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

Clear Devotion

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4 coming soon...

Author's Commentary: Going back to my roots with some fanfiction. For reasons, you'll soon discover, this is not the type of story that can be filmed. Between watchdog groups, network decency standards, and actor contract clauses, it's just not possible. It's a little different since I'm colleagues with the people portraying my characters, but as one of them recently confided in me: "Dude, people out there have my character doing the naughtiest things. One more's not gonna offend me."

Anyway, this takes place during Season 4's "Devoted." It's a pretty straightforward alternate take. It will get itself a tad tawdry after a few parts, but I've been trying to develop myself as a writer, and Amy, one of my editors, has been on my case to polish my prose. Then again, she may have meant it as a double entendre (she's like that). So, this is the result. Enjoy or boo.

Clear Devotion: Part 1

Decked out in a cheerleader’s outfit, Chloe studied the object of her affection. Clark Kent, the second-string, soon to be starting, quarterback of the Smallville High Crows was positively limping onto the field. Her voice may have been filled with excited cheers, but inside her brain, the gears were turning.

Earlier that day, Lois had mentioned a theory she had about the Gatorade. It was a very intriguing theory, and had her focused not been shifted to much more important things, like the ailing of her true love, she’d pursue it. Except now it didn’t seem like such a bad idea. While the other football players had become more devoted to their girlfriends as a result of the Gatorade, Clark seemed to get sick by drinking it. Chloe knew never to second guess anything green in Smallville. No doubt the cheerleaders had put meteor rock in the drink. Extensive study of the rock indicated it wasn’t lethal. It did have an effect on exposure, usually involving the development of a superhuman ability. But the football players weren’t developing powers, unless true devotion to a significant other was a power. It was an amazing virtue, one that Chloe was proud to possess, but it was not a superhuman ability.

Last night, Clark had a most distasteful reaction to Chloe’s advances in the loft. While he seemed okay making out for a while, he definitely stopped short of second base. Phooey, though Chloe. He could use a refreshing beverage that inclined him towards more noble pursuit, like love. Or sex. Sex was a very noble pursuit; a pursuit that Chloe really wished she had been better at pursuing.

Well, the right thing to do is quite obvious now, isn’t it, Sullivan?

* * *

“I want you to make more Gatorade with this,” Chloe remarked, handing Mandy a small chuck of red meteor rock.

“Excuse me?” Mandy replied, eyeing Chloe up and down distastefully.

“Look, I know you’ve been spiking the football players’ Gatorade with meteor rock and phenylethylamine, effectively making your boyfriends love slaves.”

“You threatening to report me?” Mandy replied.

“Are you not listening to me? I want you to make more so that I can hook Clark.”

Mandy took the golf ball-sized crystal. “Any reason you want cherry instead of lime?”

“As if it’s any of your business, but I think Clark had an adverse reaction. That’s the stuff they made our class rings out us, and since he wore it, I know he’s not allergic.”

“So, what I’m hearing,” Mandy recapped, “if I make you some cherry delight to hook the quarterback, you won’t report me?”

“Glad we understand each other.”

“You know I’ll only be able to make about a pitcher’s worth with this much.”

“It’s all I need. One more thing.”

“You’re pushing it, Blondie.”

“It’s just a little thing. I’m coming to the party.”

Mandy looked her over again. “On one condition: you stop pretending you joined the cheerleading squad. I need that uniform back.”

Part 2