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[July 4][Smallville][Doors]
Title: Doors
Day/Theme: July 4
Series: Smallville
Character/Pairing: Clark, Chloe
Rating: R
He stands there and watches her walk down the hall to the bathroom where she would wash away the strong smell of sex off her skin. A smell that still hangs in the air behind her in the now vacant dorm room. A normal person wouldn’t be able to pick up the scent, but then again Clark Kent was far from normal. Just like a normal person wouldn’t hear a friend cry out their name from half a mile away, only to discover the reason for the breathy cry was not mortal peril, but carnal pleasures.
The room still smelled of Chloe. Spicy cinnamon and coffee beans mixed with a slight musk. A much heavier musk now. God, had Chloe always smelled like sex and he never noticed? He tries closing his eyes, but still the image floats before him. Chloe laying on the bed. Shirt spread open. Lavender bra with one breast pulled out of its cup, Thumb and forefinger working its nipple. Skirt pulled up around her waist, panties around her ankles, other hand moving furiously between her legs. His name on her lips. She hadn’t even undressed fully before she started. Just jumped in with both feet first, or hands in this case. A very Chloe like way to do things. Apparently the way she did everything, even sex.
He tried to shake the idea of Chloe and sex from his muddled mind. He looked at the door in his hand, no longer attached to its frame. He was definitely gonna have to start X-raying rooms before he entered them. Maybe there was something in his truck he could use to put the door back on its hinges.
Day/Theme: July 4
Series: Smallville
Character/Pairing: Clark, Chloe
Rating: R
He stands there and watches her walk down the hall to the bathroom where she would wash away the strong smell of sex off her skin. A smell that still hangs in the air behind her in the now vacant dorm room. A normal person wouldn’t be able to pick up the scent, but then again Clark Kent was far from normal. Just like a normal person wouldn’t hear a friend cry out their name from half a mile away, only to discover the reason for the breathy cry was not mortal peril, but carnal pleasures.
The room still smelled of Chloe. Spicy cinnamon and coffee beans mixed with a slight musk. A much heavier musk now. God, had Chloe always smelled like sex and he never noticed? He tries closing his eyes, but still the image floats before him. Chloe laying on the bed. Shirt spread open. Lavender bra with one breast pulled out of its cup, Thumb and forefinger working its nipple. Skirt pulled up around her waist, panties around her ankles, other hand moving furiously between her legs. His name on her lips. She hadn’t even undressed fully before she started. Just jumped in with both feet first, or hands in this case. A very Chloe like way to do things. Apparently the way she did everything, even sex.
He tried to shake the idea of Chloe and sex from his muddled mind. He looked at the door in his hand, no longer attached to its frame. He was definitely gonna have to start X-raying rooms before he entered them. Maybe there was something in his truck he could use to put the door back on its hinges.