Clark The Exhibitionist

Chloe felt a sly grin tug at her mouth as Clark took on his customary innocently shocked look. One of her own eyebrows raised as he asked her what she meant. He knew damn well…she had been as obvious as she could without saying ‘Let’s go somewhere else and get naked’. And that just wouldn’t be classy. That would be too…Dawn Stiles-ish for her tastes. She bit her lip on a smile as he pulled her against him and asked the second, equally obvious question, her emerald eyes twinkling playfully in response to his tone.

Her eyes locked with his and she stood in silence for a moment, sliding her hands slowly up his arms to grip his shoulders, admiring the muscles beneath her palms, even through two layers of material. “Well I just don’t think it would be very…practical to pick it up from where we were here…” she said quietly in his ear, snickering slightly. She imagined Clark pushing her up against the wall and almost laughed out loud. Clark the exhibitionist? She didn’t think so.

She lifted her head to look at him, grinning still. “So what d’ya say farmboy? Wanna get outta here and escape all the billionaires?” she teased, tilting her head to the side, dark golden eyebrows raised. Something in his expression unnerved her. It was suddenly dark, almost angry looking. What was he thinking about? Surely he wasn’t listening for trouble on the streets at a time like this.

“…Clark?”