I can't believe I'd forgotten until now.

'Is it normal to repress good memories?'

It happened when I was thirteen. I caught the flu and had to miss a couple days of school. It was a Friday when Clark came over. I remember because I wasn't really sick anymore; I just didn't think it made sense to return a day before the weekend.

I heard a knock on the door, but ignored it.

'Sick people don't answer doors do they?'

"Chloe!"

I jumped as Clark bursts into my bedroom and quickly covered my bare thighs. Even then, I didn't like sleeping in pants.

"No one...you didn't answer the door. I thought-"

"I'm sick Clark! Do you really expect me to get out of bed to answer the door? How'd you get in here anyway?" I didn't mean to yell at him; but I was slightly embarrassed. He'd just seen me in my underwear after all.

"I..uh...the door was unlocked. Where're your parents?" He asked; and I was smart enough to know he was changing the subject.

"Dad's at work," I shrugged.

"And your mom?"

"I don't know," I said and waited for it. When you tell people you don't know where your mother is, they tend to ask a bunch of questions like; "where is she?" and "how long has she been gone?"

"I don't know where my mother is either," He said instead. I looked up at him.

"Or my father. I'm adopted," he finished with a small smile. I smiled back.

"My mother left me," I offered. It was the first timed I'd volunteered the information to anyone. "So, what brings you by?" I asked. It was my turn to change the subject.

"Oh, right. I brought you your homework," he said while digging through his book bag and sitting down next to me. I blushed. It was the first time a guy had ever been in my bed and I didn't have any pants on.

"Uh..Chloe?"

"What!" I jumped; but he wasn't even looking at me.

"What are you watching?"

I looked over at my television and back at Clark. He was actually fidgeting and I had to fight back a laugh.

Earlier I'd popped in one of my favorite movies, Cruel Intentions, and it just so happened to be on Sarah and Selma's infamous kissing scene.

"Why are they?...are they?.."

"Relax Clark. They're just practicing," I said; immediately putting him out of his misery.

"Practicing?"

I rolled my eyes and rewound the movie a bit.

"I don't understand," he said after a while.

"You want me to rewind it again?" I frowned at him. Surely he couldn't be that dense.

"No. I just...If girls practice with other girls, then how do I...uh guys learn?"

I shrugged. "I guess they learn when they kiss a girl."

"That's not fair," he said thoughtfully

"You could always practice with Pete," I smiled sweetly at him.

The expression on his face was priceless, and I burst into a fit of laughter.

"I was just joking," I said in between breaths. "You can practice with me, if you want."

"You?"

I sobered up quickly.

"What's wrong with me?" I asked defensively.

"No-nothing. I...uh.."

I rolled my eyes at his nervous stuttering. He was never gonna have the courage to kiss a girl.

"Look," I said moving to sit in front of him. Then I placed both hands on his shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes. "It's not a big deal if we're just practicing."

He gulped. "You're uh...you're not"

"I'm not what?" I asked exasperatedly.

He cleared his throat. "You're not wearing any pants."

I looked down. "Right. I don't like sleeping in pants," I explained hurriedly. "Close your eyes."

He did as I asked.

I walked backwards to my dresser so I could catch him if he decided to take a peek. He didn't. I remember thinking he was either gay or an alien, and leaning more towards the latter.

I put on my favorite nighty shorts and sat back in front of him.

"You can open your eyes now," I announced; but he didn't. He was probably giving me more time to get dressed. I kissed him then; just a quick peck on the lips. His eyes sprang open in surprise.

"See, that wasn't so scary," I crooned at him.

"No. Not scary."

I leaned in and kissed him again. It was still close-mouthed, but much longer than the first.

"What about that one?" I asked pulling back.

"Not scary." His eyes were still closed and I smiled at him.

"OK. Your turn," I announced. He opened his eyes and furrowed his brows in confusion. "You don't expect the girl to always make the first move do you?" I teased.

"No."

But he didn't move. I sighed and climbed into his lap; surprising both him and myself. I wasn't usually so forward; but Clark was just so...I just knew he wouldn't take advantage of me. I trusted him.

He shifted uncomfortably and I almost fell out of the bed. Almost. He caught me with one hand and righted me. I arched an eyebrow; impressed.

"Well?" I inquired. He frowned. "It's still your turn," I explained

"Oh, right." He shifted nervously again. Out of reflex, I held onto his arm so that I didn't almost fall again.

Hesitantly, he put his other hand on my waist and haphazardly laid one on me. I winced and bit down on my bottom lip. That really hurt.

"Chloe! I'm so sorry. Are you OK."

"I'm fine."

"I should go," he said; and stood up to do just that, only I wouldn't let go. He really needed my help; and I made it my personal mission to make sure the first girl he kissed had a good experience.

We were in my doorway before he noticed I was still attached to him. I was slipping; so I wrapped my legs around him more securely and hoisted myself up a little. Instinctively, he placed his hands under my rear to help me.

"I'm fine Clark. Look," I held my lip between my thumb and index finger. "It's not even bleeding."

He didn't look reassured.

"You know what you have to do now right?" I smiled suddenly as a brilliant idea came to me.

He just looked at me warily.

"You have to kiss it and make it better," I said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Chloe, I don't think that's such a good idea."

"You think too much Kent. All you have to do is this."

I placed a feather light kiss on his bottom lip.

"See? No biggy." I told him. "Now you try," I demanded; but he didn't move.

I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against his. Maybe there was just no hope for him after all.

I sighed and opened my mouth to tell him to just put me down; but caught his bottom lip instead. Simultaneously, our eyes sprang open in shock. He tried to pull back, but I sank my teeth into his lip and refused to let go. I didn't want another apology; I wanted to teach him how to kiss a girl. I ran my tongue across his lip and smiled when he gave my bottom a squeeze. We were making progress at last.

To this day, I'm not sure what made me do it; but I began sucking on his lip. That was when he dropped me and ran out of the room.

I got up, wiped my bottom, checked the front of my shorts, and started my homework. I wasn't angry or offended. I was pressed close enough to him to know why he suddenly had to leave. I just didn't know how he'd managed to rip through his jeans.

I frown. Maybe it wasn't such a good memory after all. Not even a week later, Clark told me how much he liked Lana; and that was when I realized how much I liked him.

'Lana' I sigh. 'What am I going to tell her?'

"What about her?"

I look up at Clark and frown.

'Had I said that out loud?'

I slowly realize his hands are placed on either side of my head. But then...I look down.

"When did we start...when did you?..." I shrug and decide it doesn't really matter.

He slows down and looks at me piercingly.

"When did I what, Chloe?" He asks slowly, and I get the feeling he already knows what I was asking.

"Nothing. Just forget it"

He stills completely; and I know he doesn't want to 'just forget it'.

"I just didn't realize we were..." I exhale. He narrows his eyes. I furrow my brows and try again. "I wasn't paying attention when you..."

I stare up at him confused. He's angry again. Why would he be angry? Kal is the most self-absorbed guy ever. Why would he care if I didn't notice when we...realization dawns on me and I began laughing; really laughing for the very first time since Lana and Clark's break up.

I'd insulted him. Inadvertently, I'd implied that he wasn't doing a good enough job; bruising his ego.

He scowls down at me, and I laugh even harder.

"I'm sorry Clark," I choke out "Keep going."

"Don't. Call. Me. That," he growls.

"It's your name," I throw his earlier words back at him and wipe the tears that have accumulated in the corner of my eyes.

His nose flares and he grabs me by the arm. He leans in close to me, his nose almost touching mine and glares at me. I should be afraid of him. He's right; he's not Clark right now; but I honestly believe he won't ever hurt me. Not as Clark; and not as Kal.

Suddenly he smiles; and I stop laughing.

'This isn't good.'

He kisses me; a very slow lingering kiss.

I open my eyes; (when did I close them?') expecting him to pull back. He doesn't. Instead he teases my lips apart with his tongue. His hand moves down my arm and he laces my fingers with his. '

'I'm in so much trouble right now'.

He brings my hand up to his face. Leaving it there, he sucks on my bottom lip and I see what the big deal is. I moan and move my hand; burying it into his hair and deepen the kiss.

Then I pull back almost immediately, ashamed of myself. Lana's my friend.

"Chloe?" he questions. I smile at him, letting him know I'm OK. Encouraged, he leans in and kisses me again. I let him, but I don't kiss him back. This way I don't hurt Clark, and I stay as loyal to Lana as possible.

He pulls back because of my lack of response and stares down at me. I chew on my lower lip nervously, then I have to stop when I notice he's staring at my innocent attempt to calm myself down. I don't want to be a tease.

He leans down and kisses me again, and again; still no response.

He exhales slowly and I think he's given up.

He hasn't. He slowly kisses my chin, my throat; I close my eyes.

'This is gonna be harder than I thought'.

He slides down to my collar bone, then through the valley between my breasts.

When he kisses my stomach, I snap my legs shut.

I can feel him smile against my skin and I inwardly groan.

'Not good.'

He slowly makes his way up my body and presses his lips to my ear.

"Chloe baby,"

I shake my head. 'don't ask me, don't ask me.' I silently plead over and over again.

He kisses my ear and places a hand on my stomach. "Open your legs."

"Nuh-uh," I refuse, still shaking my head.

"No?" He chuckles and shifts so that he's looking me in the eyes. "You promised," he smiles down at me.

I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Clark we have to get Lois to the hospital and find Maddie," he mimics my earlier words back to me. I close my eyes. I know where this is going."I'll do anything you want. Just please," he finishes.

"Now," continues after his forefinger traces a path from my navel to my chin; "Lois is in the hospital". He traces my lower lip with his fingertip. "Maddie is safe and sound with her grandmother," he leans in and kisses me softly. "And what I want, is for you to open your legs."

I stare up at the ceiling as he makes his way down my body again. He stops at my stomach, and waits for me. I take a deep breath.

' I can do this'.

I part my legs slightly. He looks up at me and grins.

"Baby," he kisses the top of my thigh. "My head won't fit in there like that. You're gonna have to open up more."

I balk at his bluntness. He grins even wider.

"You know Chloe, we are married. You shouldn't be so shy."

I glower at him and open my legs just a little more. He shakes his head and nips my thigh with his teeth.

"More than that."

Tired of this; I grab a pillow, place it over my face, open my legs the way I know he wants me to, and wait. He snatches the pillow from me and throws it on the floor; much like Lois had done just this morning. I reach for another; but he pushes them all out of the bed. I glare at him. He just smiles and disappears between my legs. I cover my face with my hands and hear him exhale out of frustration. I blink rapidly as my eyes are exposed to light and notice my hands are now pinned above my head. Clark is above me, fixing me with the most fierce gaze. Still staring at me, he resumes his position between my legs. I inhale, and wait until he kisses me before covering my face with my hands again.

"Clark!" I yell up at him. He's above me again; but this time he's tied my hands to the headboard. He smiles down at me; evidently satisfied with his quick solution and handiwork.

"Untie me!" I try and loosen my hands myself, but- I look up.

'handcuffs?'

I mentally apologize to the police officer he stole them from.

"Let's try this again, shall we?" he smirks.

I fight the urge to close my legs as it will lead me nowhere, and take a deep breath. I jump as a small gust of cold; and I mean really cold air makes contact with the most sensitive part of my body.

"Careful Clark!" I shriek.

'When'd he develop that abili-'

"Oh my god," I whimper when he puts his mouth on me, warming me instantly. Just as I'm getting used to the sensation, he blows on me again. I flinch a little. This is making me nervous.

"Can't you just use ice like regular people?" I scold down at him. I expect him to smirk at me and make an arrogant remark about him not being a regular person. He doesn't. He doesn't even smile; just keeps his eyes locked with mine and places open-mouthed kisses on me. My eyes start to glaze over; and my physical needs begin to outweigh my guilt.

"Untie me," I whisper.

He cocks his head to the side and watches me for a few seconds. I know when he figures I've finally given in. The corners of his mouth twitch as he suppresses a smile of triumph. But I don't care. I've got from tomorrow morning on to feel ashamed and disgusted with myself.

He stands up; and at the sight of his erect manhood my traitor hips involuntary jerk upward; letting him know exactly what I want. He gets the hint. Within seconds his body is covering mine. I gasp and wrap my legs around his waist when he buries himself inside of me. Forgetting my hands are tied, I try and reach for him; but I can't.

"Clark, untie me please."

He stills and reaches for my wrists.

"I'm not Clark," he whispers against my ear.

I wait for him to free me, but he doesn't. It's as if he's waiting for...

"Please untie me...Kal" I whisper; deciding to give him what he wants, so he can give me what I need.

When he frees me, I hold onto him as tight as I can; apologizing to Lana a thousand times.

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Whew! Glad that's over. It was really really hard. I haven't read not one fanfic since I started this chapter. I was afraid I might accidentally use ideas I've read; and I wanted to be as original as possible. So if any of it is similar to another story, it's purely coincidental.