Season 8. Chlark. Young Adult.
1.
There’s plenty of times when I indulge in fantasies in which the intimate moments I often witness between Clark Kent and Lana Lang had actually happened between Clark and me. I even do it with their not-so-intimate moments. Like when Clark crashed Lex and Lana’s engagement party and kidnapped her. I was horrified at the time. I was also green with envy after the red flush of humiliation from Clark’s harsh-but-true words had faded from my face.
There’s plenty of times when I indulge in fantasies in which the intimate moments I often witness between Clark Kent and Lana Lang had actually happened between Clark and me. I even do it with their not-so-intimate moments. Like when Clark crashed Lex and Lana’s engagement party and kidnapped her. I was horrified at the time. I was also green with envy after the red flush of humiliation from Clark’s harsh-but-true words had faded from my face.
Ever since I got engaged to Jimmy
Olsen I had moments where I fantasized Clark came breaking into the engagement
party to whisk me away and proclaim his love for me. He’d tell me what a fool
he was for not realizing sooner that I was the girl of his dreams. I usually
indulged this fantasy with my hand under the sheets as the fantasy turned from
romantic to outright filthy.
It’s funny how awesome fantasies
don’t always make for good reality. My best friend and lifelong crush, Clark
Kent, just crashed my engagement party and it wasn’t the least bit romantic.
“Clark, what the hell are you doing?” I hissed.
He was clearly buzzed on red
Kryptonite. He had that wild, throw-caution-to-the-wind look about him. He was
feeling too good right now to give a damn about the consequences of his
actions. I hated how those red meteor rocks affected him. They made him feel
like nothing but his own pleasure mattered, and that made him dangerous.
“Why, I’m coming to wish you a happy
engagement,” he said, smirking insincerely.
“You had to break down the door to
do that, CK?” my fiancé asked.
“Looks like, JO,” Clark replied. He
looked at Jimmy like he was a bug and that worried me.
“Clark, why don’t we go for a walk?”
Clark’s eyes focused on Lana. She’d
flown in from Chicago for my engagement party. Now Clark studied her, cocking his
head to the side.
His voice dripped with sarcasm when
he said, “Sure, a nice long walk would be nice, Lana. Maybe we could sit on a
park bench and reminisce about old times. Hell, maybe I’ll forgive you like I
usually do and we can make up. You could come back to the farm and we could
live happily ever after. That is what you want, right?”
Lana looked down, gulping, and I
felt that familiar old spark of jealousy flare up. Lana had tried to talk Clark
into reconciling, obviously, and now he was throwing it back in her face. I
didn’t feel too sorry for her as she looked down in embarrassment. Last time
Clark had shamed me. Now she knew how it felt.
I decided to stomp down on those
feelings. Lana was a friend. It wasn’t her fault Clark had chosen her over me,
and that she’d loved him in return. Love did what it wanted, whether the people
experiencing it liked it or not.
Besides, I’m marrying Jimmy. It
didn’t matter what Lana wanted in regards to Clark. It was none of my business.
“Clark, you did this to Lana and
Lex. Don’t do it to me,” I said, trying to reason with him.
“I think Lana’s right. Some fresh
air might do you good,” Oliver Queen said. He stood up and inched closer,
trying to put himself between Clark and me. Not that it would do any good.
Unless Oliver had some green Kryptonite he wasn’t going to force Clark to do
anything.
“You know, Ollie, I think you’re
right. Let’s get some of that fresh air.”
“She’s not going anywhere with you,”
Jimmy said. He advanced on Clark, ready to fight, having no idea that he stood
as much chance of taking Clark in a brawl as he did stopping a locomotive that
was barreling at him at a hundred miles per hour.
Clark swatted Jimmy aside, sending
him flying head first into the nearest wall. He sank to the floor unconscious
and it felt like the floor had dropped out from under me.
“Jimmy!”
I rushed to his side and knelt down.
I put two fingers to his neck to feel for a pulse. Thank God I could feel a
strong and steady beat under my fingers. Jimmy wasn’t dead. He was just
unconscious.
“You could have killed him!” I
shouted.
“Could have but didn't, so be glad.
Anybody else care to stand between me and Chloe?” Clark asked, as he marched
toward me. I’ve never seen such a fierce and determined expression in his eyes
before. It was scary having a literally unstoppable man coming after you.
“Smallville, what kind of drugs are
you on?” Lois asked, while Oliver pulled her close to keep her from trying to
step in front of Clark as he passed by. Victor, A.C., and Bart Allen were all
looking to Oliver for orders on how to protect me from Clark, but Oliver didn't
know what to tell them. None of them had any green Kryptonite handy.
Martha Kent wasn’t to be deterred by
any of her son's threats. She planted herself firmly between Clark and me,
though I doubted he’d listen to her when he was like this.
“Are you going to hit me too?”
Martha asked. “Chloe doesn’t want to go with you, Clark.”
Anyone else would have been in
serious trouble right away, but Clark hesitated in front of Martha.
“Move.”
Martha’s eyes were hard as steel
when she said, “Or what?”
Clark gripped Martha by her arms and
moved her out of his way. Then he grabbed me painfully by the arm and hauled me
away from Jimmy. I was going to have an ugly bruise in a few hours.
“Like I said. I’d like a word with
you.”
“Well I don’t want one with you! Get
out, Clark! Just...get out!”
Clark completely ignored my protests
and threw me over his shoulder. I had just enough time to see Oliver pull Lois
toward him so she wouldn’t be able to see Clark blur away with me.
2.
As soon as my feet hit the snow I
pulled away from Clark. My entire body shivered involuntarily. Clark just ran
with me all the way from Smallville to the north pole and all I had for
protection was a thin, strapless dress and Clark’s own body heat.
Now that I was away from him the
cold really set in. I could feel my face starting to go numb.
“The Fortress, huh? At least you’re
original enough not to take me back to the barn like you did with Lana.”
“I didn’t want my well-meaning
mother to interrupt us with a chunk of green Kryptonite.”
“Did you bring me here just to
freeze me to death?”
“I’ve been tinkering with the place
and I’ve learned a new trick. Follow me.”
“I can’t. I can b-barely breathe.”
He didn’t have much concern on his
face when he scooped me up and strolled through a section of the Fortress I’ve never
seen before.
We rounded a corner and entered a
massive chamber. There was a walkway that stretched out over what looked to be
about a hundred foot drop. Snow swirled across the floor below us and the wind
howled so mournfully that it made me shiver from a different sort of cold.
The ice, which was shaped in thin
columns, crisscrossed high above. They disappeared into blackness. Clark
approached the end of the walkway and as soon as he did, crystals began to grow
out of the ice toward them. Some crystals were clearer than the ice in which
they were ensconced. Clark pulled one long, thin crystal out and placed it into
an empty receptacle.
“I don’t know what this room is,” he
said, “but it’s fun.”
A breeze blew and it was wonderfully
warm. I sighed in relief as the frigid chamber warmed with incredible speed.
Clark came over to me and stared
hard at me. I saw his eyes glow and a blanket of warmth brushed lightly against
my skin. It was heaven.
“Warm now?” he asked.
I nodded once I’d thawed.
“Thank God,” I sighed.
“Thank me instead. I’m the one who
warmed you up,” Clark snapped.
“I hate you when you’re like this.”
Something in my voice must have
gotten through to Clark. I saw the old him, the true face of the Clark Kent I
know and love pass across his face. It was a fleeting moment. He turned away
from me and moved toward the edge. He put a foot over the edge. Even though I
knew he was invincible I still called out to him not to jump.
Clark smirked and stepped over the
edge. Instead of falling he simply floated in mid air.
“You’ve learned to fly?”
“No.”
He took some loose change from the
pocket of his jeans and tossed them into the air. They floated for a few
seconds before beginning to slowly sink toward the bottom of the chamber.
“Come fly with me.”
Clark held out his hand. I was tempted
for a moment to accept. The temptation didn’t last long. I wasn’t going to
indulge Clark. I don’t know what he wanted from me. I had no idea why he
brought me here, but I wasn’t going to play his games.
“Take me back to Smallville, Clark.”
“Sure. As soon as you’ve heard what
I have to say.”
I cautiously approached the edge.
“You promise?”
Clark nodded once.
I looked at the high drop off and
felt a twinge of vertigo. I’ve never really been scared of heights but I’m not
fond of them either. I put a foot out and eased out. There was no resistance.
There was nothing to indicate I wouldn’t just plummet to my death.
“Have some faith,” Clark said. “Just
step out.”
“I can’t.”
“Trust me.”
I put my foot back onto solid ice.
“Trust you? Why would I trust you after this little hissy fit tonight? You hurt
Jimmy and kidnapped me!”
“So I took you from your fucking
engagement party,” said Clark nastily. “Is that really enough to undo all your
trust in me?”
“If you were yourself, I’d trust
you, Clark, but you’re high on Kryptonite. How did you get dosed?”
“I did it deliberately.”
My jaw fell slack. “You dosed
yourself on purpose? Why?”
“Because I wouldn’t have been able
to get your attention any other way!”
Clark’s voice echoed through the
chamber with terrible force. It was almost loud enough for me to need to cover
her ears, but I didn’t. The pain in his voice was heartbreaking and I couldn’t
bring myself to close my ears to it, even symbolically.
“Why would you think that?”
Clark said nothing. He merely stared
coolly at me.
“Get rid of the stone. Throw it
away, Clark, and we’ll talk. You’ll have my undivided attention.”
“Call me Kal,” he said, and he
reached out and plucked me from the walkway, then released me, where I floated
beside him.
“That’s just like you, isn’t it Kal?
You take what you want but you never give, do you?”
“I want you, red Kryptonite
or not. I tried to make you understand that before but you ignored me.”
I was surprised by the anger that
swelled inside me at his words.
“Let’s pretend I’m on red Kryptonite
too, shall we, Kal?” I said scathingly. “I'll be brutally honest. You've
always known how I felt about you. Every time you looked into my eyes
you saw how much I loved you, how much I wanted you, but you ignored it until
you could fool yourself into believing it was only friendship. That way you
could pine after Lana without a guilty conscience! You’ve broken my heart more
times than I can begin to count, Kal. Now that I’ve moved on you suddenly
decide you want me and I’m just supposed to dump Jimmy for you on command? Well
you can forget it. You never dumped Lana for me, Clark. I’m not throwing away
what I’ve worked for at the snap of your fingers.”
“So you’re prepared to marry a man
you don’t even love just to spite me?” Clark asked in disbelief.
Tears welled in my eyes. I silently
cursed them. “No, Clark. I’m prepared to marry a man who made me feel like a
woman, a beautiful woman worthy to be put first. All you’ve ever done was make
me feel like I was never good enough for you.”
“I never said you weren’t good
enough!”
“Oh you said it all right, Clark,
loud and clear, every single time you chose Lana over me, or came to me for
advice on your love life, or your problems with her. You willfully hurt me over
and over and over again and you never cared!”
“That's not true and you know it! I
couldn't help that I loved Lana. You can't blame me for that!”
The damn broke and I wanted nothing
more than to be away from him. My entire body shook. I couldn’t hear the sound
of the wind that blew around us over the sound of my own weeping.
“Take me home, Clark. I need to
check on Jimmy.”
Something sailed past me. I watched
a red stone disappear into the darkness below. I felt Clark’s hands on my arms.
They were big, strong, and warm.
“I’m sorry,” Clark whispered.
I didn’t say anything. I wanted to
reach the walkway and the force of my will literally guided me to the solid
ice.
“It’s a training room,” I said
thickly.
“What?”
“This room. It’s a training room to
teach you to fly. You should use it.”
“You don’t love Jimmy. Not enough to
marry him,” he said.
I ignored him and started back
toward the main chamber. Clark stopped me with a hand around my arm. It was
still sore where he’d grabbed me earlier.
“Kiss me,” he said softly.
I sighed. “That’s not
going to fix anything.”
“After all our history, Chloe, after
everything we’ve been through, all I’m asking for is one kiss.”
“Why, Clark?”
“So I can let you go.”
I
debated what to do. I couldn’t understand where this was coming from to be
honest. Clark’s sudden interest in me since my engagement to Jimmy confused me.
He’d given no indication that he thought of me as more than a friend until
tonight.
Well, maybe that wasn’t quite true.
There were times when I caught him staring at me, or looking resentful when
Jimmy and I kissed. I’d thought it was simple worry that he and I would grow
apart now that Jimmy and I were so close. I’d had no idea that Clark’s feeling
ran deeper.
Part of me loved the revelation.
Part of me hated it. Damn him for putting me in this situation. My heart
screamed at me to turn Clark down and go back to the life I’d worked so hard to
build. I’d long come to accept I’d never be anything more than Clark’s friend.
I’d prepared myself for him to marry Lana, have kids, and eventually our
friendship would fade to the occasional ‘Hey, what’s up?’ text, or dinner night
with him and Lana, me and Jimmy, to catch up on how life was treating all of us
as couples and individuals.
Now Clark wanted me to kiss him so
he could let me go. I’d never had a clue he was attached to me in that way to
begin with.
I supposed, as I stood there in the
Fortress of Solitude, with Clark staring hopefully at me, his eyes full of
confusion, pain, and fear, that the least I could do was give him his damned
kiss so we could all just move on. We’d been through a lot together. What harm could it do?
I couldn’t bring myself to actually
speak. I just nodded.
Clark came to me and I felt his
approach hum throughout my body with every step he took. God, how many times
have I dreamed of this? How many times have I thought of Clark Kent walking
toward me with the intent to take me in his arms, kiss me, or even make love to
me? Now it was happening and I felt like I was stuck in some weird dream.
Clark wrapped his hands around my
back and pulled me close. He was so warm and solid. He was the strongest man in
the world but right now he trembled as though he was the weakest. He leaned in
and pressed his lips to mine.
This was the most awkward kiss of my
life. I fought myself not to resist, to just give in so he could take me home
and I could check on Jimmy. I was afraid to give in though, because I knew the
second I did I’d have to deal with all the old feelings I’d carried inside my
heart since the day I met Clark.
Damn him!
Clark understood my dilemma on some
level because he patiently persisted, pulling back and kissing me again and
again until finally I parted my lips and allowed him to deepen the kiss.
I wasn’t prepared for what happened
when he pressed me closer to his body. His breath was warm and he filled my
senses completely. His tongue gently explored my mouth and it was exhilarating.
I felt something stir deep inside me. It was fire and ice, lust and need, love
and fear.
Clarks hands reached lower to cup my bottom. He pulled me easily up and I wrapped my legs around him instinctively. I
clung to him. He was the ship that kept me afloat in a stormy sea of desire and
deep, abiding love. His lips trailed from my mouth to my neck. I became aware
he was pressing me to some cold, hard surface, grinding into me and making my
body tight inside, in the sweetest places.
This kiss was getting out of hand. I
had to stop it. For God’s sake, I was getting married!
I pushed Clark away and he looked
into my eyes.
“Do you ever kiss Jimmy like that?”
“No,” I said truthfully. “I didn’t
know it was possible to feel that way. Not even with you.”
“Forgive me,” Clark begged. “Please
forgive me for every time I hurt you. I just want the chance to make it up to
you.”
I urged him to set me back on my
feet and he did. I needed some space from him to think clearly. I couldn’t make
an intelligent decision with Clark’s body pushed up against me, the taste of
his kiss on my lips. I could even still feel his kisses on my neck.
I walked to the edge of the drop off
and looked into the darkness. The little red rock that had given Clark the
courage to reveal how he really felt was down there, somewhere. I wondered how
much of what Clark professed to feel was real or that rock, so I asked him.
“The rock is gone. I’m telling you
how I feel,” Clark insisted.
He put his hands on my shoulders and
kissed my neck.
I closed my eyes. I’d reached my
decision the moment Clark’s lips first closed on mine. I’d just needed time to
face it and accept it.
I couldn’t imagine going back to
Jimmy now. The only man I’d ever really loved, would ever really love, wanted me. How could I pass up a chance at true
happiness?
“Take me home, Clark,” I said. “I
have a wedding to call off.”
-End
oww I want to read more!!
ReplyDeleteAwesome! Can we have some more??
ReplyDeleteI loved it! I wish Chloe would realize that Jimmy isn't the one. She's not fooling anybody.
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Awwww, this is sweet. I love red K Clark, but I love it even more when he tosses the stone and lets it shatter. And the ending is awesome!
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