"Clark please go and help Chloe." Clark sat up on his old red couch in the loft where he had been reading.
"What's wrong Lois? Where is she?" His voice was rushed and panicky, usually he could sense when Chloe was in danger and he hadn't sensed anything all day.
Lois laughed a little into the phone at his quick worry, "Down boy, she is at the apartment attempting to bake. She is all worried about her dad being in the hospital and trying to bake him cookies. Now I would be there but you know I bake about as well as cab driver, and you're all domestic like so I figured you would go help her and maybe calm her down."
At her words Clark was able to calm down and let his muscles relax, he fell back against the couch and smiled at the vision of Chloe in the kitchen trying to bake. "Alright, I will run over and see what I can do."
He heard her sigh and could feel her own worry and tension over Chloe disappear at the reassurance she could count on him to take care of Chloe. "Thank you so much Clark, my moron editor has me running around on this drug trafficking he thinks is going on."
"No problem Lois, you know I am always here when it comes to Chlo. Now you go get some drug sellers." He was already up and ready to zip over to the Talon apartment that Chloe and Lois shared.
Even though he couldn't see it Lois still rolled her eyes at his dork-ness and got ready to get out of her car into the dark alley. "I know you're her hero Clarkie, thanks again." She hung up without allowing him the time to comment about his hate for her nickname and started for the alley.
Clark stared at the phone in anger for letting her get by with calling him that, but then he remembered Chloe needed his help. He closed his phone, stuck it in his pocket and dashed off in super speed to the apartment.
Not even a full three seconds later he was standing outside the door and he could hear a frustrated Chloe talking to herself and his smiled widened. He didn't bother to knock because he was there just as much as the two women, when he opened the door he saw the mess Chloe had gotten herself into.
There was flour all over the island and the floor along with all other types of things used when trying to bake. He leaned against the door frame and just watched her work with her back to him for a bit, it was quite amusing to see Chloe Sullivan actually struggling at something.
Chloe was getting very annoyed with this baking business, who knew making cookies from scratch would be so damn hard? She could feel the heat of eyes watching her and she couldn't stand it so she whipped around to find the culprit at her door. None other than Clark Kent was standing in a white shirt and jeans watching her with a smile on his face, "What's got you all smiles?"
He should have known that he wouldn't go unnoticed for too long, but the sight when she turned was even better. Not only was the flour on the island and the floor but it was all over her as well. Her hair was all messy and she looked kinda sexy in the bright yellow apron she wore over her simple tank top. Knowing he shouldn't laugh because it would only make her angrier, he walked into the apartment, closing the door behind him. "I just love it when you talk to yourself while working."
Incapable of staying mad at him she just sighed and laughed at how she knows she must look. "I don't know how you could call this work, because the last three batches I have tried have failed."
Distress and tiredness was very evident in her voice and Clark just wanted to hug her, "Would you like some help?"
Her smile was as wide as could be and already he could see the joy and appreciation in her eyes, "Would I ever! I got the recipes from your mom because those are the best cookies but I am afraid I have ruined them in my interpretation."
Closing the distance between them Clark came to stand by her side and look over the piece of paper that held her quick scribble of his mother's recipe. "Okay so you have all the ingredients right?"
She set the bowl she had been holding down, "Yeah and it always goes fine until I mix them by hand, I have no idea what I do wrong."
Looking into her bowl he could see she had made a start on her next batch and he she was at said stage. "I think it has to do with the way you mix, I know it sounds stupid but when I used to watch my mom she always did it this funny way."
Chloe looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "Really? That's it? Well then you show me because I have never seen more than one way to mix." She held out the bowl and whisk to him and waited for him to show her.
He shook his head and pushed the bowl back at her, "No you have to feel it out, here." He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her own and placed his hands over hers. "Like this, you need to move the bowl as you fold the ingredients over each other."
Instantly she froze at the touch of his skin to her own and the feeling of his strong chest against her back. She knew he didn't mean to make her all flustered but he sure was, but amazingly her body just followed what his instructed of her. Watching their hands move together as they made the batter she couldn't help but take in his farm fresh sent and warm breath on her neck.
Clark realized a little too late that this could have been a bad idea, the minute Chloe's back relaxed to curve just perfectly against his chest he felt how intimate their stance was. But he didn't want to make the situation awkward so he just kept moving her hands in the motion that his mom had once taught him. "That's it, you're getting it."
His voice vibrated against her back and Chloe had to bit her lower lip from releasing a small sigh. Closing her eyes she tried to keep the naughty visions starting in her head from distracting her, but it didn't really help. The vision of Clark laying her down across the counter and leaning over her was running through her mind and without her own knowledge a small moan escaped her lips.
Doing his own best to keep any fantasies that might have came to mind Clark kept his focus on the baking and their hands moving together. But once he heard her small whimper he practically dropped the bowl, thank God he held it together. He wasn't going to go there with Chloe, he couldn't risk their friendship. No matter how often he had been thinking about her in a more than friends way, no matter how perfect she seemed to fit in his arms and against his body, no matter how much that sigh gave him the impression that she wanted it just as badly.
Chloe felt Clark get tense and it scared her, did he get frightened of her noise? Or was he just as deeply wanting to act on the sexual tension created by his mixing method? She knew that if they did go the way her body was pleading of her their close friendship could get messy, or it could only get better. And then she also knew that if she didn't find release soon she might explode.
The silence was killing them both, but each was too afraid to make the first move. Neither knew what that move was going to be either; they were still both dancing the fence line of friendship and long awaited lust. But after a few more silent moments pass Chloe can't take it any longer and she sets the bowl down on the counter. And without turning around she speaks barely above a whisper, "Clark, kiss me."