A/N: Haha! I have written it! For all you who think Lana should
die,(including moi) well, I don't quite know how to work it, though I am
promising a major problem with her later.
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it's a bit long winded, though it does all lead up to something, which is why it's all there! It has something to do with a certain petit brunette who we all know and love (Nicole) and ???? (I know you all are staring at the screen screaming 'tell me!' but I wont! You'll just have to read and review.)
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A/N: BIG THING HERE FOLKS! I'M BORDERING ON TURNING THIS INTO
NC-17. IF YOU WANT IT THAT WAY, REVIEW! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!
"It's so beautiful." Lana whispered in awe as she stared at the sunset unfolding before her.
Clark didn't miss a beat. He took her hand in his, and whispered into her ear, "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen,"
Lana smiled slyly, reaching up and pulling him down to her. They embraced, slowly sinking into each other. But for Clark, there were no fire works, he wasn't feeling head over heels, jump over the moon, out of the park consumed by the kiss. It was a great kiss, but it just wasn't *it*.
"Clark!" Nicole interrupted, vaulting up the stairs two at a time. She had no idea about what was occurring in the loft.
Lana pulled away, angry, "That selfish little hussy!" She muttered, grabbing Clark and pulling him close until they could barely breathe. She had gotten to the very last button when he pulled away.
"Lana, what are you doing?" He asked. For some reason, all of his fantasies and dreams of Lana faded to dust at the very thought of a certain other girl in the close vicinity. Even finally having her in his arms and saying his name paled in comparison. He didn't know why. He'd dreamed of this for so long, but it just wasn't right.
"What am I doing? Taking off your shirt that's what!"
"Clark! Clark! It's about Chloe and Lex and Oh…oh my…" Nicole stopped abruptly in mid stride, staring at Clark's taut abdomen, and felt her knees buckle. She grappled for the railing to keep from falling. Then, as an after thought looked to Lana, who had her arms wrapped possessively about his waist, as if to say, he's-mine-bitch.
"Clark is busy. Why don't you go find Whitney and get him. Oh, wait, you already have," Lana lashed. Clark looked down at the figure about his waist, confusion gripping his normally serene face.
"What are you getting mad at?" Clark asked, unsuspecting of her motives to use him against Whitney and his new fling.
"She's already taken *my* Whitney, now she's going after you too! Don't you see Clark? This whole Lex/ Chloe thing is just a ploy to take you away from me! She's taking everything that's mine!" She cried.
"You give yourself *way* too much credit." Nicole stated, hands on her hips, glaring with disdain.
"Since you're such an expert on motives, Miss Lana Lang, Pom-Pom bimbo extraordinaire, why are you here in the arms of an inexperienced farm boy when you know you could get any man with the snap of your fingers?"
Lana quieted for a moment, glaring rapiers at the bitingly honest Nicole.
"What I'm doing here has nothing to do with you, so why don't you go play your teen angst act somewhere else?"
It was a pot shot. Lana knew it. Clark looked at Nicole, and, he decided he liked it.
She had five earrings in her left ear, two in her right, and a fake green nose ring in her nose. Her hair was braided into tight corn rows, and she wore her head scarf. It was black and brought out her eyes, he noticed. The black tank top she wore was embroidered with a silver pentacle, and she wore tight black low rise pants, showing off her killer abs.
She looked, well, dangerous, but he was drawn. He couldn't take his eyes from her sumptuous figure.
"Lana, I have to go. Maybe some other time." Clark stated off hand.
Lana watched him go, ready to throw a fit.
They hopped into the yellow Jag Nicole had *borrowed*. "What's up?" He asked.
"Nothing, I just wanted you for myself." Nicole said poker face on. Clark's eyes seemed to brighten and a small blush rose on his cheeks.
"No! No it was a joke! I was being sarcastic! The whole Lana, 'it's all a ploy' thing!" Clark's face visibly dropped, and Nicole decided jokes like that around guys like him were better left unsaid. She jumped right ahead into the problem at hand.
"Believe it or not Clark, we have two star-crossed lovers on our hands,"
Clark stared blankly for a moment, and then it dawned. "Lex and Chloe?"
"Lex and Chloe my two best friends as, erm, *lovers*? How do you know?"
"I have my sources. And it's obvious as hell,"
He turned to face her, shirt still unbuttoned. Nicole suddenly found herself liking flannel. The way it brushed against his oh-so-firm chest and… NO! nonono! Not Clark! She turned away and gulped. It wasn't her place to corrupt such an innocent as Clark Kent. She silently cursed that whore of a Lana Lang for almost doing so.
"Trust me. Side long glances, staring off into no where at the mention of their name, getting this totally goofy look on their faces and sighing imperceptibly are all signs of love. Saying bald is sexy and making fun of my virgin ears-"
"You're a virgin?" He questioned
"Why does everyone keep on asking me that? *Of course* I'm a virgin! I thought we had already established that fact?"
Clark nodded. He just couldn't picture it. Probably because he was fantasizing her doing ungodly things to him that no virgin would ever know how to do…
"Anyways, I have a plan…"
…Later on That Night…
"Thanks so much for inviting me over Nicole," Chloe said for the hundredth time, "you have no idea how long it's been since I've had a sleep over."
*or seen your man* Nicole thought. "No problem! I'm just glad I finally get to have one in this huge house! Half the time, the only person I see around here is Lex, and he just walks around in his PJ bottoms, you have no idea how laid back he actually is," Nicole had planted that little snippet of information just to see Chloe's response. Her eyes grew wide, and her cheeks started to darken into a reddish blush.
As if on cue, Lex himself opened the door, wearing nothing but his PJ bottoms. Chloe looked him up and down appraisingly. His chest was muscular and taut, the hard outline of his abdomen stood out so much she could barely stand it. The PJ bottoms, to someone with such an avid imagination as Chloe, left next to nothing that needed to be guessed at. She looked up from his excruciatingly sexy chest to his face. Gone was the sneer and the sarcastic half smile, his slate grey eyes seemed to cloud and grow dark at the very sight of her, and she remembered when she was in her Coma.
She had heard things outside of it, usually small little detached phrases here and there, but his voice always stood out. It was pain shattered and vulnerable, and she had wished only to be able to hold him, and caress him, and care for him the way he cared for her. He came every night, whispering sweet nothings and fairytales of what their future together would be like, telling her what he loved so much about her, and to her surprise, it was all the things she hated about herself. She had found a kindred spirit so near death, and that had pulled her back to life more than any drug or the morphine could do. She fell in love with this man, this man of every face.
She looked at him wondering how one man could be so vulnerable, and untouchable all at the same time. She had never said a word to anyone about what had happened at the hospital. She doubted if they would believe, and she knew the implications. She had tried so hard to stay away from him, not to cause this, this all *too human* man so much pain. But it hurt her to be away from him, and it hurt him to be away from her.
He stared longingly at the blond, sitting cross-legged on the bed. No negligee for her. Just an old T-shirt and a pair of plaid boxers. It was one of the things he loved about her. She had a way of being so, so…Ahh…he couldn't think of the word, but he knew it was the one thing essential to her, it made her who she was and he couldn't deny it.
He looked at her on the bed. God she was beautiful. He would have to make this brief or she'd know he was happy to see her, from more than just the casual greeting.
Nicole took this as her cue to leave, and stood and stretched, excusing herself to use the adjoining bathroom. It was lucky for her Lex was such a workaholic; he had a phone in nearly every room in the house. She quietly dialled up the number and told Clark to pin it as fast as he could to Luthor manor, and did he have the clothes she'd given him in there too?
…Back to Lex and Chloe…
"Lex, Hi," Chloe stated awkwardly. There was a pregnant pause, and all was still, except the beating of their hearts.
"Chloe, how are you?" He asked with genuine concern. She shrugged.
"Still on pain killers, but-"She could see him recoil in pain, and she knew he was thinking that it happened because of his carelessness. "Lex, it's not because of you, you've got to know that. Oh, Lex," Chloe murmured, standing up in front of him. He could smell the shampoo on her hair, and her fresh clean scent, and he resisted the urge to run his fingers through her golden hair. "Lex, there's something I've got to tell you. In the hospital…God, your going to think I'm crazy-"
"I promise you I won't," He reassured huskily,
"Well, in the Coma, I could hear things. Things that were going on around me, snatches of this and that, but…what I remember most is…is what you would say to me…" Lex drew in a sharp breath. She knew! She knew! Did she feel the same? He searched her eyes for some answer. He could see the tenderness in them, and the pain.
"I know it sounds stupid," She said, reaching for his hand. "But I think I fell in Love with you. I think you saved me from dying, Lex. I just want to know. Did I hear right?" She looked at him pleadingly, she was shaking he noticed. She was afraid, afraid of his answer, afraid that he didn't love her.
"Oh Chloe…"
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it's a bit long winded, though it does all lead up to something, which is why it's all there! It has something to do with a certain petit brunette who we all know and love (Nicole) and ???? (I know you all are staring at the screen screaming 'tell me!' but I wont! You'll just have to read and review.)
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A/N: BIG THING HERE FOLKS! I'M BORDERING ON TURNING THIS INTO
NC-17. IF YOU WANT IT THAT WAY, REVIEW! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!
"It's so beautiful." Lana whispered in awe as she stared at the sunset unfolding before her.
Clark didn't miss a beat. He took her hand in his, and whispered into her ear, "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen,"
Lana smiled slyly, reaching up and pulling him down to her. They embraced, slowly sinking into each other. But for Clark, there were no fire works, he wasn't feeling head over heels, jump over the moon, out of the park consumed by the kiss. It was a great kiss, but it just wasn't *it*.
"Clark!" Nicole interrupted, vaulting up the stairs two at a time. She had no idea about what was occurring in the loft.
Lana pulled away, angry, "That selfish little hussy!" She muttered, grabbing Clark and pulling him close until they could barely breathe. She had gotten to the very last button when he pulled away.
"Lana, what are you doing?" He asked. For some reason, all of his fantasies and dreams of Lana faded to dust at the very thought of a certain other girl in the close vicinity. Even finally having her in his arms and saying his name paled in comparison. He didn't know why. He'd dreamed of this for so long, but it just wasn't right.
"What am I doing? Taking off your shirt that's what!"
"Clark! Clark! It's about Chloe and Lex and Oh…oh my…" Nicole stopped abruptly in mid stride, staring at Clark's taut abdomen, and felt her knees buckle. She grappled for the railing to keep from falling. Then, as an after thought looked to Lana, who had her arms wrapped possessively about his waist, as if to say, he's-mine-bitch.
"Clark is busy. Why don't you go find Whitney and get him. Oh, wait, you already have," Lana lashed. Clark looked down at the figure about his waist, confusion gripping his normally serene face.
"What are you getting mad at?" Clark asked, unsuspecting of her motives to use him against Whitney and his new fling.
"She's already taken *my* Whitney, now she's going after you too! Don't you see Clark? This whole Lex/ Chloe thing is just a ploy to take you away from me! She's taking everything that's mine!" She cried.
"You give yourself *way* too much credit." Nicole stated, hands on her hips, glaring with disdain.
"Since you're such an expert on motives, Miss Lana Lang, Pom-Pom bimbo extraordinaire, why are you here in the arms of an inexperienced farm boy when you know you could get any man with the snap of your fingers?"
Lana quieted for a moment, glaring rapiers at the bitingly honest Nicole.
"What I'm doing here has nothing to do with you, so why don't you go play your teen angst act somewhere else?"
It was a pot shot. Lana knew it. Clark looked at Nicole, and, he decided he liked it.
She had five earrings in her left ear, two in her right, and a fake green nose ring in her nose. Her hair was braided into tight corn rows, and she wore her head scarf. It was black and brought out her eyes, he noticed. The black tank top she wore was embroidered with a silver pentacle, and she wore tight black low rise pants, showing off her killer abs.
She looked, well, dangerous, but he was drawn. He couldn't take his eyes from her sumptuous figure.
"Lana, I have to go. Maybe some other time." Clark stated off hand.
Lana watched him go, ready to throw a fit.
They hopped into the yellow Jag Nicole had *borrowed*. "What's up?" He asked.
"Nothing, I just wanted you for myself." Nicole said poker face on. Clark's eyes seemed to brighten and a small blush rose on his cheeks.
"No! No it was a joke! I was being sarcastic! The whole Lana, 'it's all a ploy' thing!" Clark's face visibly dropped, and Nicole decided jokes like that around guys like him were better left unsaid. She jumped right ahead into the problem at hand.
"Believe it or not Clark, we have two star-crossed lovers on our hands,"
Clark stared blankly for a moment, and then it dawned. "Lex and Chloe?"
"Lex and Chloe my two best friends as, erm, *lovers*? How do you know?"
"I have my sources. And it's obvious as hell,"
He turned to face her, shirt still unbuttoned. Nicole suddenly found herself liking flannel. The way it brushed against his oh-so-firm chest and… NO! nonono! Not Clark! She turned away and gulped. It wasn't her place to corrupt such an innocent as Clark Kent. She silently cursed that whore of a Lana Lang for almost doing so.
"Trust me. Side long glances, staring off into no where at the mention of their name, getting this totally goofy look on their faces and sighing imperceptibly are all signs of love. Saying bald is sexy and making fun of my virgin ears-"
"You're a virgin?" He questioned
"Why does everyone keep on asking me that? *Of course* I'm a virgin! I thought we had already established that fact?"
Clark nodded. He just couldn't picture it. Probably because he was fantasizing her doing ungodly things to him that no virgin would ever know how to do…
"Anyways, I have a plan…"
…Later on That Night…
"Thanks so much for inviting me over Nicole," Chloe said for the hundredth time, "you have no idea how long it's been since I've had a sleep over."
*or seen your man* Nicole thought. "No problem! I'm just glad I finally get to have one in this huge house! Half the time, the only person I see around here is Lex, and he just walks around in his PJ bottoms, you have no idea how laid back he actually is," Nicole had planted that little snippet of information just to see Chloe's response. Her eyes grew wide, and her cheeks started to darken into a reddish blush.
As if on cue, Lex himself opened the door, wearing nothing but his PJ bottoms. Chloe looked him up and down appraisingly. His chest was muscular and taut, the hard outline of his abdomen stood out so much she could barely stand it. The PJ bottoms, to someone with such an avid imagination as Chloe, left next to nothing that needed to be guessed at. She looked up from his excruciatingly sexy chest to his face. Gone was the sneer and the sarcastic half smile, his slate grey eyes seemed to cloud and grow dark at the very sight of her, and she remembered when she was in her Coma.
She had heard things outside of it, usually small little detached phrases here and there, but his voice always stood out. It was pain shattered and vulnerable, and she had wished only to be able to hold him, and caress him, and care for him the way he cared for her. He came every night, whispering sweet nothings and fairytales of what their future together would be like, telling her what he loved so much about her, and to her surprise, it was all the things she hated about herself. She had found a kindred spirit so near death, and that had pulled her back to life more than any drug or the morphine could do. She fell in love with this man, this man of every face.
She looked at him wondering how one man could be so vulnerable, and untouchable all at the same time. She had never said a word to anyone about what had happened at the hospital. She doubted if they would believe, and she knew the implications. She had tried so hard to stay away from him, not to cause this, this all *too human* man so much pain. But it hurt her to be away from him, and it hurt him to be away from her.
He stared longingly at the blond, sitting cross-legged on the bed. No negligee for her. Just an old T-shirt and a pair of plaid boxers. It was one of the things he loved about her. She had a way of being so, so…Ahh…he couldn't think of the word, but he knew it was the one thing essential to her, it made her who she was and he couldn't deny it.
He looked at her on the bed. God she was beautiful. He would have to make this brief or she'd know he was happy to see her, from more than just the casual greeting.
Nicole took this as her cue to leave, and stood and stretched, excusing herself to use the adjoining bathroom. It was lucky for her Lex was such a workaholic; he had a phone in nearly every room in the house. She quietly dialled up the number and told Clark to pin it as fast as he could to Luthor manor, and did he have the clothes she'd given him in there too?
…Back to Lex and Chloe…
"Lex, Hi," Chloe stated awkwardly. There was a pregnant pause, and all was still, except the beating of their hearts.
"Chloe, how are you?" He asked with genuine concern. She shrugged.
"Still on pain killers, but-"She could see him recoil in pain, and she knew he was thinking that it happened because of his carelessness. "Lex, it's not because of you, you've got to know that. Oh, Lex," Chloe murmured, standing up in front of him. He could smell the shampoo on her hair, and her fresh clean scent, and he resisted the urge to run his fingers through her golden hair. "Lex, there's something I've got to tell you. In the hospital…God, your going to think I'm crazy-"
"I promise you I won't," He reassured huskily,
"Well, in the Coma, I could hear things. Things that were going on around me, snatches of this and that, but…what I remember most is…is what you would say to me…" Lex drew in a sharp breath. She knew! She knew! Did she feel the same? He searched her eyes for some answer. He could see the tenderness in them, and the pain.
"I know it sounds stupid," She said, reaching for his hand. "But I think I fell in Love with you. I think you saved me from dying, Lex. I just want to know. Did I hear right?" She looked at him pleadingly, she was shaking he noticed. She was afraid, afraid of his answer, afraid that he didn't love her.
"Oh Chloe…"