Ch I. pt 2 of 5
I. Section2
And suddenly Chloe realized that Clark's lips were on hers again.
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For a moment Chloe was bewildered at what was happening.
Clark is kissing me back! REALLY kissing me… she thought wildly.
She could feel the tingly hot tendrils of energy flowing out of her and into Clark. She knew that somehow her ability had been triggered by the emotional pain he must be feeling and by her sorrow for him. She knew Clark was not kissing her because he loved her, but because his heart was broken over loosing Lana, because he was in pain and somehow her ability was trying to heal his emotional wounds.
Lana was my friend, Clark is my friend! Chloe screamed silently inside. I can’t let him do something he’ll never forgive himself for!
But as Clark’s mouth opened pleadingly against Chloe’s lips, her brain turned to mush and her knees to jelly as the tingly electricity twisted deep inside her. Tears streamed down her face and onto his. She had always wanted him, but not like this. She tried to will her body to pull away, to stop the rushing train of events she could already feel barreling towards her.
But Chloe knew that she could no more fight what was happening than she could defy gravity; and without giving them permission, suddenly her arms were going around him, her fingers were tangling in his soft brown hair, her lips were parting and her heart was opening to him like a flower in the desert rain.
As their kiss deepened, Clark felt Chloe’s willpower melt beneath his strong hands, which had dropped down to encircle her tiny waist. On some level he was aware of what was happening, but for him there was not a lot of thinking going on. When Chloe had kissed him there had been some sort of chemical reaction in his brain, like sensory overload. He had pulled back from the shock of it, not sure what to make of the overwhelming sensations. He knew she had kissed him before – but it had never felt like that – he had never felt anything like that before.
So without thinking - he had instinctively grabbed her by the shoulders, holding onto her for dear life – pressing his lips back into hers – not thinking anymore – just reacting to the energy that was like a tidal wave of love, which drowned out the excruciating pain he had felt moments ago. There was a moment where she seemed to resist but then he sensed her surrender. His hands ran down her back, and then up underneath her silk green shirt, grabbing her small back with one large hand and pulling her to him; his other hand moving up to grab a fistful of blonde hair, pulling her mouth even deeper into his.
Chloe felt the iridescent bubble of energy completely engulf them both. All of a sudden she could see Clark’s pain in her mind, like a gaping black hole stretching beneath her. Her heart broke for him a million times over – and as she willed his pain toward herself, she could visualize it growing smaller and smaller.
Clark could feel his agony and rage evaporating, replaced with wave after wave of heat and an intense love that twisted through his veins like an intoxicating drug he couldn’t get enough of. Chloe’s lips tasted like strawberries, and he couldn’t stop kissing them, sucking on them, caressing them with his own. Her skin felt electric, each touch sending tingly pangs of need throughout his whole body. He was suddenly overwhelmed by an undeniable hunger for more, for her, for this escape, for this healing.
Clark couldn’t think any longer, something was taking him over faster than a freight train, and suddenly Chloe was all he knew, all he had ever known. He was disoriented, yet he could feel every nerve in his body – all his senses were heightened to a degree he’d never imagined possible. He inhaled Chloe like she was his last breath… He could taste her sweet mouth, feel her soft curves pressed against his body, and smell her delicate floral perfume mixed with the salty aroma of her faint perspiration. And all these sensations combined suddenly, igniting a fuse deep within him that he became desperate to put out.
There was no battle of wills, no struggle with his guilt or conscience or concern that they might damage their friendship. Clark’s mind was elsewhere, floating in a disembodied sea with Chloe’s, and meanwhile his body had switched into auto pilot. He was impatiently shedding and ripping off of their clothing as they stumbled together towards Chloe’s bed, never breaking their increasingly frantic kiss. There was no concern for Chloe’s safety, no savoring the moment, only frantic panting, only ravenously deep and desperate kisses. Clark Kent was quickly losing control.
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I. Section2
And suddenly Chloe realized that Clark's lips were on hers again.
…
For a moment Chloe was bewildered at what was happening.
Clark is kissing me back! REALLY kissing me… she thought wildly.
She could feel the tingly hot tendrils of energy flowing out of her and into Clark. She knew that somehow her ability had been triggered by the emotional pain he must be feeling and by her sorrow for him. She knew Clark was not kissing her because he loved her, but because his heart was broken over loosing Lana, because he was in pain and somehow her ability was trying to heal his emotional wounds.
Lana was my friend, Clark is my friend! Chloe screamed silently inside. I can’t let him do something he’ll never forgive himself for!
But as Clark’s mouth opened pleadingly against Chloe’s lips, her brain turned to mush and her knees to jelly as the tingly electricity twisted deep inside her. Tears streamed down her face and onto his. She had always wanted him, but not like this. She tried to will her body to pull away, to stop the rushing train of events she could already feel barreling towards her.
But Chloe knew that she could no more fight what was happening than she could defy gravity; and without giving them permission, suddenly her arms were going around him, her fingers were tangling in his soft brown hair, her lips were parting and her heart was opening to him like a flower in the desert rain.
As their kiss deepened, Clark felt Chloe’s willpower melt beneath his strong hands, which had dropped down to encircle her tiny waist. On some level he was aware of what was happening, but for him there was not a lot of thinking going on. When Chloe had kissed him there had been some sort of chemical reaction in his brain, like sensory overload. He had pulled back from the shock of it, not sure what to make of the overwhelming sensations. He knew she had kissed him before – but it had never felt like that – he had never felt anything like that before.
So without thinking - he had instinctively grabbed her by the shoulders, holding onto her for dear life – pressing his lips back into hers – not thinking anymore – just reacting to the energy that was like a tidal wave of love, which drowned out the excruciating pain he had felt moments ago. There was a moment where she seemed to resist but then he sensed her surrender. His hands ran down her back, and then up underneath her silk green shirt, grabbing her small back with one large hand and pulling her to him; his other hand moving up to grab a fistful of blonde hair, pulling her mouth even deeper into his.
Chloe felt the iridescent bubble of energy completely engulf them both. All of a sudden she could see Clark’s pain in her mind, like a gaping black hole stretching beneath her. Her heart broke for him a million times over – and as she willed his pain toward herself, she could visualize it growing smaller and smaller.
Clark could feel his agony and rage evaporating, replaced with wave after wave of heat and an intense love that twisted through his veins like an intoxicating drug he couldn’t get enough of. Chloe’s lips tasted like strawberries, and he couldn’t stop kissing them, sucking on them, caressing them with his own. Her skin felt electric, each touch sending tingly pangs of need throughout his whole body. He was suddenly overwhelmed by an undeniable hunger for more, for her, for this escape, for this healing.
Clark couldn’t think any longer, something was taking him over faster than a freight train, and suddenly Chloe was all he knew, all he had ever known. He was disoriented, yet he could feel every nerve in his body – all his senses were heightened to a degree he’d never imagined possible. He inhaled Chloe like she was his last breath… He could taste her sweet mouth, feel her soft curves pressed against his body, and smell her delicate floral perfume mixed with the salty aroma of her faint perspiration. And all these sensations combined suddenly, igniting a fuse deep within him that he became desperate to put out.
There was no battle of wills, no struggle with his guilt or conscience or concern that they might damage their friendship. Clark’s mind was elsewhere, floating in a disembodied sea with Chloe’s, and meanwhile his body had switched into auto pilot. He was impatiently shedding and ripping off of their clothing as they stumbled together towards Chloe’s bed, never breaking their increasingly frantic kiss. There was no concern for Chloe’s safety, no savoring the moment, only frantic panting, only ravenously deep and desperate kisses. Clark Kent was quickly losing control.
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