Title- La Vie
Author- J.A.K
Rating- R: for real life feelings and real life situations that aren't always PG-13
Summary- Quite a bit of time has passed since Chloe and Clark have found their happiness in each other. This is the continuation of the goings-on in their lives including the lives of everyone else around them. This is an epic story of Life, Deception, and Tragedy; a story of how surprising life can be, and how cold, but sometimes comforting reality is. Find out what extraordinary events could break Chloe and Clark apart, and what could bring Lex and Lana together. This is a fanfic told through the eyes of every single person that has bearing on these four young people's lives.
Author's Note- A continuation of Debi's 'It's Now or Never 'and 'Monday at School'. My story has a plot and even a sub-plot that I promise will leave you wanting more. Scroll down and give it a chance.
An part 2: Clark and Lana are 17, while Pete and Chloe are 18 years old (Chloe only three months older than Clark and Pete the oldest, scoring six months over any of them). I know this isn't exactly right, but for the purposes of my story I've made it that way. I've also made Lex 22.
AN part 3: A very SPECIAL thanks goes out to my Beta-reader Alisa West, aka AW, who is woman enough to tell me like it is- even when what it is, isn't up to par. A great big shout-out also goes to my sister, for reading it over and having the final say. Thank You!
^Chapter Four^
Clark
I listened momentarily to the soothing tones of the distant storm, appreciating briefly the raw unadulterated beauty of the thunder exploding in the night air. Out of the corner of my eye I also noticed the lightening that seemed to be softly kneading the sloping planes of the sky every other minute. Continuing to trail slow deliberate kisses down the column of Chloe's neck, I silently wondered why things had to be so hard for the two of us.
Well, maybe where this particular aspect of our relationship was concerned, things were only hard for me.
I muffled my snort in the hollow of Chloe's shoulder.
Who ever said that ignorance was bliss must have been a genius.
Here it was that even to this day, a year since Chloe and I first had sex, I still have difficulty giving up absolute control. It wasn't that I didn't long for release, as any sane person would, I was just afraid to fully let go. Complete loss of control meant that I might accidentally use one of my powers on Chloe, resulting in me critically wounding her or worse.
I stopped my kisses as her nails raked teasingly down my back, forcing any coherent thoughts I had been having temporarily out of my mind.
My brain, frozen though it was, still had enough awareness to give her credit for the level of her persistence. After all, she had cleverly found a way to carry out those aforementioned actions with my shirt still on. Resting my head in the crook of her neck, I sucked in a gust of air and held it, not wanting a simple thing like breathing to interfere with the process of this act.
The pads of her fingers were barely touching my skin, but that was the simplistic beauty of it. If any more pressure were applied then it wouldn't be pleasurable. She let her ministrations continue at the base of my spine for countless moments until her hand leisurely slid back up at an agonizingly slow pace. Her thumbs settled at the base of my neck while the rest of her fingers began mingling with the strands of my hair.
Instead of resuming my prior actions, I covered her lips with my own, slipping my tongue into her parted mouth. Adjusting myself, I carefully displaced some of the weight from my elbows onto her flaxen form. I made an audible groan and closed my eyes which had wondered open of their own accord. I almost got lost in the sensations of her lips when she pulled away from me and began messaging my ear with them.
Almost.
It wasn't that what she was doing didn't feel good; it was just that somehow, my previous anxiety had begun outweighing the enjoyment of her touch.
The hormone driven side of me told my brain that nothing had ever happened before. The more cautious, logical part of me told my heart that even if it didn't happen last time, it could still happen this time.
It was the continuing occurrence of having intrusive thoughts like those that caused a groan of frustration to escape my mouth.
"Clark, what's wrong?"
I opened my eyes to meet Chloe's concerned face as she looked at me questioningly from where she lay underneath my body. I hadn't even realized that she'd stopped kissing my face or that I'd stopped leaning into her touch.
I pushed myself back up a little.
"Nothing's wrong."
I could tell by the glint that surrounded the ring of her irises that she was unconvinced.
"Are you sure?"
I watched her intently for an unhurried second, my eyes staring lingeringly at the plains of her face. They slowly wondered down as far as my unobstructed view could take me.
I couldn't help but notice the fact that her skin appeared to glow underneath the glare of the light, and that it caused her to have an almost golden complexion.
"Yes" I said, leaning down further and gently sucking her bottom lip "I'm sure."
She brought her hand to the nape of my neck where she lightly grabbed the back of my white cotton t-shirt.
My shirt, along with my boxers and her underwear, were the only barriers still left between our bodies.
I pressed my mouth to hers and began running my tongue along the surface of her teeth, tasting again the sweetness of whatever she had been eating before she left her house.
Just as I began to feel relaxed again, she pulled back slightly, and questioned me for a second time.
"You can tell me what's bothering you." Her left hand found my right and I slipped my fingers in between hers. I could feel the coolness of her ring against my palm as she stared at me with serious, soft-spoken eyes. "If you don't want to do this right now, then we won't." She absentmindedly started playing and untangling the shorter strands of my hair.
Pressing almost my full weight into her body so that she could feel how much I wanted her, I let my lips gently massage her neck.
"I don't want to stop what we're doing right now." I pulled my hand out of her grasp so that I could run my fingers along the side of her chest. "All I want to do right now, is take your clothes off and—"
My words, thanks to my fingers that had journeyed below waist level, had been cut off by her loud groan of approval.
I pulled my hand back up, feeling satisfied that I'd quelled her worries.
I started running a trail of kisses down her neck, across the top her chest, and further still until I stopped to savor the taste of the material that covered her breasts. She rose slightly off the bed and pushed herself tighter against me.
Both of her hands gave a tight squeeze to my neck as she let out a moaned version of my name. The moan sounded breathy and sexy and my heart started pounding even more heavily in my chest.
I briefly halted what I was doing so that I could tell her to say it again.
An answering groan of anticipation escaped my throat as she said my name for a second time.
I would never get tired of hearing her say it.
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Chloe
It felt as if the room had suddenly gotten three times hotter.
My body, being extremely sensitive right now, trembled slightly when he brought his head back up to whisper in my ear.
"Rise up a little bit so I can undo your clasp, baby."
I didn't go stock still from shock, as I had done the first time he had used that term of endearment. Instead, I simply complied with his request, thinking that we both had changed a lot in a year.
A year ago Clark hadn't even known how to undo the clasp of a bra. A year ago, it would have sounded strange if he had called me baby, sweetie, or honey. There hadn't been anything wrong with him saying it; it just hadn't sounded right coming from his mouth.
Now those words reverberated naturally in the cavities of my ears.
I settled myself back on the bed as he flung the lacy material away. The lower region of my body tingled with excitement as our bare chests touched skin to skin for the first time that night.
His lips returned to mine, resulting into more hurried and demanding kisses than the ones we had shared before. I tightened my grip where my fingers were resting on his neck so that I could slow the motions down a bit. Kissing was just about my favorite act of foreplay and I really wanted the moment to drag out.
As my legs came up to press against either side of his waist, I felt his moan transfer into my mouth. Feeling and hearing the sound he emitted caused my entire body to tingle. There was something almost exhilarating knowing that I could make someone as big and strong and Clark weak with desire.
I pushed my thighs against him, squeezing his legs so that the lower parts of our bodies were joined flush against each other. He pulled his mouth away from mine to give another groan of enjoyment.
Just as he began to sit up in what obviously an attempt to remove his boxers, I felt his muscles bunch together with barely restrained tension.
He became motionless even though his breathing was slightly ragged.
"What?" I asked, searching his face. The muscle in his jaw was tight and his lips were a bit swollen from our previous engagement.
When no answer was forth coming, I began to get nervous.
"Clark, what's wrong? Is something ha—"
His fingers cut me off as he placed them on my mouth.
I sat up a bit, realizing that he was listening for an unknown sound.
Suddenly he flew off me and started picking up my discarded clothes.
"Clark what is it?" I was sitting all the way up now, looking anxiously at him as he traveled across the room as fast as humanly possible.
He paused to stare at me with bright green eyes, motioning for me to keep my voice down.
I stared right back at him, puzzled, yet sensing somewhere in the fissures of my mind what he was about to say.
"I think I heard my mom coming." With that said, he resumed his frenzied actions, stopping in front of his telescope to gather my raincoat where I had dropped it.
My heart skipped a beat when his words settled in.
In the fastest way I'd ever know myself capable of moving, I leapt off the bed and grabbed my shirt from him, pulling it on.
Hopping on one leg to put on my jeans, I started making my way over to the landing that was outside his immediate room so that I could hide.
"Wasn't that one of the perks of you having your room all the way out here?" I slipped my other foot in. "So that your parents wouldn't bother us?"
He pushed the rest of my stuff into my arms and steered me towards the exterior of the strip of space.
"I thought they were asleep Clark." I turned to look at him when I got outside. "I swore their lights were turned off."
His face was clouded with nervousness. There were tight lines around his lips and his eyes had lost the hue of desire that was previously there. I also noticed that his hair clung, in tightly woven curls, to his forehead.
Sweat appeared to be a powerful adhesive.
"I know, I know." He whispered, quickly rubbing his hands over my bare forearms, then moving to step backwards. "Just try to be as quiet as you can okay?"
I nodded, thinking immediately about the shit loads of trouble I was going to be in if Mrs. Kent told my father that she had found me in Clark's room. I sighed in a way that could've been seen as relief. At least she hadn't found me underneath Clark and bra-less.
The air I had been exhaling caught in my throat.
"Oh My God." I gasped. My bra was still in there…lying in a less than inconspicuous place.
I silently hoped with every fiber of my being that Clark would notice it and hide it.
When I peeked in, however, the bra was still where he had previously thrown it.
I wanted desperately to call out to Clark- who had hopped back into the bed- but suddenly there was a loud creak from the floorboards.
I twisted myself out of sight just as Mrs. Kent opened the door.
"Clark?" She intoned, stepping into the room. "Are you asleep?"
When she didn't receive a response she began to cluck her tongue in way that sounded like disapproval.
I could hear her mumbling underneath her breath; something about lights and telling him in the morning.
Just as she went over to presumably turn off the self same lights she had been talking about, she stopped walking and then paused right where I swore my bra had landed. Praying fervently to God, I asked Him to show mercy. I asked Him if He wanted one of His children's lifespan to be abruptly shortened.
I held my breath as she started walking over to where I was hidden. Thinking that my father was going to be thrown into jail for killing Clark, I silently asked God if He would let that happen.
He must have answered my plea, because just then Clark wizened up to what was happening and gave a very convincing 'you-just-woke-me-up' type of call.
"Mom?"
Martha Kent stopped in her approach towards me, but didn't answer him. Instead she just stood there, as if she were considering.
Finally she spoke.
"Clark, how many times do I have to tell you to turn your light off?" Her voice was low but stern.
He yawned. "I'm sorry mom." He yawned again, but longer this time, perhaps for effect. "I'm really tired though, so can you finish yelling at me tomorrow?"
I heard her footsteps going back in the direction of the door.
Just when I thought she was about to leave, she paused in her tracks and told him: "I'll let you get away with it this time."
Then she continued walking, and left.
I exhaled the breath I had been holding, but not out of a sense of reprieve.
Maybe I was being delusional or maybe paranoia had set in, but there was something about the way Mrs. Kent said those words that made me feel as though she wasn't referring to only the lights.
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Jonathan Kent
I looked up at the ceiling, quietly pushing myself further into the bed. I scowled a little bit as my actions made the soreness around my neck flare up again. Enjoying the feeling of the soft material on my back I realized that my neck wasn't the only thing that was tender. My back ached, my legs ached…I twisted my body slightly, immediately regretting my actions…almost everything ached. But it was a good type of pain I told myself. One that left me feeling satisfied because I had accomplished more work than I had previously planned for myself. Closing my eyes and pulling the sheet over my body I turned on my side thinking that I was going to get a good nights rest.
I quickly re-opened my eyes when a thought occurred to me.
'Where was Martha?'
She said that she was going over to Clark's room to tell him something about his light; but how long did that really take?
Very much later, looking back at that moment, I would always say it was intuition—or maybe an untrained sixth sense—but at that very instance, Martha came into the room with a mixture of both worry and confusion on her face.
Seeing her in that state, I sat up in cautious alarm.
"What?"
She came further inside the room, shutting the door behind her and stopping to sit on my side of the bed. "What is it?"
She sighed and then shook her head.
"I thought Clark told me everything. I mean, even those things that make other sons and mothers uncomfortable." She looked at me with wide eyes "we would talk about it."
Moving to put a hand on her leg, I questioned her again; suddenly feeling worried myself.
"What isn't Clark telling us?" She looked over to the table that sat beside the bed and sighed for the second time that night. "What's going on?"
Her attention focused on me again. I could see the strain of a hard days work covering the plains of her face. Momentarily drifting away in my thoughts, I silently berated myself for having a job where she had to exert herself so much.
I know I could have invariably continued down that road, but my self-deprecating thoughts were cut down by the words that came out of her mouth.
"I think Clark and Chloe are having sex."
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