Note: Hey sorry bout the long wait. Please read and review. Also, does anyone know when Lana's exact birthday is? Plz email me if you do. (I need the info for the story)

Metropolis U: Lana Lang and Jane Grayson's dorm room

10:42 P.M.

Saturday, May 23rd

"Yeah, and the next guy after that wasn't any better. Instead of a loud, noisy club, he took me to this cowboy diner where all they sold were foods that give you a heart attack before fifty."

Lana was appalled. A ten minute account of all of Chloe's dates in the past four years could do that to you.

"Chloe...why—?" but Lana never got to finish her sentence since someone was knocking on the door. "Hold that thought."

Lana got up from the position from the floor and went over to her cream colored door. She opened the door slightly to peak at whoever was knocking.

"Clark?"

What's he doing here so late? I thought I told him no make-out session tonight....

"Lana!" Clark panted. He sounded like he had swum across an ocean just to get to her door.

"Clark, what are you doing here?"

"I remembered what you said last night; don't worry. I...I just need to talk to you...."

Lana stepped aside to let him in and sent Chloe an apologetic look. Chloe, however, shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. She looked happy to see her ex-best friend. Clark, on the other hand, didn't even notice Chloe and he walked past her and straight to Lana's pink bed since he was so absorbed in his thoughts.

Chloe gave a little cough since fifteen seconds had past and Clark still hadn't noticed her. "You gonna say hi, or what?"

Lana suppressed a giggle as Clark jumped a little ways off her bed and looked around for the assumed intruder. He then relaxed when his gaze fell on his favorite reporter.

"Chloe!? What are you doing here and what the heck happened to your hair?"

Chloe glanced at Lana before replying, "Someone must be rubbing off someone here."

Lana simply shrugged at Clark's confused expression before adding, "It looks like today's the day when you parade around in my panty hose Clark."

Now, it was both Chloe and Clark's turn to give Lana expressions of confusion.

"Okay...panty hoses and hair color...this has been a productive night," Chloe said with a smile.

"Chloe you still—," Clark started but someone's beeper was going off.

"It's mine," Chloe announced reaching into the depths of her purse to pull out an orange transparent beeper. "It's just Lois...I'm staying with her at her new apartment that her dad bought her."

"How is she anyway?" Lana asked as Clark stood up from Lana's bed and walked over to Chloe and Lana.

"She's doing okay...you know how things are at the Daily Planet."

Both Lana and Clark nodded. They both knew that Lois's new job was a touchy subject for Chloe because she was the one who had gotten Lois interested in journalism in the first place. And now, Lois was working at the Daily Planet while she was fresh out of NYU and looking for something to jump start her journalistic career. It didn't seem fair that Lois had gotten Chloe's dream job while she was practically living on the streets.

"So...Clark, you wanted to talk?" Lana remembered.

"Oh...umm...."

"It's okay guys; I can see I'm no longer wanted here," Chloe intervened, sensing the sudden tension that had filled the room. Lana and Clark looked like they had wanted to protest but Chloe cut them off. "Look, it's okay...I have to go anyway. Lois wants to take me out to this club and show me some hotties."

"Hotties?" Clark questioned.

"Yup, that's right Clark. Hotties. Do you want to tag along Lana?"

Lana busted into peals of laughter at the expression on her boyfriend's face.

"I don't think Lana's up to it...right?" Clark asked Lana uncertainly.

Lana would've kept on laughing if it wasn't for the sincere look of uncertainty on Clark's face.

Aww...poor baby.... He thinks I'm not interested in him anymore...which is the farthest thing from the truth.

"Sorry, Chloe...I think I'll pass tonight," Lana said with a smile. She walked over to her boyfriend and kissed him lightly on the cheek. Clark turned a shade of pink and a goofy smile crossed his face. It was a nice feeling to know that even after four years of ass-grabbing and heavy making out, Lana Lang could still make her prince charming weak in the knees with the simplest gestures of affection.

"Okay...I guess I'll see you two later," Chloe nodded at them both. Lana could tell Chloe was going to do something else but she wasn't sure. Lana shot Chloe a quizzical look. That was all it took for Chloe to walk two long strides to Clark and hug him tightly.

"Umm...I missed you too Chloe," Clark said surprised at Chloe's actions. Despite this, he hugged her back just as tightly.

"Sorry...I didn't mean to go all high school on you...." Chloe released Clark and started towards the door. "I'll see you both at graduation next week." And with that Chloe Sullivan walked out of Lana's dorm room.

A few seconds passed before Lana realized that her boyfriend was still in her room and it was almost eleven. Jane would be getting back from the party soon.

"So...if you didn't come here for a make-out session, then what are you doing here?" Lana asked Clark curiously as she pulled him over to her bed and sat him down.

"I'm not sure...."

"What do you mean? Are you sick?" Lana put her hand up to his forehead even thought she knew perfectly well that he couldn't get sick—well expect around kryptonite.

"No," Clark sighed heavily. Lana couldn't help but notice that he seemed to have the weight of the world around his shoulders again. He seemed to have that weight more recently now than ever. She wondered if it was because of graduation.

"Clark...is this about your biological father?"

Clark gave Lana a bittersweet smile. It was bitter because, yes, it was about Jor-el and his obsession to control his life. It was also sweet because like always, his girlfriend could read him as well as a book.

Lana, sensing that Clark was hurting in some way, reached over and clasped Clark's hand in hers. She squeezed it to indicate that he should continue.

"It's just...with graduation looming closer than ever, I just feel like I'm two completely different people again." He paused to recollect his thoughts.

Lana nodded empathically. She understood how Clark felt. There was a time before that she had felt exactly the same way. It was before she had really spoken to Clark and was with Whitney Fordman.

"Clark, it's okay to feel that way...I mean to feel scared and insecure of what's going to happen in the future...but somehow, someone out there finds a way to make it all work out." Lana smiled at Clark reassuringly and squeezed his hand tightly again.

Clark smiled a true smile this time.

She always knows how to make me feel better, doesn't she?

Lana leaned her head on Clark's shoulder and he leaned back on her pillows, bringing her with him. As she was about to cuddle up next to him, her phone rang.

Lana giggled as Clark groaned because she had gotten up to answer the phone.

"Hello?" Clark listened and watched Lana talk with whoever was on the phone. After a couple of minutes of 'uh huhs,' Lana finally hung up.

"Who was that?" Clark asked curiously as Lana cuddled up to him again. He placed his arms around her as if she were his teddy bear.

"That was Jane; she says that she's spending the night at her friend's apartment so I don't have to call the National Guard if she doesn't show up."

Clark chuckled and hugged Lana even tighter. After a few moments of silence, Lana decided to finally prod at the pensive expression on Clark's face.

"What are you thinking about?"

"About how nice this is....You know, just you and me together, doing absolutely nothing," Clark paused and bent down to kiss his girlfriend's cheek. "Also about how we've got the room all to ourselves tonight," added Clark with a cocky grin.

Mouth open, Lana smacked Clark's arm even though she knew it wouldn't hurt him a bit. "Clark Kent! What are you suggesting?!" demanded Lana with a tone that mocked anger.

"Nothing too special...I mean some music and candles would be nice; we don't need to go all out for tonight. Besides, you and your red-laced bra would make up for what we don't have."

"Clark, do you actually kiss your mother with that mouth?!"

"Yeah, but I do a lot of other things with it too." Clark turned Lana's head slightly around and kissed her hard.

Oh God....How does Clark do this? One minute I'm completely pissed off and shocked at him and the next I'm mush in his hands.

Clark smiled as he heard Lana moan softly. He gently bit her bottom lip to indicate that he wanted to feel the warmth of her sweet mouth. Lana quickly complied and opened her mouth as wide as it could go. Her pants got louder as Clark also did the same, his tongue prodding her mouth, exploring every sweet and salty spot there was until he had every inch of her mouth memorized. It was about two minutes that Clark realized that Lana's tongue wasn't all he wanted to feel. His hands started their own exploration of her body.

"Clark...we have to stop before we get carried away," Lana panted. Clark's hands were just about to make their way under her shirt.

Clark nodded and leaned his head against hers. In their moment of passion, Clark had switched positions with Lana and he was now lying on top of her.

When Lana's breathing returned to normal, she whispered, "Wow...that was amazing...."

"Yeah...." Clark smiled one of his goofy smiles and rolled off of Lana. Although his face remained free and happy, his mind was racing.

What would've happened if Lana hadn't come to her senses? I mean...would we have actually done it?

Clark knew that Lana wanted to wait after they got married to have sex. She had told him so a few months into their relationship. But, as graduation was looming nearer, he realized that despite his many attempts to keep his horniness levels down, he couldn't help wondering, wishing, fantasizing about their first time together.

"Clark?" Lana rolled over and rested her head against his chest, one hand snaked around his waist.

"Hmm?"

"I know what you're thinking about...." And when Clark didn't reply, Lana continued with, "I know it's hard waiting...but just think about how special our wedding night will be."

Clark knew that Lana only wanted one night that they would remember for all eternity, but it didn't stop him from wishing and lusting. After all, he was a guy; a guy who was madly in love with his girlfriend and hopefully soon-to-wife and was willing to do anything for her.

"I know Lana...that's why I'm willing to wait until that night comes."

Lana smiled sweetly and gave him a peck on the lips.

"I love you Lana."

Even though Clark had said those words a million times before, she couldn't help that her heart soared every time she heard them. It was a nice feeling knowing that someone loved you with all of their heart for who you are; perfections and imperfections.

"I love you too Clark."