Lana laughed as Clark kissed her neck, "Morning."
"Afternoon." He corrected her, before giving her a kiss on the lips.
"What?" Lana bolted up in bed, as she looked at the clock. Clark right, it was 12:13pm, "Clark, I have to leave."
"It's Saturday." Clark laughed before kissing her again.
"My parents are going to freak out." Lana made it clear.
Clark stopped kissing her, "I forgot."
"Me too." Lana laughed. She couldn't believe she was laughing; she knew her parents were going to kill her, but she couldn't help but still feel great, because Clark was still with her.
Lana slipped on her underwear, and she found her bra under the bed, and put it on too. She sat on the bed, looking for her other clothes, as Clark pinned her against the bed, and began kissing her passionately. Lana kissed him back, giving in to her temptations. She was already in this much trouble; she might as well enjoy it.
Clark moved his hand up her thigh; her skin was so soft, as he caressed her. Clark moved into a position were he was completely over Lana, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against him, before he lowered her down against the bed.
Lana loved the feel of Clark's bare skin against hers. She stroked his back, as he fondled one of her breasts.
Lana realized Clark was naked when she felt his erection digging into her.
&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&Lana got dressed again after another act of passion with Clark. Once again he made her feel incredible, and forget all her problems, but is was almost 2 and she really, really needed to go home, before her parents called the police or something, "Clark I seriously have to go, my parents probably think I'm kidnapped or something."
"I'll go with you." Clark felt guilty that she was the one who was going to get in trouble. No one in his family would even care. Hell, Lex had commented several times on Clark's virginity, and it wasn't in a good way. Clark would get a pat on the back for this, and yet Lana was going to get hell.
"No." Lana could just see it now, "That is a very bad idea."
"But what are you going to say?" Clark wasn't scared of being yelled at.
"I don't know. Clark, I know you think it will help, but when my parents see you, they will just get angrier." Lana kissed his cheek, "Love you."
"Wait, Lana." Clark almost fell off the bed, trying to catch her before she raced out the door, "I'll call you later." He smiled before giving her a kiss.
Clark let out a sigh once Lana had left; his perfect day had come to an end. Clark sunk into his bed, as his mind raced with thoughts of the previous night. He couldn't help but smile.
Clark looked up, when he heard a chuckle. Lex was leaning in his doorway, with a smirk on his face.
"What?" Clark sat up in his bed; really glad he remembered to put his boxers back on.
"Nothing." Lex smirked again, "I just saw Lana leave."
Clark could tell Lex was resisting a smile that threatened to cover his whole face, "So." Clark knew how smart his brother was, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out what they were doing, but it was kind of fun making Lex actually say it.
Lex just shook his head, and laughed, "So I take it things are doing good with you and Lana."
It was Clark's turn to laugh, "You could say that."
&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&Lana felt sick with fear. Once she had left Clark, so did the feeling that everything would be okay, because he was there. She was so scared of what her parents were going to say. She didn't want to lie to them, but there was no way she could say 'Ya, I had sex with Clark, twice.'
They would absolutely kill her. She had always been raised to wait until marriage; her parents would be so upset with her. She didn't regret last night, but now everything seemed so wrong, and last night, well nothing had ever felt so right.
She intentionally took the long way back to her house; she had to clear her head and figure out what to do. She felt so guilty and scared. Now she really did wish Clark had come with her, because even though it would make things worse, he could provide that feeling of safety and assurance that everything would be okay. He gave her so much strength. She thought about calling him, because no doubt he would come in an instant, but she felt like she should face it alone.
Lana drove onto the farm, and parked her car with sweaty hands. She sat there for a few minutes, scared to go into the house, but she mustered up the courage and walked in the back door.
Lana took a deep breath as she caught Jonathan's angry gaze.
"Lana, where were you?" His question demanded a truthful answer, and Lana couldn't help but give it.
"I was out with Clark and our friends." Lana was glad she had this so well rehearsed because her mind felt like it was being scrambled.
"All night!" Jonathan pushed her for more.
"Ya, Dad, I'm so sorry." Lana had never felt guiltier in her life.
"What were you doing?" Jonathan got to what really bugged him.
"We went out to a movie and then grabbed a bite to eat, and well then... someone suggested we take a trip to Metropolis to go dancing... and when we realized it was so late, we couldn't drive back." Lana couldn't breathe. Would her father believe her? Because she didn't think he could handle it if he knew the truth.
"Lana, I've always trusted you, but now I'm beginning to wonder why. Do you know how irresponsible you are acting? First of all, I never gave you permission to go to Metropolis in the middle of the night, much less spend the night there." Jonathan sounded like he was just getting warmed up.
"Dad, I'm really sorry, I never meant to stay the night there." Lana was sorry that she made her father worried and mad.
"Lana, don't even give me that. You could have called even! I wouldn't have been half as mad if you had just called!" Jonathan knew Lana was at fault, but he didn't know to what extent, "Lana, now tell me the truth. What happened in Metropolis?" Jonathan didn't know. He trusted Lana, but he didn't trust Clark.
"We just went to a club. I didn't drink at all, and Clark and I stayed in separate rooms." Lana told him.
Jonathan felt relieved, because he trusted Lana not to lie, and he had been very worried about the sleeping arrangements. But this didn't mean he wasn't still royally peeved with Lana, "Lana, you are grounded, and we'll discuss your other punishments later." Jonathan needed to talk with Martha first.
Lana couldn't look at her father anymore, and she bolted to her room, and shut the door.
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"It's
Clark who is influencing her to do stuff like this, Martha."
Jonathan said.
"Jonathan, you can't blame Clark. She makes
her own choices." Martha was so disappointed in her
daughter.
"No, Martha she never did things like this before
she met him. She is heading into a very dangerous path."
Jonathan just wished he could ban Lana from seeing Clark, but he
couldn't.
"Jonathan, she is getting older, of course she is
going to start doing things she wouldn't do when she was 12, but you
have to realize that she is 17 now." Martha didn't know why she
was defending Clark and Lana.
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"Surprising REALLY well. He was mad all right, but I thought for sure he was going to kill me." Lana confessed.
"What did you tell him?" Clark asked. Lana relayed the Metropolis story.
Clark laughed, "That's perfect."
"Ya, I had to admit to something bad, otherwise he'd know for sure I was lying." Lana explained.
"So he didn't forbid you to see me or anything." Clark guessed he would if he knew the real truth.
"No, but I am grounded for two weeks, which is getting off VERY easy, Clark." She had to tell him how lucky she was, because as much as she loved Clark; he had no concept of punishment.
"That's easy?" If someone had told Clark he was stuck at the mansion for two weeks, he would have gone crazy.
"Clark, you don't know my parents." Lana laughed. She couldn't help but think how different Clark's and her parents were.
Jonathan walked into Lana's room, "Lana, you are grounded, that means no phone."
"Right, sorry." Lana pretended to hang up, and as soon as her father left, "Clark, you should see how my dad looks at me now. It's horrible. The past few days he barely says anything to me. The worst part is I know he isn't mad anymore, just disappointed."
"Lana, I'm sorry." He knew how it felt.
&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&Clark knocked on the Kent's front door and Jonathan opened the door, "Lana is grounded she can't see you." He said coldly.
"Ya, that is actually what I'm here about." Clark paused a second before continuing, "I wanted to apologize to you. Metropolis was my idea, and I never meant to get Lana in trouble or cause problems with your family."
Jonathan was a little taken back by Clark's apology. As much as Jonathan wanted to shut the door on Clark, he had to admit, he would never have done something like that when he was 17, so he decided to give him a proper response, "I appreciate you owning up to it, but it's not like I didn't already know." Jonathan couldn't help but let the last part slip out.
"I know, I've caused a lot of problems, but I swear I'm making an effort to discontinue that kind of behavior. I know you don't believe me, but I really do love Lana." Clark was through with the petty fighting with Jonathan. Jonathan had been right, he did act like a spoiled brat, and yes there would always be a part of that in him, but he was trying so hard to be a better person.
Jonathan didn't know what to say, he really didn't expect that from Clark, not only what he said, but how genuine it sounded. "Okay."
Clark turned and hopped into his Porsche. Jonathan shut the door slowly, and walked back into the kitchen deep in thought.
"Who was at the door?" Martha asked.
"Clark." He was still thinking.
"For Lana?" Martha assumed.
"Actually no... he wanted to apologize." Jonathan corrected.
&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&"Clark." Lana jumped on Clark's back, outside of school, "One week down, one to go." Lana was in a playful mood.
Clark started laughing, "I've never heard a prisoner so happy before." He joked.
"I guess I'm just having a good day." Lana honestly didn't know why, nothing special had happened.
Lana hopped off Clark's back, so she could give him a kiss.
"Now I'm having a good day." Clark grinned and kissed her back.
Clark picked up Lana's books, which she had dropped in the process of jumping on his back. They both started walking across Smallville high's lawn, to the bus home.
"Clark, I can carry 'em." Lana referred to her books.
"God, Lana, just let me be a gentleman for once." Clark teased, playfully pushing her.
"Alright." Lana laughed, as they stepped onto the bus. They chose a seat in the back, there were only a few other people on the bus.
"Clark..." Lana was worried about it, but didn't want to upset Clark, "Has there been any change in your... abilities?"
Clark looked away, and Lana knew why. He was still in the habit of hiding his emotions that he considered weak, "No, not at all."
"You're worried aren't you?" Lana leaned over, trying to make eye contact, but failed, "Come on, Clark." She urged him to open up.
"It's just... If I knew they weren't going to come back, and it didn't make a different, I wouldn't really mind that much... but... never mind, it's stupid." Clark just wasn't comfortable voicing his fears, even to Lana.
But Lana knew him too well and she read his thoughts, "You think there is something wrong with you?"
"Ya." Clark said thankful she understood, "I mean I should have gone back to normal almost immediately, unless there is something wrong with me."
"Clark, I'm sure you are okay." Lana tried to comfort him, "I mean you don't feel sick, do you?"
"No... but it just isn't right." Clark just knew it wasn't, "My nurse says I'm normal... every week I go in and get checked out, but nothing ever changes."
Lana didn't know what to say, she was clueless in this department, "I wouldn't worry about it, Clark."
But he couldn't help it, "I should have my heat vision by now, too."
"Heat vision?" This was the first Lana had heard about this.
"It's another ability I have, or should have. I saw in my coma, and I had it by the time I was 17." Clark hadn't really told Lana, or anyone of that matter, much of anything that happened in his coma, it was a dark place for him, that he didn't feel like revisiting.
Clark and Lana stopped the conversation when more people started boarding the bus, "Lana, I miss you. I can't wait another week." Clark pouted. He had seen Lana a lot, but it was always between classes, at lunch, in between her shifts, or on the bus; it wasn't quality time, time alone.
"I know." Lana gave him a small kiss, which Clark returned with a passionate one. Lana wasn't one for making out in public, but she had no other time with Clark.
Lana wasn't sitting on Clark's lap, but her legs were across him, and he used that to his advantage as he gripped her thigh gently. Lana and Clark both almost flew into the seat in front of them, as the bus came to a sudden stop- Lana's stop.
"I hate the bus." Clark complained. He was only taking it to get an extra 20 minutes a day with Lana.
Lana just laughed, "Bye Clark." She grabbed her book bag and exited the bus. The extra time did give him some time to think though.
Clark's main goal, now that he had Lana, was to get the Kents to trust him, maybe even like him. Clark really did miss the feeling of being loved by a parent.
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