bleachers

I wrote this for my friend, the hardcore Chlark-er, iykwim, because it seemed like fun.  It may or may not end up in the projected Chlark prequel, but I'm sure it'll be in altered form if it is.  Just silly fluff.



"Chloe!" The name burst from Clark's lips as if Chloe had expelled it by the force of her hands on Clark's chest.

"Shh," Chloe grinned, slipping her hand down to Clark's fly.

"Shh?" Clark repeated, disbelieving, swatting frantically at the errant hand. "Chloe, there's a pep rally going on ten feet away! No one can hear us!"

"Then why are you freaking out, kitten toes?" Chloe demanded, then began to do something interesting with her tongue to distract Clark from the way her hand was unzipping his fly.

"Public sex?" Clark squeaked.

"What, would you rather watch the cheerleaders bounce around and wave their asses?" Chloe laughed. "Should I do a routine for you?"

Clark leaned back against the support of the bleachers and shook his head at Chloe, torn between horror and rampaging lust. "You have a very strange way of expressing your school spirit," he managed at last, as she kicked her panties off.

"Go Crows," she growled, then pounced.


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