A/N - ummm. nothing here.

Disclaimer: A couple here. Of course Smallville is still not mine; DC and WB own those; "Magic" is owned by Kenny Chesney and BNA

The Weekend, Day 2 GOOD – Chapter 5

"Good morning," Chloe lifted her head off his warm chest and looked into his blue eyes. He could feel his hand around her bare back. Bare back. She glanced down and confirmed that she had somehow lost her top sometime during the night. "You ok?"

"Um, did we?" Chloe pointed down under the sheets.

"No, you just woke up in the middle of the night and announced that you were warm and there you go." Clark explained as he leaned over the side of the bed to reveal her top.

"Don't worry about it." She pulled Clark back down into the pillow and ran her hand through his hair. Slipping his hand behind her neck and through her hair he pulled her over to him, kissing up her neck, reaching her lips. He barely brushed her lips and felt a shock roll through his body. Pulling her into him, their tongues met as their lips parted. Chloe couldn't remember how long they had kissed but strangely didn't need to come up for breath.

Pulling back out of the kiss, Chloe balanced her head on her hand and leaned over to look at him. "So, what do you want to do today? It looks gorgeous and we have all the amenities available."

Clark stole a quick kiss and smiled at her, "Well, I could spend the rest of the day like this but I suppose we should try to do something we never would in Smallville. How about a snorkeling trip? You can't exactly see the stuff that swims by you in Crater Lake."

Chloe rolled her lip up in disgust, "Let's not define stuff, 'Mister I can see through almost everything', but that sounds like a lot of fun." Chloe this time reached over and grabbed her shirt. Jumping out of bed, she headed to the bathroom to hopefully take a quick shower.

Clark laid in bed and heard the water start. Tempting, don't look. You won't be able to get through the rest of the day if you do. Think about mom and dad. Lana. There, back to normal. He looked under the sheets and took a sigh of relief. Getting out of bed, he heard a knock at the door.

"Sir, your breakfast." He pointed the gentleman to the veranda and sat down while the man continued to pour the coffee that he knew that Chloe would be in dire need of.

"We wanted a snorkeling trip and a trip to town tonight." The houseman nodded and instructed the concierge that had entered what Clark's interests were.

"We will pick you up on the dock in about an hour, sir." Clark smiled. He had never been called sir so much in his life. He watched as the bathroom door opened and Chloe immediately beelined it to the coffee.

He watched as she downed one and another cup without as much as taking a breath. "Chloe."

"Sorry, but I think this is the best coffee I have ever had. It makes such a difference when it's grown and processed in the country your staying in. Did you get us set up?"

"Yes," Clark answered as he handed her a pastry from the simple breakfast that they had requested the night before. "Hey, I'm going to," he pointed as he got up and left.

Chloe turned and watched that body walk away. She exhaled at the sight of the rippling muscles in his shoulders and shook her head. They were going to have to do some kind of in depth research to find out exactly what would happen if she and Clark. She tried to push the thought way down inside her. She started breathing heavily as she shoved the last of her breakfast in her mouth.

"Are you going to ready to go in a bit?" Clark leaned over her, with his hands on her shoulders, kissing her on the forehead.

"Yeah, you were just. Never mind Speedy Gonzales." Chloe got up and started out to the edge of the dock in her flip flops and very short beach coverup. Looking back down the dock, she saw Clark smile at her. "You're not that fast at …you know."

A split second later he had his arm around her as she leaned back to gaze into his eyes. "I don't know, but I can control my speed." He pulled her up into him and crushed into her mouth. Setting her back down on the dock. He let go of her and pointed at the boat that was perfect timing.

Chloe watched over the side of the boat as they moved slowly enough to see the sealife that they were passing. Pointing out different fish, she occasionally looked over at Clark who obviously could see more than her. He whispered, "There's an eel in that hole that we just passed."

He laughed as Chloe squirmed. She could feel the boat slowing down and waited for instructions. She had never done anything remotely like this and was thrilled at their sense of adventure. She and Clark listened carefully to the instructions and then picked out their equipment. She was somewhat jealous when Clark reminded her that he could hold his breath for a very long time but he promised he would tell her was on the bottom.

"I'll be in the cabin. Just pull on the chain there and the bell will ring." The captain threw the anchor overboard and disappeared into the underbelly of the boat. Chloe pulled her mask on and looked at Clark.

"What?"

"Nothing." She walked across the boat and slapped him as he kept laughing at her.

"Look, I can't you know, and you may not want to show off too much either with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum filming us the entire time," she said quietly as she fake pinched him.

"Point taken." Clark stripped his shirt off and played along. He didn't need any of the equipment but decided on the safe side. He assisted Chloe in getting into her equipment and wondered when she was going to strip her cover up off. He leaned over the side and waited as she tried to adjust her hair under her mask. "You ready?"

Putting her legs over the side of the boat, she pulled her cover up and grabbed her snorkel before sliding into the water. She watched as Clark dropped his mouth open at the thong bikini she had on. Sliding in the water beside her, he stared at her. "What do you think?"

She asked while she was smiling and paddling to keep herself above the water.

"For trying to keep us from finding out what would happen if we…you're not helping." She smiled, put her snorkel in her mouth and took off. Clark watched as she swam off thinking, I hope she remembered sun screen on that part.

They swam for a couple of hours and watched all kinds of fish. At one point, Clark pulled up a small sea turtle that had been swimming by to show her. Chloe was in absolute heaven. Losing the snorkel and mask, Clark convinced her to swim away from the boat with him a bit. He promised no powers but she would be perfectly safe. Bobbing in the middle of the water, she felt his salty lips touch her neck and then come up for a kiss. Closing her eyes, she ran one hand down his back while the other firmly grasped his shoulder. Wrapping her legs around him, he continued to stay perfectly afloat, almost as if floating. She deepened the kiss as she felt his hand move across her ass and slide gently up her back. They momentarily looked over and saw the boat captain preparing to leave and looked at each other.

Holding her up by her cheeks, Clark smiled, "We are so going to have to figure out a way when we get back home." He pulled away from her enough for the two to swim back to boat and board.

Returning back to the villa, he saw that lunch had already been prepared. Chloe went and slipped into another sundress and came back to sit down. The two ate in relative silence, listening to the waves crash against the dock and beach while stealing small glances at each other.

"You know, I think I'm never going to eat like this again. And I thought the few fancy dinners my father invited me to in Metropolis were good."

"Yeah, I love mom, but this is ridiculous good." He smiled as the houseman came and retrieved the plates. Clark leaned over and pulled Chloe's hand into his. "Here's a thought. How about a lazy nap in that hammock and then a trip to the mainland tonight. They said they would forgo dinner and we can eat in San Pedro."

"Clark, I never took you for actually making decisions."

"I decided it was time to grow up a little and take a chance. That's why I'm here with you." He stood up and pulled her into him. He spun her around on the veranda and then sat her down in the hammock. Falling into it next to her, he rolled her over onto him, intertwining her legs in his and fell asleep. It was truly paradise, Chloe thought as she watched Clark sleep next to her.

When they got out of the car that took them into downtown San Pedro, Chloe's eyes grew. The taxi driver had explained that everywhere took American money and spoke English. A welcome blessing for the both of them; her Spanish was more than rusty. Clark watched as she for once that day slid her hand out of his and headed into the first little shop that she found. He marveled at the accuracy of the houseman. He had suggested shorts and a light shirt. He had never been somewhere in town they could go without shoes. Chloe had been the daring one and went bare feet through the shops. He followed and laughed.

"What do you think? To wear home? You think if anyone in town meets us at the airport this would be a little much for their little hearts?" Clark laughed as Chloe held up the tiny little dress that was extremely see through.

"I think your father might object." He moved closer to her, "But you are welcome to wear it around me anytime." Chloe felt goosebumps on the back of her neck from the words. She grabbed the thinly woven dress and paid for it.

They continued to shop until after dark when the real life came out of the woodwork for the small dirt street town. She grabbed Clark's hand and whisked him into The Reef for dinner. They sat for sometime and stared at each other and mused about why Lana did the things that she did and why Pete left. Clark was pleased that he could easily talk to her out in the open and no one would care or barge in on them.

"Come on. Let's go take advantage of the drinking age here." Clark pulled Chloe along out into the street as they could hear bands of all kinds playing. She pulled Clark closer and wrapped herself around his arm. They observed the number of people yelling happy hour specials with music from Samba to 80's music blared. "Makes me kind of want to be on a red Kryptonite high for the night."

Chloe looked up at him, "No, I think I would just like to see if alcohol has an effect on the alien instead."

Clark leaned over and scolded her, "I told you … being from another planet." They laughed as Chloe found a soft Caribbean jazz club that she liked. She walked in and the bartender kindly put her handful of purchases behind the counter.

"So, what'll it be?"

"Surprise me. I'm on vacation." Chloe looked at Clark and licked her lips.

"Maybe something fruity and not too strong to start with," he corrected her as the bartender smiled at him and the camera crew. "I'll take the same." Clark looked around the bar and noticed a comfortable corner that was in the back near the dance floor. Picking up the drinks, he leaned over and breathed on her again. "Come on," and pointed.

The two drank blissfully, and Clark observed how Chloe unhumanly put back drink after drink. He obviously had no reaction to alcohol since a six pack later nothing affected him. "Clark," she drooled out slowly as she rubbed her finger down his chest between the sides of his opened shirt. "Let's dance."

"Are you really in the condition," Chloe got out of the booth and pulled his arm harder, "Ok."

'I believe there's magic here in these sails
In the wake of these old pirate trails
That cut through the water and the atmosphere
I believe there is magic here'

Chloe held Clark unusually tight next to her; he figured she was just about three sheets to the wind and was hanging on to not fall over. "Chloe,"

"Mmmm?"

"I got you something on the dive this morning." He backed her up and waited to see if she could steady herself. She was surprisingly good at keeping her drunken balance. He pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to her. She looked at it and dropped her jaw.

"Where did you get this?" She whispered after seeing what he had in her hand. "You know what this is?" Chloe flipped the gold coin over and over, mesmerized by its sheen. "Are there more?" Clark shook his head and smiled. She looked absolutely giddy at the fact his powers were coming in handy in more than one way. "Clark Kent, treasure hunter. You could really get out of Smallville that way." She laughed as she wrapped her arms around him again.

'It's in buried treasure under the sea
In the music that drifts out on the street
It's in the barflies drinking their beer
I believe there's magic here

Clark backed up and watched Chloe sway continually to the sound of the music. She rolled her head around and moved her arms to the sound of the Spanish sounds. She smiled and took his hand and convinced him to spin her around a little more before she fell into his arms.

This crazy rock has got a lot
Of romance and sex appeal
It's lazy days with Hemingway
And I gotta say that it captures me still'

"We better get going," Clark leaned over and whispered to her. She nodded and retrieved her bags from the bartender. She had in one night drank more alcohol than she thought existed in Smallville proper, and had, to Clark's pleasure, learned how to pole dance and Samba, and danced with Clark until the wee hours.

Returning to the villa, Clark carried her from the dock to the bed. He quickly packed up some things and watched as she turned over and pulled the pillows into her. He pulled into the sheets next to her. Chloe turned over and nuzzled her face into his chest. "Clark?"

"Yes?" he whispered as he looked down into her incredibly hazy eyes.

"Promise me that we'll be just like this when we get back?"

Clark pulled her into him tighter. "I promise; it'll be better."