Chlark Fanfic: The Perfect Gift, Chapter 12

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Another chapter!  And this one's dedicated to simi24 , who always leaves the loveliest comments and feedback on my stories.  have a wonderful year ahead, babes!

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Title:              The Perfect Gift (a.k.a Five Times Clark got Chloe a Birthday Pressie)

Author:          BabyDee
Pairing:          Chlark

Rating:           NC-17 (this chapter kind of R-ish)

Warnings:     Graphic Sex
Timeline:      Seasons 1 – 5

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

Summary:     Clark attempts to get the perfect birthday present for Chloe, with hilarious results.

Feedback:      Gimme it. J

 

 

Read previous chapter here.

Read story from the beginning here.

 

 

 

Chapter 12

The Fifth Pressie: Little Red Teddy, Part 3

 

 

At the sudden pounding on the door, Chloe froze. 

 

“Oh, shit!” she whispered in alarm.  “Shit!!  They heard me!” 

 

Clark raised a sardonic brow at her.  “I think all of Lowell County heard you, Chloe,” he smirked.

 

“If you don’t answer the door by the count of three, I’m going to break it down!” the security guard warned, thumping loudly on the hollow wooden door which creaked ominously.  If he decided to make good on his threat, she’d never survive the embarrassment.

 

“What am I gonna do?” she squeaked, scrambling upright as the voice at the door started to count up to three. 

 

Clark blurred into superspeed and returned to her with a thick terry robe. 

 

“Quick – put this on,” he whispered, helping her into the garment.  “And on the count of three, think fast.” 

 

*** 

 

“…Three!” yelled the door voice.

 

“Okay, okay, I’m coming, I’m coming!” Chloe yelled in return, and was surprised to hear numerous snickers from the other side of the door.  She rattled the latch, glancing at Clark who indicated that he was ready.

 

As soon as she opened the door, there was a whoosh of air and he was gone.  Brian, the hefty Head of Campus Security, glared at her questioningly and peered into the room, his dark eyes surveying the relatively innocent scene with more than a little suspicion. 

 

“How can I help you, Brian?” she said politely, studiously avoiding looking at the rows and rows of curious students that had gathered outside her dormroom. 

 

“There was a very loud disturbance coming from your room, Ms Sullivan,” he said disapprovingly.  “You were yelling at the top of your voice.”

 

Her eyes widened.  “Oh, that!” she said, laughing.  “I apologise if I disturbed anyone.  I, er…see, I was eating a beef taco, and I rubbed some chilli into my eye by accident.” 

 

Brian’s left brow rose in complete disbelief.  “Beef Taco?” he repeated derisively.  “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

 

“Among other things!” called out one student, who was answered with loud twitters by several others.

 

Chloe ignored them and covered one eye with her hand.  “I just had pepper in my eye, is all.  Stings like a bitch, I tell ya.”

 

The older man scowled.  “My momma didn’t raise no fool, Miss Sullivan.  Are you sure there’s no-one else in here with you?”

 

“Did you see anyone when you came in?” she challenged.

 

“It certainly sounded like you had company.”

 

Chloe shrugged.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

 

Brian sighed and pressed on.  “I’ll spell it out for you, then.  Was there a gentleman friend in here with you?”

 

Chloe swept her arm around the room.  “Again, do you see anyone in here?”

 

He scowled, his light-brown skin reddening.  “Might I remind you, Miss Sullivan, that whilst this is a co-ed hostel, we do not allow male visitors to stay overnight in the female bedrooms,” he said stiffly.  “Some standards of decorum must be maintained.”

 

“I still fail to see why you think I might have a man in my room,” she argued prettily.

 

The security guard pursed his lips and unearthed his notebook.  “Let me see…” he mused as flipped open a few pages, his eyes lighting up triumphantly when he got to the one he wanted. 

 

“Ah, yes.  I believe your exact words were, ‘Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, Clark, oh my God,’ he finished dramatically.  “Along with several other colourful words that I’d rather not repeat.”

 

The students in the hallway burst into raucous laughter as Chloe blushed beet red.  “Oh! Well I, er…well…see, it was Clark who bought the tacos, and he ordered them with extra paprika, so I was blaming him for the sting,” she explained. 

 

Out in the hall amongst the students, Clark stifled a giggle.  Oh, she was good.  No one believed her, of course, but none of them had seen him superspeeding out of the room, so no-one could prove a thing.

 

“Oh, so it’s paprika now, huh?” he said, folding his beefy arms and fixing her with a hard gaze.

 

She blinked.  “Pardon me?”

 

“Earlier on, you said it was chilli peppers.  So which is it?” 

 

Chloe shrugged delicately.  “Who says I can’t have both?”

 

As Brian sighed in exasperation, Clark stifled his smirks and decided to give Chloe a helping hand.

 

“Hey Chloe, I heard what happened.  Are you okay?” he called out in apparent concern, making his way through the throng of students till he got to her side.

 

Dramatically she rubbed her left eye and scowled at him with the other.  “No, I’m not, thanks to your darned beef-and-paprika-chilli tacos, Clark.  You almost blinded me here!” 

 

He grinned.  “Aw, I’m sorry.  Let’s go flush that eye, shall we?”  Turning to the security guard, he said, “I need to look after her.  Could you give us some privacy, please?” 

 

Brian still wasn’t fooled, but there was absolutely no way he could place Clark at the scene of the incident.  “Fine,” he spat.  “Just keep the noise down.  I’ve got to fill out an incident report, and if you disturb again, you lose your accommodation.  Is that clear?”

 

“Crystal, sir!” Chloe chirped, still covering one eye emphatically with her hand.  “Thanks for stopping by.  Show’s over, everyone!”

 

One by one all the students slunk away disappointed, and Chloe shut and bolted her door after them.  She turned around and glanced up at Clark, who was looking at her with barely controlled humour. 

 

Both of them burst out laughing before quickly shushing each other.  Chloe wrapped her arms around his middle, still giggling and he ruffled her hair affectionately as his chuckles subsided.

 

“I told you to keep it down,” he admonished. 

 

Chloe reddened and grinned up at him.  “I couldn’t help it, Clark, you were really…” she trailed off, looking for the right words.

 

“Good?” he supplied with a smirk. 

 

She frowned.  “Schooled,” she said eventually.  “Familiar, even.  You were aware of my needs before I even knew what you were doing; it was as though we’d done this before, or something.” 

 

 Clark swallowed nervously and attempted to look flippant.  “Yeah, right.  Like you could forget something as intense as that.” 

 

“Good point.”  Her fingers toyed with the belt loops in the back of his jeans, and he felt his ardour quickly reawaken. 

 

“I mean, we are best friends,” he said huskily.  “It stands to reason that we should be able to read each other in every way.”

 

“I guess you’re right,” she murmured throatily, tracing the waistband of trousers from back to front, till both her hands were over his buckle.  “In fact, I think I want to test that theory.” 

 

Turning her wrist, she extended her fingers and slid her hand downward, cupping his massive bulge in her palm.    Slowly she flexed her fingers around him and squeezed, and the air left his lungs in a whoosh. 

 

“Holy sh-” 

 

“Shh!” she cautioned.  “Do you want to wake the entire campus?” 

 

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you,” he retorted, hissing as she caressed him firmly through his jeans.  “Oh, fuck…!”

 

“Clark, quiet!” she insisted. 

 

“Quiet?!?”  he gasped.  “You’re doing that, and you tell me to be quiet?!”

 

“Clark, I’ve barely touched you.  If you’re making noise now, what are you gonna do when I take you in my mouth?”

 

“Oh, God!” he groaned loudly as year-old memories took up permanent residence in his head. 

 

Chloe sighed and dropped her hand, much to his chagrin.

 

“It’s no use,” she said, shaking her head.  “We’ve got to go somewhere else, because I am not ready to lose my dormroom over this, no matter how hot the sex is.” 

 

“Okay, fine,” he grumbled.  “Do you have anywhere in mind?” 

 

She paused and thought for a moment.  “The lakeside?” she suggested.

 

His eyes widened in horror.  “I’m not doing it outside, someone could see me!”

 

Chloe snorted.  “Prude.”

 

He folded his arms and scowled.  “Exhibitionist.”

 

She giggled.  “Okay, so no to the Great Outdoors.  Um…local motel?” 

 

He wrinkled his nose in disgust.  “Ew.  Have you seen those sheets?” 

 

Her eyes widened with curious interest.  “No, but you sound like you certainly have!”

 

“I was being rhetorical,” he said defensively.  “But in all honesty, seedy motels are not my thing.” 

 

She threw her hands up in exasperation.  “Alright, Mr Picky, you come up with something!”

 

Clark glanced down at the bulge in his pants and grinned.  “I think I already did.”

 

Chloe rolled her eyes at him.  “Down, boy.  You ain’t gettin’ any until we’ve figured out a venue, so I suggest you get thinking.”

 

He pouted.  “Meanie.” Quickly he racked his brains, then a slow smile spread across his face as the perfect venue popped into his head.

 

“The Farm.”

 

Chloe stared at him as if he’d gone cuckoo.  “Are you shittin’ me?  No way am I gonna get my freak on with your Mom and Dad in the next room, ew!”

 

“I meant the barn,” he clarified.

 

She shook her head stubbornly.  “Still too close for comfort.”

 

“Not as close as you might think,” he said smugly.  “Today’s Friday.  Dad has his monthly check-up with the Met Gen cardiologist every Saturday morning, so he and Mom spend the weekend in Metropolis so that Dad doesn’t get stressed beforehand.”

 

Chloe gave a sigh of genuine relief.  “Well, why didn’t you say this before?” she grinned, shrugging out of the heavy bathrobe and grabbing a light coat.  “Let’s go, Lover!”

 

***

 

Minutes later, they breezed into the Kent Farm and stopped in the yard. 

 

“House or Barn?” he asked, still holding her in his arms.

 

She blushed and hung her head.  “Barn,” she said shyly.  “I’ve always wanted to do you in your barn.  It’s kind of a fantasy of mine.” 

 

“Ooh, you animal,” he joked, carrying her over the threshold and up the stairs to the loft.  Distantly he recalled that Madeline had brought him straight to the barn in order to have her wicked way with him, and he wondered just how much influence had been hers, and how much of it had been Chloe’s. 

 

Once upstairs, he set her down on her feet and unbuttoned her coat, flinging it aside unceremoniously. Her little red teddy stood out like a beacon in the mutely lit room, her lush curves straining gently against the fabric as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

 

Clark reached down and grasped her ass in his hands, squeezing the bare flesh and lifting her against the front of his jeans.

 

“Now…where were we?” he murmured lowly.

 

Chloe grinned seductively and dropped her hands to his waist.  “I believe I said something about making you scream…?”

 

***

 

Chapter 13…