Notes: This part is back to the Chlarky goodness. They're being naughty. You've been warned.

Also, I know in the real world we have Icky things to deal with, but this is fic. Just a heads-up. You won't see morning breath or the need to pee while in the middle of making out and Chloe's not going to be getting her period at a point when Clark wants to make out. That's why this is fanfic and not real life. Other than that, I tried to keep it realistic. Follows directly after the last part.

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Clark was wide-awake. He had been lying in the room Lex had assigned him to for about an hour and apparently, sleep was not coming anytime soon. He rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling in the darkness. More than anything, he wanted to get up and do something. Something like sneaking into Chloe's room to see if she was awake. With everything that had happened between them tonight, Clark had a feeling she wouldn't mind too much if he did pay her a visit. Maybe then he could fall asleep. Just a few more kisses, maybe some touching…he groaned, swinging his legs to the side of the bed and sitting up. This wasn't, perhaps, the best idea he'd ever had, but he was awake and he was...horny.

God that sounded awful. He was sneaking into his best friend's room because he was horny. He didn't know what exactly he expected her to do about that, but he figured it couldn't hurt to see. After all, she had to be a little bit excited by what had taken place earlier that evening, right? There was no way she could have been writhing around on his lap, having him kiss and touch her, and not be affected. Clark thought back to that old joke "What's the difference between light and hard? You can sleep with a light on." It was certainly apropos to his situation. Standing quickly, he walked to the door, checked to make sure it was clear, and then slipped off to the room Chloe was in.

He opened the door as quietly as possible, just far enough for his body to ease through, and closed it just as gently. He padded across the room to the bed. Chloe was lying on her side facing away from him. The bed sheets were thrown carelessly across her hips, partially covering one leg. Lex's sleep shirt, which she was still wearing, had ridden up and Clark had a clear view of the curve of her backside and long smooth leg. Lifting the sheet, he pulled it over the lower half of her body and slid into bed beside her. She shifted into him as he pulled her body back into his, pressing his length against her back. He heard her moan softly as she wriggled against him, situating their bodies together like spoons in a drawer.

Clark's hand came to rest against her lower stomach, rubbing slow circles there as he placed kisses on the back of her neck. She tilted her head forward a bit and made a noise that sounded like...a snore? Lifting himself up onto his elbow, Clark looked down into her face and saw that her eyes were closed. 


"Chloe?" he asked gently, almost a whisper in her ear as his lips lightly touched the lobe. He didn't get a response. "Chloe," this time he said it a bit louder, his hand rubbed over her hip as he continued to place kisses on the side of her neck. His hand slid up her hip and ran into the side of her white cotton panties, making Clark groan.

"Chlo, are you awake?" he asked again, rubbing his face against her hair, his hand sneaking under her shirt as it glided back to her stomach. The skin there was so warm and soft.

"God, Chloe, please be awake?" he didn't mean it as a question, but he realized that if she wasn't awake, then he was just some horny, perverted kid feeling up his best friend while she slept. When he got no response, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Removing his hand from under her shirt, he rested it against her stomach. Burying his face in her hair, he inhaled her scent deeply and willed himself to go to sleep. Maybe this was enough. Just being here, having her warm body pressed up against him.


She made another little sound in the back of her throat, her good hand covering his where it lay on her stomach and pulling him closer. He sighed, settling in for the night. This would have to be enough. He wasn't going to wake her from a peaceful sleep just to fulfill his more base urges. He was content knowing that he would wake up tomorrow morning with her in his arms.

***

Clark woke to the feel of sun of his face, something warm across his body, and an itchy nose. Lifting his hand to scratch his nose, he realized that the itch was coming from Chloe's hair, the warmth from her body stretched on top of him. Apparently they had shifted while sleeping. Her arm was wrapped around his waist, her leg thrown over his and her head resting on his shoulder. If he tilted his head slightly, he could see her face, peaceful and relaxed in sleep. The sun caught her golden hair, giving her the appearance of a halo. Chloe was beautiful in her sleep.

She had one strand of hair falling across her eyes and Clark couldn't help himself as he reached out to smooth it away. In her sleep, all of Chloe's features relaxed. Her long eyelashes brushed against her cheeks, which were slightly flushed from sleep. She looked peaceful.

Not that she wasn't always beautiful; this was just a different kind of beauty.  Chloe was normally pretty in that very fun-loving, wise-cracking, bundle of energy way. Except for right now.

And, of course, last night.

Wow. Last night Chloe had danced around seductively, half-naked for him. Well, for him and Lex, but honestly, by the end of the dance, he had pretty much forgotten Lex was even there. Last night, Chloe wasn't just beautiful; she was hot. Hot and sexy and enticing in a way that he probably shouldn't be thinking about with her scantily clad body draped over him.

Geez, they had been really drunk last night. They had done some stupid things. Clark had kissed Chloe in front of Lex. Heck, he had kissed Lex! And they had watched that video with the thrusting and nudity and that woman just…inhaling that guy's…with her lips and her hand working up and down… then that thing with her tongue…Wow.

Deep breaths, Clark. Deep, calming breaths.

He had actually watched that with Lex and Chloe. He had been secretly wondering if he would ever be doing anything like that with her. How long would it take in their little exploration before they got to anything like that? Dang, he really shouldn't be thinking about this kind of stuff with a warm, soft body draped over him.

When did he become so preoccupied with sex? Was it just a combination of the previous night's activities and the way he woke up this morning ganging up against him and turning him into a typically horny teenaged boy?

Chloe shifted on top of him, dragging her leg against his crotch as she did. Okay, maybe it was just the fact that he currently had sex on the brain and a lithe, young body pressed against him. His brain began shouting that maybe instead of analyzing all of this, he should act on it.

Before he could decide if that was a wise course of action, his brain took control of his body, making the decision for him. His right hand began stroking up and down her back, while his left reached down to the thigh on his lap, resting lightly on it.

Chloe's hand slid along his chest, her cheek rubbing against him as she murmured "Clark," happily. Clark smiled and lifted his head to place a kiss on top of her forehead. Her body stiffened infinitesimally, but it was enough for Clark to feel it.

"Clark?" This time her voice sounded more confused than anything else.

"Good morning," he replied softly, his hand still gliding up and down her back in long even strokes.

"Umm…morning," she replied, still somewhat confused and sleepy. They were both silent for a moment before Chloe cleared her throat to ask, "Did I fall asleep with you in my bed? Because I don't remember that."

Clark chuckled, shifting a bit so he could better see her face. "Well, you were pretty drunk last night…" he teased.

"Oh my God, Clark! What did we do?" she asked, her hand going up to cover her mouth in shock.

"You really don't remember?" he asked, hoping his expression of false hurt was believable.

She just shook her head, her eyes as big as dinner plates as she looked at him in something close to horror.

"Oh," he said in the smallest voice he could manage, pausing so as not to laugh. "I thought it was…well, I thought last night was something special and not only can't you remember, but you look horrified."

"I'm not horrified. If anything I'm horrified I can't remember. I'm…I'm sure that whatever we did…together…was something that I would like to have…well."

Though it was cute to watch her stutter, Clark couldn't hold in his laughter any longer. He began to snicker uncontrollably and Chloe instantly knew something was up.

"Nothing happened last night, did it?" she accused with a poke to his chest.

He controlled himself long enough to respond with, "Well, you did that half naked dance in front of Lex."

"I still can't believe I did that," she responded, a blush creeping up into her cheeks. However she was determined to get her answer. "I was referring to anything that may have happened in this room."

"Nothing happened in here, Chloe," he reassured. "Though I would like to remind you that you told Lex you think about his head rubbing all over your body." He couldn't help but remind her of some of the truths she'd revealed last night. What are friends for if not to tease you mercilessly about your transgressions?

"And you had your tongue shoved down his throat," she replied, even as a blush spread across her cheeks.  Evidently Chloe believed that it was a friend's job to tease as well. "Not that I mind," she began on a new thought process, "but why are you in my bed?"

"Oh!" Well now, what was he going to say to that? I was turned on and hoping you were awake? Somehow he didn't think that would cut it. "Well…I was awake and…"

"Aroused?"

And the blood rushing to his face must have visibly deepened his blush because suddenly Chloe smiled slyly at him.

"That's it isn't it? You just couldn't keep yourself away from my sexy body, could you?" she teased as Clark tried to hide his uncomfortable smile. "Admit it, Clark. Just couldn't stay away from the wonder that is me."

He carefully thought over his options and chose what seemed like the best one. Tilting up, he pressed his lips to hers. His tongue tickled the seam of her lips, sighing in pleasure as her lips parted beneath his. She tasted sweet and warm and amazing. Clark could kiss her like this for hours.  Chloe pulled away just a bit to place a brief kiss on his lips before moving to scatter kisses along his face. His eyes drifted closed as he allowed himself to enjoy the attention.

"Clark?" He felt the word more than heard it as her breath puffed over his cheek.

"Mmm?" was the only response he could formulate.

"You were going to tell me something." Her kisses had trailed down to his neck and she took a moment to suck deeply at the flesh right under his jaw.

"Hmm?" Honestly, with her kissing him like she was, he had no idea what she was talking about. He was surprised that he could respond as well as he had.

"Something about how wonderful I am." At that moment, her thigh rubbed slowly against his erection. He thought perhaps it was accidental until he realized that she was still using her thigh to stroke him carefully. Clark groaned as she nibbled the spot on his neck that she had been suckling.

"Clark?" When he didn't respond to her question, she pulled her lips away from him, her thigh stopping its' stimulating rhythm across his groin. His eyes popped open and he looked at her, confused.

"What…Why did you…?" he asked, trying to figure out what has caused her to stop the wonderful things she was doing.

"You were going to tell me something."

"Was I?" he reached over to pull her back to him, causing her to laugh as his lips covered hers once more.

"About how wonderful I am, I believe," she continued with a giggle and a playful kiss.

"Fantastic," he placed a kiss against her lips. "Extraordinary," the next kisses landed on each of her cheeks. "Amazing," his lips caught the soft skin of her neck, nibbling the tender flesh. "Unbelievable," and fortunately for his vocabulary, that was sufficient, because Chloe began to kiss him again with renewed vigor, her tongue seeking out his. Her hand stroked along his bare chest as his snuck to her backside, bringing their lower halves in closer contact.

Chloe pulled away from his mouth to once again scatter kisses along his neck before moving her way down to his chest. His hands buried in her hair as her lips latched onto a nipple, her hand playing along his abs. Smiling up at him, Chloe lifted her head slightly and flicked her tongue over the puckered nub then blew gently on the flesh.

"What were you hoping would happen when you snuck in here last night?" her hand moved lower, rubbing teasing circles over his hipbone.

"Uh…something like this, actually," he answered with a grin.

"Maybe even a little more?" her teeth bit down on his nipple as her hand skimmed over his boxer clad erection.

"Yesss," he hissed as her hand closed around him.

Her hand began to stroke up and down the length, fabric sliding along him as she did. Moving down from his nipples, she placed hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses down his chest. Her tongue slid over each of his abs as her hand continued its motion. 

Clark shifted into her grip. The motion caused the head of his penis to slip through the fly of his boxers. The shock of Chloe's hand on his bare flesh made Clark groan her name, and thrust up slightly into her hand. Her hand quickly pulled away and Clark was petrified that he had gone too far, or reacted too strongly to the sensations she created.

Just as he was about to apologize, he felt her hand tugging at the waistband of his boxers, easing them down his sides.  She was having difficulty getting the elastic over his erection. It made sense since she only had one hand to use and, to the best of Clark's knowledge, had never done this before.

"Clark?" she groaned in frustration, looking up at him with pleading eyes and her lip caught between her teeth. "Please?" she gave his boxers another tug so there was no question in his mind what she was asking for.

Reaching down, he tucked his thumbs under the fabric. Chloe sat up on the bed, giving him room to move while keeping her eyes locked on the movement of his hands. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for courage and then pulled the boxers away from his body, slipping them down to the top of his thighs.  It was the first time he had ever been naked, for the most part, in front of a woman. Keeping his eyes closed, he waited for Chloe's response.

And waited. And then waited some more.

Clark began to freak out just a bit when nothing happened. What if something were wrong? Maybe she hadn't wanted him to do what he did and now she was mortified or embarrassed or…Clark opened his eyes.

Chloe was staring in fascination at him. Her eyes were open so wide that she looked like a cartoon character, her jaw hanging open slightly before she quickly licked her lips. Of course seeing Chloe's tongue dart across her lips while she was gazing at his dick made Clark's brain jump forward about three steps and imagine her open mouth on him. He couldn't prevent the groan that escaped him at the thought.

Chloe turned to look at him sharply as he groaned. It seemed to jar her out of her stupor because the next thing he heard was her voice. "I…Sorry to sound cliché, Clark, but you're really…big," she said with quiet wonder lacing through her voice.

Really, was there even a guy in existence who didn't like hearing that? "I'm… proportionate. I mean, for my size," he replied, though he had a sneaking suspicion he was a bit on the large size. He hadn't really asked any of his friends to show him and compare.

"Yeah, but the rest of you is huge, too."

Huge was a nice word when talking about one's anatomy, Clark decided.  Her hand was slowly working its' way towards the anatomy in question, making Clark realize that perhaps the playful banter was helping to relax her a bit. It certainly was helping him.

"I guess you'd be the expert," he taunted sarcastically, "seeing as you have so much experience to compare…oh, God." He lost his ability to speak as her small hand wrapped around his naked flesh. She stroked him tentatively, just sliding the foreskin up and down lightly. It would almost tickle if it didn't feel so damn good. With each delicate stroke, Clark's muscles tensed just a bit more. He fought to keep his eyes open, watching Chloe's face as she watched her hand move on him.

She kept her hand moving in that same slow, delicate motion, her grip almost maddeningly gentle. When her fingers grazed over the head of his penis sending tingles shooting down his spine, Clark sat up quickly, pulling Chloe to him.  His lips locked over hers, tongue plunging into her mouth as he pulled her body against him. After a moment, he pulled away, leaned his head against hers, and breathed deeply. Then he scattered kisses over her face.

He moved steadily down her throat, unbuttoning her shirt as he placed kisses along her collarbone. His hands reached into her shirt, cupping her breasts, thumbs rubbing along the puckered flesh of her nipples.  Chloe's back arched into his touch, her shirt falling open as she reached up, putting her hands on his shoulders for balance.

This was the first time Clark had gotten to touch her bare breasts. The skin was so soft, but they felt heavy in his hands. He lifted them slightly, his forefinger and thumb squeezing the nipples just a bit. Chloe made some noise he had never heard before, though his brain was quick to classify it as a good sound. Looking down at the globes in his hands, Clark couldn't control his desire to take one of the dark pink buds into his mouth.

As he leaned forward, to bring his lips closer to his goal, he was reminded of his nudity. That reminder came to him as his naked dick slid across the skin of Chloe's inner thigh. They gasped in unison, each freezing in their movements. Their eyes locked, and for a moment Clark didn't know what to do. Had he gone too far? He hoped he didn't freak her out, but he really didn't want to stop what they were doing.

Fortunately, Chloe took matters into her own hands, quite literally. Reaching down, she once again wrapped her hand around Clark's erection. With her other arm, she pushed on his shoulder until he was lying back on the bed again. The hand on his erection remained still as she laid down beside him, leaning on her casted arm to look him in the eyes.

"Show me how to do this, Clark." Leaning over, she took his earlobe between her teeth whispering, "I want to make you feel good," in his ear as her hand stroked up the length of him.  Her grip remained light, still teasing unintentionally.

Turning his head so his lips could find hers, he kissed her soundly, and then moved his large hand down to cover hers. Tightening their grip, he started with one long, slow stroke from the base up to the tip, twisting slightly before going back down.  He kept their grip firm, but not tight, the strokes even and slow. She soon caught his rhythm. Her fingers grazed lightly over the head every couple of strokes, causing Clark to suck in a breath at the sensation.

Throughout Clark's demonstration, they continued to kiss, tongues meeting in delicate exploration. As soon as it seemed Chloe was comfortable without his guidance, his hand left hers, heading back up to her breast.  After a moment of reacquainting himself with their size and weight, his fingertips found her nipples, nails lightly scraping over them.

He must have caught Chloe by surprise because her grip tightened just as it reached the head of his penis causing him to gasp into her mouth.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked nervously, her hand stopping its' motion.

Clark thrust up towards her slightly, shaking his head in negation. "Don't stop, Chlo, please," and yes, his voice really did come out as desperate as he felt.

Apparently that was enough reassurance, because her hand quickly continued its' motion, her grip tensing slightly towards the head as her fingers trailed along the sensitive flesh. Clark squeezed his eyes shut, his head falling back into the pillow. Her hand felt different than his; smaller, softer, more tentative, but somehow more exciting.  The feel of her body pressed along his side, her breast rubbing his chest, her lips latched onto his throat, all added to the excitement, too.

His hips began to thrust up into her hand, speeding her rhythm up to join his as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. Chloe's lips had moved down his neck to his chest, lightly tonguing his nipples. Clark had one hand tangled in the sheets beside him. With his other, he reached over and interlaced his fingers with Chloe's where they were sticking out from her cast. His thumb began a rubbing motion along the edge of her cast, just under the lip of the plaster on the top of her palm.

She continued down his body with open mouthed kisses and occasional nips, her hand never stopping its' movement.  Soon, she was kissing the line of his hipbone and Clark forced his eyes to open so he could watch her. Their eyes met and she gave him a little smile, before nuzzling her cheek against his upper thigh, mouth open just enough to for him to feel the heat and warmth of her lips on him.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out, but he also was afraid to let go. He wasn't quite sure if Chloe realized just how good she was making him feel. "Chloe," he groaned her name, hoping she'd somehow understand what he was trying to say.

She simply gave him another one of those smiles before placing another kiss on his inner thigh, barely an inch away from his dick. Clark stopped breathing. Their gazes met, and slowly, never breaking eye contact, she lowered her mouth to the tip of his erection.

The kiss she placed there could have been described as chaste if it were anywhere else on his body. Her lips remained closed, with only the slightest suction.

It felt like flame engulfing him.

His breath came back in a gasp, his hips arching towards her. Pleasure blasted through his body like a freight train, running down his spine and directly to the place where her lips had just been. When he finally regained his senses, it was to realize that her lips were still placing those tender kisses along his shaft. Her lips were parted just enough for him to feel the tip of her tongue as she applied light suction with each press of her lips.

"Chloe, you have to…" he somehow couldn't bring himself to tell her to stop, though he thought should give her some kind of warning.  "God, Chlo, I'm gonna…" Please god let her understand what he was trying to say.

She lifted her head, but her hand continued. "I want to you to. I want to see it."

And then she lowered her parted lips to the head of his penis and his world shattered.

The second Clark felt her lips lift off of him, he let his control slip away, his climax sweeping through his body almost violently. Every muscle in his body tightened, his stomach clenching as his release poured from him.  He vaguely acknowledged that fact that Chloe's hand was still stroking him, only stopping as his body began to relax.

He had never felt anything quite as exhilarating as the feelings he had just experienced; not running through the fields for the first time so fast that the entire world became a blur, not lifting several tons of steel, nothing compared to this.

Some part of his brain registered the bed shifting beneath him, but he couldn't seem to make his body move just yet. After a moment, he heard water running and realized the shift in the bed had been Chloe getting up. He had probably made quite a mess. Really, he should go clean up. He was going to do that the second he could feel his legs again.

He must have drifted off for a moment, because he didn't recall Chloe coming back into the room, and yet there was something warm and wet gently rubbing across his stomach and down his thighs. When he finally convinced his eyes to open, he saw Chloe leaning over him, washcloth in hand, wiping away the mess he had made.

He took the cloth from her, using it on his more sensitive areas before pulling his boxers back up over his hips. He flung the washcloth in the general direction of the bathroom, then rolled over, and wrapped his arms around Chloe's satin clad body. Clark had just enough self awareness left to accept the fact that he was grinning like an idiot.

Sighing happily, he snuggled against her, head resting on her chest, arms completely surrounding her. He felt her hand running through his hair and he lifted his beaming face to hers, kissing her as he smiled.

She giggled at his blissful expression before asking, "Happy?"

"You have no idea," was his murmured reply as his head bent back towards her chest, teeth working on the top button. It was the only one she had bothered re-buttoning, which made his task of getting to her skin that much easier. He managed to get the button free rather quickly considering his extremely limited experience.

"Clark," she groaned as he pushed the fabric away from her breasts, baring her body to him once again. "Don't you think we should be getting up?"

He shook his head, running his tongue over the swell of her breast, then down the valley and to the next one. Clark actually felt the shiver that ran through her body as he repeated his path just a bit lower.

Chloe's hands tightened in his hair, tugging just a bit at his head, trying to pull him up and away from her. "Clark," she began again.

"I think," he said loud enough to stop her from continuing her sentence as he let his tongue swoop across her flesh once more. "That I really," he licked a circle around her right breast, just missing the nipple. "Really," he repeated, moving to the left to duplicate his action. "Like waking up with someone in bed with me," his lips closed around her nipple, sucking it deeply into his mouth as she moaned underneath him.

"Having done it twice now," her sentence was cut off by another moan as he pulled back, applying all of his suction to just the tip, "you must be an expert."

"Three times," he corrected, switching to the other breast.

"Oh?" her 'oh' came out more of a whimper than a question. "Who else?" she asked breathlessly.

"What do you mean?" he lifted his head from her breast, using his hands to push them close together so he could alternate more easily between them.

"Only twice with me," was her half coherent response.

"No. Twice at the house, and this morning," he swiped his tongue across her nipples watching them pucker in the cool air as he blew lightly over them.

"God, Clark, stop. I can't…Can't talk when you do that," this time when she tugged on his head, he let her pull him away; not very far away, but far enough so that his mouth couldn't be distracted by her beautiful breasts.

"You have the most amazing breasts, Chlo," he told her as his hand lightly circled one.

"Umm, thanks?" She still looked flustered and Clark wondered if she still wanted to talk or if he could resume his previous activities. "When was this other time you woke up with me?"

Evidently she remembered her desire to converse. "We fell asleep on the couch right?" After receiving her affirmative response he continued. "You woke up in my room. How did you think you got there?" His fingers were still circling around her breast, slowly getting closer to the nipple.

"I don't know," her back arched just slightly into his tough as he reached the areole. His fingernail grazed the nipple, causing her to shiver and clench her hands in his hair.

"My mom came downstairs and woke me up. Told me that we should move before my dad came down. I guess the situation looked a little too incriminating because as I got to the staircase, she told me that we were going to have a talk later." His finger pinched the nipple he had been playing with, his mouth dove down to ease the skin right after. He laved the turgid flesh with his tongue for a moment before lifting his head to look into her eyes. "Because of you, I got to have the sex talk with my mom."

"What did she say?" Chloe asked in a breathless rush, her hand pulling back just enough to push the hair out of Clark's eyes so she could see him.

Clark pushed himself up on his elbows a bit so their faces were just a little  closer. "Mom stuff, really. She said that it's good to wait and to use protection," he gave a little shrug and smiled mischievously at her. "She also said she'd be a hypocrite if she told me to wait until marriage, which was just a little too much information about my parents' sex life."

They both laughed at that, Chloe's hand falling to the nape of Clark's neck, scratching along the small hairs there. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the easy caress. Opening them, he found Chloe gazing up at him, a soft smile gracing her lips.

He pushed away a strand of hair that had fallen into her eyes, his thumb rubbing her cheek as he continued his story. "Most importantly, she said it should be something I share with someone I love," he finished on a whisper and found he couldn't pull his eyes away from her gaze. Slowly, he began to lower his lips to hers.

When they were so close he could feel her breath on his face, there was a sharp pounding on her door. Clark jerked back, the trance-like feeling that had just been over him broken by the repeated noise at the door.

"Chloe," Lex's voice rang out through the thick wooden doorway. "If you and Clark would be so kind as to get up and get dressed, breakfast will be ready in ten minutes. The limo is taking you home in an hour."

They were both silent for a moment until Lex's voice rang out again, "Ten minutes you two."

"We'll be right down," Chloe responded, quickly finding her voice.

Clark heard Lex's sigh through the door, followed by his retreating footsteps.

"I guess we were caught, huh?" Chloe asked, her face turning bright red.

Clark gave her a quick grin, kissing her swiftly, before pushing himself into a more upright position. "I think he assumed I would try to sneak in and see you. I mean, he got to see as much of you as I did last night. There's no way he could blame me." He smirked at her over his shoulder, standing up beside the bed.

"Oh, God! I had completely forgotten about that!" Chloe picked up the pillow beside her and covered her face with it.  Clark noticed she still hadn't closed up her top. "I can't go down there and face him!" he heard her muttered voice say through the pillow.

"Chloe," Clark reached down and pulled the pillow from her face, tugging her into a seated position on the bed as he did so. "If it makes you feel any better, he probably thinks we were doing things much worse in here all night and this morning." He gave her his best innocent grin before dropping a kiss on her nose and rushing back to the room he had been given last night to get dressed.

He could hear her cursing and sputtering the entire way.