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Title:The Interview
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Selina Kyle/Clark Kent
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mindless smut
Disclaimer: Not Mine, everyone's legal
Word Count: 2,200
Author's Notes: For genclay. Selina's outfit and Clark's tie are totally inspired by this image. Selina needs to always wear that shirt.



The Interview


Despite the pretense he put on, Clark Kent was not an idiot. Nor was he oblivious. He knew exactly how beautiful Selina Kyle was. He had seen pictures, heard rumors, and watched interviews. He had even accidentally peeped at Bruce one night when the two of them were…

Well, that was a subject best not to dwell on.

In any event, when Clark accepted the interview with Selina Kyle, he thought he was prepared. He had brushed his teeth, washed his face, dressed in his best awful suit, girded his loins and knocked on her door.

Selina hadn’t disappointed.

She was just as beautiful as he expected in a silver grey shirt that revealed more than it hid. She was just as witty as he had expected with a deep throaty laugh and a coy smile. She was just as intelligent as he had expected with insightful answers to each of his questions. She was just as compelling and fascinating as he had expected with dancing eyes and playful attitude.

Clark had gone in expecting to be attracted to Selina Kyle.

What he hadn’t expected was for his feelings to be reciprocated.

When she had opened the door with a smile and invited him into her condo, Clark’s nervous swallow and stammered reply had not been faked. She was stunning and Clark had to try hard not to look at the large expanses of belly and breast that were reveled by that shirt.

When Clark was finally settled comfortably on a low sofa in Selina’s richly appointed living room he was already staving off a distinct arousal. She was lounging on a large cherry wood settee with cream colored upholstery to Clark’s left. Her smile was brilliant and exceptionally alluring as she fingered the stem of her wine glass. Interview questions ebbed and flowed and as the meeting began to wind down Clark fidgeted uncomfortably in as he tried to come up with a reason to prolong things and reached for a slice of cheese from the platter she had set out for them.

He was leaning over reach the side table when long, slender fingers slid through his hair. He started and turned to face Selina. She was kneeling, bent forward at the waist as she lightly mussed the strands of hair on the top of his head and Clark felt himself harden in his slacks at the gentle press of her fingers against his sensitive scalp.

“Why do you wear clothes that are too big for you?” she asked and the low huskiness of her voice sounded intimate. The sharp penetrating gaze of her eyes made something clench low in Clark’s stomach.

He dropped the cheese.

Clark was transfixed. The breath caught in his lungs and the simple, stumbling answer that should have come second nature to him was stuck deep in his chest. Clark’s mind was blank and his spine went rigid.

She was so lovely. Her mouth was red and full and Clark could almost feel it pressed against his own in a spontaneous and passionate kiss.

Selina gracefully unfolded one long leg to brace herself as she moved towards Clark. She slipped those elegant, clever hands up his chest and smiled knowingly at him. Her green eyes danced and shouted ‘I knew it’ at him as she slid her hands up his chest to push his loose suit jacket down over his shoulders.

Clark dropped his pad of paper and pencil as the jacket pooled down by his forearms. Selina pulled it from his wrists and tossed it over the back of the sofa before grabbing at his tie and letting herself fall back on the settee, pulling Clark with her.

His glasses fell to the floor as Clark braced himself above Selina with one arm. She was still tugging on his ugly tie and smiling up at him with distinct invitation.

She licked those full red lips and ran a bare foot up the inside of his leg.

“Ms. Kyle-“ Clark bit out and his voice was breathy and sounded scared.

His stomach was roiling with a furious heat and everywhere she touched him felt hypersensitive.

“Yes, Mr. Kent?” she asked teasingly as she smiled at him coyly and draped her free arm over the back of his neck.

“I think-“ Clark began but was cut off when Selina leaned up to nip lightly at his chin. Her tongue and teeth played along his jaw line and one of her legs lifted to wrap around his waist.

“Just go with it,” she husked in his ear and he felt cool fingers dancing across his chest. He looked down to see his shirt mostly unbuttoned and before he could gather the air to ask when that had happened, Selina pushed aside the left breast of his shirt and latched onto his nipple.

A jolt that felt a lot like electricity shot through him and Clark gasped. Selina smiled around her mouthful of Clark and flicked her tongue over the sensitive bud.

Clark made a choked noise and resisted the urge to clutch at the back of her head.

She trailed her mouth across his chest and when he felt her fingers working the buckle to his belt, the reality of the situation came crashing down on him.

“Oh God, we’re having sex,” he panted and Selina flashed a smile up at him.

“Nice of you to join us, Mr. Kent. I was getting a little lonely down here all by myself,” she smirked.

The smirk was like a challenge, goading Clark to get his head out of the clouds and focus on the here and now.

So he did.

He dipped his head and pressed his mouth to hers, nipping and sucking that smirk from her lips. They were just as soft as he had imagined and twice as intoxicating. The breath burned in his lungs and he felt a groan building up in his chest.

“Oh, that’s it Mr. Kent,” she moaned and fisted her hand in his open shirt.

Clark kissed her harder, pushing his tongue into her mouth and tasting the wine she had been drinking. Then he lifted a hand and did what he had wanted to do the moment he caught sight of the shirt she was wearing. He palmed the sweet softness of her breast, moaning into her mouth at the feel of it. She wasn’t wearing a bra and he could feel her hardened nipple pressing into the cup of his hand as he kneaded and stroked her through the slick fabric of her shirt.

She threw back her head and made a noise low in her throat as he lightly fingered her nipple through her shirt. Clark dropped his head and pressed wet kisses under her pale white ear. He wanted to trail his mouth down her neck and chest but wasn’t entirely sure he had the brain power at this point to figure out how to remove the thing.

He slipped his hand in through one side and pushed it down off her breast, exposing a pert pink nipple. Clark felt the breath go out of his lungs and leaned down to press his mouth to Selina’s breast. She moaned and arched up into him, pressing her groin to his thigh and his erection into the soft flesh of her belly. Long fingers tangled in his hair and tugged as he worried her nipple with tongue and teeth.

Clark felt his slacks being pushed down off his hips by dexterous feet and toes. Clark was pushing back the other side of Selina’s shirt to reach her left breast when he felt her hand slip into his boxers and brush against his overheated cock.

A sharp sound broke from his throat and he buried his face in Selina’s soft breasts as she stroked him lightly with her fingers.

“Ohhhhh,” Selina breathed as she touched him. “You’re a big boy, aren’t you Mr. Kent?”

The question sent an irrational wave of arousal through him and he felt his cock twitch against her hand.

Selina used the tie that was still knotted around his neck like a leash, and pulled his head up so he faced her.

“I want to see you without the clothes, Mr. Kent, and I want to see you now,” she ordered and her voice was intent and serious. Clark caught himself wondering for a split second how Bruce responded to that tone before he was distracted by the feel of his boxers being lifted down over his erection to be pushed onto the floor with his slacks. Clark went up on his knees on the settee and shouldered off his shirt the rest of the way. He stepped out of his slacks, toed off his shoes and reached for the tie. Selina caught his hand.

“Keep it,” she smiled at him and tugged it.

Clark smiled back and reached down to undo the buckle of her belt. It came off easily and Clark focused his attention to the fly of her slacks, flicking it open and pulling the pants off of long graceful legs.

Selina helped him by kicking the pants off the rest of the way before sprawling gracefully back onto the settee. The sight of her made Clark’s heart pound. She was pale and pretty and prefect. Flushed in all the right places and smirking expectantly at him.

It turned out that the shirt went down all the way and buttoned underneath between her thighs. He was momentarily glad that he hadn’t tried to get it off earlier. Clark licked his lips and reached down to flick open the buttons.

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

As the clasps came undone and the shirt fell open, Clark was met with slick heat and soft folds of skin. His fingers were drawn inexorably to her lips and he wet their tips before trailing them up to rub lightly across the nub of her clit.

Selina let out a fierce breath of air at the touch of his fingers and he saw her hand bunch in the cream colored upholstery of the settee. Her heel dug into his side as one long leg wrapped strongly around his waist.

“You have an unexpectedly light touch for such a big man and here I thought I was in for a fucking,” she bit out around the heaving breaths of air.

The mere mention of ‘fucking’ made Clark go a little dizzy around the eyes, but he didn’t stop moving his fingers lightly against her. He could feel her winding up. Her muscles tensed and her jaw tightened, her breathing came faster and harsher.

Kent,” she bit out, but whatever threat she was going to make died on her lips as Clark dipped his hand and pressed two fingers inside of her. She arched up moaned contentedly as he thrust his fingers deep inside her wetness.

Clark grasped Selina’s ankle with his free hand and propped it up on the back of the settee. He slid his hand out and wrapped both around her waist, lifting her up and tilting her towards him. He shifted his hips forward and his cock nudged at her damp entrance. He feel of her wet lips around the tip of his dick made Clark want to come there and then but he took a deep breath to calm himself.

Clearly he wasn’t the only one having a little trouble with self control, Selina’s leg tightened around his waist and she thrust her hips up, taking him deep inside her.

Clark bit off a shout as the soft, slick heat of her enveloped his cock. She was so warm and so good that Clark couldn’t help but fall forward and thrust into her.

Selina was moaning and goading him on, her hands tugged at his tie and scratched down his back as he drove into her rhythmically. She rose to meet every shift of his hips and Clark had to try hard not to thrust too hard or grip her hips too tight.

He was used to restraining himself during sex, but he was having a much harder time than usual with Selina.

She was so unfettered and unrestrained. She moaned loudly and bit at him, she begged and demanded. She was so beautiful pinned underneath him.

He felt her hand snake down between them to rub at her clit and sight of her arched and tensed, ready to come made Clark’s spine tingle. He heard her shout and felt her come, clenching around him, tight and hot.

Clark fell over the edge and orgasm took him as he tried to press as deeply into Selina as he could.

Clark let himself fall forward and press Selina into the cushions of the settee. His muscles loosened and his breathing was easier and light.

That, Mr. Kent, is what I call ‘hard hitting journalism’,” Selina purred and played her fingers through his hair.

Clark just groaned and buried his face in the pillows. While this may not end up being his best piece of work, this certainly had been the best interview he’d ever had.


Comments

( 17 comments — Leave a comment )
ex_felonazc
Oct. 20th, 2008 11:17 pm (UTC)
OMG I TOTALLY FORGOT TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU! *hides face*

I'm such a bad beta. I'm sorry! DDD:

On the other hand, this is still awesome. X3
aravistarkheena
Oct. 22nd, 2008 12:29 am (UTC)
No biggie. I figured you were busy and I wanted to get this to genclay.

I'm glad that you liked it. :D
darthbatgirl
Oct. 20th, 2008 11:27 pm (UTC)
"melts from all the hotness"

Wow.

I would say something more insightful, but my brain refuses to go past wow.
aravistarkheena
Oct. 22nd, 2008 12:31 am (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it. :DDD
genclay
Oct. 21st, 2008 09:07 am (UTC)
Guh...

So so hot! Especially them calling each other Mr Kent and Ms Kyle.

*grins happily*

My head can't help spinning a story about how this came to be.

I'm imaging that Bruce and Selina are on an 'on again' part of their on/off thing. But Bruce, the naughty boy he is, has offered Lois an interview that has extended into a series of dates.

Out of annoyance Selina offers Clark the interview. Originally she has no intention of sex, But Selina has a better eye than Lois for seeing past things And finds Clark intriguing, even though she doesn't know his secret. *insert your hot sence*.

Bruce being his paranoid self has hidden cameras in Selina's condo. Seeing Clark get it on with his girl sets his pulse racing... with anger, honestly. He heads off to confront his supposed best friend.

Bruce demands an explanation, Clark calls Bruce on his hypocrisy. They snark, shout, and argue, until they're right in each others faces. In split second agression changes to firy passion and they are a rippling mass of man love in the air.

Some where down the line we get a Bruce/Clark/Selina/Lois bitchy sex session :P

The end

aravistarkheena
Oct. 22nd, 2008 12:44 am (UTC)
omg

Ok, so I really wanted to slip some Clark/Bruce in there, but I couldn't quite figure out how to pull it off.

I wanted Selina to talk to Clark about the things she did with Bruce and get him all hot and bothered. It would totally work in reverse, though.

Bruce confronts Selina about her little tryst with Clark and she starts telling them EXACTLY what he did to her. Then Bruce gets all turned on. <3333

Yesssss. Man-love needs to happen.

Also, maybe Lois/Selina... Mmmmmm girl smooches.
genclay
Oct. 22nd, 2008 11:58 am (UTC)
Yesssss. Man-love needs to happen.

Always :D

Also, maybe Lois/Selina...

hehehe, They do make a good pair :)
superfixated
Oct. 21st, 2008 09:41 pm (UTC)
Oh my GOD, this was awesomely brilliant and sexy! Your arousing descriptions of their erotic encounter are irrefutably HOT. I also appreciate my Catwoman trades a million times better now because of you. <3 Merrrow, so yummy!
aravistarkheena
Oct. 22nd, 2008 12:52 am (UTC)
Did you read the Superman/Catwoman Brave and the Bold?

Omg, it was amazing. That kiss at the end <333333333333333333333

omg I almost swooned.
atemptress
Oct. 22nd, 2008 02:13 am (UTC)
Wow. Very nice.
aravistarkheena
Oct. 22nd, 2008 04:01 am (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it.
saavikam77
Oct. 30th, 2008 03:32 pm (UTC)
Guh. O_O

...

I'll be in my bunk...

*applauds*
aravistarkheena
Sep. 1st, 2011 10:08 pm (UTC)
Wah! More missed comments! Sorry about that Saavs!

*kiss* glad you liked it!
julyssa_hime
Jun. 16th, 2010 01:38 am (UTC)
*blushness* one word. Sexyness! ;) oh, and It was very good =P
aravistarkheena
Sep. 1st, 2011 10:08 pm (UTC)
*fist bump*
skyfang
Aug. 31st, 2011 02:58 am (UTC)
God they work! Haha. This is superb right here. PWP at its finest. You must do more.
aravistarkheena
Sep. 1st, 2011 10:09 pm (UTC)
I'm glad that you enjoyed it! I'll write more when genclay draws me more pretty inspiration. <3

Edited at 2011-09-01 10:09 pm (UTC)
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