Lana POV

So this is what it feels like the morning after sex?

I winced as I got out of the shower. There was an unfamiliar ache in between my

legs but it wasn't necessarily unpleasant. I smiled to myself as I realized why exactly I was hurting.

Yup. Clark definitely has to be better endowed than other guys, otherwise you'd see tons of females all walking around like cowboys.

I put on a pair of black jogging pants and a blue t-shirt Ms. Kent lent me until I could get home and change. They were a little big but they were better than nothing. The pants felt especially big considering I didn't have any underwear on. I blushed as I realized my bra and panties were lying somewhere up in Clark's loft just waiting for Clark's parents to come pick them up.

My stomach growled and reminded me I was starving. When I had gotten into the house for breakfast I had casually mentioned to Ms. Kent that I couldn't wait to get home to get a change of clothes and take a shower. Ms. Kent had a look of understanding in her eyes as she told me 'wait one second, I'll be right back'.

"Here you go Lana. They might be a little big, but they serve their purpose. Why don't you go upstairs and shower while I finish up breakfast?"

I had given Ms. Kent what I hoped was a grateful look and not one of confusion. "Okay, Ms. Kent. Thank you. I-I'll be right back." As Ms. Kent left the room, I looked at Clark with one eyebrow raised but he just shrugged.

"I'm gonna go see what my dad's up to. I'll see you in a couple of minutes." With that he bent down and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

As grateful as I was to her for the clothes, I couldn't help but find it strange. Did Ms.

Kent know what had happened between me and Clark last night or should I say earlier this morning? I mean we are only seventeen and as much as I'd like to think that age ain't nothing but a number, I don't think Clark's parents would agree.

While I do care what the Kents think of me, I can't bring myself to believe that I would never let it happen again. The closeness we shared, the passion, it was intoxicating. I can still feel his lips on mine and his body pressed up against me, his blue-green eyes searching my hazel ones as he moves……God, if I didn't get to him soon……I shake my head to clear the thoughts before I spend hours day-dreaming.

I rub my arms to keep the goose bumps that rose at bay. I couldn't help but bite my lip in frustration over the heat that seems to have taken up permanent residence in my lower body.

If I didn't stop this, I was going to be in need of another shower. A cold one.

I opened the bathroom door with my dirty clothes in my hands and came face to face with a wet Clark with a towel wrapped around his waist coming out of his parents bedroom.

"Hey." He smiled at me, blushing slightly.

"Hey." I smiled back, my heart fluttering. "Where did you shower? I thought I was occupying the only one."

Clark shook his head at me. "No. There's another one in my parents bedroom. Their private one."

"Oh. I didn't know. I've never spent any time in the bedrooms in this house." I blushed. Wow. Boy did I leave myself wide open.

Clark held back a laugh. "Yeah, I guess you haven't." Clark looked down at the floor and realized he was dripping all over the place. "I'm going to go change I'll meet you downstairs okay?"

I nodded my head. "Okay."

As I started to head toward the stairs, Clark put a hand on my shoulder and turned

me around to face him. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. "Do you think I could get a goodbye kiss?" He said. His face so close to mine I could feel his breath against my lips.

I shivered slightly. "Isn't it more like a "see you in a few minutes" kiss?"

Clark shrugged. "I guess so. So can I?"

Instead of answering him, I dropped the dirty clothes in my hands to the floor and

put my arms around his neck. I brought my lips to his and immediately opened my mouth and slipped my tongue inside his mouth. Clark moaned a little and let his hands wander from around my waist until they reached my ass where he cupped both cheeks in his hands and brought me as close to him as I could go. I softly nipped his lower lip in between my teeth and licked my tongue over the area as if I was trying to sooth it.

Clark finally broke the kiss and put his head against mine, both of us breathing heavy.
"God, what the heck is the matter with me?" Clark asked.

I took a deep breath and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I'm like a dog in heat around you. Your fully dressed but you might as well be naked for all the self control I have right now." Clark shook his head. "When I was talking to my dad and when I was in the shower all I could think of was you. Being with you. Talking to you. Holding you."

I laughed a little. "I think they call that being in love Clark."

Clark shook his head again. "No, it's different somehow. I know what it's like to be in love." Clark blushed. "I've been in love with you for a very long time, and while I thought about you a lot, it wasn't like this."

I felt my heart jump at his words. "So, what are you trying to say Clark? How is it different this time?"

Clark pulled his head back slightly and looked into my eyes, a look of confusion etched on his face. "I don't know. Lana, let me ask you something. Do you feel unusual in any way?"

"Well, I am, uh, a little sore."

"You are? Well, that's not what I mean. I mean unusual. Do you feel like……empty when I'm not next to you?" Clark said hesitantly.

I open my mouth to answer him but realize I don't know what to say. Did I feel empty when I'm not with him? Yeah I did. But I've felt that way for a long time. But then again the feelings this time were a little different. The emptiness I had felt before consisted of lonliness and confusion and doubt. This time it was a more physical emptiness. Like I couldn't be completely whole without Clark next to me? Was that what that was?

I dropped my hands from around his neck and took a tiny step back trying to get my bearings. "I think I know what you mean Clark. It's weird. I've felt an emptiness for so long that I've gotten used to it. It didn't occur to me that it had changed somehow. But……..your right Clark it has. What do you think it means?"

Clark ran a hand through his wet hair. "I don't know Lana. I have to think about it." Clark looked down at himself as if realizing for the first time that he was in a towel and not much else. He grinned sheepishly. "In the meantime I think I better go put some clothes on."

I smiled back trying my best not to stare too hard at his magnificent body, still slightly wet from the shower. "Right. I'll see you downstairs. And this time I'm not going to give you a 'see you in a few minutes' kiss."

"Why not Lana? Afraid you might like it?"

"No, I'm afraid it will turn into a 'see you in a few hours Mr. and Ms Kent' kiss."

Clark laughed. "Good Point."

I smiled at him and went to the kitchen.

Ms. Kent was putting out plates while Mr. Kent was drinking coffee reading the newspaper.

"Good morning Mr. Kent."

Mr. Kent smiled at me. "Good Morning Lana. How you feeling this morning?"

Do you really want to know?

I headed to the counter top as I answered him. "I'm alright. I'm just glad Alexa is in custody. Here, I'll take those Ms. Kent." I said as I took the rest of the plates out of her hands.

Mr. Kent put his newspaper down and sat back in his chair. "You and I both Lana. I'm just glad you kids weren't hurt."

At that moment Clark came down the stairs his hair still wet from his shower. I mean does he wet it on purpose because he knows how hot it makes him look and how hot and bothered he gets me?

Clark's eyes met mine and it was as if he knew. He just knew what I was thinking.

And let me tell you, it certainly wasn't about kittens and cotton candy. The images in my head did a fast playback. Clark's face above mine, Clark's soft moans, Clark's lips moving to form the words I love you. All I could see was him. All I could hear was Clark.

Did the air just get heavier?

"Clark? Lana? Yoohoo! Hello?"

Clark and I jumped slightly and both shook our heads somewhat as if trying to get back into focus. I glanced at Ms. Kent who was giving the both of us strange looks.

"Okay. What just happened?" Ms. Kent asked with a worried look on her face.

Clark cleared his throat and tried to look nonchalant. "What do you mean mom? Nothing happened."

Mr. Kent stood up from his chair, a slight look of anger on his face. "Don't tell me nothing happened, Clark. One second you're coming down the stairs and Lana's helping your mother set the table, the next you two are in La-La land, the air feels like you could swim through it, and the lights dim. Now tell me what's going on!"

Clark and I give each other bewildered looks. "Did all of that really happen? Right now?" Clark asked.

Clark's mother nodded. "Yes. Right now. Is there something you two want to tell

us?" The hesitancy in Clark's mother's voice put me on red alert. What does she know?

I gave Clark a helpless look and opened my mouth to try and answer but Clark did before I could.

"Mom, we are just as clueless as you two are. I have no idea what just happened or why." Clark shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what you guys want me to tell you."

Mr. Kent crossed his arms over his chest and gave Clark a look that would have withered a normal teenage boy into a fetal position crying out "Yes we did it! Me and Lana humped like monkeys in my loft last night".

But, alas, Clark was no normal teenage boy. Lying was second nature to Clark. And while it was for good reason, and his parents even encouraged it, it looked like this time their encouragement was going to backfire on good ol' Mr. Kent

"Clark," Mr. Kent started. "I'm going to give you 30 seconds to tell me what the he-."

"Jonathan!" Ms. Kent reprimanded. "If they say they don't know what happened then they don't know." Ms. Kent gave Mr. Kent a pointed look. A look that clearly stated they'd discuss this in private.

Reluctantly, Mr. Kent lowered his arms and sat back down in his seat. "Fine. Let's just try to enjoy the rest of breakfast." He said with a sigh. "We'll figure out the rest later."

I sat down trying to be as quiet as possible, trying not to draw too much attention to myself. The last thing I needed was the third degree. I hated lying to the Kents but it wasn't my place to tell them that Clark had told me everything and I definitely wasn't ready to tell them we had sex.

After a very uncomfortable and silent breakfast, Clark pushed his plate away looked at my plate and saw I had almost finished. "Mom, dad, is it okay if Lana and I can be excused?"

Mr. and Ms. Kent let a look pass between them. Finally, Mr. Kent nodded. "Your excused Clark. I suppose your going to take advantage of the day off I gave you."

Clark nodded and couldn't help but smile. "Yup. Lana and I are going to spend the

day together." Clark stared at me and smiled. I couldn't help but smile back.

Ms. Kent started gathering up the dishes. "Going anywhere specific?"

Clark shook his head. "Not really. Anywhere the wind takes us."

Ms. Kent smiled. "Well have a good time. Lana could you help me in the kitchen before you go?"

Something in her tone caused my heart to start pounding faster. "Uh, sure Ms. Kent."

Quickly, I started gathering up all the dirty dishes and followed Ms. Kent into the kitchen.

She definitely suspects something

Ms. Kent took the plates from me with a smile of thanks. As she put them down, she fixed me with a stare that wasn't necessarily unkind. In fact, her gaze was full of understanding, but a sort of tired understanding. I held my breath as I waited for her to speak.

"Lana," She began. "I need to ask you a question, and I want you to be as honest with me as possible."

I nodded my head, my heart about to come out of my chest. "What's the matter Ms. Kent?"

Ms. Kent opened her mouth, then closed it and shook her head. Finally, she took a deep breath. "Lana, do you love my son?"

Okay. Sooo not what I was expecting

"Pardon?"

Ms. Kent took one of my hands in hers. "Do you love my son? Are you in love with him?"

I looked at Ms. Kent and slowly nodded my head. "Yes. Yes I do love your son. And

yes I'm very much in love with him." My throat started to close up slightly.

Why am I getting so emotional?

Ms. Kent smiled sadly and sighed. "That Kent charm. Gets them every time."

I smiled at her through my growing tears.

"Lana," Ms. Kent continued. "Clark, has been in love with you for longer than I can remember. If Clark thinks of the future he thinks of you. He always has and he probably always will. But there is something you have to know."

Oh god. Is she going to try and tell me Clark's secret? Do I act like I don't already know? Is that what Clark would want?

"Clark, needs a special person in his life because he in turn is very special." Ms. Kents eyes searched mine. And nods her head once as if in confirmation. "But I think you already know that."

I don't say anything. I don't confirm nor deny what I know. But nonetheless like a true mom, Ms. Kent knows. She doesn't need any confirmation from me.

"Lana, Clark needs someone who will never turn their back on him. Someone who will give him the strength and the will to live day in and day out. I think that someone is you."

My throat clogs up even more and my eyes start to burn.

"Ms. Kent I don't know what to say." I choke out.

Ms. Kent puts one hand on my cheek and continues to search my eyes. "Lana, I get the impression that something has happened between today and yesterday. Something that has changed the both of you dramatically. And I also know that in time when Clark is ready, he'll tell me. But until that time I am very happy that the one constant in his life is you."

Okay. That's it. Let the waterworks flow.

As a couple of tears slide down my face I reach around Ms. Kent and give her a hug. "Thank you Ms. Kent. You have no idea how much that means to me."

Ms Kent hugs me back. "Whenever you need me Lana, I'm right here."

Before I could respond a loud yell from Mr. Kent made me and Ms. Kent jump apart.

"YOU DID WHAT!"

Uh oh.


End of Part Sixteen