Clark had so much energy lately, finally feeling like his life was moving forward with purpose. Over the next month he slowly formed a plan to begin helping people on a larger scale. Clark eventually told his mother about the Fortress and learning of his home planet, spurring a long conversation that included his future plans regarding his powers and the recent news about Lana, much to Martha's delight. When at home, Clark took up all the chores and fixed anything and everything around the farm. He fixed the barn doors so that they wouldn't creak, the cracks in the ceiling in the kitchen, the leaky faucet in the bathtub, and the fence around the chicken coop in the first week back. He'd even remodeled his old loft in the barn. The sale of the house to Lana's extended family would take a little while to be finalized, but he figured he could get everything in even better shape long before then. Little by little, he'd helped Martha start sorting the things they'd take with them from the things they wouldn't.
At the Fortress, Clark found that Kelex had the ability to access any and all electronic data on Earth, and so used that to his advantage. Clark made sure to learn the Kryptonian language as best he could, as well as many of Earth's languages that he had not already learned. At about twelve languages, he'd decided that was a good place to stop. Kelex served as decent conversational practice, but Clark still found learning languages to be rather difficult. He struggled with sign languages particularly, since the movements came with postures and expressions that denoted specific connotations. If he was at all representative of Kryptonian intelligence and ability, then they hadn't been all that more advanced than humans in terms of capacity. According to Kelex, it was more likely that Krypton was so advanced because of millions of cycles of technological achievements, not because they were naturally more intelligent. Clark considered himself extremely lucky he had powers and an artificial intelligence at his disposal. Otherwise it would have taken him years to be proficient in a language it had actually only taken several days to learn.
Moving on to further his training, he and Kelex created a testing center for his powers that doubled as a small obstacle course designed to push his limits and foster mastery of his powers. The hardest part for him was estimating the amount of power he would need to exert, especially when the challenges became much more difficult. Sometimes he'd have to carry several thousand tons or move through manipulated gravity, which required much more strength and balance than he'd normally have to use.
Clark discovered that he could actually get tired if driven far enough. He'd done a test on his heat vision and blasted a large piece of crystal as forcefully as he could for as long as he could. After about three full minutes, he'd actually started to feel groggy and had needed to take a breather. Most recently, he'd tested his flight stamina in a scenario where he'd have to stay above ground for hours while flying against the force of Earth's gravity multiplied by fifty. The ground was electrified to give him a little extra motivation, and after about four hours Clark found out how much it hurt to be electrocuted. Even though he was extraordinarily durable, some things harmful to humans had the potential to be harmful to him as well.
Despite all the practice, Clark knew it didn't take into account the human element. He would need to get that training and experience firsthand. He'd have no choice but to fully come out to the world. Doubt seeped into him more and more at the idea. He wasn't human, anyway. Did he really have a right to try and single-handedly change things for them, even if it was for the better? Was it even possible? Earth had been his home for as long as he could remember and he felt like its problems were his. If he could do something to make the world a better place, then why shouldn't he? But…how many would accept him as a foreigner with so much power? Benevolent intentions were all well and good, but what if nobody felt safe because they thought they were being manipulated by an alien overlord?
Deciding to talk with the two most important women in his life for guidance, he shut off most of the Fortress's systems and had Kelex do routine diagnostic scans before grabbing the Zeta teleporter.
He'd used it for the first time almost a month ago, teleporting himself and his ship back to the Fortress. Clark had tinkered with it using Kelex as a guide, learning the physics and mechanics of the device. Its travel range was directly proportional to its charge and inversely proportional to its mass range. Clark figured that on his journey to Earth from Krypton, it could beam a maximum distance of almost two light-years in empty space. Apparently this was short-range compared to Rann's normal teleportation capabilities. The main drawback was that the power source (a radioactive metal about which even Kelex knew next to nothing and definitely not from Earth) emitted energy extremely slowly, which meant that the device needed to charge up again before enough energy was available to be used for long distance teleportation. Luckily for Clark, even if he'd wanted to go to the other side of the planet, he would only need to wait about fifteen and a half seconds to use the teleporter again. Despite Jor-El and Sardath having fixed the need for empty space when Zeta-beaming, there still needed to be a point of focus in order to direct the beam. Otherwise it would just teleport the length of its available range in the direction of least resistance. This was why Kelex had given him the "homing crystal."
Clark put the device in his pocket and flew out of the Fortress thinking about Lana. She had started to get used to his powers, and was now comfortable enough to have him use them around her while they were alone. She'd even asked for him to heat up leftover food with his heat vision last week, although it took a while to get there. His strength, his x-ray vision, and his ability to fly were the easiest for her to digest, but early on Lana had specifically asked him not to use his super-speed or heat vision without warning her first. Clark knew it was a lot to handle, so he made sure he did whatever she needed him to so she could feel comfortable.
It was a stark change, considering they had seen each other more times in the past few weeks than they had in the past two years. Part of Clark was worried that they might be moving too fast all of a sudden (even if his mother would argue they had been moving too slowly for years), but Lana seemed to be going along with it just fine, so Clark wasn't going to complain.
Clark was cruising at about Mach 2 before slowing down to half the speed of sound to check his vibrating phone. It was a text from the woman he'd just been thinking about.
OFFICIALLY ON SPRING BREAK! Come over?
He decided he would. After texting his mom that he'd be in Central City, Clark told Lana he was on his way and wondered if Chloe was home with her. Clark liked Chloe, especially after visiting for roommate game nights, but he had to admit he hoped she wasn't home.
Lana was finally free – at least for the next week or so. The first thought she'd had when coming home from her group lab session was to sleep for a few years. She needed the rest, and had even cut back her time volunteering at the animal shelter just for more time to relax. Lana hadn't had a job in over a year purely out of choice, because she knew the added stress would make her want to set everything on fire. She'd had a job all throughout undergrad and still had a bunch of money saved up, but she'd also had the memories of being sleep deprived and over-caffeinated for almost three years straight to go along with that. Lana knew she was lucky though. Her parents had saved thousands of dollars since she was born for her college tuition, and since she'd gotten grants and scholarships to pay for that, her mother had given her what was saved to cover whatever else was needed. About the only thing they ever got right, she thought bitterly, unlocking her front door. She shook her head, chastising herself. They weren't bad all the time. Just most of the time.
Lana texted Clark to come over after showering and got a response that he'd be there in about forty-five minutes. She'd dried the excess water off of her body and relished in the knowledge that she'd be home alone for the weekend. Chloe had called her a few hours earlier saying that she would be going back to Kansas City for a couple of days to see her dad and brother, which meant that Lana could be totally free. Foregoing clothing altogether, she let her hair air-dry and went about making dinner completely nude. Ten minutes later, some chicken and chopped vegetables were placed in the oven.
Lana brought her laptop out to the kitchen to browse through some YouTube videos, but she couldn't focus on any of them. Every so often her mind would drift to thoughts of Clark. She wouldn't dare sacrifice her composure and ogle him openly, but she'd always spent many of their moments together stealing glances to admire the way he looked.
Between Lana and her roommate, Lana was the least boy-crazy, though that wasn't saying much. Unfortunately, she was entirely straight and didn't normally come across many guys who could stifle their idiocy long enough to stimulate those feelings in her and so often went a while without sex, much to the teasing of her roommate. Obviously Clark doesn't have that problem, she thought. With his annoyingly perfect smile and annoyingly wholesome farm-boy charm and his annoyingly gorgeous everything. Not being immune, she figured it wouldn't be difficult for him to get other women to feel the same way. A grimace touched her face as she scrolled mindlessly. The thought of Clark having sex with some random woman was definitely not one of her favorites. Lana had noticed, and willfully ignored, women (and men) leering at him when they took walks around the neighborhood, knowing full well that if she didn't control her emotions she had the potential to be quite the jealous girlfriend. Thankfully, Clark seemed to be totally oblivious to all the staring.
She smiled to herself. It was annoying, but Lana found that she liked being all excited about him. At any moment she could be possessed by the urge to kiss him, run her fingers through his hair, or jump on his back for a piggyback ride. Or maybe ride him a different way , she thought. Lana hoped to get a hold on that persistent train of thought. For as long as she'd known Clark, she had always been vaguely aware of all his great qualities and how much of a catch he was. But ever since the night that they kissed for the first time Lana had been feeling her acknowledgement melt into a longing that was getting harder and harder to control.
Clark never made a move on her, which was both endearing and frustrating. By now, Lana would have lost interest if it had been anyone else. But she'd caught the way he looked at her. She figured out early on that Clark wanted her just as much as she wanted him or even more so, but was too used to being careful all the time to unabashedly take what he wanted. She couldn't blame him. After spending all those years being so cautious about his powers, the habit had to have developed emotionally as well. Either way, she preferred dealing with someone considerate over someone who wasn't.
Admittedly, she hadn't taken any initiative either. The first couple of weeks after their kiss were a little awkward, to put it mildly, and the two of them were a little tentative to explore this new territory. But that did nothing to dampen her feelings. Clark had a way of flawlessly mixing his shy, good-natured side with his confident sarcastic side, which Lana found irrefutably attractive. Even his awkwardness was charming, especially when he'd cover up any embarrassment with a well-placed one-liner. In truth, Lana had always had a thing for him. It had just been covered up by her loneliness when she was a teenager. Lana would never admit it out loud, but her knowledge of the fact that she didn't need friends did absolutely nothing to erase the fact that she desperately wanted friends. So when Clark came into her life, all lanky arms and wavy hair, she held onto him tight and never let him go.
Funnily enough, it had only taken one physically intimate action to make the switch from friend to something more. It was like her heart had been frantically waiting for any small opening it could use to tell her brain what was up, and then it took its chance. Before, she'd miss Clark from time to time but going months without talking with him was never that big a deal. Now, talking to him made her giddy with excitement and she couldn't go a day without doing so at some point. Of course, she was always smooth and kept her cool when she did. She wouldn't let a man's ego run rampant with the knowledge she was completely head over heels for him, even if it was Clark.
Lana's phone vibrated and she snatched it up. She had a text from Clark asking if she'd eaten.
"Shit," she whispered, cursing her absentmindedness. Lana was cooking with Clark in mind but obviously forgot to tell him that. Instead of texting back, she decided to take a video. Too lazy to put on any clothes she recorded herself aiming just above the top of her chest. A mischievous smirk slipped onto her face with the knowledge that she was about to make this video completely naked. It wasn't obvious, but she figured Clark would have an idea if he was observant enough. The thought of it sent a warm shiver up her spine.
"I am currently making dinner, so make sure you get here with an empty stomach. You can bring some snacks and booze if you want, though." Lana dropped her voice a little. "It's just us tonight."
She sent the video message to Clark. After setting pasta to boil on the stove, she went to get dressed. Pulling on a white sports bra, matching underwear, black leggings and a green long-sleeved crop top, Lana chuckled at the idea of answering the door totally nude when Clark arrived. The look on his face would be hilarious. She pulled her hair back in a ponytail and went to check on the food.
Lana checked her phone and saw a text from Clark, immediately preceded by a heart-eyes emoji.
See you soon.
Cooking had lulled Lana into a peaceful state of mild relaxation, but now she was all perked up again. When the pasta was ready, she turned everything off and set the table while humming to herself. An easy night in with Clark was exactly what Lana wanted and needed, and it came a lot quicker than expected as the doorbell rang.
Lana padded over on bare feet and answered the door to find her best friend (boyfriend? she wasn't sure, they hadn't yet had that conversation) with a thoughtful expression on his face that immediately changed into a smile. Lana snaked her hands around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him slowly, savoring the feel of his lips.
"Hello to you, too," said Clark after they broke apart.
Lana pulled him inside by the arm. He was holding two small bags and a case of beer. "Hey, handsome. You hungry?"
Clark chuckled at her exaggerated deep voice. "Always. Where's Chloe?"
"Well that just does wonders for my ego." Lana took the bags from him and put them on the kitchen counter before draining the pasta she'd left on the stove.
Her voice was teasing, but Clark still soothed. He walked up behind her at the sink and wrapped his arms around her waist. She settled back into him as he kissed her cheek. "It should, because I'm trying to have you all to myself. I missed you."
Lana tried to hold back a smile, but failed. They'd seen each other five days ago and texted every day since, but hell if she didn't miss him too.
"She's staying with family for the weekend. It's just you and me."
They hadn't really had much extended alone time over the past month, as Lana had a busy schedule and Clark hadn't wanted to crowd her much. He'd visited every week and sometimes more than once in a week, but he never stayed the night. Clark wasn't sure what the protocol was for whatever he had with Lana at the moment, and neither one of them had initiated a conversation about it. It wasn't exactly awkward between them, but there was definitely an elephant in the room that was getting ignored.
Lana turned around in Clark's arms and hopped up on her tiptoes to kiss him. It was a quick peck with jovial energy that made him laugh before she slipped away to serve the food and open beer bottles. Clark made sure to help, and soon they were eating with Lana at one end of the table and him at her left.
They talked while they ate, swapping stories of the day's activities. Lana was fascinated with things that involved Clark's powers, now that she knew. Admittedly, she had always thought it would be extremely cool (albeit terrifying) to find that humans weren't alone in the universe but finding out her best friend was an alien was something she just hadn't been ready for. During the first week she pretended to be totally chill about it while still internally freaking out, but by the end of the second week she found it wasn't really much of an act. The more she saw Clark, the more relaxed she became. Nothing about Clark's personality or demeanor had changed much, which made it easier for her to ease into acceptance. Now she was excited to hear about Clark's "Fortress."
Clark listened intently as she rambled about her project concerning a jet engine, her lecture, and her professional applications her professors had urged their students to complete for months now. She'd applied for internships and fellowships with all the big names first (The Boeing Company, NASA, Kord Industries, Tesla, and LuthorCorp) before going on to apply for a bunch of other ones after researching little by little. She hadn't gotten into Kord or NASA, but was still waiting on responses from the other three. Clark loved hearing Lana talk about engineering, because even though it took a lot out of her he knew that she loved it. Most of her life had been devoid of choice, so being in Central City with the opportunity to do what she thought would make her happy and was important to Clark.
Lana watched Clark finish the last of his food. His tongue darted out to catch the sauce at the corner of his mouth, revealing one of his shallow dimples and accentuating his jaw. He was wearing mostly black today, except for the white t-shirt beneath his open black and grey flannel. There was no jacket this time, so she could see the outline of his broad shoulders. She whimpered internally. He's so gorgeous it's almost annoying, she thought. It's obviously because he's an alien. Humans don't get to look that good all the time.
"You're staring," said Clark suddenly. Lana jumped at his interjection, snapping back to reality.
She finished her plate. "Well, yeah. You're quite the looker."
He chuckled, smirking with a hint of a blush. No fucking way! Lana screamed in her head. You can't be adorable and sexy at the same time. It's not fair! There are rules to this shit.
"Thanks. I guess I'm not bad looking," Clark responded, getting up and taking their dishes. He turned the faucet in the kitchen sink on and barely a minute later the dishes were all washed.
Watching his speed wasn't nearly as alarming for Lana as it used to be. "That's like saying the sun is just kinda warm," she answered.
"It is kinda warm."
"Your modesty is ridiculous."
"I like to leave the cockiness to you. It's well deserved anyway."
"Damn straight." Lana retrieved her laptop and put on a playlist before setting it aside and heading to the couch. Clark followed and they settled on the left side, Lana half sitting in his lap with her legs stretched out horizontally. The music played softly in the background while they talked, laughing and teasing and debating in serious tones. Lana had her arm draped across his left shoulder so that her hand was resting between his shoulder blades when she leaned back against the side of the couch. Clark's left arm sat on the armrest against which Lana was leaning, so that she was resting against his arm as well and his hand held her left side. His right hand rested on top of her legs, occasionally drifting back and forth over her leggings. They were soft, clinging to her muscular legs like a second skin. When in this position, he never could keep his hands off them for long. Not that he wanted to anyway. Lana's presence had a way of making itself felt, so whenever she was close his senses were completely flooded with her. The only scent in the air was hers. The spot on his back where her fingers rested burned. The proximity had him almost screaming internally with the need to be closer to her.
Clark was acutely aware of Lana's voice as well, so even when distracted he had no problem paying attention to the conversation. She was animated, talking about how much she lovedThe Breakfast Club even though she acknowledged how overhyped it's been over the years. He couldn't help but smile. She was waving her free hand around with her words in tandem with outrageous facial expressions. Lana wasn't normally super talkative, but she was with him. He liked that.
"But the song at the end!" she exclaimed. "It's so good. It feels just like the movie feels."
"Yeah, I do love that song," said Clark. "But my favorite 80s movie is still Ferris Bueller's Day Off ."
Lana rolled her eyes while a smile grew on her face. "I guess we can't all have impeccable movie taste, can we?"
He gave her an offended look. "What? That movie is great!"
"I don't disagree. But better than The Breakfast Club though? That's just crazy talk."
Clark narrowed his eyes at her in mock annoyance. They settled in even closer than they were before. Clark's hand went back to gliding over her legs. Lana dragged her hand across the top of Clark's back and up his neck, fingertips barely sliding over his skin and stopping to play with his hair. Clark sighed contentedly.
Lana watched Clark in their silence. She was studying his face like she did from time to time, but his hand on her legs was very distracting. Little did Clark know that this move of his always drove Lana absolutely crazy. She was sure it was something he just did absentmindedly since they'd established their comfort with physical contact, but that just made it even hotter. Lana knew she was the more physical one, liking to touch because she liked to be touched, so it was nice when Clark initiated that on his own. Any and all contact carried an emotional element for her, and this one came with a relaxed kind of bliss. At least, that's what it had been for years. More recently though, it had carried a little extra intensity and she was feeling it now.
Clark's hands were strong, and she could feel it even in his soft touches. Every time he would move upward her stomach would clench with the effort of making sure she didn't squirm in his lap.
"That's distracting."
Clark's voice snapped Lana out of her mounting excitement. Blinking, she registered what he said. You don't fucking say, buddy! she thought in response. Out loud, she gave a different one. "What's distracting?"
"Your hand. The way you touch me." Lana continued playing with his hair, spurred on by his words. Clark closed his eyes and sighed. He was sensitive to touch, and the lazy yet confident way Lana touched him made his heart pound in his chest. She had soft hands that were stronger than they looked, which was something Clark always found quite attractive. Feeling them on him like this was always enough to get him thinking some impure thoughts.
Lana snaked her hand up to close her fist around a wad of his wavy hair and pulled down slowly on a whim. Clark let his head roll back, opening his eyes and drifting them over to look Lana in the face. He raised an eyebrow. His face didn't have much of an expression, but Lana saw his eyes hold a challenge.
A loud vibrating noise interrupted their moment, and Clark's eyes shifted to find the source of the sound automatically. It was Lana's phone, whose screen had just lit up with a notification. Lana had set it on top of her laptop earlier, and Clark could see it clearly from where he was sitting. "You've got an email," he said.
Lana blinked, coming out of their moment much slower than he had. "Really? It's late, even for school emails."
She leaned over and snatched up her phone. Both of them were silent for a moment before Lana spoke again. "Holy shit," she whispered with unfocused eyes. "Holy shit!"
"What? What is it?" asked Clark.
Lana's blank face changed to one of pure joy and excitement with a big, bright smile as she thrusted her phone in his face. He took it from her and read it three times all the way through at super speed. It was an acceptance letter, right there in plain text: Lana was chosen to be part of a small group of graduates that were to be mentored and groomed for the industry as they contributed to important projects. Clark marveled at the coincidence; they'd just talked about this earlier.
"You got into the LuthorCorp Fellowship," he breathed with wide eyes, a lopsided smile growing on his face.
Lana was still grinning from ear to ear, practically buzzing. "I got into the LuthorCorp Fellowship! I got in!"
"You got in!" Clark laughed. Lana curled herself inward and lurched forward, tackling him in a huge, crushing hug. The movement was awkward in such a small space since they were so close together, resulting in Lana straddling his lap. He hugged her back and whispered in her ear, "I'm so proud of you."
Lana pulled back and looked at him, her arms still around his neck. It was just five words, but they'd sent her spiraling in a whirlwind of emotion. To her it was silly to be so affected by something so simple. And yet, hearing Clark say what she'd been longing to hear from others but hadn't was almost more than she could handle. She didn't trust herself to respond with her words, so she kissed him deeply, putting as much as she could into the display of affection. Clark didn't complain. He kissed her just as intensely and held her tighter to him.
His heart swelled and his body buzzed with the same burst of happiness he always got when they kissed. It was something on a level of its own, and he knew he'd never tire of it.
At first the kiss was all warm emotion, but they soon found that neither of them could stop. It was instinctual. They ebbed and flowed like a rising tide. Little by little they created a bit more distance, letting their hands take advantage and roam.
Lana backed up off of him to settle herself even closer and mashed her lips to his again, surging forward to keep her body in contact with his. She could feel his arms wrapping around her waist, sparking a deeper, hungrier kiss than they'd ever had. Her fingers dug into him and she swallowed a groan of his at the touch. Lana whimpered at the sound, sliding her hands up to hold his face. The two of them were breathless, kissing and holding each other like each was the other's only source of air. Clark's hands squeezed around her hips, and she couldn't stop the moan that forced its way out of her throat. Lana grinded against him, feeling his now noticeable hardness through his jeans and the wetness forming between her own legs. The sound of Clark's ragged breaths mixed with hers sent her spiraling. Clark raked his hands over her thighs and then gripped them forcefully, and she just about lost it.
Clark couldn't think. From the moment their lips met, he was dizzy with everything Lana. He could hear both their hearts pounding. The feel of her hips grinding in his lap was otherworldly. There was a time when the thought of being like this with Lana was beyond his wildest dreams, but the taste of her tongue and the strength of her hands told him that it was real. The small sounds that came up from the back of her throat elicited some of his own.
Clark slipped his hands under her thighs and lifted her, standing up and breaking the kiss. He blinked to get his bearings, but Lana immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and started kissing down his jaw and along his neck. Before he could completely lose focus, he moved quickly, gliding to Lana's bedroom in a blur. She didn't seem to notice, too busy trying to devour him to pay attention to anything else. Instead, she found his lips again and kissed him hard, alternating between biting and sucking on his lips with her own. Her arms were tight around his neck, draped downward with her nails digging into his back. They both were panting now, clinging to each other as if trying to melt into one.
Lana lowered her legs and finally broke this kiss, chest heaving as she stood less than a foot away from her best friend with her back to her bed. Clark saw her glazed eyes refocus, darting around the room. Lana looked back up and gave him a devilish grin.
"Sneaky," she huffed in almost a whisper, her voice wrapped with the edge of arousal. She grabbed Clark by his shirt and pulled, turning both of them around so that they switched positions. Clark moved to bring her closer again, but she pushed him back to stop his advance and instead lifted his t-shirt. In seconds, it was on the floor. Lana's eyes glided over every inch of his bare torso, and an audible sigh escaped her lips. She was already wet for him, but at this rate she thought she'd soak her leggings.
He was perfect to her, chiseled and defined as all hell, but not overly ripped and bulging. There was some hair on his chest and just above his waist line, but the rest of him was bare. She studied the freckles and beauty marks on his skin with the light from the hallway and smiled. Lana almost lost herself in awe until her eyes settled upon his abs, which immediately gave her the urge to lick him. They were beautiful and just slightly asymmetrical; Lana doubted she would have realized had she not been this close to him. She raked her hands over them, licking her lips. She was grateful that Clark had forgone his shoes and button-down earlier, because any type of clothing would be a complete hindrance. The less, the better. Her brown eyes found his again, and the dark blue held a hunger she'd never seen in them before. Lana wanted to see how far she could take him.
Pressing against him, she dragged her hand down over his skin to the top of his pants. Though Clark had been quite physical minutes before, now he stood almost frozen. Lana watched him watch her, emboldened with each passing second. Her hands made quick work of his belt, and with a quick tug she'd taken it off and tossed it onto the floor to keep his shirt company. Next was her own t-shirt. The sports bra she wore left her showing ample cleavage and exposed midriff, flaunting a flat stomach with just a hint of abs. She'd worked a ton to get past her self-consciousness, both mentally and physically, and now took pleasure at putting herself on display. Clark seemed to appreciate it too, since his eyes immediately caressed her form when she'd stripped, lingering on her breasts, muscles, and the swell of her hips.
Lana slipped forward to unbutton Clark's jeans when he finally moved again. His hands came to catch her wrists, and before Lana could give him a look of confusion he turned her around to face away from him. Clark knelt and pulled at her leggings, sliding them over her hips and down her legs so she could step out of them. He ran his hands over her bare legs, reveling in the smoothness of her skin while moving to kiss and lick the small of her back and around her hips.
Lana thrust back into him and squeezed her thighs together. Her mind reeled at the sensations. Yep, she was definitely soaked now. Clark turned her around again and, still on his knees, began giving the same treatment as before. Lana felt his tongue nip at the skin just above her panties and her hips bucked while an involuntary moan hit the air.
"Clark," she gasped. Her skin was humming. And as much as she was loving every second of his teasing, she needed to have him. Now.
She pulled him upward and pushed against his chest. "Pants off, please," she said in a commanding tone.
Clark raised an eyebrow, but complied. Now standing in only his boxers, he pulled her forward to kiss her again. Lana relished the feel of being pressed against his body, and reached between them to feel how hard he was. It was like holding steel, and she hummed appreciatively at the contact. She rubbed him back and forth through the material, drawing a grunt from Clark that rumbled deep in his chest. The sound drove her crazy, and she immediately broke the kiss and dropped to her knees.
Lana practically tore his boxers off of him and then took him into her mouth. Clark's response was immediate, a low sigh flowing through his lips. She dragged her hands over his thighs and bobbed her head forward and back, taking more and more of him until he reached the back of her throat. She wrapped her lips around his cock and slowly pulled back to the tip, dragging her tongue underneath him. Her eyes had been closed, savoring the feel of him in her mouth, but she opened them to look up at him. At first his were closed too, his forehead creased with the effort of controlling his breathing. Soon they were open, looking down at her as she teased him with her tongue.
"You're good at that," he panted.
Lana sucked him in again for a few more strokes and then came up off him. She replaced her mouth with her hand and stroked him with a painstaking slowness. Her head tilted a bit and her trademark smirk reappeared on her face. There were very few things Lana loved more than having someone fall prey and lose control at the attention of her mouth and tongue. It was so erotic, and seeing Clark struggle to keep his composure was the biggest turn on. She leaned back in, talking almost to the appendage in front of her as much as the man to which it was connected.
"Oh, so you like that, huh?" Lana engulfed him with her mouth again, trying one last time to take all of him into her throat, but to no avail. She groaned in both frustration and admiration, and used a hand to stroke the bottom of his shaft while she licked and sucked the top. Lana hadn't been with too many guys, but she'd always been able to take their entire length into her mouth. Clark wasn't unusually long, but definitely proportionate to the size of the rest of him and thicker than she would've guessed. The feel of him rocking his hips to get him further into her mouth made her hornier than she'd ever been, and she reached between her own legs to touch herself. Her panties were sticking to her, and she had to peel the fabric away to get direct contact. Her fingertips glided across her folds, coating themselves in her wetness before attacking her clit. She built up a fast rhythm working both of them vigorously, moaning around her best friend's cock.
Clark was in a state of bliss, unable to control the low grunts and moans rumbling in his chest. Lana's mouth was too good on him, and he found himself slipping a hand into her hair and thrusting his hips in excitement. He loved the little noises she made around him and the flawless way she both sucked and stroked him had his body swimming with pleasure. When he was younger he'd been extremely worried about losing control of his powers during intimate moments, but in the past few years he'd eased himself into more and more practice, so he wasn't too worried. But now, panting and at the mercy of his best friend's affections, he knew it would take much more effort than usual to control himself.
Clark reached down to gently ease her off of his erection. His body screamed against that action and definitely wanted Lana to continue, but Clark had other things on his mind. Lana whimpered defiantly and leaned back into him. Clark guided her up to her feet and kissed her quickly before moving closer to the bed. In the haze of arousal he misjudged his position and ended up slamming his knee into the side of the bed in a bout of clumsiness. Instead of bouncing off like it would for anybody else, his knee kept surging forward, which caused the entire bed to shift left several inches.
Lana, wiping her mouth, was unable to hold back her laughter and snorted loudly. "Smooth."
Clark rolled his eyes amusingly and pulled her to him, slipping an arm around her back to hold her in place. His other hand stroked the skin of her stomach and traveled further down to settle over the wet spot of her panties, just over her clit. He moved his fingers back and forth lightly in a lazy rhythm. Lana stiffened and shuddered at his touch.
"What was that?" he asked sweetly, looking at her face. "You'll have to speak up, Lana."
The only sound Lana made was a high-pitched mewling noise through tightly pursed lips. Her eyes were locked to his as she grinded on his hand. The sudden change in his demeanor and his hand suddenly at her center was making her skin vibrate. She had goosebumps everywhere, and she could feel that familiar tension start to build inside her.
Clark took pleasure in Lana's reactions to his movements, savoring every little whimper and change in expression. Her forehead was creased in concentration and her lips were parted, letting short quick breaths out between them as she struggled to remember to breathe. The feel of her losing control in his hold spurred him on and he quickened the pace of his ministrations, keeping the same rhythm. Lana's eyes squeezed shut and a loud cry escaped her lips as she doubled over against him, grinding harder on his hand. She kissed and licked his chest between moans, clawing at his arms all the while. Feeling obstructed, Clark moved the part of Lana's underwear that was covering the source of her wetness so he could get to it directly. Upon contact with her clit she bit his chest hard and bucked, her breath catching.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't you fucking stop ," she whispered into him.
Clark knew better than to break the rhythm of his fingers, but he still wanted to give her something a bit more. "Mind if I try something?"
"You…can do anything…you want to me," Lana huffed between deep breaths and strangled moans. Her eyes were tightly shut and her face was scrunched up focusing on the sensations between her legs.
Clark continued to move his fingers over her clit as he had been, but this time he started to softly vibrate his hand within the movement at a steady pace. He'd never tried this with anyone else and was hoping for a good response, but he didn't have to wait long. Lana reacted immediately, her eyes flying wide open as she started to feel the vibrations on her clit. She tightened her grip on him, and as her browns caught his blues again she exploded on his fingers.
She arched into him and moaned louder than she had until then, muffled by her burying her face in his bare chest. Lana lost track of everything except the pleasure racking her body and the fireworks detonating behind her eyes. Even her own cries of ecstasy seemed to be coming from somewhere else. Her hips bucked against Clark and she rode out her orgasm on his hand, finally coming down after what seemed like forever on a high. She leaned against him, panting, and he held her close.
Clark chuckled softly as Lana's breathing evened out. She mumbled something against his chest, but since he was more focused on holding her upright, he didn't hear.
"What'd you say?"
Lana backed up a bit and looked up at him with lidded eyes and a piercing stare. "I said I want you on your back."
She moved him and he followed at her touch, turning and walking backward until his legs hit the end of the bed. He sat and scooted back before lying down, never breaking eye contact as Lana slipped her fingers in the waist of her panties and pushed to let them drop down to the floor. Then she stalked forward and climbed on top of him. The smile on her lips grew into a lopsided grin as she straddled him and placed her hands on his chest. Finally, she was no longer impeded.
With a flick of her head she whipped the hair out of her face and over her shoulder, leaning back to fully sit on his lap. Her butt was nestled against his hardness and she wiggled her hips playfully while her hands moved to peel off her sports bra. She sighed contentedly at the freedom, now in full birthday suit. Clark couldn't help but take one of her breasts in his hand and play with her nipple. She bit her lip and sighed contentedly.
"I know you like to tease, Clark, but I'm way past that," she whispered, and lowered herself onto him in one full motion. The both of them groaned and tensed in response, reveling in the completion of their physical union. She took him all the way down to the hilt, and ground her clit onto him with a roll of her hips. "Fuck yeah," she breathed.
Clark lifted his hips to meet her movements, causing Lana to lean forward and dig her nails into him to steady herself. They moved in unison, Lana grinding and Clark thrusting, slowly losing themselves in each other and working up to a smoldering frenzy. Clark's hands roamed her body, gripping and teasing all the way as Lana started to move up and back while rolling her hips. Her eyes were shut in concentration and her lips parted with each breathy moan. Clark thrusted upward to match her pace, hard and steady, bouncing her on top of him every time she came down to bury him inside her. It felt exquisite, and he couldn't keep the sounds of his pleasure to himself any more than she could.
"You feel amazing," he breathed, looking up at her. Lana's only response was a low groan before dropping down over him and crashing her lips to his again. She kissed him hungrily, mewling into the kiss with soft high-pitched squeals at Clark's new angle of entry. He pumped into her harder, and the two of them seemed to blend into one long needy moan.
They were as close as they could manage, pressed flushed against each other, and Lana finally opened her eyes with her forehead resting against Clark's. She found him looking back at her, and her arousal-induced frenzy subsided into extreme contentment. He seemed to feel it too, and this time their kiss was slower, but more powerful. It wasn't as ravenous and consuming as before, but somehow it was more intense. Clark continued to thrust into her and she continued to meet him, but the pace was much less hurried. Both of them were teetering on the edge of release, lost in the limbo between fucking and making love.
As if with one mind, they both rolled so that Lana was now on her back. Never sacrificing eye or skin contact, the two of them moved together again, Clark plunging into her with long deep strokes and Lana moving her hips to meet him as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her breaths came in deep gasps and she gripped his shoulders. Lana was locked there with him, unable to concentrate on anything except the blue of his eyes and the feeling of him thrusting into her. She could feel him tense more and more as she gripped him. She wanted his release just as badly as she needed her own.
A low, ragged growl escaped Clark's lips. It was barely audible, but with their closeness the sound was just enough to send Lana over the edge. Her orgasm was unexpected in its intensity, and she found she couldn't keep her eyes on his any longer. Her arms locked around his neck and her entire body arched as her lips parted in a silent scream. Clark kept thrusting in deep and moaning into her neck, peppering her skin with soft licks and kisses. She was vaguely aware of a soft ripping sound, but in no state of mind to care about what caused it.
She eventually came back to earth with her chest heaving in exhaustion. Clark had slowed his movements to almost a halt, burying himself deep inside her and grinding his hips instead of thrusting in and out. The friction on her clit was almost too much for Lana, but she reveled in the shocks of pleasure that came with it. Clark held her tight in his arms as he breathed deeply, slowing his own breathing while kissing and licking along her chest. She cooed as he gave lazy attention to her nipples. Lana could feel herself still quivering around his cock, and could feel how hard he still was.
That ripping sound filled the air again, and this time she searched for the source. Clark's hand was bunched in a fist around a small portion of the sheets, tearing at the fabric in his haze. Lana giggled softly and caressed his head, guiding him even closer to her chest. She doubted he even noticed what he was doing. After a minute of enjoying the attention to her breasts, she tapped his shoulder to get his attention.
"Lie down."
Clark looked at her with a preoccupied expression, and then slowly complied. He slipped out of her, getting a short gasp from his best friend, and rolled over. Lana immediately followed to hover over him and initiate a kiss. It was becoming second nature for her now. She slipped a hand around him, still hard as steel and slick with her juices, and stroked up and down in controlled, deliberate motions. Her lips and tongue dragged their way down his body, savoring the taste of his skin.
Clark sighed at the attention. "That feels really good."
Lana hummed and kissed him lovingly. "This'll feel even better," she said with a rough softness. "Out of this world, in fact." Lowering herself down to meet her hand, she took him into her mouth again. She went as far as she could and bobbed up and down at a slow pace, stroking him with her hand every time she came up. She licked the underside of his shaft as her lips closed tightly around him, humming contentedly.
Clark let out a low laugh. "I would have thought alien puns were beneath you, La- ohh."
Lana moaned around him and dipped her head to suck him farther in a few times. Then she rose up off him.
"Right now, the only thing beneath me is you," she said, "and that's exactly how I want it." She went back to work on his cock.
Clark was more relaxed now than he had been all night. He enjoyed Lana's attention for obvious reasons, but also for the reprieve from maintaining self-control. His eyes drifted closed and he settled into the sensations, small moans and grunts flowing freely. Lana's ministrations were steady but unhurried, and he was immensely grateful to enjoy it. After a couple of minutes, he got an idea.
"I want to taste you," he breathed. Lana hummed around his cock, sucking more intensely. He wasn't sure if she heard, but eventually she answered.
"I'm not done yet, babe," smiled Lana.
"You don't have to be."
Lana's eyes squinted and then widened in realization. With more enthusiasm than Clark had expected, she crawled back up to him halfway and then turned her body so that she was straddled over his face. Lana didn't wait for Clark to move, but instead took him back into her mouth.
Clark pulled her hips down and nested between her legs. His tongue slipped out and licked her folds, slowly and relaxed, and he felt Lana settle deeper onto his face. Emboldened, Clark went for it again. This time, he used his tongue more quickly and roughly than before. The effect was immediate, and Lana's moans around his cock grew steadily in intensity, sending exquisite vibrations through him. She moved rhythmically on top of him, digging her nails into his thighs. Clark couldn't stop himself from moving his hips and thrusting into her mouth. All he could do was continue licking her sweetness and succumb to the thick haze of arousal that refused to allow him to think.
Clark's hands roamed over Lana's thighs. She was a force of nature on top of him. The way her muscles rolled and clenched as she rode his face was more beautiful than anything else in the moment, and he squeezed them in appreciation. Lana picked up her pace, sucking and licking him with a longing he could feel with his whole body. Clark squeezed his eyes shut and let out a long, drawn out moan. Lana whimpered over him in response.
Clark licked and sucked at her clit, softly but more focused while keeping her held in place with his hands. Her entire lower body twitched violently in short spasms, and she rose up off his cock with a loud pop.
"Oh my fucking-yeah, keep doing that, keep doing that, keep...FUCK!"
It didn't take long for the mounting tension inside her to snap like a band, sending pulse after pulse rippling through her as her orgasm bloomed. Lana did nothing at all to stop herself from moaning and crying out at whatever volume her body forced out of her-she was all pleasure from the deepest part of her to the tips of her toes and fingers. Her back stretched and arched as she leaned forward on her hands, gripping the man beneath her as tightly as she ever had. Nails dug into hard muscle. Lana's hair fell over part of her face, chest heaving with exertion. Her hips undulated with the flow of her climax until she slowly came back down to reality.
She dropped onto his lower half, panting and gasping with deep breaths as she came to rest her forehead on his leg. Lana hummed and kissed here and there, lazily drifting over his skin. Clark eventually stopped his loving assault between her legs and instead took to gliding his fingertips over her clit in slow motions. A deep shudder permeated Lana, and she leaned away from him with a groan.
"Wait, wait...it's too-nnh. Baby, it's too much," Lana whined. Clark took his hand away with a small chuckle.
Refusing to curb his attention altogether, Clark let his hands roam all over the woman on top of him while he gave her thighs the kisses they deserved. He loved on her without any real intention, just casually reveling in the moment. After a few minutes, Lana began to stir.
Her body was exhausted. Lana could feel her face and chest giving off heat, flushed as they were. She smiled to herself. Getting her wits about her again, she entertained the passing thoughts on her sex life. When was the last time she came that hard? She couldn't remember. It definitely wasn't with a guy. It had to be one of those nights where she was horny out of her mind and decided to take care of herself a few times in a row. Probably thinking about Clark. Orgasms were fucking great. Why didn't she do that more often?
Speaking of, it was his turn. Not to be outdone, Lana was determined to blow his mind (and cock), rock his world, and make him cum. It was hard to believe he hadn't already. She was going to give her handsome alien something to remember.
Lana made an about-face, and straddled him again. His body was free of tension and his eyes were closed amid a look of contentment. Clark's penis, which was quickly becoming her favorite part of him, had softened a bit in his relaxed state, but came to stand at attention once again when she started to stroke him. A small hum rumbled in his throat. Lana moved up and sank slowly and deliberately onto his cock as she had before. A soft moan escaped her lips. Clark's eyes floated open.
Before he could do anything, Lana put a hand on his chest. Smiling sweetly, she rose up his length and eased back down again. "Just lay back and relax. I want you to enjoy this."
Lana welcomed the soft touches he initiated in response, riding him with no rush. She bit her lip and slowed her breaths, trying not to get too worked up on him again. This was about his pleasure, not her own. Still, she couldn't resist caressing and pinching her nipples.
The sounds coming from the man under her got more and more defined as the minutes ticked on, and Lana cherished all of it. She could see the ripple in his abs as she continued to grind on top of him. Meeting his eyes, she felt the intensity of their coupling building up to something powerful. Lana lowered herself down to kiss him, and he returned it passionately in kind. Her hips rolled on their own, forgoing the depth of her reverse strokes in favor of increasing the friction between them. She moved against him harder, and his moans became more desperate. It was gorgeous. Lana breathed slowly and deeply, focusing her movements to get every sound she could out of him.
"Lana.." he panted, grabbing her hips. Her lips twitched in a small smile. She loved the way he said her name. "Mmh...I'm really close."
Lana kissed him deeply once more and rose up off him to settle back down between his legs. She grabbed his hardness and flicked her tongue over the tip. The whole night, she'd been so preoccupied in her frenzy to fuck and get fucked senseless that she hadn't taken the time to really appreciate his cock. So she did now, appreciating how gorgeous it looked and how good it felt in her mouth. A happy moan thrummed in her chest as she licked him again. "Give it to me."
She went down on him again, but this time deliberately and with purpose. His pants and moans came in time with the short thrusting of his hips, and his fingers came to tangle themselves in her hair. It wasn't long until Lana's skilled movements sent him careening into an abyss of pleasure.
Lana heard her best friend's gasps and felt him swell on her lips. She kept on with renewed fervor, milking him for everything he could take. She let him ride it out in her mouth and felt the evidence of his pleasure splash against her tongue and the back of her throat. It was completely expected yet it still surprised her in its intensity. Lana moaned around him, immediately deciding that she loved it and took it all down her throat.
Coming off the highs of her own orgasms and taking the time to focus on Clark, she had a chance to think – at least in a basic sense. She found that even though she'd enjoyed sex with other men, she'd never gotten this kind of contentment from pleasuring someone else. It always felt like something she should do, but not something she ever felt the need to do. With Clark, the drive to make him feel amazing possessed her and didn't let her go. She'd known she would love doing it, and she was right.
Lana made her way back to his face and soon she was lying fully on top of him, peppering his chest and neck with kisses and giggling in earnest. She didn't know why, but she couldn't stop.
"What's so funny?" Clark asked with a lopsided smile. He was totally relaxed now, body almost limp. It took a little while for Lana to calm down enough to answer.
"Sorry-sorry, it's just…this was the last thing I expected to happen when you came over. Hoped, maybe, but never really expected," she said. Her head flopped down onto his chest and she relaxed completely on top of him. "Gosh, that was so much better than what I expected."
Clark's chest vibrated with laughter. "Well that's good to hear."
"Mmhmm," Lana said with a smile, nuzzling into him. "I'm going to have fun with that vibrating thing you can do. Not all the time, mind you, but we're definitely doing that again."
Clark was pleasantly surprised. Not at Lana's candor per se, but at her demeanor. She was hardly ever one to be giddy or offer positive comments so easily. He decided he liked this side of her. Clark wrapped his arms around the redhead and kissed the top of her head. His fingertips made swirling designs on her skin.
"Congratulations on the acceptance letter," said Clark.
Lana chuckled, further cuddling into him. "Thanks, babe."