She Bop by Elly (NC-17)

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Hello, everyone. I'm rjchasez, sometimes better known as Becca, and I will be driving your crack van for Smallville this month. I'm a little late getting the party started because of a lack of internet access, but I'm here now and it's all good. I'm a huge Chloe fan at heart, and am very much a Chlark shipper, so probably a majority of the fics I rec will be of that nature. I'm also a diehard supporter of the Chlois theory, just as a warning, so you may see a fic or two of that nature here. And now... let the reccing par-tay begin!

Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairing: Chloe/Clark; some mentions of Chloe/Jimmy and Clark/Lana
Length: novella length
Author on LJ: ellyfanfiction
Author Website: Elly's Fanfiction
Why this must be read:
While this is not the first of Elly's stories I read, it's the first I remember vividly. It's one amazing piece of smut, which, of course, ends up having an edge of romance, and a sweet reminder of the last kiss we saw between the pair. And what makes the smut and romance so amazing? Elly is such an amazing writer, from the way she executes things, to the very dialogue between the characters. Perhaps I'm not wording it right, but honestly, I don't think there are words to describe how wonderful she is at what she does. This fic ended up having a lasting effect on me. Two years later, and I still vividly remember quite a bit of the fic without even looking at it. Not only that, it changed me, as a writer. It inspired me to keep trying and get better, and though I never think I'll be on Elly's level, I'd like to think she helped boost me up a bit.

And now... an excerpt.


Chloe had never seen Clark so red. His face was the color of one of his mother's prize-winning tomatoes. Even his ears were red. She had a feeling she was blushing just as hard. She wasn't sure what was worse, getting caught jerking off... or getting caught watching someone jerk off.

"Uh," he said. "Uh, I didn't hear you..."

Snark came to her rescue, as it often did at embarrassing moments. "That's obvious," she said, walking up the rest of the steps and heading toward him. Thank God a woman's arousal didn't show like a guy's did. He had a lot more to be embarrassed about than she did.

At the thought, she glanced down at his jeans. There was still an enormous bulge there, straining the worn fabric. That had to be seriously uncomfortable.

"Uh," he said again. "I guess, uh..."

She reached down and snagged the picture right out of his hand. "Well," she said softly, somehow surprised even though she'd heard him saying her name in that low, sexy voice. "It is me."

It was a photograph of her in her graduation gown, oddly. Not a terribly sexy photo. In fact she was pretty much covered up under yards of cheap burgundy and gold polyester, so her curves weren't even visible. It was about as far from a centerfold picture as you could get. True, there was a happy smile on her face-- it had been taken before they'd announced there was a meteor shower on its way to pummel Smallville-- but she was pretty sure guys didn't get off on happy smiles.

She glanced down at Clark's bulge again and realized maybe she didn't know everything there was to know about guys. Or at least Clark.

"Why me?" she asked softly.

He reached out and snatched the picture away, putting it down carefully on the trunk. His embarrassment seemed to be fading, and he looked defensive. Almost annoyed.

"Why not you?"

"I didn't think you... I mean, we're friends."

"Just because we're friends doesn't mean I'm blind, Chlo."


She Bop