A/N: One hundred-percent fluff, but watch out for the ending! :)

Sealed with a Kiss

Clark Kent stared mournfully at the lopsided paper heart his scissors had produced. "I told you I'm not cut out for this, Chloe."

His companion glanced up from her own task at the other end of the desk and rolled her eyes. "Maybe you'd do better if you quit trying to come up with awful puns," she retorted dryly, lifting another pink heart out of the pile in front of Clark. With a felt pen, she scribbled "Be Mine" across its center, set it aside, and reached for another. "And don't be so picky. These are party decorations, not museum pieces."

Clark shot her a persecuted look and attacked a fresh piece of red construction paper. "I don't know why you volunteered us both to do this. You know I'm not the biggest fan of Valentine's Day."

Chloe sighed, put down her pen, and fixed a stern eye on her reluctant helper. "I wish you'd stop thinking about Lex's party. It's in the past, Clark."

Clark's expression darkened. "I know," he said softly. "But I can't help remembering what I said to you that day. Heck, what I said to everyone. It was unforgivable."

"Well, obviously not 'unforgivable,'" Chloe said, the corners of her mouth tugging upward as if at some secret joke. "You were drugged, after all. And don't tell me that doesn't make any difference," she added quickly, cutting off Clark's protest. "RedK may not turn you into a different person, but it usually does make you act like a jerk."

"I was thoughtless, rude, and cruel."

"Yes to all three," Chloe agreed cheerfully. "Feel better now?" In a more somber tone, she added, "We've talked about this before. What damage did you really do? Your mother and I knew right away something was wrong with you, Lois can't remember a thing, and Lana hurt you more than you hurt her—as usual."

Clark grimaced and set down his paper and scissors, avoiding her gaze. Chloe reached out to curl her fingers around his large hand, which rested motionless on the desk on top of the half-cut piece of paper. "And, you know, there are worse things to say to a girl than admitting that you've "thought about" having a relationship with her," she murmured, smiling.

"Although," Chloe went on, as her eyes began to twinkle mischievously, "it did make me think about getting even someday."

Clark's forehead wrinkled slightly in confusion. "It did?"

"Uh-huh. And I succeeded, too, a few years ago." She grinned. "Exactly how many times did you propose to me, Clark Jerome Kent?"

His eyes widened in sudden horrified realization. "You mean, all those times you said you'd 'think about it'"? Was because of…..that?"

"Oh come on," she said huskily, rising from her seat and leaning across the desk, bending closer until her lips nearly touched his. "You knew I'd say 'yes' someday. You, of all people, knew what 'think about' really meant."

The shock in his eyes melted into desire as she pressed her mouth softly against his. He took her shoulders, pulling her closer, and deepened the kiss.

A long, long time later, the pair was finally distracted by the sound of paper ripping underneath them. One hand trailing against Clark's flushed cheek, Chloe surveyed the damage and sighed. "I guess we'd better get back to work. Lara's first-grade teacher will never forgive us if we don't deliver the goods as promised for the class Valentine's party."

She moved to return to her seat, but he held her gently in place. "Our daughter's class can wait a little while longer," he whispered, his face next to her ear. "Right now, I'd rather spend some quality time with Mrs. Kent."

Chloe's smile brightened. "Happy Valentine's Day, Mr. Kent."

The End