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Chapter nine:


Callie squeaked as the world around her blurred, ending with her standing in the barn with Clark's hands on her hips. "Clark!"

Clark grinned at her startled exclamation and kneaded his fingers against the tight camisole covering her torso. "Is something wrong, C-allie." He questioned innocently, stumbling over her name.

"I-I," She poked out her tongue to lick her lips, realizing immediately that it was a mistake as his deep blue eyes zeroed in on her mouth, following the path of the appendage. "What about... them?" She blushed under his gaze.

Clark smirked as he drew up to his full height, eyes gleaming. "Oh, I don't think we'll have to worry about... them." He replied, pulling a small silver disc from his pocket.

Callie raised an eyebrow inquisitively, quirking her lips. "What's that?"

"The key." Clark chuckled. "They won't be going anywhere for a while." His smirk widened in pride and his grip tightened on her hips. "Now then..."

"Woah, wait!" She jerked back, eyes wide at his actions. "Just... Calm down, alright?" She repeated her earlier words weakly.

"I'm plenty calm." He smiled indulgently, brushing over her like a fragile doll. "Maybe you should relax," He cooed, the girl unwittingly loosening up at his soothing motions. "Let me take over."

She yelped and drew back, a shocked frown on her face. "WAIT, no 'Taking over', damnit. Is sex the only thing you can think about?"

Clark paused, pretending to think for a moment. "Yep, pretty much." He leered.

Callie pulled back, pushing against his face with her palms, as she tried to avoid his seeking lips. "Damnit, Clark. Will you stop being a perv for just a minute and think this through?"

"What's there to think about?" He retorted, swatting her arms aside and leaning in once more.

"Well... Chloe," She stumbled over the other/same woman's name as she angled her head so that he couldn't find her lips. "And Oliver are stuck in your 'fortress', you're dating Lois, and I'm not willing to betray their trust like that."

Clark sighed and rolled his eyes. "Bit late for that, isn't it?" He queried snarkily, claiming her lips in her brief moment of shock at his words.

"Mmn," She tried to ignore her response to his actions, twisting as far as their precarious position would allow. "No, stop it! We're not doing this." She chastised, frowning.

The horny Kryptonian pouted like a child being denied their favourite toy and whined, actually whined. "But I wanna make love to you."

She stilled and blushed at his words, nonetheless still wriggling in his grasp. "I could guess that, damnit!" She squeaked at him, evading his seeking lips and stubbornly denying his advances. "But I want to talk!"

Clark groaned and backed off (at last!), sitting up in a huff. "Fine, we'll talk." He agreed with a put-upon expression. "What did you want to talk about?"

"We-MMPH!" She was cut off by his lips once more, glaring daggers at him as he swept her off her feet again, eyes glinting lustily. She breathed heavily, pulling back for the briefest moment. "...Ah!" She conceded, rising to meet his kiss.

She could practically feel the tall, black-clad alien's grin as he met her lips, laying her in a pile of hay. "Yay." He said, sounding every bit the part of a teen; an irony considering that she was the younger of the two. "We should do it in an elevator."

Despite being nearly past the point of caring the words still jolted Callie back to reality. "Wha... Why?" Her face scrunched up in confusion, drawing another grin from Clark.

"Well," He started, licking his lips. "Once upon a time we nearly did do it in an elevator. I just want to see that taken to it's natural conclusion. Without interruption."

The blonde stared up at him, stunned. Surely they couldn't...? But then... Maybe if... She quickly shook her head of such thoughts and bit her lip, eyeing him; She knew all too well that if he wanted her then he was gonna get her (It was like there was something inside her programmed 'Surrender to Clark Kent', she just couldn't fight it) but the question was; would she fight it, or would she just go along for the ride?

And then he seemed to keel over slightly, brow furrowed and breathe heavy, as though in pain. "Guh...!"

"Clark?" She grasped his shoulders, concern etched onto her face as she supported him. "Are you alright? Clark?" Her bright green eyes shone with worry as he seemed to crumble, tilting forward.

"I'm sorry, Clark." The blonde quickly stepped back, looking at the owner of the voice; Martha Kent stood over him, green light shining from an object held in her hand over her son.

Callie pulled him back, eyes locked onto the older woman. "Mrs. Kent, stop, you're hurting him!" She yelled, stunned.

As though her words were a trigger the other woman's hand dropped to her side, pulling out a small gray box and shoving the glowing meteor fragment inside. "Clark!" The white-tinged redhead lunged toward her son, grabbing his other arm and pulling him to his feet.

"Mom?" The Kryptonian gasped, looking up and meeting his mother's own. "Mom, I-" He heaved in and seemed to notice the other person in the room. "C-Chloe..."

The blonde noticed the immediate shift in his behaviour and smiled comfortingly at him. "Hi, Clark. Are you...?" She trailed off as she took in his eyes, near overflowing with emotion. Taking advantage of both her and his mother's lowered guards the trench-coat clad alien disappeared in a sudden black blur. "Clark!"

Even as she stood, trying to grab him when she knew that he wouldn't be there the other, older woman moved, taking her arm. "He's gone Chloe." Though even as she spoke Chloe could hear the undertone of confusion in her voice.


A/N: Short chapter, only a little over a 1,000 words, but I'll try updating sooner, promise! :)

On another note, be warned that the story is going to start getting more serious.