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22 August 2002 @ 13:50
la la smut la la!  
Okay, so here's the thing... Ever since the spoilers for "Red" hit the 'net, I've been obsessed. With smutty thoughts. Even more so than usual. And if you know me, then you should be very, very afraid.

So, doodled the following... (which, granted, it's particularly smutty compared to the fabulous smut that's out there, but is pretty gosh darned smutty for li'l ole me.)

Chloe thumbed through one of the files in the filing cabinet, chewing on her bottom lip as she went through clippings from the Planet. Finding the story she'd been looking for, she turned to go back to her desk, and almost jumped out of her skin as she came face to chest with Clark Kent.

"Jesus, Clark! You scared me. I didn't hear you come in."

He smiled down at her, but didn't step back. Instead, he reached out to brush her hair back from her face. "Chloe, I've been wondering something all morning."

"What?" she asked, annoyed with herself that his sheer proximity was making her cheeks warm.

"I've been wondering," he said lazily, curling a lock of her hair around one finger, "if your lip gloss was grape or watermelon."

"Clark?" she asked, confused, "What's going--" she began, but her question was lost as his mouth covered hers.

Chloe had always laughed at the trite, flowery descriptions of kisses in romance novels. Stuff like "His lips descended on hers, his tongue plundering the warm depths of her mouth," etc. However, she couldn't help but be struck by the fact that that was exactly what he was doing.

Her eyes went wide as he backed her against the filing cabinet, the drawer handle digging into the spot between her shoulder blades as he slipped one denim clad thigh between her legs. She completely forgot how to breathe as pretty much all her girl parts were suddenly in close proximity to his boy parts.

His really excited boy parts. In the Torch office. In the middle of the day. Where anyone could waltz right in and witness this little porno-in-progress. Using both hands braced against his shoulders, she dragged her mouth from his and he quirked one eyebrow as he licked his bottom lip.

"Strawberry? Now, see, that I never would have guessed."

She tried to back away, but she was trapped between the filing cabinet and three miles of tight black t-shirt clad farmboy with a predatory gleam in his eye. The only thing Clark was ever predatory about was his mother's peach cobbler. She felt like she'd stumbled into the Twilight Zone.

"Clark, what the hell?"

"I just realised that I've been wasting my time," he said with a shrug, and leaned forward, lips brushing her temple, tongue tracing the curve of her ear. "All those nights mooning over Lana," he whispered huskily, his breath tickling her neck, "when I could have been with you."

She blinked, her mouth suddenly dry. He was saying everything she'd ever wanted to hear, but he wasn't quite Clark. Klaxons continued to go off in her brain as his hand drifted down to her hip, pulling her flush against him.

"Um, Clark? You didn't happen to run into any extinct sunflowers that spit glowing green pollen into your face this morning, did you?" She pressed her hand against his forehead, trying to see if he had a fever. "Or maybe last night? Or, you know, any time in the last two--"

He cut her off with another kiss, even hungrier than the last, and she was fighting for breath when he finally let her come up for air.

"...or maybe hyenas?" she asked, dazed, and he chuckled.

"Don't tell me you've never imagined one of those nights where we're working late on the Torch," he smiled again, and it was as far away from the familiar doofy smile she'd come to associate with the Kent charm as it could be while still being called a smile. "And we just threw caution to the wind..." he picked her up and the next thing she knew she had her back against the Wall of Weird, a few articles ripping free from the pushpins that held them and floating lazily to the floor. Her hands gripped his shoulders and her legs were wrapped around his waist and to keep from falling, and her skirt had ridden up almost completely.

Oh great--excited girl parts up against excited boy parts. So not good.

"I mean, I know I always said I didn't want to end up on your Wall," he said with a chuckle, "but I have to admit, the mental image of you on it turns me on."

"Have you been reading Pete's Maxim magazines again?" she asked, trying to keep her voice light despite the way her heart was jack-hammering in her chest. "Because only in Neanderthal-world do women really want to be dragged off to a cave by their hair."

"Come on, Chlo--I know you want me."

Not like this, her brain screamed as he took her hand from his shoulder and began sucking on her fingers one by one, while simultaneously demonstrating that friction was a wonderful thing.

Okay, maybe kinda like this--she admitted to herself even as she bit her lip against a moan-- but not with whoever this pod person is. It took a Herculean effort, but she pushed away from him, getting her legs back beneath her and side-stepping his reaching arms.

"Clark, we so can't do this--" She backed toward the door, feeling for the knob with her fingers. "I mean, we could, but we shouldn't." She shook her head. "We really shouldn't."

"Why?" he asked, green eyes boring into hers as he slipped one finger inside the open neck of her blouse and ran it along her collarbone. "We're in our prime--"

"You're in your prime. Technically, my prime won't actually come until my early 30s." She was babbling as she felt her hand brush the metal doorknob. "It's all just too fast--and you're not yourself."

Her hand closed on the knob, and before she could twist it the door opened from the outside, and she jumped as Pete stuck his head into the office.

"Pete!" She didn't think she'd ever been so relieved.

"Yo, Clark--we've got gym in three minutes--where've you been?"

"Just helping Chloe with the Wall," Clark said as he picked up one of the fallen clippings from the floor and pressed it back into the corkboard scant inches from her head. His hand brushed her shoulder before dropped back to his side.

"Coach is gonna kick our butts," Pete grabbed his arm.

"Raincheck?" Clark asked with a wicked grin as he allowed Pete to drag him out into the hall. Chloe nodded before she could stop herself, and felt hot blood rush to her cheeks.

"What the hell was that?" she muttered to herself as she rebuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse.
mood: giddygiddy
ex_jennifus965 on 22nd August 2002 12:17 (UTC)
*deep breath*
*deep breath*
Have I told you lately that I ::heart:: you?
*deep breath*
Calming down, calming down...
OMG, I SO wish this were going to be on the show! OMG! Clark... my favorite part was:
"Strawberry? Now, see, that I never would have guessed."
Ooooh. I want to SEE this...
edie: twcrotchedie22 on 22nd August 2002 12:40 (UTC)
Ok, I almost didn't read. But only because I am practically spoiler free... but this just left me wondering what the spoilers were, and of course, panting for the hotness.
ljctaraljc on 22nd August 2002 12:50 (UTC)
If you reeeeeeeeeeally wanna know, I can tell you.

Otherwise, I can leave you twisting in the wind, on tenterhooks until November.
edieedie22 on 22nd August 2002 12:54 (UTC)
Oh, I think I've guessed. And I want to be surprised. It's funner that way. Yes I just said funner.

I read every spoiler there was last year, and the end of the season wasn't as fun for me. So I am trying to stay away from them... I know about Redux and the Lex one. But it's funner to guess. and wonder.

Aaand, I'm a big dork. =)
ljctaraljc on 22nd August 2002 13:00 (UTC)
Normally, I avoid spoilers like the plague. But for some reason, I am the biggest spoiler ho of the western world where SV is concerned. I am such a bad monkey.
Our Lady of Perpetual Procrastinationtresca on 22nd August 2002 13:06 (UTC)
I'm exactly the same way with SV. It's so weird.

This was quite yummy. So why aren't you writing for the show exactly?

Oh and I love the icon! Yay smut!
ljctaraljc on 22nd August 2002 13:20 (UTC)
> So why aren't you writing for the show exactly?

erm, 'cause I live in Chicago instead of LA so I could never go and pitch, I have zero produced teleplays, haven't written a spec since university, and no agent in their right mind would represent me?

I mean, I *could* write a spec for SV. Easy as pie. But then I wouldn't be able to get it made, and writing a Charmed or Buffy just to try and get a SV pitch session would just be so much work...

And, um, the odds of me actually turning out a filmable 50 page teleplay that doesn't suck are about the same as Adam Sandler's netting an Oscar nomination for "Mr. Deeds."
Tiny Timmy Tokyoslodwick on 22nd August 2002 13:18 (UTC)
"Clark, what the hell?"

Someone should say this in every episode, I think. I know I'm thinking it. Of course, I'm thinking it in Lex's voice.

I'm mostly trying to stay spoiler-free... I kinda skimmed some stuff, but I haven't got much memorized. This, however, I'm anxious to see. Well, not this... some rank, Smallville version of this, I guess. With Lana. *sigh*

Oh, and brava on the smutiness, darling. I was pleasantly surprised! Heee... excited boy parts!
ljctaraljc on 22nd August 2002 13:26 (UTC)
yay! I get smuttier by leaps and bounds, me.

Okay, really small leaps.

Quantum leaps.

So to speak.

Oh boy!
Molly's come and gonenitasee on 22nd August 2002 18:28 (UTC)
What!! Isn't there more!?!

And that whole bit about the flavor of her lip gloss was priceless.
ljctaraljc on 22nd August 2002 18:56 (UTC)
Depends on whether or not I a) read more spoilers which don't throw this totally out the window or b) decide to write the "raincheck" or c) both.

If you're curious, spoilers for Red can be found at K-site and The Torch.
Neva Toadmice on 23rd August 2002 20:21 (UTC)
Tara, I can always depend on you -- ficwise and fanwise. Perfectly Chloe. Especially the "Technically, I'm not in my prime until my 30's."

Leni: Xanderleni_ba on 22nd June 2007 21:42 (UTC)
Oooh, why hadn't I seen this one before? *hearts it* I love it, an it's so hot. Love the bit about hyenas, too!
ljc: pimpmobiletaraljc on 23rd June 2007 00:23 (UTC)
omg this si 1 million years old... I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I actually reworked it into a story called Silver and Gold, if you're curious to see how it changed after the ep finally aired.
Lenileni_ba on 23rd June 2007 20:45 (UTC)
ooooh, so pretty! I love the Chloe&Lana vibes, and this Clark was just amazing. It's been a long time since I went through OldSkool SV, since I'm not much around SV fandom at all... lol. But this was really great, with convincing voices. thanks for the link! Off to add it to kitd_recs