I expected to find Clark standing in the elevator but when those doors opened all I saw was a lady and her young son. The look on their faces as they see me is funny, they look so appalled like they just came across the most disgusting person in the world. "Sorry…" I mutter and walk away from the elevator, I missed him, I was too late.

I slowly walk over to some of the chairs in the lobby used for people waiting for friends and family to meet them. I plop myself down in a chair and let out a large sigh, I feel so stupid. "How could I let him walk out again?" I ask myself as I again stare at the picture of us in the park.

I have been sitting here just staring at the picture for almost twenty minutes when Jeremy, the concierge of my apartment building, comes over and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Lois, is everything alright?"

He startles me but I don't let him know that, he is just a young kid and doesn't need to worry about old ladies like me. I love that he has taken the care in his job to already learn my name and act like he gives a damn wither everything is alright or not. "Not right now Jeremy but it will be someday."

He nods and smiles at me, "Well I hope that someday is someday soon. Have a nice night Lois." He gently brushes his hand over my shoulder before he leaves and takes his position behind the counter again. I smile to myself as I watch him go, such a nice young boy in this big and destructive city is never good.

I sit for a few more minutes in the chair and just think of how stupid I was tonight. He was standing right in front of me telling me how much he still loves me and wants to be with me and I brushed him off. I knew what he was doing was wrong, that he was still a married man, even if that marriage was based on BS and lies. None the less he was still a married man and it would be wrong.

I finally get up and walk over to the elevator, I push the button and patiently wait for an elevator to come and take me home. I hear the ding telling me my carriage has arrived, I look up to find the elevator to my right open its doors. I step in and don't even care to look around and see who else I am sharing this elevator with. I just press the button for my floor and stand in the corner with my picture.

We make a few stops on the way up and I watch these people get of on their floor and walk to their apartments. They all seem happy and fine with the cards life has dealt them, and I hate them. I wish life had given me such cards, yeah I had the best job and the greatest daughter in the entire universe but when it came to what I really wanted I got screwed over. I really want Clark, always have and every time I get my chance something comes up and screws me over and I lose that chance with him.

The elevator finally arrives at floor fifteen and I squeeze my way from the corner to the floor and hang a right. I am glad I am the only one getting off on this floor because if I knew there was somebody else behind me I might freak out right now. I reach my door and see that I have left it open, usually I would freak out and start to yell at myself but I am so low right now I could care less.

I walk in and shut the door behind me and lock it again, I turn around and to my amazement I find Clark Kent sitting at my kitchen bar. My mouth falls open and I fall into a state of shock. I know I must look ridiculous but he has again found an amazing way to shock me.

I hear Clark laugh at me and I notice that my face must be really quite funny, so I close my mouth and blink a few times. I want to talk to him but every time I try and open my mouth nothing comes out. "Well I never thought I would live to see the day when Chloe Sullivan was at a loss for words."

The way he is able to just joke with me is aggravating, after the drama we just went through and he is sitting able to joke at me. "Well forgive me if I am mistaking this for a dream. Clark you just walked out me, again, and I thought I had lost your forever, where the hell did you go!"

Again he just laughs at me and it makes me want to go right up to him and smack him a good one in the chest. "I heard you screaming for me and I knew I had struck a cord with you. But the elevator was already closing on me and I couldn't open it so I pressed the button for the floor below you and got off there. Then I took the stairs up to your floor and when I got here I had found your door open so I just came in."

As much as I want to yell at him for making me run down fifteen flights of stairs and making me look like a jackass and just barging in my apartment I can't. I have nothing left to do but run up to him and jump at him. I hug him tight in fear that if I let go I might never have him again. "Clark don't you ever do that to me again!"

"Chlo, as much as I love having you in my arms and never want to let you go I have to know your decision. I can't go on wondering if you are still going to let me love you like I want to or just shut me out because of the things I have done to you in the past." He lets me go and pulls me away and holds me at arms length and stares straight down into my eyes.

I lick my lips and bite my lower lip again, "I know Clark and I owe that much to tell you and not just string you along." I back away and turn to take a seat on a stool at the bar. I look up at him and lay his picture on the counter top. "I want this again Clark, I want to feel that happy, I want what we had, and more importantly I want you."

He is going to say something but I know I have to cut him off and get his last bit off my chest, "But I swear Clark if you so much as think of leaving me again it will not be a pretty sight in this apartment."

He walks over to me and is laughing the entire time, I want to slap that little smirk off his face. "Don't worry Chlo, I never plan on letting you slip through my grasp again." He pulls me to my feet and cups my face with his hand and leans down and kisses me.

I don't argue with his actions because they are exactly what I want. I have waited for this day since the day he left me those five years ago. There was a part of me that had always hoped he would realize his mistake and come looking for me. Now that my fantasy was actually happening I had to force myself to think this was real.

As Clark deepens the kiss I just let him, I want this more than anything in the world right now and am just glad he wants it too. I again take the first move in going to the next level in our little make out session. I grip his shirt with my hands and start to un-tuck it from his pants and then I slide my hands up and under his shirt. I can feel his muscles twitch at my touch and I smile against his lips.

He pulls away and looks down at me and brushes some hair from my face. "And what is just so funny Ms. Lane?"

I love that we can still joke with each other after all we have been through, "I still love how your body twitches to my touch after all the times it has touched it."

"Well that is just the magic of your touch." He whispers in my ear and then starts to nibble and suck at my earlobe.

I can't keep a little moan from leaving my lips, it is just it has been so long since he has done that to me and it used to be my favorite. I rake my nails over Clark's back as he continues to do what he is best at. I know I can't hurt or leave any marks on Clark and believe me if I could this boy would have more scars than a Luthor child.

Finally Clark leaves my poor ear alone and comes back up to my mouth. This helps to drown out my moaning but does nothing to the growing heat I am feeling for him. I was expecting it but Clark picked me up and I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me into my bedroom, all the while still kissing and groping me.

When we reach my bed room Clark sets me back down on my feet and starts to play with my hair. "You know I always loved your blonde hair, why did you change it?"

I blush at his compliment, "Well I had to so incase you ever came back into town you wouldn't recognize me. I wanted to stay completely hidden from you, but you have no idea how much I have missed the blonde hair."

"Well then I guess we will have to fix this problem, but later right now I think you look as sexy as the first time we did this." He whispers slow and seductively in my ear and I tremble as I can feel wetness start to flow between my legs.

I stick my tongue out and run it over his ear and nibble at his ear lobe, "You don't look too bad your self farm boy." Clark smiles into my neck and starts to place sweet and soft kisses down my neck to my collar bone. Me just enjoying all of this since it has been so long since I have felt the touch of another.

His hands are roaming again and I arch my body into his begging for more, it is as if his touch is a drug that I can't get enough off. I feel his big farmer hands grab the zipper to my dress and slowly slide it down. Next he moves to the halter strap around my neck, he simply just unclasps the strap and my dress cascades to the floor.

As I stand in my bedroom clad in only my undergarments I could care less because Clark Kent is kissing and messaging my body. And don't get me wrong as much as I love that I wanted to kiss and messages his body. I move my hands from Clarks thick raven hair to the top button of his shirt and start to slowly unbutton his shirt.

As I finally get that last button undone I push Clark back a bit and slip my hands inside his shirt and gently brush it off his shoulders. He just stands there looking down at me with the sexiest eyes I have ever seen. The hunger in them could possibly beat the hunger of starving kids in a third world country.

He tries to move back in when his shirt finally falls to the floor next to my dress but I put my hand up to prevent him. The look that crosses his features is a mix of confusion and annoyance. "Just hold your horses Kent, I am not going to be the only one in my skives here alright."

All his worries wash away and a smiles breaks across his face and he chuckles at me. "Alright but hurry up I want you Chlo."

"Patience, good things come to those who wait." I know this far to well as I have waited five years for this moment to happen and look at how fabulous it is turning out to be. Just to be cute I place my hands on his belt and slowly unbuckle it and whip it out of its loops. Then I place my hands just above the waist of his pants and run my hand over the top is slow, gentle motions.

A moan from Clark tells me he likes it, I suppress a small giggle as I can see how cloudy his eyes are getting and a little tent starts to form in his pants. After a bit more teasing, or torture whatever you whish to call it, I find the button and pop it open and then take hold of the zipper and ever so slowly bring it down all the way. As I do I rub my hand up against his cock and shiver as I feel how hard and big Clark is at this point.

Clark's pants take up residency at the forgotten clothing hotel, better known as my bedroom floor and with out hesitation Clark grabs me and pulls me to him. He places his mouth over mine and we end up in a lust filled kiss. Tongues roaming about each others mouths and hands doing the same to our bodies. Clark must feel that my bra is only causing trouble and must be removed.

He hurriedly grabs the clasp and unhooks it like a mad man in search of something. We move apart to let the bra fall in line with the others and reconvene as soon as it is gone. We are backing up into my bed as we continue our exploration of each other, trying to see if and how much the other has changed since the last time we did this. I can feel my legs hitting the bed but I don't want to sit, not on my bed anyways. I turn us around and push Clark down onto the bed.

As soon as he is sitting I quickly straddle his waist and begin a new round of kissing and groping. I rock myself against him as we keep sucking at each others lips, earlobes, and necks. Feeling his hardness rubbing against my thighs is so exhilarating I can't keep myself from letting out little screams of pleasure. Clark is too moaning and making that one noise in the back of his throat with each rock of my hips.

Content with doing just this the rest of the night I make no motion to move us. But Clark must feel that he wants something else, he pulls back and just stares up at me, his stare is a enough to drive any sane person wild. But I soon grow uncomfortable under his stare, I realize my chest is bear to him and basically right in his face, how could he not stare. Clark must feel how uneasy I am with the situation and he places a hand over my breast and starts to gently message it

That sends me overboard, I had to admit I wasn't expecting it and it surprised me. But it was a good surprise, his warm touch caressing me made my nipples go hard in no time flat. I throw my head back and lean into his touch as he places his mouth over my other exposed breast. I am biting my lip so hard to keep back my screams that I draw a little blood. I thread my fingers through his hair as I press him harder into me, begging for more but knowing more might end this a lot sooner than we would like.

After regaining control of myself and deciding that waiting for the big pay off in the end was a lot better than getting what I wanted now. I force myself to push Clark off and bring his head back up, I cup the sides of his face with my hands and look down into his loving eyes. I can see it now, that love he was talking about earlier, I see he really meant it and I know what we are doing is wrong legally but she didn't care anymore, this was more right than anyone would know.

I leaned back in to start another session of deep kisses with Clark, but I was soon hoping to get to the good stuff. During our latest make out session I bring my hands down and start to play with the elastic of his boxers and tickle his sides. He squirms at the tickling and tries to get away but he knows he is trapped. I break away from his mouth and get up off Clark's lap. I kneel in front of him and look up at him to make sure he is fine with what I am preparing to do.

He looks down at me with a gentle smile and runs his hands through my hair and without having to do anything else I know he is okay with it. I kiss his arm as it pulls away from my hair and start to tug at his boxers. He gets the hint and lifts himself off the bed so the boxers slide down over his hips. I get the boxers off and fling them somewhere across the room and move closer on my knees.

Clark's length is still impressive to this day, I start by running my hand up his thigh. I start to message it as I inch closer and closer to the object of my affection at the moment. As my hands reach their destination I can feel Clark start to shiver and hear his pleas for me to continue. I encircle my tiny hand around Clark's cock and slowly start to move my hand up and down along his length.

I quickly pick up the pace and Clark starts to thrust into my hand, at this point I know it is a good time to move on. I release my hand from its duty and slowly lean my head down to meet with Clark's head. At first I just lick at the pre-cum at his tip and trace the circumference of Clark. I again hear Clark begging me to stop teasing and I smile at how I still remember to push his buttons.

Deciding that I shouldn't be so mean I take him fully in my mouth. I start to move up and down again, sucking and licking all the way down. I close my eyes as I repeat the same motion over and over, and as boring as it sounds it really isn't. I know that Clark likes to have his thighs and balls messaged while enjoying a blow job so I quickly start doing so.

A few minutes of this and I have Clark thrusting into my mouth and some times making me gag when he thrusts a little too hard. I can tell he is on the brink and I really don't mind, I know Clark has the stamina to get it up again in one night. I can hear his labored breathing and he attempts to talk to me but I wish he wouldn't.

"Chlo, you need to stop I am going to cum and I don't want to end this yet." As cute as he is right now I know that he will be fine if he loses it now, but to make him happy I pull away and look up at him. But not before I lightly rake my teeth over his cock and place warm, soft kisses on his head. I look up at him, "You know I really wouldn't have minded Clark."

He looks down at me and smiles as he pulls me back onto his lap, "I know you wouldn't but I would. I want to be on the same page as you and cum when you cum." He moves in to start kissing me again.

I would protest but who can protest with something so sweet as that, plus the kissing really doesn't allow me to talk much. I cup his face with my hands again and he moves me onto my back on the bed. He is laying on top of me as we do what we do best and I can feel his fingers gently running up and down my body.

It was now my turn to squirm under his touch, and he laughed at me just as I had laughed at him. He broke away from the kisses and start to plant little baby kisses down my body until he reached my stomach. Then he started to play with the elastic of my panties as I had done with him. And I knew now how much torture this really was, I wanted his touch so badly but I knew it was only fair I suffer what he suffered.

Clark knew me too well to keep the suspense much longer, he slipped his fingers under the band and started to peel my last article of clothing away. I lifted up my hips so he could get them off easier and faster. After the underwear were discarded of he placed himself between my legs, she started by messaging my thighs and with ever rub he inched his way closer to my sex.

After what felt like eons, he finally reached me and he teased me even more but just tracing his fingers up and down my swollen lips. He knows damn well he is killing me but he is taking pleasure in it. I want to scream at him to just touch me, but I know good things come to those who wait, so I bite down on my lip and wait with anticipation.

Finally Clark succumbed to my wish and slipped a finger inside me and that was enough for me to just let go. I threw my head back and gripped the sheets with my fists, my moans were let free and filled the room with noise. In no time Clark had slipped two more fingers inside and he had found my G-spot. Which was driving me crazy, he knew just how to work it and what could make me moan.

I wasn't quite sure I was going to make it, going without all this for five years than having a master of your body working at you was a little much. I let myself relax as Clark took his fingers out of me, but my respite was short lived as he leaned in and started to lick and kiss at my lips.

I was going to need new sheets if Clark kept up his amazing work, I was gripping them so tightly I swore I heard a rip in them. Clark was just too good at this, he was hitting my clit at all the right times and making me scream with pleasure. Finally I had to ask him to stop for the same reasons he had asked me. "Clark, please stop I want to make it last."

He removed his face from between my legs and crawled back on top of me. I smiled as I could see traces of my juices on his lips and tip of his nose, I giggled and leaned in to kiss him. I didn't mind tasting myself on him, rather I liked it because it let me know that I had had him in, not some other girl.

He just smiles into my kiss as he knows what we both want and can't wait to have. We scoot ourselves up higher on the bed and I rest my head on a pillow as he settles himself between my legs once more. He looks down at me with gentleness and care that only Clark Kent can have at this exact moment. "Do you want to get a condom?"

I close my eyes and laugh at him, only he would think of this at this time. I mean most should but never do in the heat of the moment and let me tell you we had some heat going on. I honestly didn't think of it, but I knew laughing at him for long would make him feel stupid. "No Clark, I am on the pill and I could care less if I have another of your babies."

I knew this would make him happy but the smile on his face is more that I could've ever expected. He leans down and kisses me again, "God I love you Chloe Elaine Sullivan."

I haven't heard him use my full name is forever, it brings tears to my eyes because I know nobody will ever call me that but him. 'I love you too Clark Jerome Kent, now hurry and make love to me."

"That I can do" he slowly eases himself in and I feel just a little pain. My body for the most part is used to his size but the length of time since it has been inside me has caused it to be shocked by its entrance. Clark, ever the gentleman, worries that he has hurt me and stops mid thrust. "You okay, I didn't hurt you did I?"

I smile at his care, but wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer to let him know I am ready to go on. He takes the hint and starts to move back and forth in me, the feelings I am going through are amazing. All I could think of though was that Clark Kent was in me and it had never felt more right. He picked up the pace and I could feel how eager he was to cum and I was right there with him.

So to quicken the process I started to tighten around him with every thrust he gave me. I knew this was a major turn on for Clark because he loved it before when he had been dating. I could feel myself getting close and the anticipation was killing me, I had to cum and soon. I figured it couldn't hurt to just reach down and finger myself.

As I bring my hand down to myself I meet Clark's hand about to do the same. I smile as we bump hands and then I take his and lead him down to join him in finishing off the job. We move together so well it is amazing we have been able to function without each other for so long.

It doesn't take long and I know I am ready, so I take the plunge and with my free hand I grab Clark's ass and pull him close. And with that I scream and let myself go, this in turn causes Clark to lose himself and the feeling of his semen running through my body is about enough to make me cum again.

He collapses on me and we just lay there for many moments, I start to rub his back and hummed Dashboard Confessionals song "Hands Down" in his ear. It had been our song and after he left I think I wore out my Dashboard CD by playing over and over so many times. As I reach the chorus Clark sings the words for me…

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me

So won't you kill me

So I'd die happy

My heart is yours to fill or burst

To break or burry or wear as jewelry

Whichever you prefer

As he finishes he leans up and kisses me, I wish this moment could last forever. It was perfect, the culmination of everything I had ever hoped for. The job I have dreamed of since was in pull ups, a lovely little girl, great friends and family, and did I mention Clark Kent in bed with me.

-x-Sorry for such the long break with no update! Just school, work, and sports have been eating away at all my time. But I hope I made up for my lack of update in this chapter. It took me a really long time because I wanted to make it just right, so yeah enjoy and remember FEEDBACK IS WELCOMED!