Part 9: Stirring

Clark looked into Lana's glowing amber eyes and knew what was going to happen. He willed his legs to move but remained transfixed by the two spheres of golden passion, seemingly drawing him into their fiery embrace.

Just as the two tracks of immeasurable heat left Lana's eyes, she managed to divert her gaze to a spot over Clark's left shoulder, scorching the ground.

"You have to control it!" Clark shouted, Lana's head turning instinctively towards the noise. Shit! That wasn't a good idea. Clark ducked as a trail of flames erupted behind where his head previously existed.

"Try and make it stop" Clark called as he dashed to a different spot in case Lana's head slipped again. After a few final splutters of flame, Lana's eyes returned to their normal shade.

"Would it be at all possible to give me a little warning next time?! Maybe so I can not nearly burn my original body into a glowing heap of embers!" Does that guy have a death wish or something? Burn scars are not sexy and I do not fancy returning to a body with butt skin grafted to my face!

"Should have really been a little more careful, huh? At least it worked though." She kissed me back! Yippee!

"Yeah, it worked alright." Weird.

"Why don't you test it again? Focus on the fencepost and think about what made it happen last time and then try to make it stop again."

Lana obediently turned to face the fencepost and focused. The wooded pole erupted into a towering inferno and Lana turned back to face Clark. "I'm a quick learner you know" Lana smiled at Clark.

"So you wanna test that you can control it?" Clark asked nonchalantly. Please say yes. Sucking face with your own face is weird but it makes it worthwhile to know that Lana is the one doing the kissing back.

"Uh, ok then." Just forget it's your body, just think of Clark, Clark's the one doing the kissing, not you, just Clark.

They edged together slowly, eyes gazing into each other. Lana reached her hand out and touched Clark's face, her head descending towards his. Clark wrapped his arms around her back as their lips brushed tentatively.

Just think of Clark.

Just think of Lana.

Quickly the kiss grew more passionate, a hunger awoken inside both of them. Clark pulled Lana flush against him as he felt a special down low tickle and as their mouths opened, both in an invitation to the other, the heat that was growing in the pit of Lana's stomach transferred into a stirring not previously experienced by the female of the species.

Lana slowly broke away from Clark, eyes still closed, slightly out of breath. "I think we should stop."

Clark's eyes grew saddened at this but realised the reason when his eyes solemnly drifted to the floor, negotiating Lana's pelvic region.

"Honestly, she can master heat vision in 5 minutes but get her to kiss someone and her resolve goes right out the window."

A blush to challenge all blushes spread across Lana's face. I can't believe it. Seriously. Who thought I had so little self-control? I think I might die, I can't believe I got one after just one kiss. Embarrassment does not even begin to cover what I'm felling right now.

"It's ok Lana it's perfectly natural, after all, who could resist me?" Clark joked. "Chalk it up to life experience, exploring different cultures. Just think, how many women can say that they've had an erection? It just makes Lana Lang more unique." She got one, from me!! I'm so good. In his head Clark began swinging his arms in enthusiastic circles chanting 'Go Clarky! Go Clarky!'

"Jee, thanks. Not really the kind of unique I was looking for." I guess Clark isn't the only strange one anymore. Now for the ritual staring contest, who will look away first? Like so many other things, it's just not the same the other way around, I admit I miss staring into his eyes but unless I go find a mirror, I might not be doing that for a while. I think it's about time I cut the sexual tension around here with the proverbial knife.

"Clark, I think you should be getting back to the Sullivans'. It's getting late and we don't want to draw attention to our behaviour recently."

Clark nodded in agreement. "Alright then. If you're in a rush tomorrow, remember heat vision makes quick work of toast."

"I will. You just remember to cleanse and moisturise before you go to bed, I don't want to be having any pimples when I return" Lana waved her finger at Clark pseudo sternly.

They both laughed. As Clark turned to make his way down the lane, Lana called to him. "You want me to walk you home? It is the only gentlemanly thing to do."

Clark smiled broadly at Lana. "Sure, that would be great. Before I forget, thanks for not reducing me to a pile of ashes."

"My pleasure." Lana extended her arm and took his hand in hers.