Well, seeing as I'm now an imaginary millionaire, I figured I might as well update.

Within a couple hours of my sleep, I was unexpectedly jerked awake by something yanking on my arm. My eyes snapped out and I sat up instinctively. Lana was sitting up as well, chest heaving as she took large breaths.

I rested a comforting hand on her back. "What's wrong?"

"I-I…h-had…had the worse nightmare…" Her voice was full of fright, forcing me to wrap my arms around her protectively.

"It's okay, Lana. I'm here." I felt the intense heat from her sweating, shaking body and wished there was more that I could do. "You want me to get you something? Water, or – "

"No!" The way she suddenly clung tighter to me scared me a little. "Please just…stay with me…please…"

"Sure," I answered with a sympathetic smile. I set my chin on the part in her hair, soothingly rocking us back and forth. Rocking always seemed to help me when I'd had a bad dream.

After a few minutes I felt her pull away from my chest slightly. I looked down to search for any sign that she was feeling better, but when I follow her eyes a sudden jolt shocked my heart. She didn't look sad, but on the contrary…very…open. She licked her lips, and I definitely noticed her looking down at mine in a wanting, hungry way.

No words were spoken. It was like when we were in my dorm room, talking for the first time. Both of us weren't sure what was taking over…but we did not want to question or stop it.

And this time, Pete was nowhere to be found.

I grasped embarrassingly as she caught my lips, not out of protest, but out of surprise. The shocking feeling I received every time we kissed just never left. I was never completely ready for her kisses – always unpredictable and amazing. Within seconds of the kiss, my rational mind was out for the night.

I returned the kiss with all the passion her lips had brewed up in me - and they had definitely brewed up quite a lot. So much so, that my hands suddenly found themselves squeezing her hips, trying to release the heat and excitement in my bones – but it only seemed to create more. Part of me panicked at not knowing how to stop, but another part was overjoyed at the fuzzy, hyper, crazy feelings swirling around just under my skin.

Tongues were exchanged. Groans slipped out. Soon my shirt was stripped off and dropped to the floor, only to be replaced a new, smaller shirt made by soft, electrifying Lana hands. I mentally performed a psycho-happy-white-boy dance when I felt one of her thighs move over my lap to straddle me.

I felt unbelievable. My body had never felt happier…never felt more ready for… "W-wait……wait…..uh….."

I was so out of breath, I couldn't even finish my sentence. Her hands, which had originally slinked around every body part above my waist, were now taking a rest on my reddened shoulder blades.

Lana laughed a little in between her own heavy breathing. "Whadayou….mean?"

I take a few more breaths, even though I could've spoken without them. "I…I mean, you probably already know….but I'm still…heh…" EMBARRASSING.

"You're still…a virgin?"

I shrugged, trying to act cool about the most awkward situation of my life. "Yeah…"

She continued to laugh, making me feel even more stupid, but then her hands held my neck to pull my eyes to hers as she admitted, "I am too."

Completely taken off guard, I furrowed my eyes in confusion.

Then it was her turn to look away in shame. "I never felt comfortable giving away something like that for money. Dean didn't want that for me either. So I'd dance with guys…make out sometimes…a little bit of touching, but…nothing too intimate or serious."

My respect for her suddenly increased. I felt bad that this whole I time I just assumed she'd lost it already… I couldn't believe that if we did this…it would be the first for both of us. "Not even…you never…with Whitney?"

She shook her head immediately. "Never."

I smiled, teeth and all. I could have her…all of her.

She took this break in conversation, to lean in for the second part of the make out session, but I backed away, smile dropping from my face. She sat back with confusion.

"I'm sorry…just…when I say I'm a virgin…I mean virgin," I say, trying to keep my voice calm. "I mean…what we're doing now…making out…I've never ever gone this far with a girl in my life." I sigh and add without thinking about it as much as I normally would, "Am I doing okay?"

I got the empathetic expression I guessed would come, but instead of the "Yes, you're doing fine," answer I was prepared for, she grinned devilishly and said, "You are a natural, Clark. Seriously."

I laughed modestly. Suddenly my hands began to shake a little. There was nothing else to say before we continued with what we doing. Nothing except…my secret.

I knew I wasn't prepared for that conversation. I'd just gotten through the virgin part and that was more than my poor, nervous stomach could take. Me being an alien…that was a completely different level of worry and nausea.

"Really, Clark. You're a fantastic kisser," she assured as she took my hands in hers, assuming my shaking and lack of eye contact was because of the response she'd given me earlier.

"I know. I mean," I laughed at my own stupidity. "I think we should…uh…just hold off before we…go all the way, you know? Wait until we can really be together. No Whitney. No Lionel. No night club. Just…us. Together forever."

She searched through my eyes, a smile growing over time until she nodded. "Yeah. You're right. I mean…we just found this feeling…we should let it last."

I pushed her towards me slightly, bringing her into a short, addictive kiss that turned into a few firey liplocks. Eventually though we stopped, leaning our foreheads against each other in contentment.

"We should probably get back to sleep," I whisper. In the back of my mind, I couldn't help but worry about where Whitney was. If he knew who I was. If he was downstairs in the lobby, asking for my room number at this very minute. The sooner we got a good sleep in, the more awake we would be when we had to run.

She allowed me to fall back onto the bed, then wiggled around my body like a cat until she found a comfortable position. Her leg hooked around mine. A hand resting just above my belly button. Her head protected in the cove of my neck with one of my large hands running slowly through her cascade of dark hair.

I sighed, looking a little more relieved then I felt. I bought myself some time. When Luthor's and the night club became things of the past, however, I knew I'd have no choice but to show all my cards.

But I wouldn't slow down my goal of ridding Lana of her marriage binds with Whitney out of my own fear. I would, in fact, work harder to set her free so that I could finally have the courage to tell her and prove just how much she meant to me.

Fortunately, the sound of her hypnotic breathing and warm touch drew me into a serene slumber.