Clear Devotion, Part 3

Clark had Chloe pressed against the wall of the pool house. Her legs were wrapped around his hips, her body pressing against his straining erection, her hands wrapped around his neck and grabbing at the fabric of his shirt. The ferocity with which she was kissing him really made Clark regret spurning her advances the night before.

The fact that the cheerleaders had nefarious plans was still nagging him in the back of his mind, and he had every intention of resolving this problem, but right now, it was simply not a priority.

Chloe’s tank top was so tight that Clark had trouble getting a grip on it. Chloe obviously did not have this problem, as she was easily able to lift both Clark’s shirt of his back and slip off her tank top in a matter of seconds, while still leg-wrapped around his torso. Underneath she wore a scandalously-low-cut red tankini top showed the vast majority of her midriff and cleavage. Clark did not miss this.

Alas, his viewing time was cut short as Chloe started kissing him again. Almost of their own volition, Clark’s hands began to feel up Chloe, starting with her lean but soft waist. Gentle squeezes of her sides caused involuntary thrusts that pushed her father and farther up until lip contact could no longer be sustained. Instead, Chloe wrapped her arms around Clark’s head, giving him access to her throat. His lips roamed downward, exploring the vast region of exposed skin on Chloe’s neck.

His tongue explored lower and lower, until it finally was forced to slip under the fabric of her top to continue its expedition. It was mere millimeters from some very engaging attractions, but those visits would not be possible without a little less clothing.

She reached down and grazed Clark’s chiseled abs and hooked her fingers around the tie-cord bow of Clark’s suit. She looked up, making eye contact, wordlessly alerting Clark of her next move. His hands obediently found themselves manipulating the shoelace knot behind Chloe’s neck.

Seconds later, both knots were undone. Clark’s suit slipped down to rest low on his hip bone and the strings of Chloe’s top now lay limp across her chest, allowing the fabric to fold over perilously low over her breasts.

“Okay,” Lois voice called out, “that’s quite far enough!”

Part 4 coming soon...

Clear Devotion, Part 2

That damn slut of a cousin of mine is completely hogging all Clark’s time. And he’s in a freakin’ bathing suit, too! Oh, well, I’ll have time for him later. Let’s just get a few things straight, won’t we, cuz?

“I want you to understand something, Lois, Clark’s mine,” Chloe greeted her cousin.

Lois turned, blindsided, “Geez, Chlo, what are you doing here? And in that?” Lois remarked of Chloe low-cut, forming-fitting yellow tank and red hot pants.

“I’m keeping my boy-stealing cousin from taking the love of my life.”

“Chloe, for the last time, zero interest in Clark,” she remarked, pointing at herself, “And I thought I told you, you’re not yourself. You drank some of that Gatorade.”

“Lois,” Chloe cut her off, “I know. And that stuff didn’t make me fall in love with Clark. I was already in love with Clark.”

Lois began to gently explain, “You’re not in love with Clark. He’s this boy that you’ve had a crush on…”

But as Chloe had no time for this, Lois was left talking to herself. She spun around to give Chloe a piece of her mind, only to be approached by a rather broad-shouldered linebacker holding a plastic cup of what appeared to be green beer. “So, I couldn’t help but notice that you were here with Clark Kent.”

“Oh, please, Clark’s parents are just giving me a place to stay. I have no time for that farmboy.”

With a wide grin, the football player responded lavishly, “I like the sound of that.”

“Look, buddy,” Lois snapped, poking the flirter in the chest, “I’m here on a very important mission.” She poked him again. “Not bad…” she remarked, appreciation in her voice. After a moment of debate, she looked over her admirer’s shoulder, commenting to herself, “Oh, well, she’s a lovesick puppy. Can’t get herself into too much trouble, can she?” She turned to the linebacker, and asked, “So, what position do you play? In football?”

Meanwhile, Chloe had tracked down Clark, who was currently eyeing Mandy Walsh. “What’s she got that I don’t?” Chloe asked quite pointedly.

Clark spun. “Chloe, what are you doing here?”

“It’s a party for football players and cheerleaders. I’m a cheerleader.” Luckily, Mandy didn’t seem to have overheard.

“Don’t remind me,” Clark remarked sarcastically.

“Here,” Chloe said as she handed Clark a plastic cup, who eyed it warily, “don’t worry, it’s just punch. Non-alcoholic. And it’s not that nasty Gatorade stuff that made you sick today.”

Clark was momentarily touched that Chloe had noticed, before realizing it was probably only her devotion that made her notice. He sniffed it. It smelled really good. He usually preferred orange to cherry, but this stuff smelled really good, so he took a tip before he started lecturing Chloe. “Chloe, Mandy is drugging the football players to make them devoted slaves. I’m just trying to…”

All at once, Clark began to doubt that the punch was non-alcoholic, given the buzz he’d gotten from it. Though, that would be impossible since he was immune to alcohol. Unless there was… it can’t be!

Clark set the drink down, but the damage was done. His conscience was clouding. It wasn’t the same rush as when he wore the ring, but…

God, this feels good!

All of a sudden, he realized that the whole love-slave football player devotion was not such an urgent matter. Chloe was standing here, obviously still on the effects of the Gatorade. Honestly, Chloe was quite a pretty girl. And probably a lot more sexually adventurous than that prude Lana. Well, Lana did have that quality, but honestly, is she really worth it?

Okay, enough thinking, Clark thought as he eyed Chloe. “So, we’re at a party. Got any ideas?”

“Oh, do I, farmboy… do I.”

Part 3

Photo

A Chlarkimmy Study

Rating: K
750 words

Jimmy aspires to be a photojournalist. Chloe sometimes wonders if he missed his calling in life to art photography.

Jimmy once told her that a photographer could take a picture of anything, anything at all, and if he was gifted enough and found just the right angle and snapped the picture at the exact right instant, that the whole of the image would be greater than the sum of its parts. She challenged him to do that with her trash bin. He silently accepted it by leaning to the ground and rummaging through her garbage for a few minutes. After retrieving a Polaroid camera, he knelt down and snapped a picture.

When the image developed, Chloe noted that he had made it so that a few partial headlines were visible at the top of the heap. In the background was slightly out-of-focus front page article about a celebrity divorce. In the foreground were the headlines, stating fragments such as “poverty-stricken” “low-income neighborhoods” “rampaging malaria” “crisis in Africa”. A testament of what made the paper… and what didn’t. She had to buy him dinner that night.

Now, a glossy 8-by-10 sits on Chloe’s desk, which had completely grasped her full attention. She even remembers when it happened. She, Clark, and Jimmy had just finished investigating a superpowered menace. There’s been so many of them, Chloe doesn’t quite remember which one it was, but she remembers what transpired afterwards as clearly as if it had just occurred. They were about to go to Chloe’s favorite sandwich shop. Clark had suggested it; Jimmy wished he had thought of it first. He also wished that Clark would take a hint and leave him and Chloe alone, but Clark’s always been pretty oblivious to subtle cues. Then, it happened. It happened so quickly.

In the black-and-white photo is Clark, kneeling down, his arms wrapped protectively around a young girl of about eight years wearing a Catholic school uniform, clutching the lapels of Clark’s jacket as if her life depended on it. In the near background is a car, its hood wrapped around a street lamp. In the far background, across the street, is a nun with a dozen other schoolgirls, as well as a few pedestrians. While they’re all out of focus, their body language clearly states their traumatized states. Because he keeps his camera around his neck at all times, he was able to snap the picture less than thirty seconds after the accident. In fact, the smoke is still only beginning to appear out of the car’s hood.

Chloe wants to believe that it’s only coincidence, but somehow Jimmy can always capture something amazing each time he takes a picture, as if the universe is perfectly coordinated to set a scene just right every time the photographer presses the red button on his camera. In the picture, the wind is blowing some leaves into the air. A few airborne leaves circle around Clark and the girl, suggesting the shape of a sphere, a bubble around the two. All around them is chaos and fury, but inside that bubble is Clark, a wall of protection, sheltering an innocent child. Peace just come anew.

“Bright eyes?” comes the voice which jars Chloe out of her trance. She looks up to face it, dropping the picture face-up. Looking down at it, Jimmy states, “I think I’ll call it ‘Haven.’ Whatta you think? Any good?”

Softly, she remarks, “It’s amazing. Would you mind if I kept it?”

Jimmy enthusiastically responds, “Sure, no problem. Didn’t make the paper and I got copies anyway. Any particular reason?”

Chloe, with effort, expressed to him, “It reminds me of how lucky I am to have people in my life who care about me.”

“You mean ‘cause the girl reminds you of that? Or maybe ‘cause of how C.K. saves everybody… somehow… all the time?” He paused before modestly adding, “Or maybe ‘cause it reminds you of me and my half-decent picture-takin’ skills?”

“All of the above,” she replies simply and distantly.

Jimmy just nods, perplexed, and ambles off, leaving Chloe to her thoughts and watering eyes, which float back and forth between the subject of the picture and the signature of the artist.

~

A/N: These are really hard. You have the pick the absolute right words and syntax and everything!

©2006, 2007 Godeerc VanDrey Enterprises, Inc. Created Thursday, December 28, 2006. Finished Saturday, December 30, 2006. Updated Wednesday, January 17, 2007.