Sully’s Notes: Lookie what I
found! I was leafing through my notebook when I took the train home today and
found this fic! I remember starting it around the same time I posted all those
challenges, but apparently I never finished. Well, I finished it and now you
guys get to read it. It’s just fluff, but whatever. Clark and Chloe are in an
established relationship in this fic, by the way. Thank you, Lightstar Angel,
faster than a speeding beta …
Rating: PG-13 (just barely!)
Summary: A C/C conversation
in the Fortress of Solitude.
Feedback: Yes, please!
“Fantasies” by Sullivan Lane
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“Just tell me.”
“No. It’s embarrassing. And
you’re my boyfriend. You’re going to get all … fantasize-y and hormonal.”
“Come on, Chloe. You know me
better than that. I’m good at controlling myself.”
“Is your hand progressively
moving up my thigh supposed to offer proof of that? Because five minutes ago I
could have sworn it was on my knee.”
“Just tell me. I’ll tell you
mine.”
“That’s different.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re predictable,
and I know you’d want your first time to be in this loft, on this couch.”
“Hey! Who’re you calling
predictable?”
“It’s true, isn’t it?”
“I’m not predictable.”
“Sure, you are. I could set
a clock to the way your hand is still moving progressively up my thigh.”
“All right, fine. I’ll
behave. See? Hand. On knee. Staying there. Now will you tell me about your
first-time fantasy?”
“’First-time fantasy’? That
sounds like the title of a high-quality soft-core film on Cinemax. Not that I
would know.”
“Are you gonna tell me or
not?”
“Not.”
“Chloe! You promised!”
“OK, OK. Can’t you even
guess?”
“What’s the point? You’ve
got the most active imagination in Smallville. If I guess it, you’ll just deny
it and make up a whole new one. I’m on to you, Sullivan.”
“All right, I’ll write some
pertinent details on this piece of paper and after three guesses, I’ll show it
to you. That is, if you haven’t guessed by then.”
“Fair enough. … Done yet?”
“Patience is a virtue,
Clark.”
“Wow, you really do have an
active imagination. I can see you’ve thought about this. You’re practically
writing a novel. Hey, am I the main character?”
“Clark. Do you want to know
or not?”
“Sorry. Yes.”
“OK. I’m done.”
“My first guess would be in
a high-class hotel room, with white satin sheets, candlelight and one of those
lacy nightgowns.”
“Huh. Nope. Try again.”
“One-night stand against the
Wall of Weird?”
“Ew! No! Besides, I use
pushpins on that thing.”
“Hey! Why are you hitting
me?”
“Because you promised that
your hand would remain on my knee and it’s not there anymore!”
“It’s your fault.”
“How do you figure that?”
“For being so sexy and
innovative with the first-time fantasies that I can’t even guess what it is.”
“Come on, Kent. You have one
more left.”
“Hm. OK.”
“Well?”
“Patience is a virtue,
Sullivan.”
“Are you mocking me?”
“Says the Queen of the
Mockingbirds!”
“Do you have a guess or
should I rip this up – hey, give that back! No fair being tall and holding it
over my head!”
“I knew it! You *did* want
your first time here in the loft!”
“So?”
“Hey, that means your
first-time fantasy includes me.”
“Shut up, Kent. … Uh,
Clark?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re running out of thigh
there …”
“I know.”
“And what do you think
you’re doing?”
“Fulfilling your fantasy.”
“Oh …”
- Fin – 06.17.2002