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Author note: OMG! I have been dying to write and post this chapter since, like, I finished writing the first one. Lol! If the title hasn't already given it away, this is the very first chapter to have nothing but romance and no one but Chloe and Davis in it. :D Anyways, I hope all of you enjoy this chapter, and I would once again like to thank everyone who reviewed the previous chapter. Thank you for all of the wonderful support!

Chapter Seven: Romantic

"Well, just try and take it easy on Clark at the Planet tomorrow, okay, Lois?" Chloe smiled, as she talked to her cousin on her cell and locked up the front doors of the Talon after her long day at the Isis Foundation. "Yeah, I know punctuality has never been one of our favorite farm boy's strong suits, but look at what's on his plate right now. He's been running the farm, burning the midnight oil with Kara and I to clear Davis' name, yet still makes time to try and land every major story that blows through Metropolis with you." The blonde laughed while she listened to Lois' reply. "All right, I'll talk to you later. Bye, Lo."

After Chloe pressed the "End" button on her cell phone, she turned around to head upstairs for a hot shower...only to find Davis standing twenty-five feet in front of her with sweet smile and candlelit dinner behind him. The blonde couldn't help but be a little surprised, not only by the fact that he was there but by his romantic gesture. Yet her small gasp quickly turned into an invitingly warm smile of affection for the lovely surprise he had obviously planned out for her.

"I was hoping you'd be here soon," he grinned before letting out a light chuckle and blush. "I didn't want the food to get cold, but a reliable source told me that you're usually home by 5:30."

Chloe smiled. "I guess your secret source was correct."

Not failing to notice Davis was also fashionably dressed for the romantic occasion, her green eyes scanned his whole attire. He was wearing freshly polished black dress shoes, black slacks, a black and blue vertically-striped dress shirt and a silky black tie. She, on the other hand, was wearing black slacks with a button-up sun yellow blouse, three-inch black heels, clutching a black leather purse that was slung over her shoulder, and holding her cell phone in her right hand.

"You know, if I had known about this beforehand, I would have—"

"You look beautiful, Chloe," he stopped her, knowing exactly what she was going to say. "You always look beautiful."

Now it was her turn to blush.

After setting her black leather purse and cell phone on one of the empty circular tables, Chloe walked over to Davis, wrapped her arms around his neck and reached up to kiss him softly. Without a second thought on his mind, he cupped the back of her hand with his right hand and the small of her back with his left. They continued to kiss in utter bliss for a few moments until parting with smiles on their faces.

"I can't believe you did all this," Chloe shook her head before staring down at their candlelit meal which included roasted chicken, potatoes, asparagus, a yellow ceramic bowl filled with warm dinner rolls, and two half-filled glasses of white wine. Two white candles and a single red rose in a small glass vase were in the middle of the beautifully set table and the bottle of wine was on ice. He probably made it himself at the farm and Clark helped him "sneak" over with the food. "But what's the occasion? Are we celebrating the fact that you've survived living with Clark and Kara for over a month now?"

"Maybe a little bit," he chuckled. "No, I just wanted to do something special for you as a thank you for everything you've done for me these past couple of months. It's more than anyone ever done for me in my entire life."

"Davis, we're together now," she smiled. "You know I would do anything to protect you."

"I know, but still..." his voice trailed off, pausing for a brief moment. "How often do we get a chance to be alone anymore?"

"Without Clark interrupting us every five minutes like an overprotective older brother?" she giggled. "Never."

"Then I hope you appreciate the evil genius part of my plan."

Chloe softly caressed his bare cheek as she reached up to quickly kiss his lips. "More than you know."

About a half an hour later, Chloe and Davis had finished their dinner—which the blonde thought was absolutely delicious—and were now enjoying their bottle of white wine, while reminiscing over happier moments in their childhood.

"It's no joke," Davis laughed once he finished taking a slip of his wine, "I'm being totally serious."

"You were in a garage band?" the blonde couldn't help but continue giggling. "Oh, come on. You have to see the humor in this for me after telling me all those stories about being a loner in the foster system. It's a little hard for me to imagine you with three or four other guys playing rock music in a garage every day after school."

"I only played with my foster brothers, and we were actually pretty good."

"Did you play an instrument or sing?"

"Both. I played the guitar and sung lead."

"Wow," Chloe was even more surprised than before. "Do you still play?"

"No, I haven't played since I moved to Metropolis. Once I became a paramedic at Met General, I guess I just lost the drive to keep playing."

"Did you ever write any songs?"

"Yeah, I wrote a bunch of songs in high school. Heck, I even..." Davis suddenly stopped talking and looked away from her.

"You even what?" she inquired, interested to hear what he was going to say.

He turned his head to look at her once more, a little more shy than before. "I...I wrote a song about my feelings for you back when you told me we couldn't see each other for a while."

"Really? Will you play it for me?"

"What?" he asked, his eyebrows arching in confusion. "You want me to play my wallowing-in-self-pity song I wrote for you while you were engaged to Jimmy?"

"Yes. I'd really like to hear it."

"But how? I mean, I don't have a guitar to play with or—"

"Local bands from Smallville High play here all the time, Davis. I'm sure there's a couple of rental guitars in the back somewhere and almost everything else should be set up on the stage because a band is supposed to be playing tomorrow afternoon. Just give me two seconds and I'll bring one out for you, okay?"

"But, Chloe—" he started to protest, but stopped when she ignored him and ran into the back room of the coffeehouse.

No more than a minute later, Chloe came back in the room with black and maroon-colored electric guitar. She motioned for Davis to come over to small stage and, after letting out a sigh and eye roll, he did. Already well aware of how to hook up the guitar and get everything he needed set up, Chloe got out of her boyfriend's way so he could and she pulled up a chair to get a "front row seat" for the show.

Once Davis was all ready to go, now sitting on a wooden stool at center stage, he said, "If this totally sucks, you've been warned."

Chloe gave him a confident smile and nodded, eagerly waiting for him to start playing.

I know you are real
I close my eyes to the others
'Cause I've made a promise
I'll stay here

I'm alone
I'm alone
I'm alone

All that I am
I've made so I would deserve you
You may never know
But I believe

I'm for you
I'm for you
I'm for you

Sometimes I see it clearly
A pleading feeling
A life that I may never have with you

And if this fate betrays me
Will I regret this life lived alone
Looking for you

Was it lost before we met?
Still I can't forget
I miss you

Do you feel the same?
Or do I fool myself?
I miss you

I'm alone
I'm alone
I'm alone
I'm alone
I'm alone

(AN: Yes, this is "Alone" by The Crashtones, Sam Witwer's rock band. I love this song so much because I think it really explores Davis' feelings for Chloe, especially from episodes 8x06: Prey — 8x11: Legion. And does anybody else notice how like half of The Crashtones' songs fit into Chlavis' relationship on the show, even though their CD came out back in 2006? It's so freakin' awesome!)

As the sound of the guitar came slowly came to an end, Chloe happily applauded with a bright smile to show off her highly impressed enthusiasm towards his performance. He then placed the guitar back into its black case and hopped off the small stage so she could hug him in congratulations.

"Davis, you were amazing," she said after they let go of each other. "I loved your song and I would love to hear you play it again sometime."

"Bet you still can't believe I play the guitar and sing though, huh?"

"Well, would you believe me if I told you I used to sing a little in high school too?"

"You did?"

"Not a whole lot because I ran the school paper, but, yeah. When my best friend from high school was running the Talon, she did Karaoke Night every Thursday night. Lois and I were a real hit everybody used to say, but it's not like we were aspiring to become the next American Idol or anything. We were just fooling around and having a lot of fun."

"I'm sure you and your cousin would've impressed the hell out of Simon. You have a beautiful voice, Chloe."

Blushing once more, the blonde began to wonder if he was purposely trying to make her feel like she was thirteen again, flirting with her schoolgirl crush in front of her locker, or if it was completely unconscious. "Thank you."

Once the couple had finished the rest of their wine, had dessert, a rich chocolate cream pie that Davis had taught Kara how to make from scratch, cleaned up the dishes together, he figured Chloe would probably want to call it a night and head upstairs since it was almost ten o'clock.

"If you want to go to bed now," Davis said to Chloe as they were walking out of the back room together, "I understand. I told Clark I'd probably stay in the basement tonight so he wouldn't have to come and get me this late. But he should be here to get me before you go off to work in the morning."

The basement.

Just as soon as she heard that word, moments from the romantic "Beauty and the Beast" fantasy-turned-nightmare she had of Davis all those weeks ago flashed into her mind. The rose petals and three dozen or so lit candles he had set up to surprise her with. His declaration of love for her. The breathtaking, intense kiss they shared afterward. The trail of blood she found on the floor before finding Clark's body ripped in half and hanging from the ceiling. Just as soon as heard that one word, it all came back to her again.

"No..." she whispered softly to herself in a trance, now looking away from Davis.

"What?" he asked her with concern. "Chloe, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she quickly shook her head and snapped back to reality. "It's nothing."

"I don't buy that," he spoke up in a firmer tone this time. "Something's bothering you. What is it?"

"I..." she started to say, then stopped when she noticed how concerned he was for her.

The last thing Chloe wanted to do with Davis, especially after all they had been through together in the past few months, was pull a "Clark" moment and start lying to him. She had seen too many times from her best friend's relationship with Lana before he had finally told her his secret—how lying had caused so many of their problems. Or even her own relationship with Jimmy before he knew about Clark's powers. Secrets and lies only destroy what a relationship tries to build. But Chloe had been keeping a secret from Davis for months now; she had been keeping her initial reasons for leaving Smallville with him a secret since the moment she made the offer to leave town together.

It was time to tell him the truth.

"I have to tell you something."

"Okay," Davis said in reply, yet still had a hard time following her.

"But not here. I want to tell you downstairs in the basement."

"Why?" he asked, his right eyebrow arching in confusion.

"Just come with me and you'll see."

Without saying another word, Chloe grabbed hold of his left hand with her right and led him downstairs to the basement. She switched on half of the lights with her free hand once they were there, then brought him to the middle of the room.

"Chloe, what's going on?"

"Before I get started," she said, letting go of his hand, "will you promise not to say anything until I'm finished?"

"Yes."

"There's something I haven't been completely honest with you about for several weeks now, and I need to tell you the truth before this goes any further between us."

Even though he was tempted to say something, Davis kept his word and continued to listen.

"I didn't leave Smallville so we could start a new life together and escape from the police like I led you to believe, Davis. I mean, I know you knew I was trying to help both you and Clark from fulfilling your destinies. But the real reason why I left with you was because I was trying to protect Clark from Doomsday. The truth is, in the beginning, that was the only reason why I wanted to skip town with you."

Davis stared at Chloe with a mixture of shock and upset written all over his face for what seemed like an eternity until he could finally say something by looking away from her.

"So this whole time we've been together, it was all for Clark?"

"No," she shook her head in disagreement. "No, just in the beginning. That's not at all how I feel about you now. Davis, even although I always knew on some level that I had feelings for you, I had to protect Clark in order to protect everyone else. The world needs him, but he never would've been able to be the hero we all need unless I could save him from your alter ego."

"Chloe, where are you?"

"Davis and I are gone, but please don't try and find us, okay? We're fine."

"You think that you're safe, Chloe, but you aren't. You are not safe with him."

"I'm sure everyone's fitting me for a straitjacket right now. But, Clark, I do know what I'm doing. And I knew that if I told you sooner you would've found a way to stop me."

Clark let out a small sigh, not sure of what to say.

"Look, everything I've ever done, right or wrong, I did for you."

"By running away? Admit it, Chloe. You have feelings for Davis. That's why you're protecting him."

"Clark, I'm protecting you," she argued. "I meant what I said. Condemning Davis to a life as that monster is worse than killing him."

"But what about you, Chloe? Chloe, I'm gonna spend every second looking for you. I will find a way to save you."

"Clark, you're not here to save one person, you're here to save all of us."

"And you think sacrificing yourself will help me do that."

Tears began to well up in Chloe's eyes just as Clark took a brief pause in his argument to persuade her not to leave with Davis.

"Chloe, you're wrong. You're wrong, Chloe."

"I must have thrown a million green rocks away and I have never really saved you. Now I can."

Clark swallowed hard while he took in his best friend's heartfelt words. "Chloe, listen to me. This is your life we're talking about. Don't do this."

The tears finally began rolling down her cheeks as she replied, "Clark...if there's one lesson I've learned from you, it's that choosing the greater good is never a sacrifice."

Unable to say anything else, the blonde finally took the cell away from her ear and ended what she thought would be the last phone call she ever made to her best friend....

"Why tell me all of this now?" Davis asked, still looking down at the cold cement floor underneath his feet.

"Because I know what it's like to be in a relationship with a web full of lies and deceit, and I didn't want to repeat history with you."

Still too upset to think straight, Davis couldn't bring himself to say a word or even look at her.

"I know you're mad at me. I'm sorry that I kept this from you for so long, yet the longer we were together, the more I didn't want to tell you because I knew you'd see it as a betrayal. But you have to believe me when I say that's not how I feel about you anymore. When Oliver, Dinah and Bart found us that night in Edge City, I was ready to start building a life with you, Davis, and I still am."

A few moments of uncomfortable silence past between them until Chloe felt a spark of hope when Davis finally looked back up at her.

"You still haven't told me why you had to tell me this down here."

"Would you believe me if I told you the reason why?"

"Depends on the reason."

"Before we left Smallville together, I had this romantic dream about us here in the basement. You called me down here because you said you had another nightmare, but it was really just a ploy to surprise me with a room full of roses and candles. We talked about what I had done to help you and you told me that our relationship was more than just friendship...that your feelings for me hadn't changed since the first day we met. We kissed and just when I thought things were going to go further, I saw a trail of blood. I followed it and it led me to Clark's body, ripped in half and hanging from the ceiling."

"So this nightmare was what motivated you to protect Clark from me—from the beast?"

"Yes, that's partially why."

Almost a whole minute of silence past by again before Davis finally had the strength to speak his mind.

"Chloe, I—I don't know where to go from here. All this time I thought you left Smallville with me out of love, because you actually wanted to be with me. But now that I know the truth, I don't know if I can be with you anymore."

"It isn't all that different from when you lied to me about that drunk driver Jimmy saw you kill at the hospital."

"I was trying to protect you and Jimmy from what I was. I didn't want the beast to go after you again."

"And I was trying to protect Clark. What's the difference?"

"The difference is what I did, I did out of my love for you, Chloe, but you—"

"I did out of love for Clark."

"So you do still love him?"

"Yes, but only as a friend. Clark was my first love, Davis, and he's my best friend. He's been a part of my life for over nine years. We have a lot of history together and that's never gonna change."

"I know, it's just..."

Chloe stepped forward and pressed her index finger to his lips to silence him, knowing exactly what he was going to say. "I know. But all of that is in the past now. I want you to be the one I spend my life with, not Clark. You and only you."

After she removed her finger from his lips to let him speak again, Davis wrapped one arm around her slim waist and placed the other on the small of her back and brought her closer to him. "I love you more than anything."

"And I love you, so let's make tonight a fresh start for us. I think we both deserve it."

Davis nodded in agreement. They gazed into each other's eyes for a few seconds before he finally leaned in to kiss her and she kissed him back softly. The kiss started out slow and gentle, both of them taking it as a moment of comfort and joy now that there were no more secrets between them. Chloe cupped the back of his neck with one hand, while the other softly ran up and down his back. Yet the feel of her fingers touching the fabric of his shirt, pressing into his skin, was gradually lowering Davis' defenses and giving him the desire to take things further. Kisses soon became harder, more fervent, as moans of pleasure began to escape from their throats. Aroused and achingly desperate for more, he tore his lips from hers and leaned down even further to kiss her neck. Chloe sighed out in content, arching her neck back to give him more access. With her help, Davis undid the buttons to her yellow blouse and carelessly discarded it to the floor, exposing her lacy white bra. In almost no time at all, they got rid of his black tie, black and blue dress shirt and white undershirt, thereby showing off his well-toned chest and rock hard abs. They kicked off their shoes, unbuckled their black leather belts, and removed their slacks until the only thing they were wearing was their undergarments. Then before the blonde could say a word, Davis scooped her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed.

Once Chloe's head was resting on one of the white pillow and his body covered hers, they wrapped their arms around each other and began kissing passionately again. Hands touched, explored the unknown territory with burning desire and delight. Davis groaned in pleasure when Chloe raked her fingernails through his short black hair, as he kissed and nipped at her neck. She felt like her body was literally being set on fire when his light butterfly kisses began to trail further down to the valley of her breasts. Bringing his head back up to her level, Chloe kissed him hungrily.

"Are you sure about this?" he whispered to her between kisses, wanting to make sure she was since it was their first time together.

"Yes," she whispered back softly. "I love you, Davis."

And so, with no more needed encouragement, they made sweet love to one another all night long in the basement...

...like Hades and Persephone did in the underworld.

Author note: What else is there for me to say after a chapter like that? Lol!

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