Hey! I won't bore you all with a pointless author note, but I am really happy! My mom and sister let me open a Christmas present early and it was the third season of Smallville! Which i havent seen yet, so now I will be a little more knowledged. Yay! The sad part is, I just watched Exile and Pheonix, how depressing! We need to get Al/Miles fired! Hmm.. well anyway..now I just need seasons 1&2…
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Jason would be dead along with Lois, because of something deranged and tragic; and Lana and Clark would be together, I mean really together. I wouldn't be wasting my time writing fanfictions; I would be busy working out how to put as many make out scenes as possible in each episode!!! ::laughs evilly:: I don't think any of the ever-so-faithful Clana shippers would object though. hehe
AN: Sorry if it's a little short but its very crucial, as you will know after you read. BTW: I am looking for a beta reader, any takers? Email me. Oh and reviews would be nice.
Chapter 4 : A Pretty Picnic
A few moments later the arrived at the nearest park; basket and blanket in hand. They picked out a nice looking willow tree and set up their picnic under the billowing branches. The view was quite nice, Lana noted to herself. The tree was right next to a little lake with swans and ducks swimming over the massive amounts of koi. Lana was sitting on her butt with her legs tucked up next to her left hip. Clark was sitting opposite of her with his long legs folded funnily over each other in Indian style.
Clark rumaged through the basket, pulling out two grilled cheese sandwiches which were some how still warm, two cokes, and a plastic baggie with four freshly homemade chocolate cookies in it. Lana sighed, but smiled up at him.
"you know what; I'm not really hungry anymore." Clark smiled,
"to tell you the truth, me neither." They fell into an uncomfortable silence, then all at once started talking again.
"I'm sor-" they both stpped mid-sentence and fell silent for a moment before doing it again.
"oops. I didn't mea-"
They both broke into a nervous laughter, soon to be repaced by another bought of awkward silence. Lana fiddled with her fingers in her lap as she dazed off into her thoughts.
'damn, he looks so hot in that tight white t-shirt.. its sticking in just the right spots..if only you knew what you do to me Clark..' She felt the familiar tingle down her spine as her mind formed some pretty vivid images in her mind. 'how ironic that everyone thinks I am so innocent, I guess I don't really do anything to prove them wrong or make them think differently. Oh well.. maybe Clark can help me out with that one.'
She snapped out of it and gazed over at him. Clark was, of course, was looking up, almost longingly, at the bright stars in the dimming sky. Lana glanced down at his hand, which was centimeters from hers. She slowly nudged her hand closer and closer to his hand. Much to her dismay, just as she was about to conjur the courage to rest her hand upon his, he lifted his hand skyward at a constalation, obliviously muttering a soft,
"Lana, look." She obliged, a little grudgingly, but smiled again as she looked back to his handsom face. If he was too shy to make the first move, she resolved, she would help him out.
Lana leaned over, so she was practicly on top of him and smiled deviously before pressing her lips seductivly to his. Clark reponded instantly, caressing her soft skin on her cheek with his broad fingers. As she pulled her lips from his, he could still feel the lingering tingle in his blood deprived lips. She gave him an adorable little smile, her nose crinkling like he loved.
"You know Clark, even after all this time you are still one hell of a kisser."
He let out a soft chuckle at her announcement as he layed back on the ground, pulling her small form with him. He planted a soft kiss on the top of her headon her hairline, just like he always used to when they were last together. The painful memories brought a few tears to his eyes but he quickly blinked them back.
"I still love you Lana. I never stopped, and I don't think I ever will." She smiled against his chest as she whispered,
"I love you too Clark. I felt so guilty about never telling you that I still did. I tried so hard to get past you… move on with Jason, but I couldn't. I felt so guilty about–" He hushed her with a gentle kiss.
"It's okay now Lana. You are here in my arms and that's all that matters." She smiled yet again and let out a happy sigh. Clark lay there for a long time before he slowly helped her up and they reluctantly packed up the food and blanket into the basket, and walked hand in hand back to the truck and drove home into the silent night.
Once home in the warm kitchen of the Kent residence Clark left the basket with the food and blanket on the counter before speeding to get a pillow and some blankets and set up a bed on his bedroom floor. He led a tired Lana up to his room and helped her slip into his bed giving her a gentle kiss on her forhead. He went into the adjacent guest room and grabbed the squishy comforter from the bed and folded it in half on the floor next to his bed. He unfolded the quilted blanket he had found earlier and slipped under it. He rested his head on the pillow and closed his eyes sleepily.
"Clark?" Lana called into the darkness of his room. "Are you awake?" He sat up, concerned, and found her cute face he knew he truly loved.
"yea, is something wrong hun?" She shook her head, a small smile playing at her face.
"no, but I'm lonely. Would you mind coming up here with me?" He hesitated slightly, hoping his mother, or worse, his father didn't find them in the morning, but stood up after a second and slid under the warm blankets next to Lana and wrapped his arms around her small frame. Within a few moments both of them had fallen into a deep, comforting sleep in eachothers loving embrace.