I don't know why, but when I see the chapter title I think of Family Guy's documentary on firetrucks.
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This week on Lifestyles of the Buff 'n Shamless...
Kent Farm – A Chloe in the tall grass
'No shoes, tight ass-hugging cutoff shorts, and a thin white t-shirt that looks as if it was sucking on his body…I'd kill to be his shirt right now,' Chloe thought to herself as she watched Clark move the two vehicles over to the barn to be washed. 'Bucket of soapy water, hose, sponge and a Clark…it's what fantasies are made of.'
This time around Chloe made sure to rub bug repellant and sun block on herself while she watched Clark from the irrigation ditch across the street from the farm. She made sure that a fencing post blocked her view of the kitchen windows, following the axiom of Murphy's Laws on Combat…If I can't see them, then they can't see me. She figured, as she watched Clark hose down the truck and begin the soapy process, that if Clark wasn't going to clue in and see how interested she was in him, that she'd indulge herself to a couple of pictures of him while he wasn't looking.
A couple grew into a couple hundred and then a couple hundred megs, then gigs. As it was, she was going to have to add a hard drive to the Torch computers just for Clark photos. She just couldn't bring herself to thin out her collection, too afraid to print them out incase someone stumbled across the albums that they would fill. Not that she kept all the photos that she took of Clark. She carefully edited them, cleaning up the edges, color and balanced them all to help retain that essence that made them Clark-like, Innocence in obliviousness.
'Awww, did Clarky-warky get soap on himself? Oh yes he did,' she crooned mentally. "Looks like you've missed a spot on the hood, Clark. That's right…stretch across the hood of the truck, up on your toes," she instructed in a near whisper. She shifted slowly to her knees to better document the sight of Clark's jeans being pulled taut across his ass. A bead of sweat trickled down her collarbone to disappear between her breasts, "I think you should…oh yeah, take it off. That's right, part them luscious lips, and strip nice 'n slow."
She thanked God that she managed to convince her dad that she needed this new digital camera with the enhanced optical zoom – "So I don't have to be right on top of the danger for my stories, dad…" and the nearly nonexistent pause between photos – "So I can take my pictures and run!" The fact that she could continue to use it while in college only closed the deal for her dad.
"Mmm," she moaned softly. "You look hot to me Clark. I think some hose action is in order."
Clark stood and stretched, his gleaming muscles rippling with his movements before he cracked a mischievous grin and hosed himself off. "Thank you lord," she breathed as she then watched Clark proceed to drink from the hose and then return to his task. Mrs. Kent popped out to inform Clark that she made him some sandwiches and lemonade, which he took out onto the back of the truck.
Clark swung his feet off the tailgate as he happily ate the food that his mother made. She couldn't help but thirst as she watched his throat working while he drank his lemonade. Thankfully, he didn't block the delicious sight with his right hand as he drank out of the glass. It would have been a crying shame. He met his mother at the door when he brought the dishes back to the house and then returned to wash the smaller car.
"Now for the sunbathing on the hammock…please let him fall asleep on the hammock…" she prayed breathlessly once he finished. "Nude…oh all right, shirtless," she added as Clark put his supplies away. She watched as Clark checked in with his parents and then trotted off to the barn. When the elder Kents walked out with overnight bags and suitcases she gasped. They were leaving? And Clark was…staying! She heard Mrs. Kent tell Clark to behave while they were gone. Clark poked his head out of the barn doors and said that he would.
"Oh yeah, baby, behave and get back in that hammock for a nap," she softly growled in a mock Austin Powers accent, stifling a moan when he did. 'Such a good boy.'
Patiently waiting twenty minutes after the elder Kents drove away and no signs of Clark leaving the barn, Chloe called Lana on her cell to meet her at their usual spot. It took her another ten minutes of belly crawling to ensure she wouldn't be spotted from the barn before she felt safe enough to walk. By the time she traveled the five miles Lana had her beetle nice and chilled with the AC running. She heard the trunk pop when she came up to the car.
Lana killed the engine and joined her as she pulled a spare set of clothes from the trunk and swiftly changed out of her dirty clothes. "Was it a good day?" she asked.
Chloe flashed a huge smile, "Oh yeah, all sorts of pictures, and no bugs in my hair this time." She shivered slightly at the memory before she stowed her dirty clothes and proceeded to apply a light application of makeup after washing off her exposed skin with a baby wipe. Once she finished with her ministrations she hopped into her car and drove it back to the Kent Farm as if she hadn't been there already today.
"His parents left a little bit ago on a trip," she happily informed Lana.
"Oh," she grinned at the news, "he'll definitely come to the Talon for sure for pie. He usually does when his chores are done, but this time he'll need some creature comforts."
"You'll have to get some good photos then when he does," Chloe sighed and flicked a quick glance into the backseat. "I see you found a lot of good deals," when she saw the large amount of mall bags piled back there.
"I figured I'd buy a little something from several stores just in case Clark wanted to see what we got," Lana explained.
"Only if he's being a naughty boy and not sleeping in the hammock like I want him to," she teased as she threw the car into park and they both quietly got out, leaving the doors slightly open.
It was with mutual agreement that they moved towards the barn in silence, unwilling to alert the occupant inside of their presence should he still be unaware of them. Chloe spotted the still damp t-shirt hanging over the banister on the way up to the loft. 'Shirtless…I can only hope to find the shorts laying about on my way up.' There were no sounds of movement coming from above, which held promise.
Chloe all but gasped when she spotted Clark, Lana nearly bumping her from behind when she suddenly stopped. She heard Lana suck in a quiet breath when she too spotted Clark. He was sprawled out on the hammock, arms askew, the closest foot barely brushing the floor as it dangled from the side, leaving him wide open to any visitors that may drop in. His shirtless and thankfully asleep body lay basking in an errant ray of sun that shone in, seeming to highlight the fact that the top two buttons on his button-fly shorts were undone. Avidly Chloe's eyes followed the exposed thin trail of dark hair that played peek-a-boo with his pants.
Her camera was in her hands and snapping several photos before she was fully aware of what she was doing. When she felt Lana's gentle fingers nudge her from behind she returned her camera to her purse. "Clark?" she called out softly.
Sleepy eyes that seemed to be bluer than green in this light fluttered open and locked with her own green eyes. "Hey you two," he greeted drowsily, they watched as a languid hand rubbed gently across sun kissed skin.
"We didn't mean to wake you," Lana offered, unobtrusive in manner as in voice from behind Chloe's more sparkling form.
A slow blink as raven lashes briefly kissed his cheeks, "It's alright," he murmured as he refocused on Lana, obviously drowsy enough to miss the fact that he was half naked and half exposed. "How was the mall?"
"Found some really cute outfits on sale!" Lana seemed to brighten as the subject turned to one she could excel in. She filled Clark in on some of the really great bargains that she had come across.
"That's great," Clark tossed the pair a heavy-eyed smile that made Chloe weak in the knees.
"Yeah," Chloe agreed, hoping that the trembling in the pit of her stomach at what were Clark's bedroom eyes didn't surface in her voice. "We should let you get back to your nap. We just wanted to let you know we made it back safely."
A sighed 'okay' and then Clark was asleep once again. Chloe tugged Lana back to the car and they drove away in breathless chatter.
"Did you see that?" Lana asked blissfully.
"I did! Ugh," Chloe groaned in pleasure, "Everyone should have to do farm chores if they're going to end up all hunky like that!"
"Mmm, so true. Those pictures last week, just wow. And did you notice Pete? When did he start working out?" They both grinned and laughed and drove home to squeal over the mall purchases and pictures captured that day.