{So I know it's been forever since I updated this story but here is chapter ten. It took me a while as I don't normally write lemons… even this one I must admit is extremely light in nature. I hope you enjoy and look for chapter eleven… in the upcoming days.}

It's All in the Timing

Chapter Ten: Coming Together

They walked up the steps in silence his hand firmly held in hers. It wasn't until they were in his room, the door closed firmly behind them, that she finally turned to him and gave him a smile. Her face lit up by the light of the moon he could see the shadows pass through her eyes mingled with the tears that she was desperately trying to keep at bay. On instinct he reached out and palmed her cheek, her flesh was soft and warm beneath his hand.

Are those your eyes, is that your smile
I've been lookin at you forever
But I never saw you before
Are these your hands holdin' mine
Now I wonder how I could of been so blind

And for a moment all he could see was the fifteen year old girl that he grew up with. The broken smile of a young woman who loved him way more than she should ever be capable of at the time stared back at him. How many years had been wasted; how much time had they lost because he failed to see what his heart had needed? And now here they were…standing in his bedroom on the Eve of what could possibly be their only night together and he felt something inside him shift and suddenly it was as if all he could feel was the weight of just how much he loved her.

She reached up to touch his face and he stopped her. Taking her wrist within his hand he ran his thumb across the inside feeling her shiver slightly from the contact. He could hear the rapid beating of her heart and looked up just in time to see her close her eyes as if the sensations were too much. Her cheeks were flushed red and there was a small but distinct cut underneath her right eye. Her mouth was slightly parted as she released a shaky breath and before he could stop himself, second guess himself, he leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers.

For the first time I am looking in your eyes
For the first time I'm seein' who you are
I can't believe how much I see
When you're lookin back at me
Now I understand why love is.......
Love is.....for the first time.....

He didn't wait for her to respond simply dived right in, moving his lips over hers. They were soft to the touch, and more than willing to participate in what he was silently suggesting. He felt her stumble back slightly at his eager actions and reached out with his free hand to take hold of her waist. His large palm grabbed her hip through the sweater and he could feel the soft contour of her body meld to him.

"Clark…"

The word came out on a rushed breath. He angled her mouth so that he could get better access. His tongue brushed over hers languidly, possessively. He kissed her as though she was his, as though she belonged to him.

Can this be real, can this be true
Am I the person I was this morning
And are you the same you

And perhaps she always had. In some form or another she had always considered herself belonging to Clark Kent. She was his friend, his confidante, his biggest supporter and the woman that would always love him. Even when she was married to someone else, there was still a part of her that belonged to the man before her… a part of her that would guard his secret no matter the cost… how many lies had she told Jimmy to protect Clark? How many lies had she told anyone who dare threaten his livelihood?

The thought was fleeting as he moved her backwards, pushing her against the door. Still he held her wrist in his hand as he placed it over her head, holding it there. His other came to rest on the opposite side of her head as he pressed himself into her intimately.

It's all so strange how can it be
All along this love was right in front of me
For the first time I am looking in your eyes
For the first time I'm seein who you are

In all her wildest fantasies, she never thought it would be like this. Her imagination could never have prepared her for the lover that Clark was turning out to be. She had always imagined him as sweet, delicate, perhaps shy; the way he was in everyday life… but here in this moment he was so different. His movements were deliberate, leaving no room for confusion of what he intended tonight. The ultimate goal was clear. His hands moved down the slope of her neck, over her shoulder and down her arm so suggestively that she almost couldn't believe it was him. His mouth continued to explore hers, tasting her thoroughly. It wasn't until his hand found hers and laced their fingers that he pulled back to look her in the eyes. His erratic breathing and the dark hue of his eyes let her know how much he wanted this… how much he wanted her. But it was the way he held onto her hand that told her this was more than physical. Looking down at their intertwined digits she saw the half smile come to his face and a slight blush color his cheeks. It was as if he hadn't just ravaged her against his bedroom door. It was as if he were that shy small town Kansas farm boy again. Her clumsy, dorky, best friend that she had grown up with… that she had grown to love.

She smiled up at him. "It's okay…" She began to whisper, as if to reassure him that he needn't worry but then he was on her again.

I can't believe how much I see
When you're lookin back at me

He pulled her body into his. His arm snaked around her waist bringing her flush into his body as he kissed her with a passion that seemed to erupt after years of repression. He lifted her slightly off the ground, her feet dangling inches off his bedroom floor his mouth fused with hers. She could feel him move slowly backwards going in the direction of his bed. Her legs swayed as he turned her around and began to lay her down and before she knew it he was hovering above her, his lips trailing a path down her neck slowly but deliberately.

Now I understand why love is.......
Love is.....for the first time.....

She raked her fingers through his hair relishing in the ability to simply touch him, moaning when he hit that spot right above her collarbone. He took a moment to explore the area and she could feel the smile that tugged at his lips as he relished in the noises that she made.

Reaching out she took his hand guiding it to her breast, letting him know that she wanted to go further… that she needed to. His hand was gentle, kneading her flesh through the fabric of his sweater. He pulled back watching him palm her breast almost as though his hand wasn't his own. He looked up and their eyes locked. "You look good in my clothes." His breath was raspy with desire, amusement danced in his pupils and she shivered with anticipation.

She smiled. "Just imagine how great I'll look out of them." The smirk she gave him was nothing less than priceless he would recall many nights later when he thought back on this moment many years down the road. He will remember her as being priceless.

He leaned in stealing another kiss as he allowed his fingers to drift to the edges of his sweater and brushing his fingertips beneath the surface. It was like electricity between them and he found that he was becoming addicted to it. He pushed the garment up on her body staring at the smooth creamy flesh of her flat stomach. He ran a hand over her, just barely touching her creating goosebumps in his wake. He smiled as he heard her giggle and then leaned in and placed a chaste kiss right beneath her belly button. He heard her sharp intake of breath and did it again, his mouth open this time around. His tongue tasting a different part of her and he found her to be fresh, like the taste of rain.

Such a long time ago
I had given up on findin' this emotion..ever again

He swallowed as he watched her reach down and grab fistfuls of cloth lifting it over her head to reveal herself to him. Her bra had been discarded a while ago in the midst of her impromptu shower leaving her upper body bare to his intense gaze. She reminded him of vanilla and strawberries.

"Touch me Clark." She pleaded softly and he snapped back to the matter at hand.

He looked up into her eyes even as he reached out and palmed her intimate area. She closed her eyes exhaling a contented sigh.

"You're beautiful." He whispered looking down at his hand covering her mound, moving from one to the next. "Do you even know… how truly beautiful you are Chloe?" He asked almost too amazed to continue. It was as if she were all new to him. He had spent years by her side and it seemed that it wasn't until now that he was truly seeing her… not the girl she used to be but the woman that she had become. And God help him he loved her…every single inch of her.

She smiled. Genuinely smiled as she reached out and cupped his chin in her small hand she licked her lips. "Clark as much as I love hearing you tell me how beautiful I am, I'm afraid that if you don't finish what you've started I may combust." She remarked.

But you live with me now
Yes I've found you some how
And I've never been so sure

There was such a twinkle of amusement in her eyes that he almost lost himself in his own laughter. This was how their relationship was meant to be and it was only natural that it carried over into their physicality. Laughter and passion mixed together, one always managing to balance out the other. He found that it was the way he always wanted it to be.

In a flash he was out of his clothes and reaching for the sweatpants that covered her. Moving up to him he felt his chest come into contact with hers, their skin feeling so hot to the touch he thought they would explode before this was over. Soon she was bare to him and for a moment all he could do was admire the beauty before him. The contours and curves that was all Chloe stared back at him and he couldn't help the groan that came forth from deep within his chest. "Chloe…"

And for the first time I am looking in your eyes
For the first time I'm seein' who you are
Can't believe how much I see
When you're lookin back at me

She leaned in pressed herself to him, this time with no barriers between them and he knew that he was a goner. She kissed his cheek, his neck and continued to move downward running her lips across his bare shoulder. He was rock hard, sculpted like something of a Greek God and she almost felt whimsical with what was about to transpire. She was going to make love to Clark Kent. Her Clark!

Almost as if reading her thoughts he stopped his ministrations and looked up at her. His eyes locked with hers and he reached out brushing the slight damp tendrils of her hair from her forehead. "This is real…we're real." And then he gave her that smile that always seemed to break every wall she had around her heart and then he was kissing her again. His mouth moving over hers so tenderly and sweetly that she couldn't help but sigh and then he was entering her and the sigh broke into a contented gasp.

She wrapped her hands around him, her palms splayed across his back as he became fully connected with her body. He looked up into her eyes wanting to be sure that he wasn't hurting her and when he felt her squeeze his upper body ever so slightly he began to move and their worlds turned upside down with pleasure.

Now I understand why love is.......

For endless moments nothing was heard except their own breathing as they danced that timeless dance that all lovers knew so well. He touched her, kissed her, as though he had known her body since the beginning of time.

Love is.....

She wrapped her legs around him, hooking them securely at her ankles and felt him shift slightly. She closed her eyes, took hold of him ever so tightly and allowed him to take them both over the edge… over the edge and right on home.

for the first time.....

Song Used: For the First Time By: Kenny Loggins