Chlark/Kaloe Fanfic: Temptress, Chapter 8

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Another Friday, another update. 

Chapter 8 of Temptress is up.

Enjoy!

 

 

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Title:               Temptress

Author:          BabyDee
Pairing:          Chlark/Kaloe

Rating:           NC17-ish

Warnings:      Minor smutty references
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:      Mmm.  Oh yeah, baby. J

 

 

Read previous chapter here.

Read story from the beginning here.

 

 

 

Chapter 8

 

 

We shouldn’t have done that, Clark.

 

Clark’s eyes widened, and she thought she detected a flash of vulnerability in their green depths.   She swallowed and went on.

 

“This wasn’t right for either of us, and you know it,” she insisted with steely determination.

 

His hands tightened slightly on her hips, and his face hardened as he clenched his jaw.  She saw a pulse throbbing in his temple, and his eyes narrowed into slits until he looked positively dangerous. 

 

“Classy, Chloe – real classy,” he said harshly.  “Next time, you might want to wait till I’m no longer inside you before you decide that fucking me is a big mistake.” 

 

With that, he pulled away from her and removed his hands from her hips, and her feet unceremoniously hit the floor.  In a matter of seconds he’d zipped up and belted his pants, all the while glaring at her as if she was something unsavoury that had gotten stuck to the bottom of his boot. 

 

She straightened and tried to reason with him.  “Clark, I’m not saying it wasn’t good for me, because it was.  But we’ve both had a lot to drink, and -” 

 

“I haven’t had a drop of alcohol tonight,” he spat.  “I got with you because I assumed the feeling was mutual.  Guess I was wrong.”  He turned on his heel and started to walk away. 

 

“Clark, wait!” she called, running after him, blushing as she felt his come trickling down her thigh. 

 

“What for?” he snarled. 

 

She caught up with him and clutched his arm.  “What are you so upset about?”

 

He glanced down at her, and his gaze ran over her coldly.  “Cover yourself up, Chloe.  You look like a slut.” 

 

She recoiled, his harsh words stinging like a barb. 

 

“Oh, so I’m the slut now?” she said angrily as she hurriedly covered her naked breasts and smoothed down her skirt.  “And what are you – the innocent bystander who was defiled by my wanton advances?” 

 

“I may not be all sweetness and light,” he shot back.  “But at least I didn’t just use you to scratch an itch.” 

 

“Don’t you dare try and put this all on me!” she seethed.  “You’re the one who put your hands all over me on the dance floor, and you’re the one who followed me in here and carried out a grand seduction!”

 

“That may be true,” he retorted, “but I never turned around after the fact and said I regretted any minute of it!” 

 

Chloe frowned and looked up at him.  “Are you saying that -?”

 

Just then there was frantic knocking and banging on the cloakroom door. 

 

“Hello?  Is there anybody in there?” a woman’s voice yelled frantically. 

 

Clark ignored the voice and leaned down towards her, holding her gaze.  “If you want to deceive yourself that what happened in here was wrong, that’s fine,” he hissed, his breath lifting her hair.  “When you’re ready to face the truth, you know where to find me.”  He turned on his heel and walked towards the door, barely breaking his stride to pull out her coat from one of the racks and toss it to her. 

 

Chloe stood frozen in place until she realised Clark had reached the door and was unlocking it.  Hastily she checked her clothing and made sure everything was in place just as the door swung open to reveal a very stern-looking cloakroom attendant. 

 

Clark flashed her a killer smile and turned on the charm.  “Hi.  So sorry about that; my friend dropped her contact lens.” 

 

The lady gave them a cutting look that told them she didn’t believe them for a second.  “I trust you’ve found it now?” she said frostily. 

 

“Oh yes, it’s all good now, thanks.”  He turned and winked at her.  “See you later, Chloe.  Hope you can see things clearer now.”  And with that, he breezed past the attendant and was gone. 

 

Chloe stood facing the other woman, feeling raw and exposed even though she was properly covered up in her coat.  She belted her coat tightly, smiled and gestured nervously with her hands. 

 

“Guess I’ll just, uh…” she pointed towards the door.

 

The attendant’s eyes narrowed as she focused on a spot behind Chloe.  “Looks like a contact lens isn’t the only thing you dropped,” she said sarcastically, inclining her head. 

 

Chloe frowned and followed the woman’s gaze – and right there on the floor were her discarded ripped panties, their bright red shade standing out like a beacon. 

 

Chloe was sure her face had heated to the same shade as the offending garment. 

 

Wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole, she hurried across the room, picked them up and stuffed them into her coat pocket, her cheeks burning with shame.  She managed to hold her head high and sweep past the other woman.

 

“Hey!” the woman said just as Chloe reached the door.

 

Chloe stopped, but didn’t turn to face her. 

 

“I’ll need the tag for that,” she said with mock sweetness. 

 

Chloe swallowed and walked steadily back to the dance hall.  Scanning the room, she saw Lois at the bar laughing flirtily with a gorgeous young man with spiky blonde hair and a dimpled chin.

 

 “There you are!” exclaimed Lois as she walked toward them.  “Wherever did you get to?” 

 

“I, uh…” she began, thinking of the standard cliché excuses.  Bathroom, fresh air, cigarette break – wait, she didn’t smoke……

 

Fortunately, Lois didn’t wait for an answer.  “Lana left about a half hour ago, said she found someone to hitch a ride home with,” she barrelled on.  “She wanted to say goodbye herself, but you’d disappeared.” 

 

“I, uh…” goodness, she really had to stop saying that.  “I’m thirsty,” she croaked.  “What are you drinking?”

 

Lois grinned and handed over her cocktail.  Chloe took a large gulp just as Lois said “It’s a Slippery Dick.  D’you want one?” 

 

Chloe sputtered and sprayed alcohol all over the bar and partly over Lois’s companion’s expensive-looking pale green shirt.  She coughed and wheezed while Lois thumped her on the back and the poor guy gallantly handed her an embroidered handkerchief. 

 

“Thank you,” she rasped. 

 

“No problem,” he said, amusement in his eyes. 

 

“What happened – didn’t you like it?” Lois asked, concerned. 

 

“It’s fine, I just…I already had one,” she said, cringing when Lois’s gentleman friend tried to stifle a grin. 

 

Lois frowned.  “When?  I thought you just said you were thirsty.” 

 

Oh, crap.  “Did I say thirsty?  Actually I meant tired.  Do you mind if I head home?” 

 

“Not at all,” grinned Lois.  “I’m surprised you were able to keep up with me this long, to be honest.”  She handed Chloe her purse. 

 

“Thanks, Lo.  Oh – how are you getting back to Smallville?” 

 

Lois shrugged.  “I think I’ll head straight back to school – Met U’s just around the corner.”

 

“Don’t worry, I’ll look after her,” the tall blond man promised. 

 

Chloe looked into his honest brown eyes, and decided he was trustworthy enough. 

 

“Okay then.  Call me, yeah?” she said to her cousin. 

 

“Will do,” said Lois, giving her a big hug.  “Happy eighteenth again, kiddo.” 

 

***

 

Clark Kent sat in the loft with his head in his hands. 

 

He’d screwed Chloe.  His best friend.  No, not screwed – fucked like bunnies would be more appropriate.  And as amazing as it had been, things suddenly seemed a whole lot more complicated in the cold light of day.

 

He groaned loudly.  What the hell had gotten into him last night?  He’d been fine until he saw her writhing with that dude on the dance floor, and he’d gone to drag her off, and then the next thing he knew, he was banging his best friend against the wall – and loving it. 

 

He scratched his head, confused.  He wouldn’t know how to seduce a woman on his best day – not unless there was some RedK involved. 

 

RedK…

 

He thought hard.  He’d gone over and over everything in his mind, but couldn’t pinpoint when he could have possibly gotten dosed with the red stuff.  He’d argued with Chloe, she asked him to dance, then teased him about having fun, and…boom.  He’d grabbed her the way a starving animal descended on a piece of meat. 

 

He closed his eyes, remembering how insanely hungry he’d been for her.  Sure, he’d always been attracted to her, but never this wildly.  It was as though the smell of her had unleashed his inner bad boy, and –

 

The smell. 

 

That perfume…Temptress?

 

He narrowed his eyes, and remembered leaning in to inhale Chloe’s neck.  Could that have been it?

 

He shook his head, dismissing the idea.  He’d smelt the perfume earlier on in the shop, and nothing strange had come over him then.  So it had to have been something else, but what, he had no idea. 

 

The dye from her dress, or her shoes, maybe?  He frowned and rested his chin on the heels of his hands.  He was no Tim Gunn, but even he could tell that neither of them had been manufactured anywhere near Kansas. 

 

He sighed and dropped his hands, glancing over to the steamer trunk on which his cellphone lay.  He picked it up and started to dial her number, but stopped. 

 

What was he going to say to her?  Hey Chloe.  Great night, huh?  We really must do this again sometime. 

 

His face heated as he remembered the things he’d said to her last night, the way he’d touched her…the way they’d come together like two unstoppable forces of nature.  God, what must she think of him now?  She was probably waiting for him to call her; guys usually did that after they slept with a woman, didn’t they? 

 

‘Sleep’ never came into the picture, bud, that annoying voice in his head jeered. 

 

He groaned again.  What the hell was he going to say to her, and how could he possibly explain his bizarre behaviour?  Maybe, he thought glumly, the words would come once he’d made that first step and called her.  Frowning, he picked up his cell again and punched out her number. 

 

It rang once, twice, three times, and then he jumped when he heard her chirpy voice. 

 

“Hi, this is Chloe.  Leave a message.” 

 

Voicemail.  He sighed in relief, till he realised that the phone had beeped and he was expected to speak.  Hurriedly he shut off the phone and put it back down. 

 

Things like this were best discussed face to face.  He still had no idea what he was going to say, but he certainly didn’t want to have this conversation over the phone.  Hell, he didn’t want to have this conversation period, but it was best that he wait till he could get Chloe alone. 

 

Suddenly his phone rang, startling him.  Alarmed, he realised she must be calling him back after seeing his missed call.  In a desperate effort to switch of his phone, he pressed too hard and the unit fragmented under his fingers. 

 

Great.  Now she’d really think he was avoiding her. 

 

He got to his feet and sighed.  Maybe if he kept busy, he’d stop worrying about things and deal with Chloe when the time came.  Sorting out the fence posts would be a good idea round about now. 

 

Glumly, he descended the stairs and headed for the woodpile.

 

***

 

“Oh, bother,” grumbled Martha Kent as she shut off her cellphone. 

 

Chloe looked up from the latte that Clark’s mother had just handed her and frowned.  “Any problem, Mrs Kent?” she asked.

 

Martha sighed.  “I just realised I have both sets of house keys in my purse, which means Clark won’t be able to leave the farm.”

 

She swallowed.  “Is Mr Kent going to come in for the keys, then?” she asked, not even daring to mention Clark’s name lest she blush like a beetroot in front of his mother. 

 

“No, he’s in Metropolis all day today at a farmer’s convention.”  She looked thoughtful, then her eyes brightened.  “Chloe, could you do me a favour and drop these off with Clark?” 

 

“Me?” she said, alarmed.  She wasn’t ready to face Clark, not yet.  Just the thought of him inside her, moving within her…

 

Martha’s voice filtered through her subconscious.  “I don’t mean to be a pest, but I’m working a double shift today, so I won’t be home till evening.  I’ve been calling the farm, but no-one’s picking up.” 

 

Chloe gulped.  “Have you tried his cell?” she asked desperately. 

 

“Yes, and he’s not picking that up either.  He must be moping in the barn, as usual.”  She looked at Chloe with pleading eyes.  “Please, Chloe, you’d be doing me a huge favour.” 

 

Chloe didn’t see any way of getting out of it without appearing rude.  “Sure, Mrs Kent,” she smiled, extending her hand. 

 

“You’re a lifesaver,” she said gratefully, handing over the keys.  “There’s a freshly baked apple pie in the oven.  Tell Clark I said to give you a huge piece.”

 

And the innuendos just keep on coming.  “I will,” she said, blushing as she headed for the Talon door. 

 

***

 

Chapter 9…