I give. You guys have guilted me into writing a sequel. And yes, I know "guilted" isn't a word. Thank you for all of your support on my last story. I hope you're satisfied with this one as well.
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or any of its characters. I used some ideas and quotes/dialogue from season 6.
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"I think we should consummate our marriage."
My head snaps up and my eyes widen in shock. I was slowly drifting towards la la land, but I'm wide awake now.
I frown irritably.
The whole purpose of letting Clark drive was so that I could get some much needed rest. How's a girl supposed to do that when her...when Clark says something like that?
"Chloe? Did you hear what I said?" He asks while smoothly pulling over to the side of the road.
I'm glad I wasn't driving; because I probably would have run into a tree or something. Well, maybe not. Clark has pretty good reflexes. He would've stopped the car...or moved the tree.
"Chloe?"
"No Clark, I didn't hear you."
I'm not lying. I was nearly asleep before. I honestly believe he didn't say what I thought I heard. There's just no way Clark Kent would say-
"I think we should consummate our marriage," he says again while staring straight into my eyes. I stare back at him, my mouth hanging open.
'How did he say that with a straight face?'
"Clark, I'm pregnant. We've already consummated our marriage; many times in fact," I explain slowly.
He shakes his head.
'Why is he shaking his head?'
"That didn't count."
"It didn't count," I repeat with an arched eyebrow.
"It didn't count," he says with an air of finality.
"Oh it counted, Clark. Six or seven times it counted, in fact."
'There he goes with the head shaking again.'
"No. That wasn't me."
I suppress a smile.
"Wasn't you, huh?"
"No," he answers seriously.
I gently place a hand on my stomach.
"Okay," I say looking down sadly. "But, could you help me find the father of my child. I need him to give up his parental rights so that you can adopt her."
"Chloe"-
"Or him."
"Chloe"-
"Wait, you are going to adopt my baby, right?"
"Chloe!"
"What?" I ask innocently before pressing my hand over my mouth. I don't think I'll be able to hold it long.
I'm right.
I burst into a fit of laughter. I can see why Lois teases him so much. It's actually a lot of fun.
He's frowning at me. He's such a party pooper.
I make several attempts to stop laughing, but I really think I'm just gonna have to ride this one out. It's not like I'm laughing at him. I understand what he's trying to say. Technically, Clark and I never had sex. It was me and Kal, his alter ego.
"Okay," I agree when the laughter subsides.
"Okay?" he repeats with furrowed eyebrows.
He probably doesn't know if I've 'okayed' the consummation of the marriage; or if I've merely agreed to stop laughing and take him seriously. I lean over and press my lips to his; my way of letting him know my 'okay' was for both.
I only meant for it to be a brief peck, but as I pull away, Clark deepens the kiss. First, by gently capturing my lip between his teeth, then by sneaking his tongue inside my mouth when I gasp.
Quickly, I get over the initial shock and kiss him back.
Not long afterward, I realize my shirt is unbuttoned. He probably cheated and used super-speed.
I pull back.
"Clark!" I yell. He can't possibly mean right now.
"What? You said yes," he says before placing a hand on my hip.
I roll my eyes.
"I know I said yes; but now?"
He frowns at me.
"Right now?" I ask.
"What's wrong with now?" he asks; pulling the most pleading puppy dog face.
'He's so cute.'
He leans in to kiss me again and I jerk my head back.
'He's not that cute.'
"I...we're in my car."
"You're right Chloe. No one's ever had sex in a car before," he says with a sarcastic smile. I can't help but to smile back; until...
I feel his hand slowly creep from my hip to the front of my bra. I'd forgotten I wore the one that fastens in the front. I'd scoot back a little, but my back is pressed against the passenger door.
There's really nowhere for me to go.
I place a hand over his, stilling his movements.
"You wouldn't happen to be on red K again, would you?" I ask with a smile.
He frowns at me and my smile disappears. He's offended.
He removes his hand from underneath mine and places it on the side of my face, slowly shaking his head from side to side.
'Why do I get the feeling he's disappointed in me,' I sarcastically ask myself.
"I don't need red kryptonite to want you Chloe."
He's so sincere that it makes me feel a little guilty. I was only joking.
"Do you believe me?" he asks. I nod my head. I've suddenly taken to staring at his lips, which are close, really, really close to mine.
He leans in even closer.
"Wait," I stop him. "What if someone sees us?"
He smiles; clearly amused.
"I have super-hearing Chloe."
'Right.'
I've run out of excuses.
I kinda hoped I would.
"Anything else?" he arches a challenging eyebrow at me and places a firm hand on my thigh.
I shrug out an "I got nothing."
Abruptly, he tugs on my upper thigh, causing me to slide underneath him.
"Clark!" I squeal out of surprise...and pain.
"Good," he grins down at me before kissing me softly. I wish I could enjoy it, but...
"Clark, wait."
"What now?" he groans. He doesn't even have the decency to part his lips from mine.
"The gears, they're hurting my back."
He places a hand under me and lifts me up.
I roll my eyes when he begins kissing me again.
"You gonna hold me up like this the whole time?"
"Mmm-hmm."
I shrug and close my eyes. Clark can do wonderful things when he puts his mind to it; and apparently he's put his mind to making this work. Who am I to doubt him?
Following his lead, I unbutton his shirt and brace my palms against his chest. He's really sweaty and it makes me frown. Clark doesn't sweat unless he's been weakened by kryptonite or...
I press my hand to his forehead. It's really hot. I hope his heat vision isn't acting up.
He quickly runs a trail of kisses from my mouth to my ear.
"If you wanted to play 'doctor', why didn't you just say so?" he whispers; his lips still pressed against my ear.
Of their own accord, my hand reaches forward, grabbing a fistful of his hair; and my hip jerk a little. Not only does Clark's baritone give me the tingles in special places, but memories of the last time we played 'doctor' begin evoking new waves of desire. Very powerful waves. I yank his hair, roughly snatching his lips from my ear.
He looks startled.
I don't care. I know I didn't hurt him.
"Chloe"-
"Shut up," I gasp, abruptly pulling his face to mine and kissing him deeply; urgently. It takes him approximately...no time to catch on. With one hand, I hold on to the back of his neck; with the other, I quickly remove his shirt and sling it towards the back seat. Whether or not it made it...
I reach for the only button he has left. The one on his pants. He smiles into my mouth as it takes me a couple of tries. He probably thinks I'm nervous or something. I'm not. Confidently, I reach inside, pull him out, and begin to unbutton my jeans.
"Ow!" I cry just as Clark sinks his teeth into my lower lip.
"I'm sorry"-
"Get off!"
I realize he thinks he's bitten me to hard, and maybe he did just a little; but right now he's pinning me down, and the stupid gears are once again digging painfully into my back. I knew he wasn't going to be able to hold me up the whole time.
"Why don't we switch positions? You're the invulnerable one. You lay down here and let the gears stab you in the back."
"Oh" he says; relief overflowing and comprehension dawning. "Sorry."
He lifts me up partially and tries to switch spots with me. It doesn't work.
"You're too big," I complain.
"Oh I don't know; I fit perfectly last time."
I roll my eyes. I find it mighty suspicious he only chooses to acknowledge he and Kal are one and the same when it benefits hi-
'Wait. What did he just...'
I blush as I slowly realize Clark Kent just made a dirty joke. Clark Kent…dirty joke…
"Let's try this way," he says as he sits up straight in the driver's seat and places me on his lap.
"Steering wheel," I complain.
He adjusts the seat.
"How about now?"
I smile down at him. "Perfect," I tell him before leaning in for a kiss.
I snap my head up as someone taps on the window.
"Super hearing Clark!" I hiss at him and quickly make may way over to the passenger seat. He just smiles at me sheepishly
"I got distracted."
I'm so glad Clark hadn't taken my shirt off yet and I pick his up and throw it at him. Turns out it landed on my headrest.
When I've got majority of my buttons fastened, Clark rolls down the window.
"Problem Officer?" he asks innocently.
"Well well well, If it isn't Mr. Kent."
I groan inwardly. To say Sheriff Adams isn't too fond of Clark is an understatement.
"And Ms. Sullivan" she smiles wryly. I smile back, but I'm definitely not happy.
"Hello Sheriff Adams."
"Is there a problem with your vehicle Mr. Kent?"
"No ma'am."
"No? Just enjoying the scenery, huh?"
We don't answer as it's a rhetorical question. It's too dark out here to actually see much of anything.
"I suggest you two head on home and enjoy the scenery from there," the sheriff concludes.
Tapping the top of my car twice, she makes her way to her own; whistling cheerfully as she goes. I close my eyes and lean back, resting my head against the seat. There's no way I'm going back to Smallville, a town where everyone knows me and Clark, tonight.
"Clark? Can you take me to the dorm instead of the farm?"
I can feel him staring at me; but I keep my eyes closed.
"Actually Chloe, I've been meaning to talk to you about"-
"I know, I know" I interrupt while waving him off. "I'm moving into the Kent Farm. No ifs ands or buts about it; but it's just for tonight. I promise."
"But-"
"I just want to be alone tonight; that's all. No Lois, no Mrs. Kent, no-"
"Me."
I open my eyes at his tone and look over at him.
"It's not a bad thing."
He raises his eyebrows, so I continue
. "Just kinda think of it as my last night as a single woman; my last hurrah if you will."
"Chloe, we've been married for three weeks. You're not a single woman."
"I know that; but I haven't really seen...this is...tonight is the first time I've actually thought of us as a couple. You know?"
He frowns. I don't think he does.
I try again.
"I was just so focused on getting a divorce..."
His frown deepens. I'm still not doing a very good job.
"Look, we're going to be together for the rest...for a long time right? I just need this one night to myself first. Just this one." I hold up my index finger for emphasis.
He doesn't respond.
"Pleeeease" I plead. I start smiling at him once it's I can tell he's about to cave.
He sighs and places a palm against my cheek.
He's definitely about to cave.
"Promise me you'll be there in the morning," he says.
I blink at him. He thinks I'm gonna try and run away again?
"Tell you what," I say while leaning in as if I'm about to tell him a secret. "Come by tomorrow morning, and I promise you, we'll consummate our marriage."
"More times than you and Kal?" he pouts.
I grin at him.
"I don't know about more times; but it will be better."
"Better?"
"Uh huh, much better," I whisper against his lips.
"You promise?" he asks while kissing me softly.
"I promise," I murmur back.
"And you promise to be there in the morning?"
I frown. He obviously still doesn't believe me.
I place a palm on both of his cheeks and stare unblinkingly into his eyes.
"I swear on the life of my...our child, I won't leave that dorm room until you come for me."
He stares at me for a while. I stare back, refusing to break eye contact. I really want him to believe me.
"I believe you." he whispers after a while.
