WARNING: I did not write this with any episode or season in mind except for it could have taken place in an earlier season but there really is no marking point. This is how I picture Clark finally revealing his secret to Lana. First chapter content, second chapter lovin'. Read&review but please be kind I'm still new at this:) Enjoy!!

CHAPTER ONE

"Lana I've wanted this for so long-"

"Shh I know Clark. Me too, I love you so much." Their lips met, an electrical current began to course between them. His tongue prodded at her lips, begging for entry. He was admitted and began to massage her tongue and mouth generously. Then…

"Mr. Kent! Even thought your mind is clearly elsewhere could you maybe just try to stay with us a little longer?" The class sniggered and Clark slid down low is his seat, trying to become invisible, despite his being one of the tallest boys in school. His face burned as he tried to resume his composure in the wake of his daydream issue. She was constantly on his mind, during his waking and sleeping hours, she was always penetrating his thoughts. She was his reason for living, his essence, his heart and soul and the thing is-she didn't know it. Oh if only he could just walk up to her and say what was in his heart. If only…

Aww look at him. He looks so sad. Lana Lang was well aware of the fact that many boys in Smallville High fancied her, as her friend Chloe loved to remind her daily. However there was only one boy in the world for her and that was her friend Clark Kent. She loved the way that his dark brown hair fell into his beautiful blue eyes. Eyes that she couldn't help but stare into when he looked at her. Eyes that could never hide the truth from her. Eyes that unfortunately, did not see her as she saw him…

As the bell rang, Clark headed toward the Torch, the schools newspaper and the pride and joy of one Chloe Sullivan. Clark was a writer there only because she wouldn't leave him alone until he consented, or so he told Chloe. In reality he wanted a job there because Lana often visited Chloe there and he just could never get over that swooping feeling in his stomach whenever she walked into the room. As usual, Chloe immediately began ranting about the newest possible addition to the Wall of Weird the moment Clark walked in. For once, he wasn't listening. His thoughts were on Lana. When he was leaving class he could have sworn he caught her staring at him. Maybe there was something on his jacket? Did he sit on something? She must have been laughing at him like the rest of the class. Oh well, it wouldn't be the first time she hadn't noticed him.

"Hello! Earth to Clark Kent! Are you in there?" Chloe laughed and hit him lightly on the shoulder with the folder in her hand.

"Oh right sorry Chloe, you were saying?"

"Lana daydreams again huh? You know Clark, you never were real apt at hiding things from me. Why don't you just tell her?"

"Chloe you know why. We're friends and I wouldn't want to ruin that. What if I did? I'd lose her forever. No its better things just stay the way that they are. I don't get rejected and we stay friends." He didn't add that because of his powers he was afraid to get close to anyone because they could get hurt.

"How can you be so quick to judge? Maybe she feels the same." He had to laugh at that one. Lana Lang, the goddess in human form, the most sought-after girl at Smallville High. Right. Like he had a chance there.

Later on in his loft, a place he went to think and be alone, he sat on the sofa, pondering what Chloe had said. Lana had been looking at him a lot lately (which of course he knew because he was always looking back). Was Chloe right? But what if she isn't? What if…

"Clark?" Clarks head snapped up to see Lana looking at him from the landing. Her long brown hair was swept back in a loose bun; she had blue diamond earrings that matched the jacket she had on. Her brown eyes were full of concern.

"You're mom said you were up here, you left school so fast today I was wondering if you were alright but I can understand if you want to be alone."

"No Lana, it's alright, you can stay. I'd like some company." He moved over to make some space for her to sit. She sat down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"So are you okay Clark? You know that you can always tell me anything." She moved the hand to his face and turned it so they were looking in each other eyes. "I worry about you Clark, why wont you let me in?" she asked, searching for an answer in his eyes. Clark got up and moved to the window.

"Lana, I don't want to hurt you. I just think that if you get to know me you may not like what you see. I care too much about you to let that happen on my behalf."

"How about you let me decide what I can and can not handle Clark? Let me in please." She joined him at the window.

"Lana, you don't know how much I want to tell you everything, really I do. You mean so much to me. You-" Her lips silenced his. His eyes widened in surprise and then closed with lust. They broke apart, Lana's face was flushed, and Clark guessed his was too. Oh no, why did I do that? He probably thinks I'm ridiculous now.

"Oh my god Clark! I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" He cut her off this time. She gladly accepted this by opening her lips when his tongue graced across them. Their tongues battle for dominance. Her hands were tangled in his hair and shirt, his were pulling her waist against him, never wanting to let go. They seemed to kiss for an eternity and only broke for the air that their deprived lungs were screaming for. Clark rested his forehead on Lana's. He looked right into her eyes, just as lost in the moment as she was. He took a very deep breath.

"I love you Lana Lang. I always have. I always will. You mean so much to me, I would do anything for you, go anywhere just to be with you. I love the way that your nose crinkles when you laugh or how you always look for the good in people. I just hope that you can find it in me. Do you trust me Lana?"

"Of course I do Clark! You have no idea how much I wanted to tell you. I love you so much Clark Kent. You make me feel safe and happy. I trust you with every fiber of my being and more."

"Good, because there is something I want to show you, something no one knows, but I'm not sure how you will react."

"Clark, we just went over this."

"Ok I know I'm sorry." He took a very deep breath. "Lana, you know how I said I was adopted? Well, that's not entirely true. I was adopted but my parents aren't from Kansas or even then United States."

"So what are you? Canadian" Lana joked.

"Ha-ha very funny Lana. No actually I'm kryptonian. It's a planet that was consumed by civil war and my parents sent me to Earth during the meteor shower."

"The meteor shower? So that would mean that…"

"Yes I am an alien and my coming to Earth killed your parents. Lana I'm so sorry, I didn't tell you because I was afraid that you would blame me or think I was a freak." She didn't respond for a minute or two, just stared out the window.

"When my parents died," she began "I was lost; I did blame the meteor shower. But as I've grown I've realized that doing that was stupid and there was no way to prevent nature from taking its course. And Clark, I could never think you are a freak."

He grinned "How about now?"

"What are you…Oh my god Clark! We're flying!" Indeed, he had lifted them into the rafters of the barn. She clung to him.

"Lana its okay, I'm in total control, you don't have to be scared." He slowly lowered them to the ground, Lana still clinging to his shirt. Once they landed she let go and went back to stand by the couch. Clark joined her to find that her eyes were sparkling with tears.

"What's wrong?"

"Clark, I'm so just so happy. You finally let me in, you don't know how happy this makes me that you trust me so much." With that she stood up, walked over to him and threw her arms around his neck. Nuzzling his nose with hers she put her hands on the side of his face, sighing with content as his arms slid around her waist again. He leaned down and captured her lips one more time. Again their tongues danced as their hands began to travel and explore. Her hands became tangled in his dark locks and his found their way to her nicely shaped butt. She moaned into his mouth and he picked her up and her lips went around his waist and he carried her to his bed. They sat there and with their mouths still locked together, Clark slowly began to lower Lana to the bed.

"Wait. Lana are you sure about this? We should stop now before it goes too far."

"Clark, I could never imagine a better time than right now. You are the one and only person I would ever want to share this with. Its' okay I promise."