AN: to Smartlooks: i think this chapter might answer your question ;) I'm so glad you like her!
As for the rest, i hope this is okay. I hope I didn't make Clark too OOC. I tried taking into consideration that he isn't human by blood, so he is bound to be/act different under some circumstances. this is a sort of "what if" if a situation as this came up...
Well this is a fanfic for a reason, right? Hahahaha...oh whatever :P
One quick thing: I was thinking about doing another story, probably with Eve, but of course if you all would like that? And if anyone has any ideas or prompts to what the story be about, all suggestions are welcome. And I mean ALL. Because I can't think of any, haha...
[ Disclaimer: Superman: Man of Steel belongs to the Warner Bros. and whoever came up with DC Comics. The song "Kiss It Better" is owned by the duo He Is We. I own nothing ]
Kiss It Better
Clark bolted upright, breathing as if he'd run a mile—well, a mile according to a human, that is—and his eyes in disarray and his complexion flushed as that if he'd broke out in a cold sweat.
Well, that is, for all he could tell in the pitch black dark.
He was breathing fast and had been scared out of his sleep, he was sure.
As the haze of sleep lifted, Clark ran a hand through his hair. He remembered where he was, that there indeed weren't people in masks with guns after him, he felt himself relax.
The bedroom had no lighting except for the silvery white that the moon bathed them in.
Them.
Clark inhaled, his breath catching in his throat.
He looked beside him and his shoulders fell as the tension left. Eve laid peacefully on her side, snuggled in the bed next to him. He was naked under the sheets he noticed, as was she, the moonlight playing across the sheets.
Then, worry weld back up in him and Clark hung his head in his hands. He didn't mean to fall asleep at her place again. He shouldn'thave. That feeling of dread, that ominous feeling that something bad was going to happen still hadn't left, despite his hopes. He had felt it earlier, some time ago, and it only seemed to progress as the days went by. But tonight, it had increased tenfold.
A part of his mind told him that is why he had came over instead of heading straight home after their night out, why he had finally let go with her tonight.
Clark peered at Eve from between his fingers. She looked so beautiful, he thought, the way her dark hair splayed over the pillow carelessly—he thought it looked natural and a bit sexy, despite knowing she'd complain that it looked unkept. The silver lighting reflected against her brown skin giving an almost transcendental luminescence in the moonlight made her appear almost as a sort of goddess to him, as a final, bittersweet blessing.
He reached over to tuck stray hairs that were in her face, behind her ear. Her skin was so soft... He noticed the bruises and red marks that adorned her arms, torso and neck, feeling guilt take him for the first in a longtime.
Her sleeping face looked so peaceful; his gaze lingered on her lips before noticing the bracelet still around her wrist that rested on her pillow and he began wondering how someone like him—a literal alien—was able to catch the eye of someone as unique as her.
From the day Clark laid eyes on Eve back at The Daily Planet, he knew she was different—Clark unintentionally thought the words she had told him after witnessing an accidental display of his strength. She was incompatible. Clark knew she could probably handle the truth, his truth. She wouldn't flip out or tell, he knew, but still he wondered why he kept putting it off to tell her...
He even found himself considering on buying her the ring more often than once. Although each time he thought it ridiculous, since they've only been together just over a year, and he'd always change his mind and discard the thought.
No, those thoughts are behind him.
Clark shook his head; he couldn't think this way. Time was ticking fast and he felt as if his was up. They were going to be on him any day...
He had to leave. Now.
He ran his hands down his face, doing his best to not shift the bed as he hung his legs off the edge to stand. He failed however, hearing Eve stir.
"Clark..." she whispered, voice thick and muffled.
'Dammit.'
He hoped she was still dreaming. He found this wasn't true when her eyes fluttered open.
She mumbled, sleep still in her voice. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong," he answered. "Just...go back to sleep."
He looked over his shoulder and saw her staring him in the eye.
'SHIT!'
"...You're leaving?" She was awake now, leaning up on one arm.
Clark could swear she sounded a bit unhappy. "Nah, nah," he lied. "I'm just..getting some water f-for a second."
She blinked. There was an uncomfortable silence between the two.
"You're lying."
He cursed internally.
'SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!'
She continued. "You look worried. Plus you had sat up way too quickly you woke me up." She rubbed sleep from her eyes, sitting up and bringing the comforter around her chest.
"A-and now, I'm going to go g-get some water now," Clark bit his lip. That wasn't exactly a lie anymore. He could really use some, and was inching out the bed.
"You bite your lip and stutter a little when you lie, Clark," she retorted as-a-matter-of-factly.
He froze. He didn't have a comeback for that one; she knew him all too well. After having a quick inner-battle, he finally came to the decision to finally tell her. After all, this might be the last time they saw each other if his gut feelings were right.
He turned back toward her. "Actually Eve," he always chuckled at least once when around her, mores when nervous. "There issomething I've been wanting to tell you for a while."
He had to let it down nice and slowly.
She tucked the blanket tightly under her arms. She wasn't surprised very much—she had known that something was coming—she just didn't know when.
Eve stretched fully. She was used to Clark leaving before she would wake sometimes. So whatever it was that seemed to scare him so much, she felt it must be very serious.
"What is it, Clark?"
'Well this is it. It's now or never,' he thought, breathing out a nervous breath. "Well first off, my name isn't Clark."
She paused from ruffling her hair and looked at him confused.
"...Well not my only name. Uh, my birth name is...Kal..."
"Kal...?" She repeated, unsure of where this was going.
"Kal-El," he corrected and paused, nervous. "...Did you know that's Superman's name too?"
It was too late to turn into a trivia fest, and the inside of her thighs were still throbbing. "Okay..."
"Clark—the name you know me as—is also my real name too," he explained in case she suspected him of lying. "That fact is true."
Her suspecting look didn't change so he continued.
"But that time you saw me lift that newspaper dispenser," he noted the time back at The Planet when his ID had slid to the wall under the metal street dispenser and he had to move it to get behind the machine. She'd been the only one who noticed closely and knew that no ordinary person would have been able to do so with such ease, let alone with one hand. "That is a lie. Well sort of—that was just...minuscule to how much I can lift," he explained. "I can do more. A lot more."
Eve resisted the urge to say, "well do me," watching his eyes drift to her open mouth. She wet her lips automatically. Clark reached out to stroke her arm, as if to bring her closer in immediate reflex, but stopped himself, pulling his arm back abruptly. He had to do this and leave as soon as possible; he feared the sirens could be on him any minute now.
He fisted the sheets nervously.
Clark cleared his throat and closed his eyes to concentrate. "I'm just going to just come out and say it! I'm—-"
He snapped his eyes open to Eve straddling him. His bright blue eyes stared wide back at hers.
"Say what?" She sunk lower onto him, in his lap. Clark's hands automatically went to hold her wide hips.
He felt her hands travel from resting on his wide shoulders, sliding down to his bare chest. And all-too-quickly the memory of their intimate moments hours earlier flashed across his mind, of his hands sliding up the swell of her hips; their bodies flush against each other, hot, viscid, and ecstatic. Of his hands tangling in her hair as she kissed down his chest, the feeling of her soft flesh between his fingers, of the way she gasped and whimpered for him over and over and over again. Of the three words that were just on the tips of their tongues but never quite made it out aloud.
Clark watched her lips part slowly, tempting him. Eve studied his lowered gaze.
They kissed slowly and passionately until air became necessary.
That was the moment it dawned on Eve as to why Clark had seemed a lot slower that night, why he had taken his time, this time. He wasn't doing it for a fix for satisfaction and it hadn't been to make their session last just a bit longer longer, and the realization dawned on her that—he had been making love to her. The thought made her face flush and she looked away.
Clark huffed a sound of confusion.
Eve shook her head. She could practically hear him laugh and say "you didn't get that"' if she were to ask about it.
"It's nothing," she blurted instead. "What is it you wanted to tell me," she bit her lip.
"Oh." Clark swallowed, kneading random shapes into the bottom of her back, making her arch and groan. His mouth was becoming dry again. "You see... K-Kal-El is Superman's real na-name as well, so..."
Eve looked him in the eyes—they were a brilliant blue even in this little light. "So," she cut him off, "what you're saying is that you're—-" She stopped at feeling his messaging cease abruptly. Eve pouted, disappointed.
The corners of his mouth itched upward; he was finally going to be able to tell her. "I am Superm—-" Clark's looked toward the window, hearing the sound of sirens in the distance. His face hardened at realizing they were coming closer and he knew. He swallowed. He needed to leave. He'd better—he had to, for her sake, but his body was frozen, breaking out into a cold sweat instead.
"Clark...?" Eve saw his sudden change of character, instantly concerned.
She tapped his shoulder but he didn't move—couldn't, frozen by absolute fear and foreboding.
They remained there, Eve trying to gain his attention and failing, until bright blue and red lights danced around her bedroom walls. Finally he snapping back to reality, pushed her gently back to the bed, sliding on his boxers and jeans as he walked to the window. He knew the sight before peeking through the blinds.
Eve called him again, sounding very worried this time. She wanted him to ignore it, to come back to bed.
He had trouble swallowing. There were two police cruisers parking outside the apartment building. One, and a black Hyundai beside it, had its doors open, indicating those officers were probably already inside the building. But Eve was on the fourth floor so there was a small window of time that he easily flee without them ever knowing—and it'd be soeasy to, but—
Eve watched from the side of the bed, and still, she had no idea.
Though, it was a good five or so more minutes until there was a knock at the door, making her scurry to find a bra and her house robe. Clark remained in the bedroom watching the second police cruiser empty into the apartment building from the window.
Eve wrapped her arms around herself when answering her front door to two detectives dressed in suits. One asked if she knew anyone with Clark's identity, and with a wary look over her shoulder, called him.
"Clark, what's going on?"
He didn't answer. He had found shirt and glasses now.
Then the taller detective shouldered inside, flashing a badge. Clark was already raising his hands in surrender.
"Clark Kent, you are under arrest."
Eve's anxiousness turned into horror, her eyes widening. "Hey! Clark—what's going on?"
The police entered then, guns out and shouldering through. A rather large man shoved Clark's face to the wall, yanking his arms behind his back before handcuffing him; an older officer in the back spoke into his walkie-talkie.
Clark knew that Eve must be freaking out—especially when she was grabbed by the arm and hauled out her apartment as well. Clark didn't resist when they practically shoved him out the door, manhandled and hustled. And Eve could only watch helplessly as he was forced into the back of a police cruiser, her questions and struggles still going unanswered.
Clark face didn't falter, and fear and suspicion prickled at the edge of her mind. He watched as she was led to the other cruiser, his eyes never leaving her. Only when she was given a hurtful shove that made her catch her balance, did he stir, catching himself before pulling his hands too far apart and breaking the cuffs.
She was afraid.
Clark finally turned to the police only to utter one simple request that was laced with so much venom that, if it wasn't followed, promised that all hell would break loose. The officer that met his gaze had to hold back a shutter; Clark's eyes blazed, clearly indicating the promising threat behind his words.
"Don't hurt her."
Eve caught his gaze one last time before her door slammed shut. She didn't immediately know as to why tears welled up in her eyes.
AN: I didn't want a flashback in this chapter and wanted to just focus on Clark and Eve.
I'm a little upset that this is coming to a close. I kinda like Eve. But again, If you all like Eve and want me to continue with more, please tell me.
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Much luv!