Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. They belong to whoever
created them and the actors that bring them to life. You know the drill;
don't make me go research names.
Rating: PG-13. All my fics seem to be those at the mo. Maybe I'll do a NC- 17 soon ;p
Authors note: This one came to me after reading the current collection of Clark/Lana romance FanFics. There weren't many so I decided to throw in one of my own. Thanks again to all the usual people – Alison, Laura and B
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Clark stood in the middle of the corridor and let the other students brush past him, racing for the doors at the end of another school day. He didn't have to rush home, his parents were in Metropolis overnight so he had the house to himself. He had chores but they could wait. He was going to run into town and pick up a pizza for that night. His Mom had left stuff for a pie but he didn't feel like cooking.
Suddenly someone came storming round the corner and all his plans went out of the window. Lana looked about for a moment then her eyes fixed on Clark. With her hair flying and a decidedly angry expression on her face, she battled towards him. He immediately turned and headed out a side door. Clark checked around and once he was sure no one was watching, he set off at hyper-speed for home. He could hide out there until Lana calmed down. Normally he loved seeing Lana but this time it was different. He'd started to worry the night before when Lana came to see him. She was excited because she'd begun to remember what happened when she under the influence of the Nicodemus flower. She'd remembered something to do with the Talon closing early, her eating whipped cream and coming on to Lex. He hadn't wanted to hear anymore but she laughed and told him, "Nothing happened. I was just trying to get him to do what I wanted!" Now she'd remembered what she'd done with him and was mad at him for not telling her. He really hadn't minded. It was a dream come true. He reached home in less than two minutes and retreated to the Loft. His place, his peaceful, quiet space. He tried to do some homework but his heart wasn't in it. He was listening intently for the sound of the bus pulling up at the gate of the farm. He knew she'd come to find him.
Lana stepped off the bus and immediately set off towards the Kent farm. She was fuming. He hadn't told her what she'd done. Why? Was he too embarrassed? She shouldn't have had to find out herself. She was going to find out the reasons for his silence whether she had to hammer at the door all night or not. She walked up to the door of the loft, knocked once and then tried the handle. It was open. Clark couldn't be back yet as he hadn't been on the bus. Oh well, she'd go in and wait. She walked up the steps and saw Clark pacing the floor. There were piles of homework out she Lana saw completed Bio questions from today's lesson and wondered just how Clark had got home so fast. She was jerked out of her thoughts when Clark softly said "Well?" She looked up at him and saw him looking at the floor. He sounded resigned and sad. Almost like a tiny puppy that had been told off. He sounded so desolate, all her anger dissipated and she ran over to him. She flung her arms around him and smiled as his strong arms wrapped themselves around her after a moment's hesitation. "What's this for?" Clark asked sounding a lot happier. "You just looked so unhappy. You looked as though you needed a hug.
Clark laughed. Typical Lana, always thinking about others before herself. He knew she had questions and he had a feeling that she'd like to answers soon. Gently he disengaged himself from her secure grip and pushed her gently towards the sofa. She got the idea and sat down. He sat next to her, she curled her legs under her and began. "I remembered what happened. All I want to know is why you didn't tell me. If I embarrassed you then I'm sorry. I just want to know." She looked up as Clark opened his mouth and added, "And I want the truth. I accept that there are some aspects of your life that you'd rather not share. This, however, concerns me and I have a right to know." Clark looked abashed and then he said, very shyly and quietly so she had to strain to hear. "I didn't tell you because…. because I didn't want you to apologise for what happened. I wanted to remember it as it was, not with you apologising for it. I know it was just a fluke and it wasn't really you but I want to remember it as you being confident, graceful and pretty, rather than you rushing to say sorry." He took a deep breath and sighed. His eyes flickered towards her and then back down to his hands curled in his lap. Suddenly a pair of smaller hands entwined themselves in his and a soft voice said "Oh Clark." He raised his eyes slowly to meet her earnest gaze. "I did some reading up on the Nicodemus flower. I was hoping it would help jog my memory. There's a section about the symptoms of the infection and what it makes you do. One phrase especially caught my eye. It said 'The infection makes you give in to your deepest desires.' Don't you see? For once I was doing just what I wanted and saying just what I meant. Being infected showed me just what I want in life. It also made me tell everyone else, but anyway… I've come to realise that we have to do what we want now or life will pass us by and we'll regret what we've missed. It made me realise, I want to be with you. Whitney is there for me but you make me feel safe, special and cherished in way no-one else does. Whitney won't care if I'm not with him. I'm just an accessory. I'm replaceable. With you I feel unique, like a princess." Lana looked up at Clark, eyes shining and slowly, the doubt, fear and surprise she saw there, was replaced by joy and hope. Lana wanted him to be as sure, as certain as she was that this was the right thing to do. She lent toward him and cupped his face in her hands. Then she pulled Clark toward her and kissed him.
The moment their lips touched, a bolt of energy seemed to pass between them, and what had started as kiss of persuasion, fast became a kiss of passion. It fizzed around them in waves and formed itself into tingles where bare skin touched and heat where lips met and tongues duelled.
Slowly Lana pulled away. "Woah." She said. "Definitely Woah," Clark agreed. Then he mumbled something and Lana almost didn't hear him. She asked him to repeat it and he blushed, looked at the floor and said quietly, "You know, you'll always be my princess." Lana smiled broadly and pulled his chin up so he was looking at her. Then she pressed her forehead against his and whispered, "And you'll always be my Prince Charming." Clark laughed, but was abruptly cut off when Lana captured his lips with hers.
Rating: PG-13. All my fics seem to be those at the mo. Maybe I'll do a NC- 17 soon ;p
Authors note: This one came to me after reading the current collection of Clark/Lana romance FanFics. There weren't many so I decided to throw in one of my own. Thanks again to all the usual people – Alison, Laura and B
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Clark stood in the middle of the corridor and let the other students brush past him, racing for the doors at the end of another school day. He didn't have to rush home, his parents were in Metropolis overnight so he had the house to himself. He had chores but they could wait. He was going to run into town and pick up a pizza for that night. His Mom had left stuff for a pie but he didn't feel like cooking.
Suddenly someone came storming round the corner and all his plans went out of the window. Lana looked about for a moment then her eyes fixed on Clark. With her hair flying and a decidedly angry expression on her face, she battled towards him. He immediately turned and headed out a side door. Clark checked around and once he was sure no one was watching, he set off at hyper-speed for home. He could hide out there until Lana calmed down. Normally he loved seeing Lana but this time it was different. He'd started to worry the night before when Lana came to see him. She was excited because she'd begun to remember what happened when she under the influence of the Nicodemus flower. She'd remembered something to do with the Talon closing early, her eating whipped cream and coming on to Lex. He hadn't wanted to hear anymore but she laughed and told him, "Nothing happened. I was just trying to get him to do what I wanted!" Now she'd remembered what she'd done with him and was mad at him for not telling her. He really hadn't minded. It was a dream come true. He reached home in less than two minutes and retreated to the Loft. His place, his peaceful, quiet space. He tried to do some homework but his heart wasn't in it. He was listening intently for the sound of the bus pulling up at the gate of the farm. He knew she'd come to find him.
Lana stepped off the bus and immediately set off towards the Kent farm. She was fuming. He hadn't told her what she'd done. Why? Was he too embarrassed? She shouldn't have had to find out herself. She was going to find out the reasons for his silence whether she had to hammer at the door all night or not. She walked up to the door of the loft, knocked once and then tried the handle. It was open. Clark couldn't be back yet as he hadn't been on the bus. Oh well, she'd go in and wait. She walked up the steps and saw Clark pacing the floor. There were piles of homework out she Lana saw completed Bio questions from today's lesson and wondered just how Clark had got home so fast. She was jerked out of her thoughts when Clark softly said "Well?" She looked up at him and saw him looking at the floor. He sounded resigned and sad. Almost like a tiny puppy that had been told off. He sounded so desolate, all her anger dissipated and she ran over to him. She flung her arms around him and smiled as his strong arms wrapped themselves around her after a moment's hesitation. "What's this for?" Clark asked sounding a lot happier. "You just looked so unhappy. You looked as though you needed a hug.
Clark laughed. Typical Lana, always thinking about others before herself. He knew she had questions and he had a feeling that she'd like to answers soon. Gently he disengaged himself from her secure grip and pushed her gently towards the sofa. She got the idea and sat down. He sat next to her, she curled her legs under her and began. "I remembered what happened. All I want to know is why you didn't tell me. If I embarrassed you then I'm sorry. I just want to know." She looked up as Clark opened his mouth and added, "And I want the truth. I accept that there are some aspects of your life that you'd rather not share. This, however, concerns me and I have a right to know." Clark looked abashed and then he said, very shyly and quietly so she had to strain to hear. "I didn't tell you because…. because I didn't want you to apologise for what happened. I wanted to remember it as it was, not with you apologising for it. I know it was just a fluke and it wasn't really you but I want to remember it as you being confident, graceful and pretty, rather than you rushing to say sorry." He took a deep breath and sighed. His eyes flickered towards her and then back down to his hands curled in his lap. Suddenly a pair of smaller hands entwined themselves in his and a soft voice said "Oh Clark." He raised his eyes slowly to meet her earnest gaze. "I did some reading up on the Nicodemus flower. I was hoping it would help jog my memory. There's a section about the symptoms of the infection and what it makes you do. One phrase especially caught my eye. It said 'The infection makes you give in to your deepest desires.' Don't you see? For once I was doing just what I wanted and saying just what I meant. Being infected showed me just what I want in life. It also made me tell everyone else, but anyway… I've come to realise that we have to do what we want now or life will pass us by and we'll regret what we've missed. It made me realise, I want to be with you. Whitney is there for me but you make me feel safe, special and cherished in way no-one else does. Whitney won't care if I'm not with him. I'm just an accessory. I'm replaceable. With you I feel unique, like a princess." Lana looked up at Clark, eyes shining and slowly, the doubt, fear and surprise she saw there, was replaced by joy and hope. Lana wanted him to be as sure, as certain as she was that this was the right thing to do. She lent toward him and cupped his face in her hands. Then she pulled Clark toward her and kissed him.
The moment their lips touched, a bolt of energy seemed to pass between them, and what had started as kiss of persuasion, fast became a kiss of passion. It fizzed around them in waves and formed itself into tingles where bare skin touched and heat where lips met and tongues duelled.
Slowly Lana pulled away. "Woah." She said. "Definitely Woah," Clark agreed. Then he mumbled something and Lana almost didn't hear him. She asked him to repeat it and he blushed, looked at the floor and said quietly, "You know, you'll always be my princess." Lana smiled broadly and pulled his chin up so he was looking at her. Then she pressed her forehead against his and whispered, "And you'll always be my Prince Charming." Clark laughed, but was abruptly cut off when Lana captured his lips with hers.