A/N: HEHEHE! Hope you liked that chapter! I know I made Lana out to be a
wee bit spiteful, but redemption is going to be coming up in this chapter!
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By the way, Clark/ Lana and Chloe/ Lex scenes are on the way! Chloe/ Lex may be in the next chapter, not sure right now, but lots of C/L for all you C/L people. Gad! I don't know why I give in!
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"No Larry, I said three shipments to metropo-"Lex paused for a second, grabbing Nicole's arm as she walked by, "-lis, I'll call you back Larry," he switched his cell off and turned to face his petit cousin.
"Nicole, I heard from some very good sources of mine that you had an, an …unpleasant… run in with Miss Lang. You do know that the main objective is to get her to fall for Clark and not to get so pissed off at his friend's cousin that she ultimately hates him forever, right?" Nicole flopped oh-so gracefully into the big armchair by the fire.
"Don't worry Lex, it's all going according to the plan," She stated, opening a bag of Hershey's kisses.
Lex sat in the seat opposite her, and with a little smirk and a raised eyebrow said,
"And which plan would this be?"
"Mine, of course."
"You know absolutely nothing about-"Lex started,
She cut him off, "You know Lex; you really need to get a girlfriend. You know nothing about women at all."
"I do too!" He stated defensively.
"I know! I've been thinking this for the longest time, I mean all you do is work, no dates no nothing. I mean, even though your bald you're not unattractive, actually, on the contrary, I've heard that it gives you an edge, most eligible bachelor and all. I know a lot of people in this town have a bald fetish, and I know that-"
"Not I know I need a date, I know things about girls!"
Nicole just nodded.
"Really…"
"Yes really!"
"Fine. What's your type?" Nicole was reeling him in, hook line and sinker. She could drag information out of anyone, and she thought, why not put it to good use? She wanted to help Chloe. She genuinely liked the curious reporter, and since she was already over her head in the match maker department, why not just keep on truckin'?
"Blonde. Petit with a nice smile…" She saw his slate grey eyes look at something distant and far away, and she wondered what he could be seeing. Or who…
Lex was seeing the way a certain blond reporter's face lit up with her thousand-watt smile. How her neck curved so gracefully. He smiled, thinking about her spunkiness, and he realized, she was the type of woman that no Victoria or Lana could ever touch. She was life, packed into a little five foot four inch frame. He saw her look at him with that enigmatic, inquisitive face, and he knew that she was a mystery he wanted to figure out. If only she wasn't sixteen! Oh how many times had he gone over his if only's?
He had thought it best to stay away from her, her intriguing mind, her beautiful face. He knew that if he got too close to her, he would be drawn in, like a moth to flame, and not be able to pull away. It had worked too. That is, until the accident. He had sat by her bedside at night, when no one was around, so nothing would get published in the tabloids. He held her hand, so afraid that it would grow cold, and he'd never see that smile, those bright eyes. He would never see the look in her eyes when she was determined, and he knew he couldn't have bore it if it happened.
By the grace of god, she was saved, she was alright. And he knew, he could never tell her how he felt anymore. He would whisper it to her as she lay sleeping in the hospital, with tears glistening on his cheeks.
He shook himself out of his reverie. Chloe was the woman he loved, but he could never have her. It was fated that way, and he knew it could never be.
"Why do you want to know anyways?" He questioned, Nicole shrugged.
"No reason. I just thought we were bonding,"
"Yeah," Lex responded with a little chuckle.
…Meanwhile, in Clark's fortress of solitude…
Lana looked up casually from her porch, and Clark, for all his super speed, was taken aback, and wasn't quick enough to hide himself from view.
Lana put down the book she was reading and smiled. * Clark really is sweet.*
Her mind drifted, and she began to think about how strong he was, his biceps, broad shoulders. She looked back for him now, but he was gone. *oh well* She thought ruefully.
A half hour passed, and she had spotted him pounding in fence posts, and decided, once again, to put down her book.
She watched his muscles move as he hammered in stakes, and she wondered what it would be like to be held in those arms. *Where did that come from??*
She shook the stray thought from her mind, and continued to gaze leisurely at his well toned form, thinking about how flannel really couldn't cover up his killer body.
It was a hot day, and Lana sipped her lemonade. * She was right. Whitney and I aren't going out anymore. I should move on. I shouldn't have unleashed my anger at her anyways. She really didn't do anything, but she was mean.* She pondered the previous day, not really paying attention to much of anything, until Clark began to strip off his sweat soaked flannel shirt.
Lana's eyes widened in awe. The white undershirt was soaked through with perspiration, and clung to his well toned physique like a second skin. She could make out his hardened pecs and wash board abs from her porch.
*God, Clark Kent, where have you been hiding?* Lana thought, taking a long slow sip of her lemonade, watching his every move, his every gesture. She couldn't tear her eyes away, even if she'd have wanted too.
He was wiping off his brow, and Lana licked her suddenly dry lips. He pulled his under-shirt over his head, and Lana's mouth dropped.
*That's it Clark, take it off…* She thought, smiling seductively at the little striptease she was watching.
She imagined Clark turning to see her watching him. She imagined him walking over in nothing but those blue jeans, his body glistening with sweat, those intense blue eyes gazing at her with the want she had seen so many times. She imagined him coming onto the porch, leaning on the pillar.
He would reach for the glass of lemonade she was holding, and enticingly bring it to his full lips.
He'd take her hand, pull her up, and run his strong hands through her hair, and lightly brush her shoulders. One hand would caress her cheek, while the other travelled over her side and rested on the small of her back. He'd pull her close to where they were barely touching, letting his hands drift all over her, her hips, her stomach, her breasts.
His breath was intoxicating, sending shivers through her with the lightest touch. He would pull back her hair, she imagined, and softly kiss along he collar bone and up her slender neck, she could hear him huskily whisper her name.
"Lana,"
"Hey, Lana?" She was pulled back into reality, and saw him standing before her just as she imagined, droplets of sweat beading down his well formed chest, and she gulped. * Well, whoever said dreams don't come true?*
Clark watched Lana stare at him appreciatively, and he could feel the heat rise in his cheeks, as well as…other places…
"Whoa," She mumbled. Clark blushed, and looked around for the shirt he so carelessly threw on the ground.
"Oh. Oh, umm…" he started, embarrassed. But Lana did nothing to divert her eyes, and he realized, this might not be a bad thing.
"So you uh, know Whitney is after your, ahem, friend?" Lana insinuated. Clark's face grew hard. Yeah he knew. Did he like it? Of course not. * If she's thinking what I think she is…* He let the thought trail on, as Lana kept speaking…
"I was thinking, that, uh, you know, maybe we could, umm, I don't know, uh, take back that rain check for watching the sunset in your loft," she asked, stumbling her words when she looked into his intense blue eyes.
They were staring intensely at her now. They seemed to be looking right through her, and she felt a shiver encompass her whole body. She had the urge to pull him to her, meld his body to hers in the most profane way possible.
She had done it with Whitney, but it was at his insistence that they take the relationship further, and in truth, she got no enjoyment from the experience. She would find herself telling him that she was having her period or that she had a headache, just so that she didn't have to be with him that way. But it took only a few drinks until the first time he hit her, and then they had both decided it was better if they had ended it, at least for a little while. She was fine with it being broken off. They were still talking, and they were almost reconciled until Nicole came and tore them apart. Now that Lana thought about it, if it wasn't for her, she might never have seen Clark this way, someone who wouldn't push her into anything, someone that would keep her safe, and someone that she wanted, in the worst way.
"Lana," He said huskily, looking deep into her eyes, "I, I never thought-"
"Things change Clark. People change. Don't say no," She pleaded, her own voice growing husky with the passion inside her.
He just nodded. She stood up, and running her hand softly over his glistening chest, as he sucked in a breath sharply, whispered in his ear, "I'll see you at sunset,"
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By the way, Clark/ Lana and Chloe/ Lex scenes are on the way! Chloe/ Lex may be in the next chapter, not sure right now, but lots of C/L for all you C/L people. Gad! I don't know why I give in!
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"No Larry, I said three shipments to metropo-"Lex paused for a second, grabbing Nicole's arm as she walked by, "-lis, I'll call you back Larry," he switched his cell off and turned to face his petit cousin.
"Nicole, I heard from some very good sources of mine that you had an, an …unpleasant… run in with Miss Lang. You do know that the main objective is to get her to fall for Clark and not to get so pissed off at his friend's cousin that she ultimately hates him forever, right?" Nicole flopped oh-so gracefully into the big armchair by the fire.
"Don't worry Lex, it's all going according to the plan," She stated, opening a bag of Hershey's kisses.
Lex sat in the seat opposite her, and with a little smirk and a raised eyebrow said,
"And which plan would this be?"
"Mine, of course."
"You know absolutely nothing about-"Lex started,
She cut him off, "You know Lex; you really need to get a girlfriend. You know nothing about women at all."
"I do too!" He stated defensively.
"I know! I've been thinking this for the longest time, I mean all you do is work, no dates no nothing. I mean, even though your bald you're not unattractive, actually, on the contrary, I've heard that it gives you an edge, most eligible bachelor and all. I know a lot of people in this town have a bald fetish, and I know that-"
"Not I know I need a date, I know things about girls!"
Nicole just nodded.
"Really…"
"Yes really!"
"Fine. What's your type?" Nicole was reeling him in, hook line and sinker. She could drag information out of anyone, and she thought, why not put it to good use? She wanted to help Chloe. She genuinely liked the curious reporter, and since she was already over her head in the match maker department, why not just keep on truckin'?
"Blonde. Petit with a nice smile…" She saw his slate grey eyes look at something distant and far away, and she wondered what he could be seeing. Or who…
Lex was seeing the way a certain blond reporter's face lit up with her thousand-watt smile. How her neck curved so gracefully. He smiled, thinking about her spunkiness, and he realized, she was the type of woman that no Victoria or Lana could ever touch. She was life, packed into a little five foot four inch frame. He saw her look at him with that enigmatic, inquisitive face, and he knew that she was a mystery he wanted to figure out. If only she wasn't sixteen! Oh how many times had he gone over his if only's?
He had thought it best to stay away from her, her intriguing mind, her beautiful face. He knew that if he got too close to her, he would be drawn in, like a moth to flame, and not be able to pull away. It had worked too. That is, until the accident. He had sat by her bedside at night, when no one was around, so nothing would get published in the tabloids. He held her hand, so afraid that it would grow cold, and he'd never see that smile, those bright eyes. He would never see the look in her eyes when she was determined, and he knew he couldn't have bore it if it happened.
By the grace of god, she was saved, she was alright. And he knew, he could never tell her how he felt anymore. He would whisper it to her as she lay sleeping in the hospital, with tears glistening on his cheeks.
He shook himself out of his reverie. Chloe was the woman he loved, but he could never have her. It was fated that way, and he knew it could never be.
"Why do you want to know anyways?" He questioned, Nicole shrugged.
"No reason. I just thought we were bonding,"
"Yeah," Lex responded with a little chuckle.
…Meanwhile, in Clark's fortress of solitude…
Lana looked up casually from her porch, and Clark, for all his super speed, was taken aback, and wasn't quick enough to hide himself from view.
Lana put down the book she was reading and smiled. * Clark really is sweet.*
Her mind drifted, and she began to think about how strong he was, his biceps, broad shoulders. She looked back for him now, but he was gone. *oh well* She thought ruefully.
A half hour passed, and she had spotted him pounding in fence posts, and decided, once again, to put down her book.
She watched his muscles move as he hammered in stakes, and she wondered what it would be like to be held in those arms. *Where did that come from??*
She shook the stray thought from her mind, and continued to gaze leisurely at his well toned form, thinking about how flannel really couldn't cover up his killer body.
It was a hot day, and Lana sipped her lemonade. * She was right. Whitney and I aren't going out anymore. I should move on. I shouldn't have unleashed my anger at her anyways. She really didn't do anything, but she was mean.* She pondered the previous day, not really paying attention to much of anything, until Clark began to strip off his sweat soaked flannel shirt.
Lana's eyes widened in awe. The white undershirt was soaked through with perspiration, and clung to his well toned physique like a second skin. She could make out his hardened pecs and wash board abs from her porch.
*God, Clark Kent, where have you been hiding?* Lana thought, taking a long slow sip of her lemonade, watching his every move, his every gesture. She couldn't tear her eyes away, even if she'd have wanted too.
He was wiping off his brow, and Lana licked her suddenly dry lips. He pulled his under-shirt over his head, and Lana's mouth dropped.
*That's it Clark, take it off…* She thought, smiling seductively at the little striptease she was watching.
She imagined Clark turning to see her watching him. She imagined him walking over in nothing but those blue jeans, his body glistening with sweat, those intense blue eyes gazing at her with the want she had seen so many times. She imagined him coming onto the porch, leaning on the pillar.
He would reach for the glass of lemonade she was holding, and enticingly bring it to his full lips.
He'd take her hand, pull her up, and run his strong hands through her hair, and lightly brush her shoulders. One hand would caress her cheek, while the other travelled over her side and rested on the small of her back. He'd pull her close to where they were barely touching, letting his hands drift all over her, her hips, her stomach, her breasts.
His breath was intoxicating, sending shivers through her with the lightest touch. He would pull back her hair, she imagined, and softly kiss along he collar bone and up her slender neck, she could hear him huskily whisper her name.
"Lana,"
"Hey, Lana?" She was pulled back into reality, and saw him standing before her just as she imagined, droplets of sweat beading down his well formed chest, and she gulped. * Well, whoever said dreams don't come true?*
Clark watched Lana stare at him appreciatively, and he could feel the heat rise in his cheeks, as well as…other places…
"Whoa," She mumbled. Clark blushed, and looked around for the shirt he so carelessly threw on the ground.
"Oh. Oh, umm…" he started, embarrassed. But Lana did nothing to divert her eyes, and he realized, this might not be a bad thing.
"So you uh, know Whitney is after your, ahem, friend?" Lana insinuated. Clark's face grew hard. Yeah he knew. Did he like it? Of course not. * If she's thinking what I think she is…* He let the thought trail on, as Lana kept speaking…
"I was thinking, that, uh, you know, maybe we could, umm, I don't know, uh, take back that rain check for watching the sunset in your loft," she asked, stumbling her words when she looked into his intense blue eyes.
They were staring intensely at her now. They seemed to be looking right through her, and she felt a shiver encompass her whole body. She had the urge to pull him to her, meld his body to hers in the most profane way possible.
She had done it with Whitney, but it was at his insistence that they take the relationship further, and in truth, she got no enjoyment from the experience. She would find herself telling him that she was having her period or that she had a headache, just so that she didn't have to be with him that way. But it took only a few drinks until the first time he hit her, and then they had both decided it was better if they had ended it, at least for a little while. She was fine with it being broken off. They were still talking, and they were almost reconciled until Nicole came and tore them apart. Now that Lana thought about it, if it wasn't for her, she might never have seen Clark this way, someone who wouldn't push her into anything, someone that would keep her safe, and someone that she wanted, in the worst way.
"Lana," He said huskily, looking deep into her eyes, "I, I never thought-"
"Things change Clark. People change. Don't say no," She pleaded, her own voice growing husky with the passion inside her.
He just nodded. She stood up, and running her hand softly over his glistening chest, as he sucked in a breath sharply, whispered in his ear, "I'll see you at sunset,"