Chapter 12: A Little Faith
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Ethan shook his head as he finished reading the letter.
"Wow. Well I guess we made a mistake. Once we authenticate the handwriting we can forward this to the FBI. This will make it somewhat easier to find them, looking for three people rather than two."
"What about the body that was recovered and buried? Do think Tina killed someone else and left some of Chloe's belongings at the scene just to toy with us?"
"She's crazy Clark, I wouldn't put it past her. The real tragedy is seeing as the body was burned beyond recognition, we'll probably never know who the victim was."
Clark nodded his head in dismay and turned to go.
"Thanks for dropping this off. They will find them Clark."
He left unconvinced.
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From the doorway Lana spied Clark sitting on the porch swing looking out at the horizon, his face unrevealing. She slowly crept up behind him and slid her hands around his face to cover his eyes. Clark recoiled in surprise before realizing whose familiar graceful hands were pressed against his eyes.
"So Clark, I guess that super-hearing of yours was just a one time deal?" Lana asked, moving her hands to wrap around his neck as she swung around to sit next to him.
"I don't know. It'll probably come back and start happening randomly. That's what happened with the rest of my powers."
"So until then, I don't have to worry about you eavesdropping, just peaking at me through the walls?"
"Hey, I only did that once, and it was an accident."
Lana glared at him, debating whether or not to believe him. He seemed to be in an uneasy mood, so she decided to let this one slide.
"Is something wrong Clark? Still thinking about Tina?"
"Doesn't it bother you? She's out there in your body doing God knows what with Whitney, not to mention Chloe."
"Well I can't do anything about that. All I can do is pray that they're safe. or even happy."
"Well in Chloe's letter she didn't seem unhappy. But it's Tina - she's insane. And if something happened to them, we'd never know."
"Sometimes you've just got to have a little faith, Clark. Sort of like you and me."
"You and me?"
"Yeah, I mean you held a torch for me for so long, but you never gave up on me. And now I'm yours."
"You're mine? Like my property?" he asked with a mischievous smile.
"Yeah. And you're mine."
"I can live with that," he replied and kissed her gently.
"So. why don't we forget about Tina and Whitney and Chloe, and just think about us for a minute," Lana exclaimed, bringing her fingers up to his face and lightly brushing his cheeks.
"Us?"
"Nell's not coming home tonight," Lana whispered.
Clark swallowed hard.
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Lana looked deep into his eyes as her lips descended on his. She swung herself over to straddle him as their mouths crashed together like waves on a beach. Her hands pressed against his collar and slid down to his rock hard chest. Clark ran one hand through her hair and used it to keep her head in place. His other hand slid under the bottom of her tight shirt, pulling her down against him such that not a sliver of light could be seen between them. A loud smack could be heard when Lana finally pulled away, losing the battle between them by being the first to break and gasp for air. When she did catch her breath, a predatory grin appeared as she licked the top of her teeth with the tip of her tongue like a cat ready to pounce on a meal.
Though Clark was much stronger, Lana managed to push him down so that he was lying down, forcing him into submission. She descended on him once again as the porch began to swing, wavering precariously. This time instead of attacking his lips, she went down into the nape of his neck and sucked as hard as she could, determined to mark him. It had the desired effect as the skin encapsulated by her mouth turned scarlet red. His eyes rolled back into his head and his breathing went ragged as she continued her ministrations on the other side, not afraid to lick or bite when necessary. Clark managed to muster enough concentration to move his idle hands down her spine and to her waist. His fingers found the zipper at the back of her pants and undid it in one swift motion. Lana realized the once shy Clark Kent was no more, as his digits found their way in. His eyes bulged when his hands found only bare skin underneath.
He quickly regained his composure as Lana's head rose and she gasped in response to his touches. Clark seized the opportunity given to him and returned the previous favour by assaulting her neck with his lips, tongue, and teeth. All thoughts soon emptied from her head as her body decided to take over. Lana wiggled her hips alongside his and ground her pelvis against his crotch. They established an erotic rhythm, and though still clothed, they seemed to make passionate love to each other. This rhythm was broken by a loud snapping sound. The porch swing gave way, bringing their writhing bodies down with it.
Clark had wrapped his arms around the back of Lana's head, protecting her from the splinters and dust that came up around them after impact. The fear she felt when falling only aroused her senses more, but her reverie was shattered by the noise made by car driving by the road. The couple suddenly became quite aware of where they were - outside, for the entire world to see their amorous escapades. In spite of this, the mood could not be broken. Lana motioned her head toward the door and Clark nodded in response. He flashed her a smile as he picked her up with one hand and threw her over his right shoulder with ease. She giggled as he brought her into the house in and up the stairs to her room, one hand still in her pants, cupping a cheek the entire way.
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Ethan shook his head as he finished reading the letter.
"Wow. Well I guess we made a mistake. Once we authenticate the handwriting we can forward this to the FBI. This will make it somewhat easier to find them, looking for three people rather than two."
"What about the body that was recovered and buried? Do think Tina killed someone else and left some of Chloe's belongings at the scene just to toy with us?"
"She's crazy Clark, I wouldn't put it past her. The real tragedy is seeing as the body was burned beyond recognition, we'll probably never know who the victim was."
Clark nodded his head in dismay and turned to go.
"Thanks for dropping this off. They will find them Clark."
He left unconvinced.
~~~
From the doorway Lana spied Clark sitting on the porch swing looking out at the horizon, his face unrevealing. She slowly crept up behind him and slid her hands around his face to cover his eyes. Clark recoiled in surprise before realizing whose familiar graceful hands were pressed against his eyes.
"So Clark, I guess that super-hearing of yours was just a one time deal?" Lana asked, moving her hands to wrap around his neck as she swung around to sit next to him.
"I don't know. It'll probably come back and start happening randomly. That's what happened with the rest of my powers."
"So until then, I don't have to worry about you eavesdropping, just peaking at me through the walls?"
"Hey, I only did that once, and it was an accident."
Lana glared at him, debating whether or not to believe him. He seemed to be in an uneasy mood, so she decided to let this one slide.
"Is something wrong Clark? Still thinking about Tina?"
"Doesn't it bother you? She's out there in your body doing God knows what with Whitney, not to mention Chloe."
"Well I can't do anything about that. All I can do is pray that they're safe. or even happy."
"Well in Chloe's letter she didn't seem unhappy. But it's Tina - she's insane. And if something happened to them, we'd never know."
"Sometimes you've just got to have a little faith, Clark. Sort of like you and me."
"You and me?"
"Yeah, I mean you held a torch for me for so long, but you never gave up on me. And now I'm yours."
"You're mine? Like my property?" he asked with a mischievous smile.
"Yeah. And you're mine."
"I can live with that," he replied and kissed her gently.
"So. why don't we forget about Tina and Whitney and Chloe, and just think about us for a minute," Lana exclaimed, bringing her fingers up to his face and lightly brushing his cheeks.
"Us?"
"Nell's not coming home tonight," Lana whispered.
Clark swallowed hard.
~~~
Lana looked deep into his eyes as her lips descended on his. She swung herself over to straddle him as their mouths crashed together like waves on a beach. Her hands pressed against his collar and slid down to his rock hard chest. Clark ran one hand through her hair and used it to keep her head in place. His other hand slid under the bottom of her tight shirt, pulling her down against him such that not a sliver of light could be seen between them. A loud smack could be heard when Lana finally pulled away, losing the battle between them by being the first to break and gasp for air. When she did catch her breath, a predatory grin appeared as she licked the top of her teeth with the tip of her tongue like a cat ready to pounce on a meal.
Though Clark was much stronger, Lana managed to push him down so that he was lying down, forcing him into submission. She descended on him once again as the porch began to swing, wavering precariously. This time instead of attacking his lips, she went down into the nape of his neck and sucked as hard as she could, determined to mark him. It had the desired effect as the skin encapsulated by her mouth turned scarlet red. His eyes rolled back into his head and his breathing went ragged as she continued her ministrations on the other side, not afraid to lick or bite when necessary. Clark managed to muster enough concentration to move his idle hands down her spine and to her waist. His fingers found the zipper at the back of her pants and undid it in one swift motion. Lana realized the once shy Clark Kent was no more, as his digits found their way in. His eyes bulged when his hands found only bare skin underneath.
He quickly regained his composure as Lana's head rose and she gasped in response to his touches. Clark seized the opportunity given to him and returned the previous favour by assaulting her neck with his lips, tongue, and teeth. All thoughts soon emptied from her head as her body decided to take over. Lana wiggled her hips alongside his and ground her pelvis against his crotch. They established an erotic rhythm, and though still clothed, they seemed to make passionate love to each other. This rhythm was broken by a loud snapping sound. The porch swing gave way, bringing their writhing bodies down with it.
Clark had wrapped his arms around the back of Lana's head, protecting her from the splinters and dust that came up around them after impact. The fear she felt when falling only aroused her senses more, but her reverie was shattered by the noise made by car driving by the road. The couple suddenly became quite aware of where they were - outside, for the entire world to see their amorous escapades. In spite of this, the mood could not be broken. Lana motioned her head toward the door and Clark nodded in response. He flashed her a smile as he picked her up with one hand and threw her over his right shoulder with ease. She giggled as he brought her into the house in and up the stairs to her room, one hand still in her pants, cupping a cheek the entire way.
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