Chapter 5

Part 1 - The Talk

Clark invited Lana over to his red couch in the middle of the loft. "Uh, no you didn't really disturb me. I was just kickin' back."

Lana sat on the other end of the couch and carefully looked at Clark, giving him a nervous smile. Clark did the exact same thing and as soon as they both settled on the couch, there was an awkward silence.

Clark decided not to prolong the agony so he spoke first. "Sooo... what did you want to talk about?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at Lana intently.

She took a deep breath and began to speak calmly. "Well, first of... I'd like to know if you're ready to clear the air once and for all between us?" She returned Clark's gaze. This time she was able to muster all the guts to look him straight in the eye.

"Sure, Lana." Clark nodded however, he wasn't quite sure where to start. 'Now's actually a good a time as any,' he silently continued to ponder.

Before he could say another word, she continued. "Look Clark, I'm sorry that it took me a while to recover and honestly I cannot really say I'm over it 'cause it's still so embarrassing... but, I am hoping you and I could now openly discuss what happened the last time we saw each other...", she emphasized on the word "saw".

Of course, Clark knew the subject only too well and he nodded in response but waited for Lana to continue.

"So I guess we're even now, right? I mean, since we both -" before she could finish her sentence, Clark decided to butt in.

"Yes, clearly we are even... and I truly hope you accept my apology?" He gave her the puppy eyes and half a smile.

"Only if you accept mine..." Lana replied quickly with a shy smile and offered her right hand as a symbol of their truce.

Clark reached out to shake her hand in acceptance and before it got awkward, pulled his hand back as he replied, "Yes, apology accepted." He paused.

"Sooo... uhm, we're cool now, right?" He raised his eyebrows, eager to hear her reaffirm it.

"Oh yeah, of course!" She couldn't help but let out a giggle.

"Ah, so you think it's funny now, huh?" Clark had to laugh himself. Now that some time had passed and finally being able to talk about it, the tension between them seemed to have lifted.

"Actually..." she started blushing. "...seeing you like that in your private moment... uhm, it was really hot!" Lana admitted, now sporting an evil grin on her face, her hazel eyes glowed as her thoughts brought her back to Clark's self-pleasuring rendezvous at his loft.

Clark's jaw dropped, the light laughter gone and replaced with shock. He somehow couldn't believe what he just heard come out of Lana's mouth. 'Oh boy, this girl is just full of surprises!' he thought.

"Di-did you just say what I think you said?" He had to ask and make sure, as he glimpsed at Lana's facial expression.

Lana nodded, still blushing. "I got nothing to hide now that it's in the open...just between you and me, of course. You know what I mean?" unconsciously, her nose crinkled as she smiled.

'Holy shit, did I really just tell him that? Oh gawd, I wonder what he'd say now?' Lana thought in a slight panic. Now it was her turn to stare at him, waiting for a reaction.

"Uh...yeah..." Clark immediately felt the burning sensation travel all over his body, from his toes through his torso and up to his face. He was so damn sure that his face was deep red at this point.

"... well, since we're being honest... and like you said, there's really not much to hide now that we're discussing it...Uhm, seeing you like that on your bed was indeed the hottest thing ever! I swear, I could not bring myself to look away."

'Ugh, did I reveal too much?' Clark secretly worried but soon after, as he stared back at Lana, not able to help the guilty chuckle as he pictured her ultra-sexy form the day he accidently saw her self-stimulating on her bed in her bedroom.

Still having giddy grins plastered on their faces, Clark and Lana could only continually stare at each other, as speech eluded both at the moment. Although the silence lasted no more than a minute, one could actually hear the crickets singing in the background outside the loft window.

"Geez! That was... quite a revelation, wasn't it?" Lana blurted, not really knowing exactly what to say next.

Hearing her voice brought Clark back from his daze into the present as well. "Yup." He pursed his lips as he agreed and tried his hardest to avert his eyes and break their staring contest.

He mumbled the first thing that came up in his mind, "So now what?" As he said so, he raked his hand through his hair and turned to look at Lana again, something he cannot seem to control himself from doing.

"Uhm... good question." Was all Lana could utter for now.

Actually, for the past week or so - before she opted to finally come over and have the talk with Clark, she had been thinking of some kind'a devious plan, a plan she thought seemed quite taboo and very risky. She was anxious that Clark would run for the hills as soon as he heard her idea.

'Should I tell him? Would he even agree? I don't think I can go through with it... Shit, he's sooo gonna freak out!' Lana was mentally debating with herself.

And then she quickly reminded herself of one mantra that her Metropolis pals planted in her mind over the summer: "Don't be afraid to dig deep into your soul and express your true self, your feelings or your thoughts. You need to let go of all your inhibitions, for only then can you truly set yourself and your mind free."

'I guess I'll try to take a chance at "setting myself free" later on, if I see a window of opportunity at all,' Lana tried to convince herself, but she just couldn't dare bring up her idea right now.

In the meantime, she felt Clark thoroughly watching her but she decided to go easy on the staring contest for the moment while she's gathering her thoughts. She decided to just let him check her out, through the uncomfortable silence that was slowly seeping in between them.

Feeling a tad bit self-conscious, Lana flipped some locks of hair off one shoulder and licked her lips slowly and deliberately while focusing into nothing in particular in front of her.

Clark found himself giving Lana a once over, this time in slow motion - noticing the way her skin glowed under the lights, the way her mezmerizing eyes glimmered as she was immersed in deep thought, the way her hair flowed down on her shoulders in slight curls, framing her face perfectly. She was wearing a black halter-top, showing her smooth and tan shoulders, arms and her back. Her jeans were also black and fit tightly over her lower body. She looked like she just came back from a party or clubbing or something - it is Friday night, after all, and Lana does run with the "in" crowd - those who constantly have a life after school and especially on the weekends.

Clark kept watching as Lana flipped her hair and licked her lips gently. He sighed in reaction and as if on auto-mode thought, "God, Lana you're so damn sexy!" not realizing he had actually whispered those words outloud, but presenting a renewed opportunity for further conversation between them.

"I'm sorry... what was that, Clark? I barely heard what you just said." Lana couldn't stop herself. She threw a flirtatious smile at him. She was sure he had just mumbled that she was sexy.

"Uh... nothing." Clark cleared his throat. "(ahem) I didn't say anything!" he said, trying to keep a straight face.

"Ha! I heard you say something, you know. C'mon now..." Lana teased. He continued to shake his head in denial so she then decided to play along.

In a quick motion, Lana moved across the couch to sit closer to him and with the forefinger on her right hand, she tapped the tip of his nose gently. "Liar liar, Pinnocchio's nose is on fire!" she giggled.

"Whaaat? 'Scuze me?" He gave her a most innocent look, pretending not to understand what she was talking about. He grabbed her finger away from his face and gripped it hard enough so she cannot retrieve it that easily. She giggled again and tried to pull her finger back but to no avail.

Then with his right forefinger, he pointed and tapped at her nose, just as she did him. "You, little missy, are hearing things." he teased back.

Suddenly - and to both their suprise, Lana lifted her chin so quickly and caught Clark's finger in between her teeth. She softly bit the tip of it, not letting go.

They instantaneously became quiet.

Clark gulped and gazed hypnotically at Lana's mouth as he felt the inviting wet warmth wrapped around his finger. A dangerous twinkle gleamed in Lana's eyes as she proceeded to roll her tongue around and sucked on his finger a few seconds before releasing it ever so slowly, watching the reaction on his face.

He gasped and his body reacted instantly, his blood rushing rapidly into his veins and making his arousal evident.

"Oh gawd... L-Lana, d-do you know what you're doing to me?" huskily, Clark whispered, his mouth dry, as he continued to stare at her mouth.

He didn't wait for an answer.

Instead he leaned over, letting go of her finger which he held captive a moment ago, then kissed her on the lips gently. It was all he could do not to frighten her with a raging kiss, which he so desperately wanted to do right this moment. He had to tame himself abruptly, especially that this was his first kiss - ever. And to top it off, he's actually kissing his dreamgirl, Lana Lang, so he didn't want to ruin a thing.

His right hand cupped one side of her face, his thumb gently rubbing her cheek, while his other arm wrapped around her waist. Lana didn't fight it. She welcomed his embrace and kissed him back, grazing her lips softly on his. She raised both arms and encircled his neck, enjoying the feel of his hard body so close to hers.

This kiss was, in truth, a nice surprise for Lana, as she has not been kissed this way by anyone. It was definitely different - not the regular sloppy-wet, mouth-gagging, tongue-in-throat kisses she had experienced before with other boys. Well ok, so she's only exchanged spit a total of 4 times so far - though she couldn't remember their names at this moment, but none of those can compare to this... to how Clark was kissing her ever so gently, ever so slowly... taking his time to fully enjoy the sensual pleasure, the sweetest taste of her lips.

He held her tighter, eliminating any space between them as he drew her closer to his body... his body, which was now half on top of hers, getting her more excited, especially as she felt his hard arousal rubbing on her leg. She sighed into his mouth. Clark took this as a further invitation to explore her mouth more so he darted his tongue out and licked her upper lip then her lower lip languidly...

... oh but still he wanted to taste more!

Clark tilted his head for better access and Lana responded by opening her mouth to him and moaning as soon as he found her tongue with his. Their tongues tentatively started dueling, bringing their kiss deeper. After what seemed an eternity, he broke the kiss and began to nibble on Lana's lower lip for a bit, envoking a tickling sensation which she delighted upon...

He pulled away briefly and again grazed his tongue on her upper lip. In response, Lana swiftly caught his tongue with her lips and ever so lighty sucked on its tip, sending electric sparks on both their spines.

Clark groaned while Lana did her magic on his tongue. It didn't take long before he pulled his tongue back and pulled back, breathless. Lana didn't complain as they both needed to gasp for air badly.

He rested his forehead on hers and managed to say, "Lana... you're driving me absolutely crazy!" while his breathing was still ragged.

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Part 2 - The Talk

As her breathing calmed Lana moved her head back and met Clark's lustful gaze with her own. Just as they were both drawn to lock lips again a loud shrill came about and caught them both by surprise, jolting them to move apart from each other fast.

"Fuckin' ey!" Lana exclaimed unexpectedly. Clark was amused at her potty mouth.

It was her cell phone ringing and vibrating from her front jean pocket. Lana leaned back fumbling to reach for it.

Clark burst out laughing. "I was gonna say, 'Hey Lana your uhm..." he looked purposely at her middle region and wiggled his eyebrows up and down. "...is vibrating!"

She glared at him.

"Oh-kay, nevermind... nasty joke," he said and continued to laugh. He really DID feel the damn phone vibrating so close to his groin area while his body was pressed onto hers.

Before she answered, she put a finger on his lips to muffle his laughter. "Sorry, Clark, I gotta take this call," she said as she flipped her cellphone open.

"Hello? Oh, hi Aunt Nell..." she greeted.

Lana raised an eyebrow at Clark not because he did shut his mouth... Now he started to shower her finger with tiny soft kisses, making it hard for her to concentrate on listening to her aunt's inquiries. Clark just winked at her as she attempted to pull her finger away from his lips.

"Uhm, no I'm sorry...11:45 already? I didn't wear a watch so I-I...didn't know how late... it... is...(pause)" Lana's eyes widened in surprise. This time Clark managed to flip her hand over and continued to shower her palm with more tender kisses.

"Uh, yes, that's right. Samantha, Ashley and I (pause)..." she said, trying to tug her hand away from Clark's mouth.

"...we uh went to the movies earlier... (pause)" Lana tugged her hand a bit harder and successfully got her hand free from Clark. He just shrugged and smiled at her as she continued to talk.

"...We did stop by at Vince Mitchell's house for his birthday party...(pause)...Yes I promise...(pause)... no, I was good - no booze, no drugs, no boys, nothing. (pause)..." She had to motion Clark to hush up because he started laughing again upon hearing what she just said.

"uh... Don't worry, I'm driving straight home and goin' straight to bed soon. (pause)... Ok, you too. See you tomorrow then. (pause)... Goodnight, Aunt Nell," she finished, sighing relief.

Lana flipped her cell phone off and then quickly placed it on the coffee table instead of shoving it back into her jeans again.

"No boys, huh? And what... you consider me I'm a girl now?" Clark joked. "Wait, wait... don't turn your head to me so fast, your nose has grown so long!"

"Ah, shut up, Clark" Lana slightly slapped his arm in mock-anger.

"My, my, my... I didn't know you had it in you to straight out lie, Lana," he continued to tease.

Her expression softened and she kept her voice low. "There's more to me than you know...and you have absolutely no idea."

"Ooo, does that mean I get a chance of getting to know you and your bad side then?" he asked, his eyes glimmered with hope.

Lana's heart started beating erratically. 'Whoa... my God, this is it - my chance to spill... Shit, here goes nothing!'

"Uhm, actually...funny that you just said that... I have a feeling that it is safe for me to let my guard down after all and even show you my bad side," she stated, eyeing him carefully. "Provided, of course, that you let your guard down and let me get to know you and your bad side as well." And she paused.

"You can keep secrets, right Clark?" she asked.

Quickly he replied, "Believe me, I'm the Fort Knox of secrets!" He thought to himself quietly, 'Heck, talk about secrets... I don't think any other secret can fuckin' top mine.' Just this past week, he found out from his father that he was actually "not from around here".

"Good to know then," she told him, her eyes lighting up as she smiled and continued. "Sooo, Clark... I have this uber-crazy idea. Well actually I've thought about it for the past few weeks now. It's just not some random thing that I came up with ok..."

"Yeah...?" Clark almost couldn't contain his curiosity.

"Well, I was just wondering," she began. She now was fidgety and couldn't stop herself from blushing profusely. "Uhm...since you and I have, uhm... caught each other in the act. What do you think about helping each other out sometimes...you know, to relieve that kind'a tension?"

Clark's jaw dropped in major disbelief - for the second time this evening. He opened his mouth and closed it again, at least twice in succession, not sure how to react, or what to say.

'Lana couldn't possibly be punking my ass... or is she?' he wondered, his eyes full of doubt.

She clearly saw his hesitation and thought, 'God, he must think my mind has gone on a permanent vacation to the gutters. Well DUH, ain't that the truth?'

Folks, welcome to another session of Perverts Anonymous! Tonight is an open mic session so release all inhibition and just feel free to grab the mic. Ah, here's a brave one to break the ice. 'Hello, I'm Lana, goddess of Pervert Paradise.' Oh damn, her mind seemed to have become a psycho comic who enjoyed telling the awful truth.

She shook her head and swallowed hard.

"Look Clark, like I said it's a super-crazy idea. I won't take it personal if you don't agree and you don't want to do it... I promise. In fact, why don't you just forget-"

"Wait, Lana... are you being serious?" he asked.

She looked him straight in the eye and nodded. There's no mistaking that she was dead serious.

"H-how long do I have... t-to think about this, I mean?" he asked again.

Deep inside, a part of him was doing a victory dance and screaming, 'Yes, Yess, YESSS! I wanna be your love slave!', but the other part tugged hard on his sleeve, trying to reason with his wild side, 'This could lead to big trouble, Clark Kent, young master of the Pervert Universe.'

"Well, I... when I made this offer I only meant it for you solely because of the recent events between us. So I leave it up to you to decide exactly when to give me an answer. Hopefully before we grow gray hairs and wrinkles?" she grimaced at her poor attempt to make light of it. Besides, she didn't want to sound over-eager or desperate, because she wasn't!

'At least I've already laid my guts on the table. The butcher knife is in his hands now.' she pondered, amused at how her mind had such a twisted way of stating the obvious.

"Anyways," she started saying, as she got up and grabbed her cell phone from the coffee table. "...I'm gonna head home now, as I've already missed my midnight curfew. Good thing Aunt Nell is still in Metropolis and won't be home until tomorrow afternoon so I'm free from facing any punishment tonight."

"Well, aren't you lucky," he stated, smiling at her as he got up.

"I can walk you home, Lana," he offered.

"Nah, don't worry about it Clark. You're already in your pj's. I'll be fine," she answered.

"But it's nothing, really," he insisted, quickly slipping his tennis shoes on and followed her down the steps of his loft.

"You won't get in trouble, would you?" she asked. She actually meant that she didn't want to be the cause of it, for she knew the Kents had strict rules that Clark obediently abided.

"My parents have long been asleep, so not to worry." he replied.

"Okay, suit yourself then," she shrugged, seeing that he was already walking beside her.

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To be continued...

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A/N #1: Gotta give shout outs to: Jennifer... silly12 ... Nightcrawler8 - Ey, Aaron... you seem to know how my Clana mind works, damn! Oh but it's understandable since you're just as Clana obsessed as I am, right :D ... NemuYxis - I'm glad I've kept your interest so far :D ... Ghostwriter626 - yeah, I'm workin' on writing more chapters, hope you stay with me 'til the end :D ... Kiraa-Miroku-Forever& PurplePiggy - welcome to my fic ... A (why u gotta be so anonymous? hehe) ... KrIsToM4EvaA1031 - hiya :)

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