Okay so this idea came to me as I was writing my other story 'All in the Timing'. This story will jump around in the timeline to show the many firsts of Chloe and Clark not necessarily in order but as the ideas come to me. Tell me what you think. I love replies!

The First Time…

Chapter One: The First Look

It was hot… so hot that she thought her white tank top was going to stick to her body permanently. Running the back of her hand over her forehead she exhaled a breath feeling the dryness in the back of her throat. She couldn't believe that her air conditioning was on the fritz at the exact moment that Metropolis decided to go through the heat wave of the freaking century.

"… Metropolis to reach a record high of 110 degrees… stay indoors and keep the AC blowing. It's going to be a scorcher."

She rolled her eyes at the voice coming from her radio. He was mocking her. She could feel it. The entire city was mocking her now that she had no air conditioning and was steadily trying to pull this report together for Oliver. It was just so hard to concentrate when even, with all the windows open and the only fan she had was seated directly in her path blowing at top speed, still wasn't enough to make a dense in the unbearable heat.

How was she expected work out the ratio of anything when she could barely keep her eyes open? The heat always made her sleepy. What she wouldn't give for a run in with Sean the walking freezer right about now. The guy may have been crazy but he sure knew how to cool a girl off. Of course he would probably kill her but you know that might be a short price to pay in the long run! Grabbing the bottom of her shirt she flapped it against her stomach trying to create wind where there seemed to be none.

Taking a stand she walked to her freezer and upon opening it she just remained there for a moment allowing the cool air to blow over her cheeks. She could stand like this forever but then everything in there would melt and then she would be broke and without ice cream! She just couldn't win. Grabbing the ice tray from the back she popped a few into a glass and filled it to the top. Taking a long sip she sighed, feeling the condensation from the glass in the palm of her hand. Bringing it to her forehead she glided it back and forth allowing it to cool the skin. She exhaled deeply and then the idea struck her. She had seen it countless time in the movies. Girl is hot, girl gets a drink of water, girl takes glass and pours contents over her head to cool herself down all the while looking extremely sexy. Now she wasn't going for sexy but the cooling off part that was starting to appeal to her. She could always take another cold shower but after the third one that day she figured it was time to give her water bill a rest. A glass of water over the head might just be what the doctor ordered.

It would be extremely silly of her to do and quite ridiculous but then again she was the only one here. Not to mention the water was extremely cold… colder than any shower she could ever take. Besides she had wood floors… a little water over the head… a few splashes on the floor, mopped up quickly with the swifter in the corner… no one would ever know. She could keep a secret. Hell; she's been keeping the biggest secret for years now… this should be nothing.

With one final look to the left and then to right she raised the glass above her head and tipped it over. It only took a second before the water hit the top of her head splashing over her scalp and dripping down her face and although she had been burning up a minute before it did not prepare her for the cold that met her body causing her to cry out slightly at the contact. "Son of a… God; that's cold!" She strangled out the words to herself making her oblivious to her best friend standing in the doorway with a raised eyebrow.

"Chloe…"

She looked over sharply meeting his eyes. He had seen her. She could tell by the confused glint in his eyes. He had caught her dumping the water over her head like a complete and total dork. She smiled not sure of what else to do as she placed the glass back on the counter. Standing up a little straighter as she brushed the wet tendrils out of her eyes she cleared her throat. "Hey… Clark." Perhaps if she simply acted as if nothing happened he would take the hint.

"What… what are you doing?" He asked still confused.

"Having a drink of water… want one?" She asked still refusing to acknowledge her odd behavior.

His eyebrows rose a littler further at her reply. Stepping into her apartment he closed the door trying to swallow the smile that came to his lips. "A drink… not if it's going to be poured over my head!"

She rolled her eyes and looked away. "It was hot… really freaking hot and the maintenance guy won't be here until tomorrow and the water was really… really cold!" Putting her hands on her hips she glared at him. "You know with all your superpowers why don't you have an ability to lower temperatures?" She asked slightly annoyed at being caught.

He opened his mouth ready with a reply when he stopped short as his eyes drifted to the front of her tank and found that words had left him. The white tank top clung to the front of her chest tightly, pressing against the firmness of her breasts. More than a little damp from the water and her own perspiration he could see the outline of her hard nipples insistently pushing against the cotton. The shadow of pink areolas just barely visible in the afternoon sunlight taunted him, mocked him. He swallowed hard. They were beautiful and for a moment he envisioned palming them in his hands; wondering what it would feel like to have them pressed against his chest without any barriers and then he felt the blush come to his cheeks as he realized what he was doing and looked away shamefully.

"Clark can we do that?" She asked completely oblivious to his train of thought.

He looked up forcing his eyes to stay focused on her face. He cleared his throat and swallowed hard trying to fight the insistent redness covering his skin. "What?" He asked.

"I asked if we could go to Queen Tower so I could finish this report for Oliver. At least there we have the comfort of air conditioning." She pointed out and then furrowed her brow. "Where did you go?"

He shook his head. "Nowhere… just… nowhere. Why don't you go and change and I'll clean up here." He offered running his hand through his hair nervously.

She stared at him for a moment and then let it go with a shrug and a smile. "Thanks." She remarked walking by him. As she came to stand beside him she stopped and put her hand on his arm. "You know if you tell anyone about this I'm going to have kill you right?" She smirked with a small chuckle.

Looking down into her face he was struck by her beauty. The faint water droplets still on her nose and the slight flush that painted her cheeks seemed to catch him completely off guard and for the first time he was really looking at her as the woman that she had grown into. Gone was the reckless teenager out to do anything for a story. In her place was a confidant woman with poise and a daring resilience that now understood the difference between a cover-up and privacy. She had found the balance between the snarky teenage girl she had been and the sophisticated, witty young woman that she now was.

For the first time he was looking at her as a real woman, instead of just his best friend, instead of just the girl he grew up with; she wasn't just Chloe Sullivan his closest confidant but Chloe Sullivan the woman, the liaison for the Justice League, the quirky woman who dumped water over her head to get cool and could make him laugh without even trying.

She could see the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth and sighed. "I'm serious Clark… you breathe a word of this little incident to anyone and I'm inclined to tell everyone how you like to watch the soap channel!" She shot back.

He gave her a full blown smile as he reached out and tucked a lock of her wet blonde hair behind her ear staring into her sea green eyes. "Your secret is safe with me." His voice was soft…almost sensual and for a moment she felt her heart palpitate. And perhaps if she hadn't been burned so many times by the brightness of that smile she would have seen the difference in this look. The softness of his eyes, the feel of his fingertips as they lingered on her forehead but years of rejection taught her well. Instead she smiled back at him.

"Give me ten minutes and I'll be ready to go." And then she was gone and he was left staring at her form until it disappeared around the corner.

Running a hand through his hair he swallowed hard… "Chloe… what a woman."