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[for Chloe]

Clark is not nervous. Not at all. That pacing he's doing outside Chloe's apartment building? Totally not nerves. It's just a second date and the first one was the one he was nervous over. This one should be a breeze.

He just needs a minute.

Finally, after taking a quick look around to make sure no one's watching, he takes a deep breath and speeds up to her apartment, knocking lightly on the door.

It's hard to not just walk in.

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He's about to contnue his protest, but then there are boobs. And not just any boobs, but Chloe's. As good friends as they are, he's never seen her in anything less than a bra. It's sort of fascinating in an entirely teenage guy kind of way and whatever he was about to say has been completely forgotten.

"Um, what?"

Chloe looks smug. Very smug.

"Kiss me, Clark."

Tentatively, he trails a hand down along her side and around to her back, tugging her against him, skin against skin and... okay, that feels really nice.

Then he does what she tells him to and kisses her, long and deep. Clark, it seems, is pretty good at following orders.

It totally feels nice. Chloe lets out a small groan of appreciation as he kisses her.

These are very good steps. Next up, she'll try getting him out of his pants.

Clark likes this step. It's a step he thinks he can get comfortable with, letting his hands roam over her warm, soft skin, seeing what other kinds of liitle sounds he can get her to make.

He's even starting to get ambitious, combining that with working his mouth down her throat and back up to her lips.

Yeah. He could sit on this step for a while.

Chloe is perfectly content to let him. His goal of having her emit little sounds is working without a problem. She's pressed up against him rather tightly. Everything is good. For the most part.

His hands are kind of big and warm and nice, but they seem to be missing certain very grabbable parts of her body. He follows instructions well enough, so she decides to guide one hand over.

Clark's hand? Meet Chloe's boob.

He'd been working his way around to it. Honest. So when Chloe decides it's time to take a half a step forward, he's more or less prepared for it. It's not like he hasn't done this before, he reasons.

Except it's a little different with Chloe. There's, well, more to deal with. His hand cups nicely around and he squeezes gently, running his thumb across the front, just to gage what her reaction is.

Her reaction is a shiver that echoes down her spine as she sighs with delight. It's clear from her reaction that he is doing a very good job.

It's even more so clear when she reaches her hands downward to start fumbling with the button and zipper of his pants.

Clark, like most people, responds very well to positive feedback. So he starts trailing kisses down her neck, toward where his hand is still causing those shivers.

And if that means he has to shift down on the bed a little so certain things are out of reach, well, that's just a coincidence.

Coincidence? Yeah right.

Chloe would normally frown as her goal suddenly becomes out of reach, but given the way he's kissing her and touching her?

It's kind of impossible to do so.

She murmurs in appreciation as she moves her hands back upward to explore his back. New game: making him horny enough so he won't protest to the removal of pants.

He is, in fact, plenty horny already. Chloe's been pressed up against him enough she probably knows that. It's the mind that still needs to be pushed over the final edge.

It's teetering.

For now, though, it's interesting to note that boobs come in pairs, and one of Chloe's has been sorely neglected uo to now. Clark decides to change that.

As Clark busies himself with that, Chloe decides to try a new tactic. Her hands slide as far down his back as they can before she rakes he nails into his skin, moving them back upward slowly. While she does this, she rubs her lower body against his.

There has to be something that'll make Clark give in. And she's determined to find it.

And maybe reciprocate the pleasure in the mean while.

That seems to do the trick. Or at least a trick, as he arches his back into her hands, her nails sparking off tiny little sensations, much like her teeth against his neck did earlier.

Clark works his way back up her body, capturing her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, clearly indicating that whatever nagging morals he had hanging around have pretty much been obliterated.

Chloe returns the kiss just as passionately, if not a little less so. This would be because her fingers have returned to their original task: removing Clark's pants.

Then, maybe, he would get the hint of removing hers and grabbing a condom. Foreplay is great and all, but her body is finally at the point where it wants more.

But Clark is all about foreplay! He's considerate that way. So while he doesn't seem to be in any diverted from continuing with such. he's not really doing anything to deter Chloe's mission.

This could also be because his brain has officially ceased to function properly.

Soon enough, the button is undone and his fly is down. Then, a hand slips in above his boxers.

She's kind of curious to see his reaction to this one.

Hand. Hand in a place he hasn't been touched in a rather long time. There's that whimper again, and instinctively he tenses and pulls away just a bit, staring at her intently and breathing heavily.

But after a few moments he relaxes and presses against her again.

Whispered, "We're really sure we want to do this?"

Chloe nods, staring into his eyes. Her face is flushed and her own breath is coming out heavily.

"Please, Clark?"

He kisses her lips lightly and then along her jaw.

"And you're not going to pull the friends card on me tomorrow and say this was just because it was almost the end of the world?"

"End of the world's passed," she replies as she kisses him back. "And I have no intention of being just friends with you, Kent."

He's not Bart or any of the other guys she ever went out with. But there's still something in him that attracts her - a lot. Pulling a friends card would seem like a waste with him.

"Clark," he reminds her softly. Kent seems too impersonal somehow and given the situation, that's just not right.

But he appears appeased with her answer and relaxes further, drawing a hand down her body, fingers tracing along the waistband of her jeans.

"Clark," she whispers, kissing the lobe of his ear before continuing downward with the nibbles she's sure he likes by now.

There aren't any protests when he gets to the waistband of her jeans. Absolutely none at all, except for more whispers of encouragement.

And maybe a reminder as to where the condoms are located again.

Clark likes. He likes very much, but he really can't allow himself to get too distracted. He has a task to do, if Chloe's whispers are any indication, and he manages to not only get her pants undone, but unceremoniously tossed on the floor behind them.

Chloe laughs at that, giving him a deep kiss as a reward.

"Now... what about yours?"

Clark likes rewards, too.

"That would be the next logical step, wouldn't it," he replies, mouthing along her throat and discovering that apparently, Chloe has very soft skin everywhere, even her thighs.

"I thought you were working on that."

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