Title: Inevitable
Category: Smallville
Genre: Romance
Ship: Chloe/Oliver
Rating: PG13
Challenge: Shuffle your MP3/iPod and write what fits
Song: #07 – Faster Kill Pussycat//Brittany Murphy
Word Count: 326
Summary: They shouldn't be here, doing this…

Inevitable
-Drabble-

They shouldn't be here, doing this, but it didn't stop his hands from roaming her body, from lowering the zipper on her dress. He had her pinned to the wall, his mouth drinking up the crook of her neck and his teeth teasing her flesh with little restraint. Her hips rocked, rubbing against his hard erection; faster, faster, then slower just to tease him.

"Chloe," he groaned, his eyes falling closed, some small inkling of decency calling his name.

Her nails dragged along his shoulders and he was done for. "Ollie," she replied with just as much passion as he.

It was the high heels that did him in, he decided. They lengthened her already beautiful legs, made his eyes glue to her in every manner possible. Following those tiny ankles up smooth calves to soft thighs hidden beneath a wispy green dress. He forgot his champagne, walked away from his conversation and had her in a hallway before he could consider the ramifications.

Heaven knows, he tried to let her go. But he couldn't help himself, he lost control.

She wasn't arguing, wasn't doing any more than gasping his name, opening herself up for him to take, to have, to enjoy in every way he could. He took the bait, he supposed. She always knew how to get his attention, how to turn him on. They'd parted ways as friends, said it would be better to stop before it got too deep, but then she was there, always there, and she never failed to draw him back in.

He grabbed her thigh, hitched it high on his hip and ground against her, knowing without having to touch her that she was already wet for him, she always was. He could feel the heel of her shoes digging into his back and could care less; in fifteen minutes it'd be all she was wearing while he took what was his, what would always be his.

Her.