Title: Chloe's Secret Desire
Author: EV
rating: NC-17
summary: Chloe finds her self excited by a particular Smallville
sweatheart.

Author's note: SLASH ahead. I wanted to write a Smallville slash, but I
suck at m/m Slash (even though Lex and Clark beg for it), so I decided to
use Chloe.

2nd authors' note: Pretty much plotless smut.

Disclaimer. You know Smallville is a WB show, I get no profit from this
story, blah blah blah. Don't sue, I don't have any money.


It was the weekend, but Chloe had gotten permission to finish up Monday's
edition of the paper that evening. She worked into the night, getting
things together. She knew her father would complain about how late she was
getting in.

Chloe sat staring at a picture of the cheerleading squad. It went with an
announcement about the pep rally. She was forced to put little bit stories
like this in the paper just to keep school's administrators happy. She
wanted to do real news, but she didn't mind little stories like this so
much when Lana was in the squad. She couldn't let Pete or Clark know about
her secret desire for Lana Lang. Even as she laughed, she understood
exactly what made Clark melt at the sight of her. She put the current
picture down and pulled up an old picture of Lana on the computer. Not that
old, about a month back.

She was smiling. It made Chloe smile looking at her. She licked her lips
staring at the pictureof the lucious girl in front of her. She closed her
eyes, preserving the image of Lana in her head. She ran a hand across her
own breast, imagining Lana's hand on her skin. Her other hand rubbed
between her legs. She hoped the wetness wasn't to obvious between her legs.
She still had to walk home. She had wore white sweats. She hasn't planned
it that way, but it gave her easy access. Her hand simply slipped under the
waistband of the sweatpants, inside her panties.

She moved inside herself as she stared at the picture of Lana.

Harder, faster, moaning, she wished it were Lana's hand inside her. She
griped the finger of her free hand inbetween her teeth. She imagined the
beatiful Lana standing near her, kissing her deeply, touching her where she
was touching herself. Her movements quickened at the erotic thought.

She started muttering obcenities as she reached the point of release.

As her body calmed, she looked back at the beautiful face on the computer.
"If only you knew what you do to me."

She reluctantly went to wash her hands and get ready to go home.

The cheerleader, of all the girls she had to like, it had to be the
cheerleader. But she wasn't one of the peepy cheer squaders anymore, even
if she was still dating a dumb jock. Ah well, tommorow was another day,
another chance to see the object of her desire in the flesh.

The end