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Smallville: Apartment above the Talon
9:41 A.M.
Saturday, July 3rd
"Lana, are you done yet?" Clark called from the bedroom he and his fiancé shared. He pulled a two button up shirts from their closet and laid them out on the bed. "I need help deciding which shirt to wear."
He heard her giggle softly from inside the bathroom and couldn't help but smile. Since the day that Lana had been nearly attacked to death, Clark had learned to appreciate every single moment he spent with her. From her quirky expressions to her simplest gestures of affection, Clark had memorized them all perfectly. He felt as though he should have done this the first day he set eyes on her, but what was done was done.
The blow dryer went on and Clark sat patiently on the bed, waiting for her to come out and work her sense of fashion. After a moment, the blower went off and the door creaked opened.
"Are you checking me out?" Lana asked as she crossed the room to get her change of clothes in only a white towel.
Clark blushed and smiled faintly, having been caught. "Hey, you're the one flaunting your stuff at me," he said, taking notice to her bending down to retrieve the hairbrush she had accidentally dropped.
Lana turned away and walked back to the bathroom to change, but not before Clark caught a glimpse of her small smile. The towel went flying out into the bedroom through the open door and Clark caught a peek at her nakedness but was soon obscured by the wall.
"So, what was your fashion dilemma?" Lana called from the confines of the bathroom walls that Clark was tempted to use his x-ray vision on. She came out again but this time she was dressed. Clark couldn't help suppress a damn from the voice inside his head.
"Which one?" Clark raised both shirts in the air as Lana surveyed both of them.
Clark saw her angelic face light up with a grin similar to a Cheshire cat. "How about neither?" Lana suggested with a crinkle of her nose.
"Lanaa," Clark whined as Lana plucked both shirts of his hands and pushed him onto the bed.
Lana quickly maneuvered herself on top of Clark and placed hot kissed trailing down his bare chest. "Mmm…yeah?"
"We're supposed to be getting ready for our parties," Clark said, sitting up and bringing Lana with him.
Lana pouted and buried her head in his shoulder, her small fingers grasping the curls at the nape of his hair. "As grateful as I am for Chloe and Pete putting together our parties…I just really want to spend today with you."
"Are you psychic or something?" Clark wondered. "Because, that's how I'm feeling too."
Lana giggled and picked his two shirts off the floor. She held the black one up and brought it to his chest, as if seeing how he would look in it.
"You think this looks good on me?" Clark questioned with one eye brow lifted. "What happened to not letting me wear black without you around?"
Lana shrugged and simply replied, "I trust that you won't go running off with the next scantily dressed girl around who happens to notice your physic in that black shirt."
Clark laughed and pulled her close to him, smelling her perfume and scent. "I love you."
"I love you too," Lana sighed, "which makes it even harder to leave you…"
"Why don't we just stay here?" Clark said, feeling irrationality taking over. "We could just make up some excuse to Pete and Chloe…" He set the black shirt on the bed and slowly pulled Lana on top of him again so that they were lying on the bed.
"Mmm…as much as I want to…you said it yourself—we should be getting ready," Lana said with a smile, kissing his toned chest and sitting up. She placed the shirt on top of Clark's chest and got out of his embrace.
"Darn…why did I have to fight you earlier?" Clark asked jokingly, regretting being the voice of rationality earlier. He shrugged the black dress shirt on and began buttoning it up.
"Can you believe that it's only two weeks away from our wedding?" Lana ran the brush through her dark hair and turned to face Clark who was still on the bed. A small smile fell upon her face and Clark felt his heart melt at the sight of it.
"Two weeks until you become Mrs. Clark Kent," he said, crossing the room to where she was standing. He placed both arms around her tiny figure and lovingly kissed her forehead.
Lana leaned against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mmm…Mrs. Clark Kent sounds nice, doesn't it? It has a certain ring to it…"
Clark grinned and ran his arms down her body. "Two weeks and you'll be all mine…" he said with eyes filled with love and lust for her.
"I have a feeling you're not only talking about me changing my last name from 'Lang' to 'Kent.'" Lana said thoughtfully, looking into his green eyes. "Already have plans for our wedding night, Mr. Clark Kent?"
Clark grinned even wider and winked, causing a giggle out of Lana. They continued holding and enjoying each other's company until a 'knock' at the door interrupted the moment.
Clark pulled away gently and said, "That's probably Pete."
Lana nodded, knowing it was time for the day to begin. "Guess I'll see you tonight then?" she asked, kissing him on the cheek. "And don't drink too much," she warned him as he made his way toward the door.
"Alcohol doesn't affect me, remember?" Clark said, smiling at her. Lana sighed and made hand movements of shooing him away.
"Hey, Lana," Pete said as soon as Clark opened the door. He greeted Clark with a manly hug. "So, how's the wedding coming along? You find your dress yet?"
"Yup," Lana said nonchalantly. "But Clark here will have to wait until I'm walking down the aisle to see it." She shot him a teasing smile and Clark responded with a fake pout.
"By the way," Lana said, leaning against the kitchen counter with one leg crossed over the other. "I was wondering if the best man has a date because the maid of honor is still looking for one." Lana sent Clark a secretive smile, remembering their plans of getting Pete and Chloe together.
Clark winked at his fiancé and turned to Pete, happy to see that Lana's words had the desired effect on him. "Well, best man, what do you think?"
"Uhh…" Pete stammered.
"So I'll tell Chloe you'd be happy to go with her?" Lana said with a knowing smile.
Pete nodded then seemed to snap out of his trance. He gave a cough then said, "Well…we'd better get going, Clark. I told Colin we'd give him a call when we get there. And, I still have best man duties to do."
"Best man duties, huh?" A curious expression crossed Lana's facial features, but neither Clark nor Pete gave her anymore information.
Clark gave Lana a quick kiss on the lips and a whispered "I love you."
"Do I have to drag you out of the door?" Pete said loudly as Clark pulled away from Lana. "'Cause you know I will."
"I'd like to see you try," Clark huffed humorously as he was pushed out the door by Pete.
Lana laughed and waved 'bye.' "Have fun and try not to get too crazy!" She moved toward the door to close it, but was stopped by the sight of Chloe running up the steps leading to the apartment.
Lana opened the door a bit wider to allow Chloe to squeeze through. "You're early, Chloe."
Chloe waved it off. "Yeah, I know. But, Pete told me Clark and he were heading into the city early today and I figured I'd save you from the extreme boredom that would ensue upon their departure."
"But isn't the shower in the evening? I thought Mrs. Kent said she was closing the Talon early for it." Lana walked over to the kitchen and began making some coffee, seeing that Chloe hadn't bought any coffee from the Talon yet.
"Yeah, but I figured we could go shopping—we haven't bought any shoes to go with the dresses yet and we still have to schedule manicures, hair, etc. Not to mention we have to check up on the caterers to make sure they didn't cancel on us─"
"Whoa!" Lana whipped around to face Chloe who was still spouting off a list of things to be done. "I thought I was the bride here."
"Well I'm your maid of honor," Chloe said, walking over to where Lana was standing. "Besides, you already have a lot of stress on you; I figured I could try to relieve some of that stress by keeping everything together."
Lana smiled, grateful to have such a good friend. "Thank you, Chloe." She pulled Chloe into a sisterly hug. "I have been sort of stressing this week…I guess I've just been trying to keep it all in so Clark wouldn't start stressing either.'
Chloe nodded, understanding where Lana was coming from. "Have you and Clark decided who's going to be walking you down the aisle?" Chloe asked gently, knowing it was a touchy topic for her. The last time she had brought it up was in front of Clark, his mother, and Lana. Least to say, it wasn't a very happy dinner.
Lana's face fell, but her content expression soon came bouncing back when she saw the caring smile Chloe had on her face. "Well…Clark and I have sort of been avoiding it..."
"You're going to have to talk about it sooner or later," Chloe said quietly. "But, that's just my two cents," Chloe added quickly.
Lana smiled and nodded. "I'll talk to him about it tonight."
"Good…" Chloe said, feeling like she had finally done something right as maid of honor. "Why don't we head into town as soon as the coffee's done?"
"You haven't had your coffee fix today, I take it?" Lana got two mugs out of the cupboard.
"Not even a sip," Chloe said laughing as Lana poured her a cup of hot, steaming coffee.
