Awkard but determined, Clark steeled himself and walked straight into the Torch office. He knew Chloe would be there, and sure enough, she sat typing away on her favorite terminal, engrossed in some editorial or another. He was about to clear his throat to draw her away, but remembering the last time, he thought better of it. Slipping over to her with super-human grace, he lowered himself into the chair and granted her with a small smile she hadn't seen in a week. 'Not since that night,' she thought, as she returned it, incredulous but not unwelcoming. Thrilled at the fact he'd finally approached her. She looked startling in red today, black denium hugging her hips in all the right places and hair unstyled, as usual, but still radiating an almost tangible sadness when left to her own devices. Clark seemed sucked into his own little world, sunk into his thoughts on what he wanted to say, not bothering to hide the gears working behind his eyes from her. It never worked unless she really wanted it to, and even then it was iffy. Chloe was too preceptive to be drawn in to his lies if she didn't want to believe them. It was what had made her so dangerous to begin with.
"Chloe, we have to talk about what happened. You know we do." Clark blew some air out of his cheeks, leaning forward with his hands on his knees. 'Pensive,' she decided, her writers mind a constant account descibing life around her, colored with her words more then her perspective. It was like she was writing the story of her life perpetually, and it gave her an excellent memory for faces and what people were feeling at certain times, like the expressions were cataloged on notecards in her minds eye. Recalling Clark's face that night, the intensity of the pain she'd caused, she felt relieved he was willing to finally speak of it instead of pretending it never happened. Bursting with the things she'd been thinking since, she started to reveal it all to him.
"I know, Clark. I want to, desperately. I need--" He hushed her, not rudely, not interrupting, really, just quieting her urgently. There was a look playing in his eyes that made her see it, if it wasn't already resonating around in her mind from his tone. She watched him, interested and startled.
"Not here, Chloe. Come with me now?" It was a question, not an order, and Chloe agreed. Whatever it was he needed to say, it was important.
"Alright. Lets go." Her green eyes glowed with questions, all unanswered, none of which she dare ask. 'Best to let him do the talking.' Her whole attitude was one of immense interest, though even that couldn't conquer her joy over the fact Clark had reached out. Still, that damned common sense in the back of her brain piped up, scolding her and telling her it was most likely bad news. The kind that sold her beloved news papers and that she least wanted to hear.
Following Clark down the hall, he held her hand protectively as he steered her through the empty halls. Something he'd never done except at the dance that night of the twisters, their first and only date. It seemed more tender and possive now though, but she ushered the thoughts away, chalking it up to imagination. He lead her around to his car, sat her down, and kept his glancing jumping from the road, to the rear view mirror, to her, with a strange light she couldn't place in them.. Clark parked at a recluse part of the woods on the northside of Smallville, a part she'd never seen. Silently, he nodded for her to wait, as he jumped out of the car and pulled her door open for her, helping her out gentlemanly. Clark seemed odd to her somehow, different. 'It's the way he's acting. As though, he's interested in me? Nah, not Clark.' Again she threw the thoughts out, wondering what had brought them on.
Then leading her over to a tree a few feet away, Clark swept her into a kiss. A passionate one at that. She was surprised, tried to pull away, but he backed her up against a tree. Pulling out of the kiss, she was stunned. It was familiar but distinctly seperate from how Clark usually was. This time, there was a real, raw feeling there. A kind of longing for her. She'd felt it surge through her as their lips had touched, her blonde hair tickling his chin as she leaned on the balls of her feet into his body. There was no need for it, he was practically holding her up as it was, handing crawling down to the small of her back, settling there.
When they parted, she breathed out, astonishingly giddy from the hormones rushing through her ears, drowning out her senes. Yes, the kiss, his touch, it was all as she remembered, but there was a hunger behind the action that was never there before. A sort of intimatacy she'd never felt before, as though they were old souls, rekindling a long-lived passion. And for a second, she was lost in the moment, the thoughts in her head long gone and a craving for more coarsed through her veins. Every feeling she'd had for him returned tenfold. If she'd thought she was in love before, she was wrong. She'd only known a shallow pool of feelings and heartbreak. Not like this. This was real. And it was with Clark.
But even in heaven, reality has to catch up. And unfortunately, it did.
Chloe was catching her breathe as Clark bent down a bit and whispered in her ear. Expecting sweet nothings, she got zilch of the kind. Just a slow shiver up and down her spine. "Relax," he soothed lustfully, "we're being watched. But don't look now, in a minute you can. A man in a dark red jeep has been following us for fourteen miles. Might be nothing, but I can't risk it. What I've got to say is too important. So make this look real, alright? Please?"
Chloe's heart skipped a beat, disapointed but realizing it was for the best. Clark and her would never work out, and she thought she'd been over him for months now. But that kiss...So animalistic and full of depth and mystery. It had brought everything back. Drawing back up, he held her close, and she looked deep in his eyes. There was sparkle there, something that had been drawn out by the kiss. Something she knew she'd seen but couldn't place. Nodding with a wide smile, she decided to enjoy it. Her slight frame leaned coyly against the curve of his hip, and she drew herself up to reach his lips. It had the same, raw, uninhibited power behind it. Dragging the feeling out, the two kissed, playing off each other and their brief gazes rose in intensity, penetrating each others souls and hearts, pure in bliss the two hung in a stich in time. There was an attraction here, she felt it reverbertating within her, even as Clark glanced around and finally pulled back after about ten minutes. Suddenly, it hit her where she'd seen the sparkle in his eye. It had been there after they'd last kissed, at the dance. Something she'd never noticed when he looked at Lana. 'Just at me.' She inwardly grinned like a fiend.
His smile was the most charming, happiest expression she'd ever seen him wear. For a moment, he was just Clark. The world was off his shoulders and he looked almost dizzy with feelings. But it flashed away and he took her hand, caressing her soft, silky cheek for a second before pulling her off a ways to a clearing in the woods. "It's safe here," he explained, seating her on a log and glancing around. Soft light filtered through the trees, illuminating the scene of lush trees and incredible natural essence around them. Beautiful as it was, the scenary was lost on Chloe. She was too preoccupied with looking at Clark. Though he was his old, back-to-business self, there was no denying the look in his eye. He'd felt the deep, soulful connection too. It was what she'd seen in his wide smile. And it was enough.
Thoughts? Feelings? Rant on.
"Chloe, we have to talk about what happened. You know we do." Clark blew some air out of his cheeks, leaning forward with his hands on his knees. 'Pensive,' she decided, her writers mind a constant account descibing life around her, colored with her words more then her perspective. It was like she was writing the story of her life perpetually, and it gave her an excellent memory for faces and what people were feeling at certain times, like the expressions were cataloged on notecards in her minds eye. Recalling Clark's face that night, the intensity of the pain she'd caused, she felt relieved he was willing to finally speak of it instead of pretending it never happened. Bursting with the things she'd been thinking since, she started to reveal it all to him.
"I know, Clark. I want to, desperately. I need--" He hushed her, not rudely, not interrupting, really, just quieting her urgently. There was a look playing in his eyes that made her see it, if it wasn't already resonating around in her mind from his tone. She watched him, interested and startled.
"Not here, Chloe. Come with me now?" It was a question, not an order, and Chloe agreed. Whatever it was he needed to say, it was important.
"Alright. Lets go." Her green eyes glowed with questions, all unanswered, none of which she dare ask. 'Best to let him do the talking.' Her whole attitude was one of immense interest, though even that couldn't conquer her joy over the fact Clark had reached out. Still, that damned common sense in the back of her brain piped up, scolding her and telling her it was most likely bad news. The kind that sold her beloved news papers and that she least wanted to hear.
Following Clark down the hall, he held her hand protectively as he steered her through the empty halls. Something he'd never done except at the dance that night of the twisters, their first and only date. It seemed more tender and possive now though, but she ushered the thoughts away, chalking it up to imagination. He lead her around to his car, sat her down, and kept his glancing jumping from the road, to the rear view mirror, to her, with a strange light she couldn't place in them.. Clark parked at a recluse part of the woods on the northside of Smallville, a part she'd never seen. Silently, he nodded for her to wait, as he jumped out of the car and pulled her door open for her, helping her out gentlemanly. Clark seemed odd to her somehow, different. 'It's the way he's acting. As though, he's interested in me? Nah, not Clark.' Again she threw the thoughts out, wondering what had brought them on.
Then leading her over to a tree a few feet away, Clark swept her into a kiss. A passionate one at that. She was surprised, tried to pull away, but he backed her up against a tree. Pulling out of the kiss, she was stunned. It was familiar but distinctly seperate from how Clark usually was. This time, there was a real, raw feeling there. A kind of longing for her. She'd felt it surge through her as their lips had touched, her blonde hair tickling his chin as she leaned on the balls of her feet into his body. There was no need for it, he was practically holding her up as it was, handing crawling down to the small of her back, settling there.
When they parted, she breathed out, astonishingly giddy from the hormones rushing through her ears, drowning out her senes. Yes, the kiss, his touch, it was all as she remembered, but there was a hunger behind the action that was never there before. A sort of intimatacy she'd never felt before, as though they were old souls, rekindling a long-lived passion. And for a second, she was lost in the moment, the thoughts in her head long gone and a craving for more coarsed through her veins. Every feeling she'd had for him returned tenfold. If she'd thought she was in love before, she was wrong. She'd only known a shallow pool of feelings and heartbreak. Not like this. This was real. And it was with Clark.
But even in heaven, reality has to catch up. And unfortunately, it did.
Chloe was catching her breathe as Clark bent down a bit and whispered in her ear. Expecting sweet nothings, she got zilch of the kind. Just a slow shiver up and down her spine. "Relax," he soothed lustfully, "we're being watched. But don't look now, in a minute you can. A man in a dark red jeep has been following us for fourteen miles. Might be nothing, but I can't risk it. What I've got to say is too important. So make this look real, alright? Please?"
Chloe's heart skipped a beat, disapointed but realizing it was for the best. Clark and her would never work out, and she thought she'd been over him for months now. But that kiss...So animalistic and full of depth and mystery. It had brought everything back. Drawing back up, he held her close, and she looked deep in his eyes. There was sparkle there, something that had been drawn out by the kiss. Something she knew she'd seen but couldn't place. Nodding with a wide smile, she decided to enjoy it. Her slight frame leaned coyly against the curve of his hip, and she drew herself up to reach his lips. It had the same, raw, uninhibited power behind it. Dragging the feeling out, the two kissed, playing off each other and their brief gazes rose in intensity, penetrating each others souls and hearts, pure in bliss the two hung in a stich in time. There was an attraction here, she felt it reverbertating within her, even as Clark glanced around and finally pulled back after about ten minutes. Suddenly, it hit her where she'd seen the sparkle in his eye. It had been there after they'd last kissed, at the dance. Something she'd never noticed when he looked at Lana. 'Just at me.' She inwardly grinned like a fiend.
His smile was the most charming, happiest expression she'd ever seen him wear. For a moment, he was just Clark. The world was off his shoulders and he looked almost dizzy with feelings. But it flashed away and he took her hand, caressing her soft, silky cheek for a second before pulling her off a ways to a clearing in the woods. "It's safe here," he explained, seating her on a log and glancing around. Soft light filtered through the trees, illuminating the scene of lush trees and incredible natural essence around them. Beautiful as it was, the scenary was lost on Chloe. She was too preoccupied with looking at Clark. Though he was his old, back-to-business self, there was no denying the look in his eye. He'd felt the deep, soulful connection too. It was what she'd seen in his wide smile. And it was enough.
Thoughts? Feelings? Rant on.