Note: Sorry for the long wait, but I got sick and missed a couple days of school. So, now I'm trying to catch up on the work I missed. Anyway, hope you like this chap. It has clana in it :). Thanks for reviewing!
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Smallville: Apartment above the Talon
8:12 A.M.
Saturday, June 19th
Clark Kent rolled over on his side, perfectly content in dreamland where dream Lana was doing only things he could dream of to him. "Mmm…Lana…"
Meanwhile, in the real world, Lana Lang was busy throwing clothes around, frantically searching for an outfit that would take away all the sleepiness from her fiancé when he awoke, but was still conservative enough to not draw unwanted attention to her. Whoosh. A pink top landed on the lump that was Clark.
Lana giggled as Clark's soft snores stopped. Then, a hand went up to swat at the shirt that had hit him in the face. Lana, feeling sorry for disturbing his sleep, went over and picked it up. She watched as his once annoyed expression turn to content. She smiled, happy that she hadn't woken him yet; she was still wearing her robe and searching for clothes. Just as she was about to resume her mission for the perfect outfit, a hand reached out and grabbed her small wrist, pulling her back.
Clark's right hand went to rub his eyes and hair while his left one remained on her wrist. Lana grinned when his eyes flew open and a lazy smile crossed his face. "'Morning Angel," he said.
""Morning to you too, Handsome," Lana said back, teasing him with a nickname of his own. "I was going to surprise you with tight fitting jeans and a cute tee, but you're already up." Lana pouted to get him to play along.
Clark smiled widely and threw the covers off him, revealing his toned chest under the wife-beater he was wearing and flannel pants. He sat up and pulled Lana to his lap. "Aww…that's too bad…I guess you'll just have to surprise me by taking off that robe of yours."
Lana playfully slapped his hand as it snaked toward the knot holding the sides of the robe together. "Uh-uh…don't think so," Lana said, standing up and pulling him up with her. "How about a kiss instead?"
"Hey, at this point I'll take anything," Clark joked as Lana planted her lips on his. Clark's hands roamed her body, aching to tear the robe apart. He reached her perfectly rounded butt and squeezed. Lana took that as her cue to kiss harder.
Knock. Knock. Lana pulled away from Clark abruptly as the pounding on the door continued. Clark frowned and sighed, disappointed that someone had interrupted their kiss that was growing more passionate with every passing second. Lana obviously shared his disappointment as she buried her head in his chest.
"Hello? Clark? Lana?" a voice called from outside of the door.
Clark's expression perked up when he heard the voice of his best friend, Pete. "Pete? Is that you?"
"Yeah; who did you think it was? The cookie monster?" Pete Ross said. "What are you two up to? Making out again?"
Clark groaned as Pete finished announcing his and Lana's morning activities to the morning crowd of the Talon. "Could you say that any louder?"
"Opps. My bad, man," Pete apologized.
"Clark, go let him in; I'll go make us some coffee," Lana said quietly, but it was loud enough for Pete to hear.
"Nah, it's okay, Lana. Clark's mom sent me up here to tell you that Chloe's on her way to pick you up for your dress hunt. As for Clark, your mom wants to talk to you after you get done doing what you and Lana do in the mornings." After a pause, Clark could hear his fading footsteps.
"Well…I guess I should get dressed then." Lana gave Clark a quick kiss on the tip of his nose and headed toward her closet that had been opened earlier.
"And I'll go make coffee…although I don't see why we need to when we live above a coffee shop that serves pretty good coffee. Not to mention that my mom is the owner and my fiancé helps manages it sometimes," Clark added. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lana give a laugh and her nose crinkle up.
"Right…just go put on a fresh pot of coffee, okay?" Lana laughed and pulled down an outfit from the closet.
Clark stuck out his tongue playfully at her and padded barefoot toward the kitchen. The bathroom door shut as he started the coffee maker. A few minutes later, Lana came out wearing a white lace camisole and low-cut jeans. A mischievous smile crossed her face as she gave his butt a pat.
"Someone's a bit frisky this morning," Clark remarked as Lana tried to get a cup from the upper cabinets, but failed.
"Clark…?"
Clark easily reached up and got the pink cup that they had bought at a flea market. He handed it to her with a smile of amusement. Lana gave him a fake scowl that caused them both to laugh.
"You have no idea how much joy you bring into my day, Lana," Clark said, hugging his arms around her waist from behind her.
"Hmm…same to you," Lana said, pouring herself some coffee into the pink mug. "Clark…I really don't want to leave you today."
"Me too…" Clark showered her bare neck with kisses. "But, I'll be right here when you get back tonight. I'm not going anywhere."
"Good, because I expect more of your lovely kisses tonight," Lana said sipping the coffee and playing with Clark's dark curls with one hand. "Oww…"
"What?"
"I burned my tongue…ironic, huh? I used to own a coffee shop and I'm still burning my tongue…" Lana said lightly. She set the cup on the counter with a slight frown. Clark reached over and picked up the cup. He gently blew on it and handed it back to her.
Lana gave him a puzzled, but curious smile. Slowly, she brought the cup to her lips and sipped. Then, she set the cup down again and turned around in Clark's arms.
"What was that for?" Clark asked, referring to Lana lavishing him with her kisses.
"For using your super breath on my coffee."
"Hey, my powers are for saving the world and making Lana Lang, the object of my affection comfortable. Including, making her warm and toasty on the coldest nights or making her as cool as a melting ice cube on hot, sweaty, summer nights," Clark joked and kissed her on the head affectionately.
"Mmm…and your Clark Kent, the object of my most naughty, smutty, lustful dreams," Lana cooed. She gave a soft laugh when she heard Clark audibly gulp.
"Lana─"
"Hellooo? Hope I'm not interrupting anything!" someone called through the door, interrupting Clark.
"That's probably, Chloe," Lana stated, putting down her coffee mug and giving Clark a quick kiss complete with a devious wink. "I'll see you later, Baby."
Lana hurried to the door, the heels of her boot making clomping sounds. Clark followed her like a wounded, neglected puppy.
"Lana…you can't just leave when you've started something," Clark whined, putting on his best pout.
"Clark…I'll be back later to finish it and besides, a little waiting never hurt anyone," Lana said, putting on her jean jacket and grabbing her purse. "It'll just make your desire for me grow more."
Clark groaned and replied, "Lana, if my desire for you grows anymore, I'm going to…explode."
Lana giggled and kissed his cheek. "You're so adorable, Clark." She opened the door to find Chloe standing there tapping her foot impatiently.
"Ah…so Juliet manages to escape long enough from her Romeo to make time to spend with her best friend," Chloe said sarcastically.
"Hi to you too, Chloe," Clark said rather grumpily, still ticked off that Lana would leave him now just when they were getting started.
"Good Morrow to you, Romeo," Chloe greeted Clark. "And, if you will now let me have fair Juliet for the day, I will be forever in your debt."
"Yeah…whatever…" Clark said; feeling like it was too early in the morning for Chloe's antics.
"Just ignore him, Chloe…" Lana said, rolling her eyes. "He woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." She was now standing outside of the threshold.
"Speaking of bed...there's only one bed?" Chloe asked, looking surprised. "Ohh…I want details girl."
"I'm sure you do," Lana said, walking down the stairs with Chloe. She gave a little wave to Clark and another wink.
Clark smiled, amazed at how he couldn't refrain from not being mad at her for a couple of minutes. I really am hooked on her…
"Yo, Clark!" Pete came running up the stairs just as Clark was about to close the door. Clark rolled his eyes, thinking of how pathetic Pete's macho act was getting.
"Don't you roll your eyes at me," was how Pete started off their second conversation of that morning. "I just spoke to your mom downstairs and she wants to see you now."
Clark sighed, exasperated. "Pete, and how I would love to do that to please my mother, but if happen to take your eyes off that chick downstairs, you would notice that I'm still wearing my pajamas and my breath stinks."
"It does now, does it? Well, that didn't stop Lana from smooching you." Pete played off.
Clark had a sudden impulse to smack him upside the head but thought better of it. As much as Pete annoyed him sometimes, he didn't really want Pete walking around holding an ice pack up to his head. Instead, Clark opted to ignore his comment and let Pete into the apartment.
"There's coffee on the counter if you want some," Clark told him, grabbing a pair of fresh pants and a clean white shirt.
"Clark, there's coffee downstairs; why do you and Lana even bother making some? You know your mom would let you have some for free," Pete remarked, sitting down on one of the stools.
Clark shrugged and pulled off the wife beater, throwing on the white tee. "That's what I told Lana, but she gave me a whole list of reasons why. Something 'bout living on our own or something." He headed toward the bathroom, having gotten dressed already.
"Not even married yet and she wants to play house," Pete commented with a knowing look. "You, my friend, are going to have a handful on your hands; I can already tell."
"What do you mean?" Clark asked; preoccupied with trying to shave away at the little hairs that had sprouted on his chin and upper lip overnight.
"I mean, you guys have just been engaged and she's already setting house rules," Pete stated, picking up a random magazine that Lana must have bought off the kitchen counter.
"So, what's your point?" Clark asked a bit defensively. He lowered the razor and fixed his eyes on Pete at the counter. When it came to Lana and people making critical commentary about her, he was biased.
"That's my point," Pete said casually, flipping though the magazine. "You're acting like her dog or something."
"Well, I'm sorry, but it's a little something called love," Clark said with a hint of anger in his voice. He washed the razor under running water and wiped his face with a towel. "What's with you today?"
Clark's eyes followed Pete's movements. Pete threw the magazine on the counter and got off his stool in a huff. "I don't know what you mean," Pete said grudgingly.
"Okay…" Clark said uncertainly, feeling concern replace his anger from earlier. What was up with his best friend today? Pete dropped remarks here and there about how Clark should handle Lana, but it was in a light tone. He never meant them and Clark and him knew that.
Clark turned back to the sink and shrugged mentally. He figured he could ask Pete about it later. After all, they had a full day together. Better get this resolved then, Kent.
