PT 2

Later that night, Clark tried to call Chloe several times. Not wanting to speak to him, Chloe dismissed each call. He contemplated leaving a message but decided against it. Sick of his attempts to speak with her, Chloe turned off her phone. Titling his head he focused his hearing to listen to her; shame filled him when he heard her crying.

Chloe was tempted to throw her cell against the wall. Each ring made the pain cut into the depths of her soul from the betrayal of her best friend. Pressing the off button, she set her cell on the end stand and laid her head on the pillow. However, closing her eyes only made the images become more vivid.

Clark pulled Chloe back toward his body. There was the contrast of her soft body against his hard body. He dipped his head down to hers and whispered against her lips, "Where were we?"

'Here,' Chloe thought as their lips meant. Clark deepened the kiss, his tongue tangoing with hers. Chloe moaned into his mouth as Clark lifted her into his arms again.

The world blurred around her when Clark super sped them up the stairs to the loft. Her mind could not process the sudden change in location before she was gently down on the couch and his body covered her own. Chloe felt the heat from his body through her clothing as he pressed her into the cushions. Breaking the kiss for air, she breathed in deeply.

Clark felt a mixture of pleasure and frustration from his throbbing member. He could not recall ever being this hard. His mind could only think about was how much he wanted her.

Instinctively, Chloe thrust her hips upward with her desire to feel more of him. His lips brushed against her rapidly beating pulse as Chloe moaned, "Want you…"She reached between their bodies fighting to undo his belt.

Clark growled as he felt the heat from her hands teasing his hardness while she fought with the zipper of his jeans. His hands worked to unbutton her jeans as he said huskily, "Want you…" His super speed quickly rid her of the jeans and panties.

Her hands pushed his jeans and boxers over his hips wanting to feel his skin against hers. His length ran along her wet outer lips as she lifted her hips.

"All for me?" Clark asked huskily.

"Yes," Chloe moaned.

Unable to wait, Clark slowly thrust his hard length into her tight, wet heat. He grunted in pleasure as the tightness slowly surrounded him. His eyes darkened with desire while he felt awe when he broke through her hymen, claiming her completely. A small whimper escaped her lips while she silently begged him not to stop.

Clark wanted to thrust hard and fast overcome with his desires. However, he managed to regain a miniscule amount of control. She wrapped her legs around his hips allowing him to sink deeper into her. No longer able to hold still, he slowly pulled his hardened length backward.

"No…don't stop…" Chloe begged.

He looked down at her with a combination of a grin and smirk on his lips as he thrust back into her.

"Wouldn't dream of stopping…"

His desires were so intense he could practically taste them. His hips thrust so the large mushroom head brushed against a spot deep inside of her causing Chloe to thrust her hips upwards, silently begging him for more. They found a steady rhythm and matched each other thrusts. A loud whimpered moan of pleasure passed through her lips as her walls started to flutter around him.

Chloe had imagined how their bodies joined would make her feel. She often screamed his name while making herself cum. Her fantasies of Clark held nothing in comparison to the actual man. Her mind flashed to when she jumped. Her body was falling and then she was held firmly in his arms.

'So special and so much more than a man,' she thought.

His large mushroom head brushed against the same spot making her scream his name. Not wanting to hurt her, Clark tried to rein back his strength as he thrust uncontrollably. He prayed his strength was not hurting her as his member pulsed and his seed flowed deep into her clenching core.

"Chloe…" Clark screamed.

Chloe relished the way the weight of his body pressed into hers while basking in the aftermath. Clark wondered if every time would be like this with her. He could feel himself re-harden with each flutter of her walls. His desire to claim her again grew stronger and was almost primal.

Her eyes registered surprise when her body informed her that Clark was more than ready for another round.

"That's some stamina you have there," Chloe snarked.

Clark chuckled, causing vibrations to course throughout her body. "Must be an alien thing," Clark replied before slipping from inside of her. Sitting back on the couch, Clark watched her intently.

Her mind attempted to process the information, but all she wanted was him inside of her again. He was like a drug that she could not get enough of. Climbing into his lap, she rocked her hips and said, "Alien? But you look so human."

Her small hand wrapped around his length leading him to her wet core. "Doesn't change how I feel," Chloe said. She thrust her hips downward taking him completely into her.

His hands moved to her hips as he asked, "How do you feel?"

Silence seemed to fill the air while she contemplated his question. Her heart beat faster with the realization that she had fallen in love with her best friend. Instead of answering the question, she captured his mouth in a hungry kiss. She lifted her body and then slowly thrust downwards.

Their bodies moved together as one. Moans and grunts of pleasure filled the air until they climaxed together. Breathing in deeply, Chloe tried to regain control of her rapidly beating pulse. She did not know what it was about him that caused her to lose all control.

Shooting up in her bed, Chloe gasped for air. Her body was drenched in a thin film of sweat making her thin nightgown cling to her body. Her inner thighs were coated with her juices from the ache of unquenched need at her core. Her hands clenched and unclenched angrily with the realization that she still wanted him. Not happening, she thought. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she had not eaten earlier. Letting her eyes fall to her abdomen, she thought, I'm not hungry.

Noticing the slight bump, her eyes seemed to bug out of her head. She nibbled on her bottom lip when she felt slight fluttering. Calculating in her head, she figured it was almost three months since the parasite. "Guess ignoring you does not work. I don't know if I can do this," she whispered. Tossing the covers back, she climbed out of bed. Feeling dizzy she whined, "Sexually frustrated, hungry, dizzy, what's next?"

"Me and my big mouth," she mumbled as the wave of nausea washed over her. Squatting down in front of the toilet, she retched everything inside her stomach. Her body trembled through the dry heaves. Once the nausea passed, she blew her nose and tossed the tissue inside of the toilet. Slowly standing she flushed before walking back into her bedroom.

Climbing onto the bed, she brought her knees to her chest and hugged herself. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she wondered what she was going to do. Pregnancy had not been part of her plans for her senior year. She would be a single mom before graduation. Breathing in deeply, she resolved to still accomplish everything else she planned.

At the farm, Clark was just about asleep when he heard Chloe talking to herself. A voice in his head practically yelled, 'she is talking to it.' Wanting to be certain she was okay, he focused on her voice, but instead of her voice he heard the steady rhythm of her heart. His heart rate increased when his mind was filled with the faster rhythm. Not just her heartbeat, the voice taunted him. Grabbing his pillow he buried his head underneath in an attempt to muffle the sound.

Think about something else, Clark willed himself. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, he groaned at the image of Chloe that filled his mind. Her eyes were filled with desire for him, and her lips were swollen from his bruising kiss. A few small bruises were along the column of her neck from the small nips he made while thrusting into her tight, wet heat. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to run along her bottom lip drawing his attention back to her mouth.

I'll never be able to get enough, he thought as he thrust deeply into her. Her name slipped past his lips as his seed flowed into her. The last thought before he fell into a restless sleep was it only takes once.

"Clark you are going to be late for school!" Martha yelled.

Clark groaned feeling like he had just fallen asleep. "I'm up," Clark mumbled. Throwing back the covers, he growled in annoyance. Damn it! He super sped down the hall and into the bathroom. Closing the bathroom door, he reached into the tub and turned on the cold water. Not gonna help. Ignoring the voice, he stepped into the tub and closed the shower curtain.

Martha and Jonathan were sitting at the table when Clark walked downstairs. Grabbing his backpack, he slung it over his shoulder. "Breakfast," Martha insisted. Grabbing two slices of toast, he used heat vision and said, "Right." All he could think about was how he was drugged and now Chloe was pregnant.

"Have a nice day at school," Martha yelled after him.

"Son, I think we need to have a talk," Jonathan said in a firm voice.

Clark froze and then slowly turned to his father.

Jonathan walked over to him and followed Clark outside. Once outside he dangled a pair of black panties from his forefinger. "Did more happen than you let on?" Jonathan asked.

Clark stared at the panties before quickly grabbing them and shoving them into his front pocket. "I don't want to talk about it!" Clark snapped.

Jonathan placed his hand on Clark's shoulder and said, "If something did happen, you have to tell Chloe. It's wrong in so many ways if you don't."

Nodding his head in understanding, Clark replied, "I have to go to school."

Jonathan stared after him with a gut feeling his life was about to become more complicated.

His heightened hearing picked up the gossip around him before Clark walked through the main doors.

"Did you hear Chloe Sullivan is pregnant?"

"I heard she doesn't know who the father is," another laughed before saying, "She claimed to not remember. Yeah, right."

"She is always digging up dirt on everyone else. I say its Karma"

Lana turned on the cheerleader and snapped, "Several seniors were infected with a parasite. No one remembered what they did." Since last night, she could not stop thinking that Clark was not infected. She admitted that her desire to see where a relationship with Clark would lead was one of the reasons she neglected to tell Chloe about what she saw that evening. Noticing Clark coming toward her, she made up her mind.

"One of the waitresses told me about you and Chloe practically screwing in the Talon. I was going to keep my mouth shut but after yesterday…" Lana stated.

Clark shuffled on his feet knowing he was drugged.

No matter how angry Chloe was, she would never be the type to cry wolf. "I know she is strongly against abortion, too," Lana said.

His eyes were filled with raw emotions. His gut instinct told him that the baby would survive almost anything. He did not feel it was any of her business, which was why he said, "Chloe said she does not remember."

Lana gasped in surprise. "You are going to be that guy?"

His eyebrow rose in question having no idea what she was talking about.

She wanted no part of a relationship with a guy who had gotten another girl pregnant, especially after he was supposed to be on a date with her. "I did a lot of thinking last night. I decided I don't want to be involved with a you," Lana said.

"It was a mistake. I was high," Clark grumbled.

Lana stared at him in disbelief. Shaking her head in annoyance, Lana said, "Hope the attitude changes in, say, seven months, 'cause I did the math." Slamming her locker shut, she said, "Don't worry. I won't out you."

Clark glanced around wondering if anyone had heard them. No one seemed to be paying attention to them too interested in talking about it. Sighing in frustration, he walked down the hallway. She already knows, he reasoned. Going into the Torch, he walked over to her.

Chloe looked up from the layout and glared at him.

"Chloe, we need to talk," Clark begged.

Shaking her head, Chloe replied, "You were going to keep pretending nothing happened." Grabbing her books, she put on her best fake smile and pushed past him. Chasing after her, Clark grabbed her wrist.

"It's not that simple," Clark pleaded.

Pulling her arm back, Chloe snapped, "Sure it is!" She just wanted Clark to admit they had sex in his loft. Her eyes darkened when she snapped, "Imagine how I was feeling when I found out I was pregnant." Walking away from him, she mumbled, "Unfortunately, ignoring it doesn't make it go away."

Clark stared after her wondering why she was not screaming at the top of her lungs that he was the father. Walking into the class they had together, he noticed Chloe was missing. Pete glanced at the desk and then at Clark as if he was asking him if he knew why Chloe was not there. Shrugging his shoulders, he tried to pay attention to the teacher.

The day seemed to drag on almost like time slowed down. Instead of his day getting better, it seemed to be getting worse. Pete walked over to him after gym class and asked, "You don't think it was me?"

Clark blinked in surprise never expecting Pete to blame himself. "It wasn't you," Clark replied.

His answer made Pete suspicious and slightly angry. Chloe was his friend; he felt that no matter what the reason Clark needed to be responsible for his actions. He crossed his arms over his chest and then whispered, "That means it was you."

Clark glared at Pete before he growled, "You drugged me."

Pete shook his head in annoyance before turning his back on him. Practically everyone in school was aware that Chloe had a thing for Clark. Going over to Brett Anderson he said, "I want to place a bet."

Brett smirked and looked directly at Clark while saying, "Practically the whole school is betting the father is Clark Kent."

Closing his locker, Clark attempted not to listen as Pete replied, "Well I was infected by the parasite, too, but I'm positive Chloe only has eyes for Clark." Going out into the hallway, he felt like everyone was watching him. Noticing Chloe at her locker, he was tempted to turn in the opposite direction. Instead he continued walking toward her. He wasn't surprised when she slammed her locker shut and quickly moved down the hallway.

Chloe started to feel light headed and barely made it to her desk chair before her eyes started to roll back in her head. Skipping meals was definitely not a good idea. I'm sorry. But I have no money, she thought. Earlier she discovered her account had been frozen. Opening her desk, she grabbed the chocolate bar and tore open the wrapper. After finishing the bar, she decided it was best to take the rest of the day off.

When the final bell rang, Clark grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. Once outside in the parking lot, he scanned the area looking for her car. Unable to find it, he glanced around before slipping into super speed. He slipped out of super speed when he reached the Talon.

Once inside Clark looked around only to discover Chloe was nowhere to be found. Turning around he almost bumped right into Lex.

"Clark," Lex greeted.

Not in the mood to deal with him, Clark said, "Lex, sorry I have to go."

Nodding his head, Lex asked, "You wouldn't happen to be looking for Chloe, would you?"

A feeling of uneasiness washed over him as Clark relied, "Yes."

"Just curious," Lex informed him.

Clark felt his heart start to pound in his chest but was guarded with his reaction.

"The whole town seems to be talking about her unfortunate predicament," Lex informed him.

Clark wanted to trust Lex, but deep down he could not. "Are you trying to say something?" Clark asked.

"Just that I recall seeing Chloe in your arms when I came to see you," Lex replied.

Clark knew exactly what Lex was referring to. He was also aware what happened right after Lex left. "I really do have to go," Clark repeated before leaving.

Chloe sat in her room staring at herself in the mirror. Tears rolled down her cheeks while she contemplated how foolish they had been. She had not gotten away; they allowed her to leave and come back here to Smallville.

"There is probably some stupid prophecy somewhere. It's always a damn prophecy!" Chloe growled.

Anger filled her as she punched the mirror in front of her. She watched the glass crack and swirl from the force as she pulled her arm backwards. Glancing at her hand, she noticed there was not even a scratch. Hearing the buzz of her cellphone she had not used since she was sixteen, Chloe glanced at the message. We are on our way. Take about twenty-two hours but you know Spike it will take less.