Part 14: Trust

The sun beat down on the Kent Farm as Lana approached in her truck. Pulling up in the dirt outside the barn, Lana got out and strolled inside.

"Hey Clark! You in here?"

Clark appeared from a stall, hair ruffled and sprinkled with straw, minus a shirt and slightly flushed.

"I'm not even gonna ask what you were doing in there"

Clark ran a hand through his hair and laughed lightly. "I was just finishing my chores but now I'm free to entertain you, Miss. Lang. Want to come up?"

"Sure, I was thinking there are a few things we need to talk about."

Great. This is where she says I'm a good friend but the alien thing freaks her out too much to be anything more. Wonderful.

"Uhuh, like what?" Clark guided Lana up the stairs and sat on the couch.

"Why we switched back."

"And why did we switch back, Lana?" Or for that matter, why did we switch in the first place?

"We switched back cos I realised something, something that I needed to understand."

"Which was." She's getting cryptic on me.

"I realised what it truly is like to be Clark Kent-"

"It's the alien thing isn't it? You think I'm a freak." I wonder if I ground up some meteor rocks and ate them I'd die.

"If you let me finish that last sentence, my rehearsed speech was going to go 'and before you get all paranoid I'm not going to call you a freak', so chill your boots. Why would I want to call you a freak anyway? Then I would just be saying I was a freak too, cos now I've been an alien and aside from the rather random powers, being an alien isn't all that different to being human." That's a rather big aside.

"So you think I'm normal?" Clark leapt up from the couch excited and twirled Lana around in the air.

Lana's face grew serious. "Clark put me down I'm not finished yet"

"Oh. Sorry." Clark grew silent. She knows the truth and appears to have accepted it, so what's wrong? Clark shuffled backwards to perch on the couch as Lana started to pace about the Loft.

"I'm still pissed that you didn't have the courage to tell me yourself." Lana looked over into Clark's eyes.

Shit.

"I'm pissed that you thought of me as such a shallow friend that I'd reject you once I knew the truth."

Shit.

"I'm pissed that you didn't have faith that I'd be strong enough to accept you and keep your secret."

Shit.

The tension in the Loft thickened with every diatribe, Lana's tone growing sterner and voice getting louder.

"I'm sorry, it was for your safety and I-"

"But most of all I'm pissed," Lana's demeanour changed from aggressive to coy, a small smile creeping across her face, "because if you told me sooner we could have been doing this for a lot longer."

Lana sauntered across the Loft and wrapped her arms around a shocked and still shirtless Clark Kent. He stood up into her embrace and snaked his arms around her slender frame as she leaned her lips towards his.

Burying a hand in her hair, Clark pulled her deeper into the kiss. Lana's hands roamed across his bare chest, delighting in the feeling of his exposed muscles as the kiss grew more passionate, until Lana broke away, laughing.

"I prefer it this way round, don't you?" Don't have to worry about Clark Jr. anymore. well, at least not in the same way.

Clark nodded as Lana swirled her fingers in light patterns along the back of his neck.

"I meant what I said you know, about trust and having faith in me. But you also have to know that having trust also has rewards." Lana leaned in to kiss him again, "which now I hope we can both enjoy." Lana smiled at Clark, starting up another of their famous staring contests.

Oh no, we're not getting into the staring again, gotta stop this before it becomes a habit. This relationship is about taking action, not staring. "So, I learnt a lot being you, including why you made out with Chloe," I don't see that happening again any time soon, isn't Clark's blush cute, "but what did you learn being me?"

"Well, not much, basic stuff really"

"Go on, I'm curious." When he says stuff like that, it just makes me more nervous.

"You should always grind coffee beans before you put them in a coffeemaker."

"How many times have you seen me make coffee at the Talon? And still you don't know that" Lana mocked incredulously

"You have a penchant for ballroom dancing"

Lana stood in shock. When did he speak to Lex? How does he know?

"I was looking over the security tapes for the Talon and saw you dancing with chairs as you tidied up for the night."

"You found out my deep, dark secret, I Lana Lang ballroom dance for fun. Embarrassing, huh?"

"Nah, not really. I think it's cute, maybe you could teach me so you'd have a partner?"

"Sounds like a plan" a much better plan than dancing with Lex. I think I just felt myself shiver. "That it?"

"Not quite." Clark slipped his hand up the back of Lana's shirt and pinched the fastening on her bra causing it to open. "Bras are far harder to put on than take off."

Lana's arms flew over her chest protectively as Clark laughed at her growing blush. I know I should be mad at him for that but I kinda like Clark when he's being a bit cocky. It's just so much more interesting than when he's all serious and responsible all the time.

Once she had secured her bra in place again, she struck out and hit Clark on the chest.

"Ow! That hurt!"

"Stop lying ya big baby" Clark stuck his bottom lip out and made a sad puppy dog face, "Come on, I stuck your arm through flames and fell out of a window onto your back and didn't feel anything. Do you feel anything Clark?"

"I may be able to stick my arms through fire and not be burned," Clark pulled Lana closer, "but you touch me and it feels like I'm going to burst into flames." Clark bent down again to meet Lana's already rising lips.

Ah, that was sweet, I think I may have to go puke in a minute but it was a nice sentiment.

This time it was Clark who broke away from the kiss. He moved over to her ear, whispering sexily, "By the way, nice choice of underwear"

Lana giggled, "I thought you might like them"

"Too right"

"I love you, you know, you little perv, special abilities and all." I think they're kinda sexy actually.

"Love you too" Clark kissed the sensitive patch of skin behind Lana's earlobe, kissing back across her cheek to find her lips.

After a few minutes of passionate kissing, Lana felt Clark's roaming hand slip up her back again, destination unchanged. Lana reached round behind her back and slapped his hand. "Bad Clarky" she managed to get out in breaths between kisses.

Now if Clark offered to teach me to Tango, I don't think I'd refuse.

The End.

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