Bless You

A Missing Scenes Fic

Summary: Set at Crater Lake after the events in Sneeze.

“Chloe,” said Clark, having screwed up the courage to finally talk about what had been at the back of his mind since he was last at the Daily Planet. “Before I left, there was this moment that we um…”

“You mean when I laid one on you?”

He shrugged, a little shyly. God, he was such a putz when it came to women, especially Chloe.

“Don’t worry, Clark, it was the end of the world. It’s not like I’m expecting us to hook up.”

He searched her eyes, and her forced smile. She was trying to let him off the hook, because she was afraid he didn’t want to be on the hook. She couldn’t be more wrong, but he just didn’t know what to say to the woman who’d been his best friend for so long, and his secret keeper for the past year and a half.

But then, what if Chloe meant what she said? What if it had been nothing more to her than an end-of-the-world thing? What if she liked being ‘just friends,’ and he’d misconstrued how she really felt about him? She’d waited on him for years. Did he really have the right to just walk back into her life now and expect her to have him, just because it was what he wanted?

“Um…yeah…me…me neither…”

“Hey, Bright Eyes.”

Clark looked away from Chloe to a young man who approached. He was obviously a Planet employee. He was carrying a folder, and had a camera strapped to his neck, and he was grinning at Chloe. What did he mean by calling her Bright Eyes?

“Oh, bad time?” he asked, sensing something between him and Chloe.

“Oh, no, um…I was just talking to a friend,” said Chloe, looking at him as though to confirm that that’s all they were. What kind of answer did she want? Clark knew what she expected, but what did she actually want? He said nothing, and looked back at the newcomer.

“Whoa! Grow ‘em big in Kansas, don’t they?” the new guy said.

Clark decided right then he didn’t think he was going to like this guy very much.

“I’m sorry. Jimmy Olsen, this is Clark Kent.”

“Actually it’s uh, James Olsen,” Jimmy said, offering his hand. Clark noticed the amused look Chloe gave him.

“Really? Since when?”

Okay, something was up. Clark looked between Chloe and this James Olsen person, wondering what the connection was between them. She obviously knew him, and knew him well. The skinny jerk was trying to be territorial with Chloe.

“Since now-ish,” Jimmy clarified.

Chloe laughed, amused, but Clark looked expectantly at her. He was seriously considering pulling her to the side and demanding to know who ‘James Olsen actually’ really was, but James clarified for him.

“You wanna grab some dinner at the vending machine?”

Chloe laughed. “Love to, James.” She looked back at Clark, as though James had made her forget he was standing there. “Uh, Clark, are you hungry?”

James gave him a look that clearly said ‘You’re not invited.’

“Me? No, I’m okay. You guys go ahead.”

Jimmy looked appeased. “Catch you later, CK.”

Clark watched Jimmy and Chloe walk away together, and he felt as though he were losing something vital to his life. To his heart.

****

“This water is definitely too cold to swim in,” Chloe said. She and Clark had decided to come out to the lake since he’d managed to use his newest ability to clear the clouds from the sky. However, that had done nothing to warm the water to human tolerance levels. “At least it is for me,” she clarified.

“Then you can sit on the pier while I take a quick dip.”

Clark pulled off the white tee-shirt he was wearing, kicked off his sandals, and ran for the lake. He jumped, diving gracefully into the water, where he stayed down much longer than humanly possible. Chloe wasn’t worried. She splashed her toes over the cold water and admired the beauty of the lake.

After almost ten minutes, however, she looked down into the water at her feet and jumped when she saw Clark was there, looking up at her from a foot or so below the surface. It was an incredibly creepy sight, and she quickly yanked her feet up onto the pier (though she knew he could have moved fast enough to catch her fee if he’d wanted to). He exploded out of the lake, landing on the pier next to her, splashing her with icy water.

“Clark!”

“You looked so spooked,” he said, wiping at his face and looking at her.

“I was spooked. How long were you down there, looking at me?”

“Only a few seconds, I promise. You looked down so fast, I though you saw me coming. I was thinking of pulling you in. The water’s not so bad once you get used to it.”

“Clark, you could say that if the water were literally boiling, or slushy with ice. It makes no difference to you. I just dipped my toes in and they’re already frozen.”

“Here,” he said, motioning for her to put her feet into his lap. She did so, and he focused on them. Seconds later, they were pleasantly toasty—and dry.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime.” He looked up at the sky as a raindrop hit her leg. “Here comes the rain. Want me to clear it away?”

She looked at him for a bit, quiet and contemplative before saying, “No. Let nature take its course,” she said.

Those words sounded loaded to Clark. Inviting. He nodded and hoped he wasn’t reading too much into them.

“We’ll eat back at the loft.”

He pulled Chloe to her feet and then moved into super speed, putting all of their things into the back of the old truck, including the kite they hadn’t had time to fly. Chloe climbed into the cab beside Clark as it began to rain in earnest. Clark put the key in the ignition—and nothing happened.

Chloe began to laugh. “Great, we’re broken down.”

“Damn old truck,” Clark groused. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and Chloe realized he was a little embarrassed. Clark had always been a little self-conscious about not having a lot of money like other people. Like her.

“It’s okay, Clark,” Chloe said. “We’ll wait till it stops raining and then check it. We’re hardly helpless, considering you’re super human.”

“Still…” he said, letting go of the key. “It’s the starter. Again.”

“Look.”

“What?”

Chloe nodded at the lake, hoping to take his mind off this little embarrassment. “The rain on the lake. It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah.”

“Clark, you don’t have to be embarrassed about the truck. You know you don’t have to impress me.”

“I know,” said Clark, a little too quickly, a little too chipper. “I’ll bet James drives a new car.”

“It’s Jimmy, and he rides a scooter.”

Clark snorted. “You’re joking, right?”

“He has an old car for longer trips, but mostly he gets around on foot or on a scooter.”

“How do you know him, anyway?”

Chloe hugged herself. The air was definitely getting chilly. Clark reached around behind him and pulled their picnic blanket out, throwing it over her.

“Better?”

“Much, thank you.”

“So?” he said, after a few moments of silently watching the rain on the lake. The darkness was gathering with a vengeance, as though the clouds were getting back at Clark for blowing them away earlier that afternoon. “How do you know Jimmy?”

“He and I went out a couple of yeas ago, when I interned at the Planet.”

“Really? I didn’t know you’d had a boyfriend then. You never told me.”

“I don't tell you everything, that's true. And boyfriend isn’t exactly what he was. He was more of a first time fling.”

She heard Clark swallow. “First time?”

“Yeah, you know. First lover kind of thing.”

“He was your first?”

“Uh-huh,” she said lightly, trying to make it sound as though it was nothing, but she couldn’t help but notice the glass on Clark’s side of the truck was fogging over, and his face was pinched. “He showed an interest in me when I really needed it. He made me feel beautiful, and desirable, when I felt…well…the opposite of those things.”

Clark knew what Chloe was telling him. Jimmy had wanted her when he’d been wrapped up in chasing after Lana Lang. He’d been willing to acknowledge her beauty in a way Clark hadn’t—at that time—when Clark had decided to choose Lana over Chloe.

“So, you’re not a virgin.”

Chloe laughed. “That surprises you?”

“I just didn’t think you’d lose it before I did, that’s all.”

“Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know. I just…I kind of thought you’d…”

“Wait?” she asked.

“No,” replied Clark, as though that wasn’t what he’d been trying to say at all, when in fact it was. “No,” he repeated.

“You did! You thought I’d stay a virgin until what…you decided to take an interest?”

Anger tinted her words, like the blue strip at the top of the windshield. Lightly, but definitely noticeable. The thing was, now that she’d voiced it, Clark realized that’s exactly what he’d assumed she’d do. Wait until he possibly decided that maybe someday he’d take an interest in her. How arrogant, he realized.

“Maybe.”

Chloe made a noise of disgust and turned back to the lake. It was barely visible now, and the cab of the truck was totally silent except for the sound of the rain pounding the metal roof.

“I’m sorry,” said Clark, quietly. “I guess I got so used to you being so devoted to me that I thought you’d wait until I was ready. That was very selfish of me, Chloe.”

She looked over at him, her anger melting. She nodded. “Thanks, Clark.”

“He obviously still likes you.”

“I don’t like him. Not like that. I made that clear yesterday.”

“Really?” said Clark, in a thick voice.

Chloe nodded. “Yeah. You know…he’s nice and everything, but I don’t love him. I never could. He’s not…”

She looked back out of the window. It was almost pitch black, since the moon and stars were obscured by storm clouds. Pretty soon, she wouldn’t be able to see Clark at all.

“He’s not what?” Clark asked. He shifted beside Chloe. She got one good look at him before the light faded.

“He’s not you.”

Clark moved beside Chloe, fiddling around in the glove compartment. He brought out a flashlight and sat it on the dash, away from her, so that there was some light inside the truck cab.

“I thought you didn’t want to hook up,” he said.

“I was giving you the chance to get off the hook, and you took it,” said Chloe. She sounded disappointed.

“Only because I thought you wanted me to. I thought you wanted to be with Jimmy.”

“No.”

“Chloe…”

The flashlight flickered and went out. “Damn,” he said. “Everything I have is useless.”

“Not true.”

Chloe pushed the blanket away, scooting over to him. She was feeling very warm because Clark exuded heat. “You have integrity, honor, an infallible sense of loyalty to friends. All of that means so much more than things you could buy with money. Not to mention you’re smokin’ hot.”

She gasped as one of his big hands reached out for her, grazing her breast. He didn’t apologize. Instead, he moved it around and behind her waist, pulling her close to him. His lips found hers unerringly, kissing her softly even as his hands moved over her body, exploring her with firm confidence.

Chloe moaned as their tongues touched for the first time since they’d made out while he’d been high on red kryptonite. Clark tasted good, like the mint chocolates he’d eaten on the way to the lake. He smelled good, too, of masculine musk. His hands were impossibly big and strong, and she felt liquid heat soaking into her panties.

“Oh, Chloe,” he sighed. There was such raw, animal lust in Clark’s voice that her thighs quivered in response. “I want you,” he whispered.

She could feel it when she brought one knee up and it gently touched his erection, which strained hard at his jeans. She wore the flimsiest of shifts, which Clark pushed roughly out of the way. His hands were soft, never developing callouses since he was invincible, yet they were undoubtedly manly.

“I want you too, Clark. I’ve always wanted you.

“You know we can’t, though. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“We could try,” said Chloe. She kissed him again, brushing her lips lightly over his, and moving along his strong jaw line. He leaned into her, too heavy for her to hold up, so she sank back onto the seat, the old leather creaking as they moved. Chloe’s legs parted to give Clark a place to lie down, and his cock ground up against her throbbing clit, making her cry out as an almost painful spasm of pleasure clinched deep inside of her.

“I’m sorry, Chloe, I didn’t mean to—” Clark began, sounding alarmed.

“Do it again!” Chloe gasped. “Please, Clark, please, again…again…” Chloe begged, trying to lift her hips to meet his. He gently lowered himself over her again, torturing her with the slightest friction. She growled.

“Harder, Clark.”

Fearfully, Clark increased the pressure. She tried to pull him into her by wrapping her legs around his waist, and he slowly gave in, and settled into a torturous rhythm that would have felt so much better if his cock were inside of her. She was still moaning like he was full on fucking her, because it felt so good.

Clark’s lips found Chloe’s neck, and his fingers sought out the soft, moist folds of her womanhood. His jeans, which were stained with her juices, moved away from her as he ripped her soaking wet panties away like tissue paper. He pushed one finger gently inside of her.

“Please. I need you.”

He added his index and ring finger to the middle finger already inside of her, but Chloe pulled at his zipper, and deftly unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his erection. Clark froze at once.

“Chloe, you know I can’t. That’s the one thing I can’t do.”

“You’re afraid you’ll thrust too hard?”

“Yes.”

“Sit up. Go on, sit up,” she said breathlessly.

It was awkward, but eventually Clark was sitting up, away from the steering wheel, and Chloe straddled his lap.

“I wish I could see you,” she said.

“Chloe, even with you on top, I could still lose control—”

“Shhh…” she said, kissing him. She grasped his cock in her left hand, while her right hand found his balls. Clark moaned.

“Oh, Chloe… Don’t make me do something I’ll regret. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He was the strongest person on the planet Earth, and yet he was totally at her mercy, begging her not to make him do something that he was afraid to try. That made Chloe ache with more than physical desire, but with hurt, and pity.

“I won’t, Clark. You can trust me. I just want to please you.”

The truck was too cramped for her to maneuver herself around so she could get Clark’s cock into her mouth, so she settled for slicking her hand with her own juices, and then stroking his long, thick shaft. Clark settled back and became lost in her touch, his breath puffing out hot and fast into her face, smelling like a mixture of toothpaste and chocolate mints that made her want to kiss him again.

She worked him relentlessly, until his hands grabbed her hips, almost painfully tight, and his hips jerked almost convulsively. Clark moaned loudly, his orgasms releasing long, thick streams of cum onto her chest, under her chin, and against her belly. Chloe found herself moaning with him, enjoying the feel of his hot release on her skin, and the smell of it filling the cab. She collapsed against Clark; they struggled to catch their breath.

“You see your hands,” Chloe said.

“Actually yeah, I can,” said Clark weakly.

“You were lost in the moment, and you still controlled yourself. You could have crushed my legs, but you didn’t. You were in control.”

Chloe’s lips brushed against Clark’s neck.

His strong arms wrapped around Chloe as she curled up on the seat next to him. Minutes later, they were both asleep.