TITLE: Double, Double, Love & Trouble? – Chapter 15
WRITTEN BY: Heather Ferguson (fergus80)
RATING: PG-13 (NC-17 where applicable will be separate)
SUMMARY: Rewrite from the end of the episode 'Unsafe.'
SPOILERS: Everything!
DISCLAIMER: All Smallville character belong to their respective whatever, the WB, etc. etc.
FEEDBACK: Always makes me smile:)
DEDICATION: To all the fellow Nuns, writers, reviewers, and readers at NWP, and of course Jensen!
RANT: Another short chapter, but better short than none right? Okay, some of you might not like the end of this one. For various reasons. But… I am trying to be real here. (Well, and still being totally fiction.) But I think that this would happen, so… live with it. ;)
She took another sip of her latte. Mmmm… This century just seems to be getting better and better, she thought as she leaned back on the couch in the Talon. Her eyes moved over to behind the cash register and the two talking. She waited for the older red headed woman to stop pestering her 'son.' When he turned to start to leave, she called after him. "Clark!"
He turned and with a smile on his face came over. "Lana. I'm surprised you're down here and not studying for the big test tomorrow." He gave a look at her cup, "Unless it's just a study break."
Isobel sighed internally. "Yep. You know me. Just needed to get away from the books for a minute, or I'd go insane." Was he always such a goodie goodie? How boring. All that power, and no fun? She motioned for him to take a seat and join her. He sat his book bag on the ground and sat down. "Actually, I needed to get away, my brain just doesn't want to focus on studying lately."
"Why?" he asked concerned.
"I just keep on thinking about everything that happened in China." She paused, turned to slightly bat her eyelashes at him. "Well, what I can remember of it." He nodded. "I'm still worried about everything. Those stones being out there… If they get into the wrong hands… I mean… I know they have something to do with me." She let her eyes start to tear. She could see his heart just about melting.
He didn't know what to say. He could see how upset it was making her. "Well, I'm assuming nothing can really happen unless one person has all three, right?" She gave him a questioning look. "And I'm sure that THAT has not happened, or will not happen."
She sat up a little straighter, "How do YOU know that. How can you be so certain?"
His brain flashed with the sight of him placing one of the stones in a rock ledge in the caves. "I just… have a feeling."
Isobel looked into his eyes, trying to read exactly what he was thinking. He knows something… no… he has one. She could feel it. She reached out a hand and placed it over his. "Thanks Clark. I'm sure you wouldn't lie to me about something so important to my well being." She saw the hard swallow. "So, if something bad where to ever happen… Just know, you tried your best. I mean… we're all just human right?"
"Lana?" he questioned.
She waved it away, "I'm just worried. Don't mind me." She looked down at his bag, "Besides… you have that really important test to study for." She stood up. "Wouldn't want to keep you way from that. I have to go." She quickly ran up the steps to her apartment, leaving a very uneasy Clark Kent behind.
She smiled to herself when she shut the door, and leaned against it. Her new way of doing things might take more time, but… She looked around her, or Lana's, apartment. The TV, the kitchen, all the modern things. It sure will be fun.
She jumped at the ringing of the phone. "Need to get used to that one," she said as she went over to answer it. "Hello?"
"Well, since we're talking again… I know it's a school night… But could I persuade you to put the books away and have dinner with me?"
She smiled, "I think I could be… given the right enticement. What did you have in mind?" She didn't really care. It meant she wouldn't need to cook. She had figured out how to make tea on that contraption but an actual dinner was not easy, even with the memories of her host.
Small laughter filtered through the phone. "Well I could pick you up. Get some of that wonderful lasagna and bread at the little Italian restaurant you like, and come back to my place. I do have a nice bottle of wine…"
"Mr. Teauge, are you trying to give alcohol to an underage minor? What exactly do you plan on doing?"
"Uhhh… We'll just pretend we're back in France."
"Eating Italian in France."
"I'm trying to be romantic here. Would you cut me a little slack?"
"Okay, just this once." She looked at the clock, "How long till you get here?"
"Well, that's the thing."
"What is?" She asked just as she heard a knock at her door. "Just a second," she said into the phone as she went to the door to answer it.
Upon opening the door she was greeted with, "I wasn't going to take no for an answer." She put the phone down and pulled him into the apartment with an appropriate hug response. One that she didn't seem to mind at all. He pulled back from her a little, and ran his hand down the side of her face, his eyes looking into hers with so much love. She swallowed. When had a man ever looked at her like that? She pushed the thought and the small voice of Lana's into the back of her mind, telling her it wasn't her that he thought he was looking at.
And that thought did completely disappear when his lips touched hers. But it was over much more quickly then she would have liked. "Let me get my stuff and we can go." She quickly got her purse and keys and then grabbed his arm. He led her out to his car, and she smiled. Hmmm, what was the saying she had heard lately? Oh right. Make love not war. Maybe there was a better way of getting back at Gertrude and her heirs, one with much better benefits. Her smile grew as he started the car and drove towards the restaurant, his hand coming over and holding onto hers, as he drove.
He watched her clean her plate, literally, as she dragged a piece of garlic bread over the last tiny bit of tomato sauce left on thing. Either she hadn't eaten anything all day, or that second glass of wine was loosening up her usual eating routine. "So I guess it was okay?"
She quickly looked up, "Huh?" then back down, "Oh." She smiled. "It was… alright." She took another drink from the glass. That was also really good, she thought as the taste swirled around in her mouth. Her eyes looked over to him across the little table with a pair of candles. The soft light making his eyes dance back at her. She kept trying to tell herself why she was really here. That she was looking to get the stones. But some fun couldn't really hurt? Could it?
Isobel stood up, her hand went to his arm, and tugged lightly. He stood and she pulled him into an embrace. His arms went around her, and his mouth met the skin of her neck. The small kiss he left there, made her weak in the knees, and she leaned into him. "So…" She said softly into his ear, "Can I now have dessert?"
His lips curled into a smile into her skin, "Thought you would never ask." His arms pulled her closer to him, his body moving forward, pushing her backwards towards his bed. She didn't put up a fight, instead he soon found her fingers running over his skin, under his shirt, over his chest, up his back. Her teeth lightly bit at his earlobe and he let out a small gasp. He felt her nails lightly drag down his back, and his breath caught in his throat, "Lana…" he moaned and felt her stiffen in his arms a little. He moved to look in her eyes concerned, "Are you okay?"
She shook it off. Get a grip, she thought and smiled. "Never better."
Jason's body almost shuddered at her words, the sound of her voice. But not from desire… it was a little like… deja vu. As if he had heard that before, but couldn't place it. But he didn't think about it for long, because soon her soft lips were on his, and he was lost. His hands moved to her shirt, and soon they were both ripping the clothes from each other's bodies. They tumbled onto the bed quickly. They merged their bodies together fast. They moved in a heated battle of limbs.
And when it was over, and he was holding her sleeping form in his arms, he actually wondered who had won. Because that night, was unlike the ones before. She was different. It was almost as if he had slept with a stranger. He pulled her closer to him, even though a part of him wanted to get up and go take a very hot shower.
To be continued.