, ‘most’ didn’t include him.

Ever since he had started college and moved to Metropolis, Clark had taken it upon himself to be the city’s protector, whizzing around faster than the eye could see and ridding the streets of crime. And going by the press reports that came out of the Daily Planet and all over the news, his efforts had not gone unnoticed. Metropolitans were pleased with the seemingly invisible hero who whooshed about saving lives and rescuing potential victims, leaving no clue to his identity but a streak of red and blue. It was heart-warming to know that because of his abilities, lives had been saved.

But as rewarding as his hero work was, it certainly took a toll on his personal life. He was fortunate enough to have an understanding girlfriend who often worked side by side with him to save the world, both in the bullpen and out of it, but it wasn’t fair to expect her to sit in her room on a Friday night because he had hero business to attend to. This was the third weekend in a row that she was spending alone, and he really needed to figure out a way to make it up to her.

And he would, he definitely would. Just as soon as he’d caught forty winks, then got up at 4:30am to head to the farm to milk the cows, then tackled his Ethics and Journalism assignment…

He shook his head as he got to his door and slipped the key in the lock. He really was going to burn himself out if he continued like this.

He stepped into his room – and his lethargy dissipated like fog in the sunshine.

On one side of his desk, a scented candle was burning with an almost ethereal glow, filling the air with the rich, spicy aroma of cinnamon and apples. On the other side of the desk, a bottle of Louis Roederer Cristal sat cooling in a bucket of ice.

And standing in the middle, wearing a shimmering gold kimono belted loosely around her middle, her hair framing her face like silky, spun gold…was Chloe.

“Hey there, tiger,” she drawled sexily.

Dayum. “Chloe…you look…” he paused and swallowed. “Wow,” he finished.

She grinned and reached for the champagne bottle. “Glad you approve. So…ready to roar?” She applied the requisite pressure and popped the cork dramatically, and champagne bubbles fizzed out of the top and ran down her fingers.

Despite the beautiful picture she presented, he really was on the verge of collapse. “I feel as weak as a newborn kitten, Chloe,” he said regretfully. “I can barely mew, let alone roar.”

Her face fell and she pouted prettily. “Oh, come on. You can find a bit of muscle in there for me, can’t you?” she purred, taking a swig from the bottle before setting it down on the table and walking towards him.

He sighed wearily. “Chloe, as much as it pains me to say this…not tonight, dear. I just had a really rough night, and I have to be up again at four in the morning.”

She reached him and yanked his head down towards her. “No can do, babe. I need you ‘up’ now,” she rasped, and claimed his lips in a searing kiss.

Automatically his arms went around her and he drew her close, prising her lips apart with his tongue and tasting champagne in her kiss. He took a deep breath…and suddenly he was surrounded by a familiar, peculiar fragrance he hadn’t encountered in over a year. The tantalising scent hit his nostrils, and he broke the kiss and threw his head back, his body coming alive in waves.

God, that felt good.

Of course, he was no stranger to the scent itself; after all, pretty much every woman in Metropolis now had Temptress in their perfume collection. But there was something in this particular bottle that none of the others had...something which made a world of difference where he was concerned.

“Oh, Chloe,” he whispered hotly as every cell in his body became infused with redK, supercharging him with lust, “you’re a bad, bad girl.”

***

Chapter 2…