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Smallville: the apartment above the Talon
11:02 A.M.
Sunday, May 31st
"I can't believe it's over!"
Clark chuckled as his girlfriend flopped down on their newly bought couch. She was wearing a pink camisole with gray sweatpants while he was wearing his usual attire: jeans, a flannel shirt, and some work boots.
"Neither can I," Clark said as he gently laid down a box full of appliances and such onto the hardwood floor. He was referring to graduation. "Well at least we have the rest of our lives to look forward to."
Lana smiled a charming smile at her boyfriend. "Hmm…it depends on if I get to spend the rest of my life with a certain special someone."
"Oh really? And who would this certain special someone be?" asked Clark going along with her game.
"Pete Ross. Don't you think he's so cute?"
Lana nearly doubled over laughing at the look on her honey's face. It was just too much for her.
"Oh really?" Clark repeated, faking a hurt expression.
"Yup."
"Well I think I'll just have to change your mind."
"Oh really? And how do you plan on doing that?"
"By doing this." And with that, he swiftly walked over to her and pushed her down so she was lying on the couch and he was on top of her.
His lips crashed harshly against hers, but at the same time it was gentle. He sucked on her now cherry red lips and gently pushed against her lips, trying to pry them open. Lana quickly obliged and let his tongue swirl ever so skillfully in her mouth. Lana, deciding she had had enough of his sweet torture, fought back. She took his tongue in her mouth and sucked, hard. It was enough to raise a moan from her lover's mouth and cause blood to rush southward. When Lana's lungs started to hurt and her head began to spin, she pulled away with an audible 'pop.'
After a few moments of panting, Clark sat up and pulled Lana up with him.
"So, did I manage to sway your opinion?"
Lana just gave him a sweet smile which led to Clark putting on a cocky grin.
"I can see your ego getting bigger by the minute," Lana stated as she adjusted her shirt and got up from the couch.
Clark chose to ignore that comment and followed her to their small kitchen where she was preparing a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for the both of them.
"Do you have any ketchup?" Clark asked as he rummaged through her fridge.
"Yeah…why do you ask?"
"Just want some for my half of the sandwich."
Clark looked up just in time to see his girlfriend scrunch her nose up in a way that suggested disgust. "What?"
"Nothing…." she said, but Clark wasn't convinced.
"Oh, c'mon, don't tell me you've never tried it before."
"Okay then, I won't," Lana said with a small smile as she turned to hunt through a box of kitchen appliances and utensils. "Clark, where did you put our dishes that your mom gave us?"
"At the bottom of the box," he replied as he pulled out the ketchup and grabbed their sandwich from the counter top.
"The bottom?" Lana asked incredulously. "Clark, I have to take everything out just to get a plate!"
"Lana, whoa! Why did you go PMS on me all of a sudden?" he asked with his eyebrows arched, a sandwich and ketchup bottle in his hands.
They stood facing each other and for a few seconds all they could do was stare at each other. Lana replayed the last, few moments in her head and it suddenly struck her how silly they must have looked. She was about to go through of box of small kitchen appliances just to look for one plate, and he was about to put ketchup on a dripping PB and J sandwich.
Clark was about to ask if he should go to the store to get her anything to fill her PMS needs, but Lana cut him off with loud snorts of laughter.
It was several seconds before Clark registered that Lana wasn't mad or upset at him. Her outburst earlier was probably one of those Lana-Lang-the-perfectionist moments.
"Right…so you want to go into the living room and try PB and J with ketchup?" he said with an amused smile as he grabbed her hand and tugged her out of the kitchen.
Smallville: the apartment above the Talon
12:36 A.M.
Monday, June 1st
"So, what was that outburst all about earlier?" Clark asked as he helped Lana spread a blanket over her bed.
It was now midnight since he and Lana had spent the rest of the day pigging out on chips and pizza and watching sappy, romantic movies of Lana's choice, of course. The only movie Clark didn't snore through or roll his eyes at was The Ring.
"Hmm…?" Lana yawned sleepily.
Clark chuckled at her cuteness. He couldn't believe that it was about a week ago that he was complaining about his life.
What was there to complain about? I mean, I have a full degree from Metropolis U which guarantees a job at almost any place and I have a girlfriend that most guys would kill to be with.
In truth, Clark hoped that in a several days, Lana would be more than his girlfriend. Yup, that's right; Clark Kent was going to ask Lana Lang to be his wife. Of course, he still had to talk it over with his mom, Pete, and Nell, but if everything worked out, Lana Lang would soon be engaged to Clark Kent. That is, if she agrees.
"Clark?"
Clark looked down at his angel who was now lying half covered on the bed. She had an expression on her face that clearly read that she needed some sleep.
"Are you okay Clark? You kinda zoned out on me there."
Clark smiled sheepishly at her. "Yeah…I was just thinking about the future; our future."
"Hmm…that sounds nice." She gave him a sleepy, lazy smile.
Clark sat down on the bed; careful not to sit on her legs.
"What do you see of when you think of the future?"
Clark watched, mesmerized, as she slowly sat up bringing the lavender sheets up with her. She was still wearing the light pink camisole from earlier, but she had traded in her sweatpants for black boy shorts. Clark's heart had nearly jumped out of his chest at the sight of her in such revealing clothes. He had told his heart that it had better get used to it since they were going to be living together.
"I don't know…." she said taking in his appearance. He had changed out of usual clothes and into a white t-shirt and checkered boxers. She could make out his rippling muscles under his shirt. His chin had stubble on it since he hadn't bothered shaving that morning.
Clark, knowing that Lana was eyeing him, slipped under the covers and held her close to him, cuddling her. It was several minutes of just sitting there, enjoying each other's company before Lana softly spoke up.
"I see you, holding me and me knowing that nothing could ever harm me while I'm in your arms." Lana looked at Clark with teary eyes as he gently planted a kiss on the top of her head.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked with concern as he wiped a fallen tear from her face.
Lana smiled through her tears and nodded her head. "I just remembered how complete and happy you make me. I just can't imagine a life without you." Lana gave a fairly large sniffle and clung on to Clark even harder.
"Lana, it's okay," he soothed, running a hand through her silky hair. "I'll never leave you…you know that right?"
"I know Clark. It's just with graduation over…there's a cloud of uncertainty hanging over our heads…."
"But it's like what you said before: someone out there finds a way to make it all work out," Clark said thoughtfully.
"What if they don't?" Lana whispered almost fearfully as she raised her head to look into Clark's pools of hazel eyes.
"Then I'll find a way," he said firmly kissing her on the cheek.
Lana's tear-stained face split into a smile filled with reassured hope. "Clark?"
"Hmm?"
"I see me in front of a yellow house, waiting for someone. A miniature you would be running around with sunflowers. And then, you'd come. You would fly in and ruffle our son's hair just like your father used to do to you. Then, you'd come over to me and kiss me and tell me that you love me."
Clark positively smiled at the thought of having children someday with Lana. He knew that the concept to a scientist would be out of the question, but he wasn't a scientist. He was simply an alien that loved his girlfriend to death and would do whatever she wanted, even adopt a child for her happiness.
"Is that what you really see?" Clark asked with hopefulness, as though doubting her.
"Yeah, that's what I see." She spoke with such conviction in her voice that Clark didn't dare question her even if he had wanted to.
"Then that's what I see too."
Lana beamed at his comment and placed a kiss on his cheek. Clark couldn't help but chuckle when her smile turned to a yawn moments later.
"Looks like someone's sleepy."
"Mmm…aren't you?"
"No—o," he said trying to stifle his own yawn.
"Right…." she said with a drowsy smile.
"I think I'll go set up the couch now so you can get some sleep." Clark made to get up from the bed, but Lana's hand grasped his wrist. He sent her a questioning look.
"Don't go…stay here with me…." she said almost inaudibly, but Clark's super hearing picked it up just fine.
"Are you sure?"
Lana gave him another lazy smile and slide under the covers again. She tugged Clark's hand to emphasize that she was sure when he didn't mimic her actions. He sluggishly slipped under the covers with her and held her lovingly.
"Don't even try anything," Lana warned through another yawn.
"I wouldn't dream of it," he replied as he glided her long, black hair away from her neck and kissed her sweetly. "I love you Lana." But all he got in response was soft, barely audible snores. He found himself chuckling to himself and closed his eyes. Soon, he was in a world filled with hopes, love, and not a single despair in sight.
