Original Plot | Man of Steel | Batman V. Superman | Suicide Squad | Justice League
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The next evening, after all of the chores and stuff are done, Clark and I have the leftover Chinese food for dinner. That is, because we're both too lazy to cook.
"So, are we gonna watch another movie?" Clark asks me, his mouth full. I chuck a napkin at him,"manners!" He starts laughing really hard, making me glare at him.
"What's so funny!?" I ask.
"You," he snickers. "Just you in general." I smack his shoulder,"you better be nice to me, Clark!"
"I am being nice," he laughs. I set the my take out box on the coffee table, and so does Clark.
"Are we gonna play this game again, Kent?" I ask. He tilts his head a little,"well, do you want to?" My face goes into resting bitch mode, before it fades into a smile.
"I have a game idea, but it can't be played in the living room," I tell him. He blushes, but then stands. It's obvious he's curious as to what my 'game' idea is.
If only you knew, Clark.
***
"So, wait. It's a guessing game?"
"Yes."
"And everytime we guess wrong, we have to a piece of clothing off?"
"Yes. . ." my face turns bright red. It wasn't as embarrassing when the idea came into my head, but now. . . ? It's terrifying. This is the game I played with Cato. This is the game I played before I lost my virginity. And how I'm feeling right now is just about how I felt before I had sex with Cato. I had felt very hot, very embarrassed and nervous. But now, instead of being nervous, I am absolutely and utterly terrified. I have to say, Clark is much more scary than Cato.
"Ok, I'm thinking of a number between one and a hundred," I breath, leaning against some of his pillows. Clark thinks for a moment,"um. . . Forty-two?" I shake my head, a small smile on my face,"wrong." I watch him take off his shirt, ogling his abs and arms.
"Ok, your turn. I'm thinking of a country," he smirks. I give a small groan, glaring at him. Clark is great at geography. Me? Not so much. . .
"How about. . . New Zealand?" I guess, knowing it's probably wrong.
"Nope," Clark laughs. I pout, but be a gracious loser and go along with the game, taking off my shirt. I discard it on the floor, knowing I'll probably have to stumble around to find it later.
"Guess the number again," I tell him, pulling my knees against my chest. My heart is pounding, but I have to stay calm, I have to stay-
"Seventy five?" he asks, and I shake my head. He starts to take off his pants, so I look away while he does.
This is actually happening, this is actually happening I think. My heart is pounding even harder, and I feel his lips press against my ear,"so what's that country I'm thinking of?" My lips part in surprise, as I look over at him.
"Um. . . Dubai?" I ask. He shakes his head, the smirk reappearing,"wrong again." I gulp, but start to take off my pants. We're now both in our undergarments, and my face is red. It makes me a bit mad. How many times am I going to blush!? I'm not a crazed school girl!
"So are we just going to keep going until one of us loses?" Clark asks, making me look at him. "Because that would be unfair. You have two pieces, I have only one." I start laughing at him, doubling over and holding my stomach.
"Gosh, Clark, of course not!" I laugh. "What do you think I am, a cheater?" Clark starts laughing with me, but then he quiets. His silence makes me more afraid, until he pins me to the bed.
"So what was that number, Kenzie~?" he asks, barely pressing his lips against mine. I give a small moan, before I tell him:
"S-Sixty-nine,"I breath, feeling embarrassed. "What was the country?"
"Mongolia," his lips are pressed against my ear again. I give a small noise of surprise, before it turns into a moan. But it surprises me when he pulls away, looking at me with concern.
"Are you sure want to do this?" Clark asks, cupping my cheek. I nod, wrapping my arms around him,"of course. I just wish I waited. . ." He tips his head,"Cato?" I nod, again, biting my lip,"yes. . ."
"I don't care," he whispers, holding me gently. "I still love you." I kiss him, then pull away,"I love you, too." He leans down and kisses me, and we make out for a few minutes. Clark bites my lip, eliciting a small moan from me. He pulls away, pressing his forehead against mine.
Clark's hands explore me, sending shivers through my body. While he does this, I cup his cheek, pulling him closer to me. My skin feels like fire, burning with desire and passion. I need more of him, and I know he needs more of me. Clark moves his lips from mine, and starts to trail kisses down my neck. I let out a soft moan, biting my lip as my eyes close in pleasure. I grip onto Clark's shoulders, while he nips at my skin here and there. It feels absolutely amazing.
"Oh my God," I breath.
"Yes?" Clark asks, still nipping at my neck.
"Please, I need you," I beg, my fingers tangling into his curly, black hair. His eyes are dark with lust, a look of devious action behind his cerulean orbs.
"I need you, too," he whispers, slipping his hands under my bra. He starts to rub my nipples, pinching and rolling them occasionally. This makes more moans escape my lips, and they come out as a cascade. I'm glad Martha and John are on a trip. They would be mortified if they heard us.
"Clark, don't tease," I whimper, writhing under his touch. He gives a low growl, pulling off my bra and panties, discarding them somewhere on the floor. I blush, then start to pull off his boxers, watching as he bursts from the confines of his underwear.
We make love. Not slow and sweet like in the movies, but not hot and heavy like when I was with Cato. It's somehow both at the same time, and it feels absolutely amazing.
