Lana POV
Back in the house, I threw my jacket off and sat on the sofa as I watched Clark make his phone calls. He spoke to the sheriff and tried as best as he could to explain the danger Alexa posed without sounding like a maniac himself. The sheriff said she'd start a search party immediately. However, when Clark suggested she take something made of lead with her, like say a lead pipe, she laughed.
"You know sheriff," Clark was saying in as controlled a voice as possible, "With as much strange 'coincidences' that happen in Smallville I thought you would be a little more open to the possibility that Alexa Santiago is not a normal teenage girl with, as you say, "A jealous streak". The "green-eyed monster" is not what's at work here sheriff. It goes a lot deeper than that. Please just do what I'm suggesting. Whether or not you believe me about her mind-control powers is irrelevant if in the long run my suggestions can help save both you and your men from possible harm."
Several seconds passed as Clark waited in silence for the sherrifs reply. "Yes, a lead pipe or anything containing lead. Yes Sheriff. Thank you."
The phone call to Chloe took the longest with her journalist's instincts kicking in big time. Her 'need to know' persona was in overdrive as she questioned Clark on every detail not to mention screaming at me when Clark handed me the phone for being so "impulsive".
"You could have gotten hurt Lana! Are you nuts? What if-." Chloe started.
"Chloe," I said cutting her off. "I appreciate your concern, but I can't take the "you could've gotten yourself killed" speech right now."
Chloe didn't say anything for about 30 seconds before replying, "Okay Lana." Chloe started in a false cheery voice. I guess she decided to ignore my sarcasm. "Well, just so that you're on the up and up, Clark asked me to look into this lead thing. I'm going to do some research and get back to you guys ASAP."
"Alright. Thanks Chloe." I said softly.
"Oh and Lana?"
"Yeah Chloe?"
There was silence on the other line as Chloe contemplated what to say. "Be careful. I don't feel like losing my roommate. I mean who else is going to help me with dish duty you know?"
I laughed slightly and said, "Okay Chloe. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." I stopped speaking for a moment before saying, "Clark is here." I glanced at Clark and watched him watching me. A meaningful look passed between us. Clark's blue-gray eyes searched my face for a moment before he smiled softly. My heart started to beat faster as our staring contest continued way past the breaking point.
"Lana?" Chloe's voice snapped me out of my reverie.
"Oh, umm. Anyway Chloe I'll talk to you later on tonight." I said unsteadily.
"Riiiiiiight. Bye Lana."
Chloe hung up before I could reply. Not that I think I could've. Clark's eyes were still on me as I hung up the phone.
"Lana?" Clark asked me softly.
I got up and slowly walked toward Clark, never taking my eyes away from his face.
What am I doing? I asked myself.
But I knew exactly what I was doing.
No more heartache.
No more pain.
Deep down I knew Clark would never make the first move. Not at the point he and I were in our relationship. He didn't want to risk hurting me. Not anymore. This time I would have to do the risking.
I reached up for Clark's face and pulled his head down to mine. I kissed him softly at first. Hesitant. I stopped and looked into his eyes and saw the turmoil there. But behind that turmoil was passion. A passion so deep it looked like it would consume him if I didn't finish what I had started.
I let my hand linger at his cheek before sliding it into his hair feeling the soft and silky waves sift through my fingers. I tugged his head down and kissed him with all the passion I felt in my heart all the love in my soul.
Clark made a muffled moaning sound. A sound of complete abandonment. A sound familiar to my own muffled cries.
Clark reached behind me and deepened the kiss pulling me towards him, making my back arch in the process. His hands caressed my back as I subconsciously started grinding against him. Clarks' moans were becoming more distinct when I realized what I was doing. Clark must have realized what was happening when I did. We both pulled away at the same time gasping for air.
"Clark, I-."
"Lana, I-."
Dammit. Not this again.
Clark lowered his eyes for a moment and shifted nervously. I guess I was going to have to be the strong one again. I was going to have to open my heart and damn the consequences. If I wanted to be happy, if I wanted Clark, this was what had to be done.
"Clark, look at me." I waited for Clark to raise his eyes to meet mine. "Clark, I don't know what's happening right now. All I know is that I like it. A lot. I need you in my life Clark. There is noone else but you. It's always been you. Please stop shutting me out. Just take me with open arms and I'll promise I'll do the same."
Clark looked at me. Hope in his eyes.
"But I need you to be honest with me. I need you to stop lying and start believing in me. In us." At my words, the hope I had seen was banished from his eyes and immediately replaced by regret and that look I had come to realize as fear.
"Lana, you don't know what you're asking of me." Clark's eyes dropped down.
I stepped forward until there was as little space between us as there was when we had kissed.
I looked up at Clark, into those eyes I had dreamed nightly about.
My voice came out as a whisper as I said something he hadn't heard in a very long time.
"Clark………I love you." The pressure in the air changed as what I had just said hit Clark. I'm sure he knew that already, what with our fight earlier today. But to actually hear it, for it to actually come out of my mouth…..I think it blew him away. Just like it was doing to me. "I know your scared Clark. I know that whatever your secret is, it haunts you on a daily basis. But I'm scared too. I was scared to tell you that I…..love you but I did it anyway because I think your worth it. I think we're worth it." I looked up at Clark my eyes and face pleading with him to hear what I was saying. To understand.
His silence was unbearable. And I started to step away. "You know Clark, you're wrong. I know exactly what I'm asking of you. I know it's not easy. I just don't think you know what you want anymore-."
Clark grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him. He looked down into my face and said in a tortured voice, "I know what I want Lana. What I want is you. But I can't be that selfish. There is so much you don't know. So much you probably wouldn't understand."
"Give me the chance to decide for myself Clark!" I said loudly. "Just give me the same faith I put in you everyday."
I put my hands on Clark's head and forced him to look me in the eyes. "Please." I whispered.
Clark's hands were shaking and I could feel his heart pounding frantically with the need to just release whatever was pent up inside of him.
"Please Clark." I repeated. My heart was pounding just as much as his was, maybe even more so.
"I am scared Lana." Clark said. My poor heart lurched.
My knight in shining armor, my fearless soldier was actually admitting to me that he was less than the courageous man he had shown himself to be day after day. Did this make me think less of him? Never. I loved him even more.
I put my arms around his waist and pulled him close to me, hugging him fiercely.
"Like I said before, its okay to be scared but don't be scared of me or my reaction. Let me help you Clark. I love you." I said again. It was getting easier to say each time I said it.
Clark shivered slightly at my words. He reached behind my neck and bent it back so that I was once again looking into his eyes.
"I've loved you since the first day I set eyes on you. I've never stopped. I never will." Clark lowered his head to mine and soon we were kissing with as much fervor, if not more, than before.
When I came up for air, Clark placed small, slow kisses on my left cheek. He worked his way to my neck and nuzzled me on my pulse point. I felt my stomach give a pleasant clench at the sensations pouring over me. I stretched my neck out a little further, giving him more access. Clark pushed my tank top strap down to the side and kissed the part on my shoulder he had just exposed. I gasped slightly at the simple but intimate touch.
At my gasp, Clark raised his head and looked at me worried he had somehow offended me. I smiled at Clark reassuringly and kissed him again and again. Losing all track of time and our earlier conversation.
Somehow, someway, we ended up on his sofa with Clark on top of me kissing me into obliteration. I bent one of my legs at the knee unconsciously trying to get leverage to rub myself against his hardness.
When did I become so wanton?
Who knows? And honestly I don't care. Being with Clark felt so good, so right and Clark certainly didn't have any arguments. He grabbed my knee and let his hand slide down the outside of my right thigh to my ass. He used that same hand to lift me slightly and push me against him giving me the leverage I had been seeking before to grind against him. Clark's hips jutted forward as he moaned into my mouth. If we hadn't been alone in the house, I'm sure our moans and sighs would have brought his parents running a long time ago. I just couldn't bring myself to care at the moment. He was making me feel so good.
I took my left hand and grabbed his ass in a mimmick of what he was doing to me. I would probably blush later thinking of how uncharacteristically I was acting, but all I could think of was Clark, me and this moment.
My stomach clenched once again as Clarks and my movements began to get more intense. In between my legs, my jeans were getting hotter and wetter by the second until at last I cried out into Clark's mouth as I felt my release overtake me.
Clark stopped moving and kissing me as he looked down at me breathing heavy. His face was one big blush as I'm sure mine was. I smiled up at him, slightly embarrassed but more to reassure him that what had just happened was okay……I think.
Clark smiled back at me and said, "I……..don't know whether I should say I'm sorry for what happened or ask you if and when we can do it again." A blush creeped up his face at the comment and I giggled slightly.
I ran my fingers through his hair and brushed a kiss over his lips. "I would definitely say-."
"CLARK! You home?"
Clark quickly jumped off of me and tried his best to look presentable, as I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair trying not to look like I had just dry-humped my sometimes boyfriend.
Pete walked in through the kitchen directly into the living room as he called out Clark's name once more before he noticed us on the couch.
"Oh there you are. Listen, I just got off the phone with Chloe a little while ago and she told me what hap..pen..ed ….with…..A..lexa……what's going on? You guys have these weird expressions on your faces……………….you know what? Never mind I don't want to know." Pete grinned at us as he gave Clark what I guess he thought was a conspicuous wink.
Clark blushed and stood up choosing to ignore Pete's innuendos. "When did you speak to Chloe? Did she come up with anything?"
Pete kept looking back and forth between us grinning the entire time.
"Pete?" Clark prompted.
"Huh? Oh yeah, uh Chloe called me right after she spoke to you and told me what happened with Alexa. She did some of that research you asked her to do and she thinks she got something. She called me about 20 minutes ago and said she was trying to call the house and let you know but, ahem, no one was answering the phone. She got worried and told me to meet her here to make sure you guys were okay." Pete stopped with a grin. "But it looks like you guys are just fine."
This time I blushed and stood straightening out my tank top as inconspicuously as possible. The phone had rang? Oh god how far out in La-La land had me and Clark been? "What did she find out?"
Pete turned toward me. "I don't know. She got worried when you guys didn't answer the phone and told me that finding you guys was priority. We would worry about everything else later."
At that moment, Chloe came barging in the house making enough noise to waken the dead.
"CLARK? LANA? PETE?"
Pete turned toward the doorway, "We're in here Chloe."
Chloe ran into the living room looking petrified. "Oh thank god you guys are okay. You had me worried sick! What happened? How come you gu…ys….did…n't…..answer……….what's going on? There's mucho bad mojo in this room. Why are you guys so tense? Lana why is your tank top all discombobulated? Did Alexa come back?" Chloe's eyes darted frantically between us until a look passed over her face. "Oh."
Was it that obvious?
I guess my thoughts were being broadcast on my face loud and clear because Chloe turned to me, took one look and said, "A buzz-saw couldn't cut through the sexual tension between you two."
Pete laughed but Chloe looked hurt and……bitter. Not good.
"What did you find out Chloe?" I said choosing to ignore her comment.
Clark looked back and forth between us looking like he wanted to say something but couldn't figure out what.
Chloe stared hard at me for a second, her arms crossed over her chest. She nodded her head slightly and looked like she came to a decision about whatever it was that was going on in her head. "I think I figured out a way to use the lead information to our advantage."
End of Part Seven
