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.
