"Clark Kent put me DOWN!" He was walking down to the lower level of the barn with Chloe still over his shoulder.

"Not until you say it!" From her position she had a really nice view of his butt, but somehow she doubted that's what he wanted to hear.

"I WILL NOT!"

"Say it."

"No!"

"SAY IT!"

"NO!" He started to spin around.

"Say it!"

"Clark Kent does not fawn over Lana Lang."

"Told you I could make you say it." He caught a look at her slightly green face as he set her down.

"You do know you're going to pay for that later right?"

He gave her a somewhat sheepish grin. "I figured as much."

"Good." She pushed her hair behind her ear. "Now if you don't mind I'm getting out of here before you get any more brilliant ideas."

"See you at the Talon later?"

"So I can watch you FAWN" she emphasized the word, "over Lana Lang." His smile disappeared.

"Chloe Sullivan I do NOT…" she shot him a triumphant grin and ran out of the barn, he was right on her heels.



So do ya think I could pull off a whole story of this pairing? Review and let me know, if I get a few I'll continue.