Good, Good Lovin'

The fading light of day had set the loft afire with golden light. Clark sat on the couch, long legs outstretched, his hands laced behind his head. He stared out at the burning sky, lost in thought. She wondered if it was for Lana, and the relationship with her that he’d never be able to have, now that they’d both finally decided to move on in different directions.

“Clark.”

It was rare someone surprised Clark Kent, but Chloe had done it. He flinched and looked over at her, but his eyes weren’t filled with sadness, or loss. They looked serene, satisfied. His smile was slight but it touched her deeply.

“Chloe. You surprised me.”

He held out a hand and she took it, surprised herself when he guided her onto his lap.

“What were you so lost in thought about?”

“Life,” he said simply. One arm wrapped around her while the other reached for a remote to a small stereo. He pressed play and a mixed CD that she remembered burning for him began to play something soft, romantic. They listened to the music and watched the last of the light fade from the sky, enjoying each others company without the need to talk.

Chloe savored each moment. Clark had never put her on his lap before. He’d never held her and leaned his head against her so that his breathe came in hot, slow puffs across her chest, under her shirt, to caress her skin. She could smell the shampoo he’d washed his hair in that morning. Her eyes closed briefly and she breathed in the scent of him.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that his right hand had been thrown over her leg. The man had massive hands, and they were unimaginably strong.

“What about life?” Chloe finally said. The sun was gone. Only a small, dim lamp provided any kind of light for them now. Clark didn’t move when he spoke, and his voice vibrated through her body.

“Love,” he clarified. “How I’ve missed out on a lot of happiness because I didn’t see what was in front of me.”

Chloe felt a little foolish at the comic gulp that clenched her throat, but she couldn’t help it. Was he talking about her?

Don’t get your hopes up, Chloe thought. He’s probably going to announce his undying love for Lois…or some girl I’ve never met.

There’d been too much in their past, too many times Chloe had hoped, too long she’d waited, for her to really believe they could ever be more than friends, that Clark would ever want her the way he’d wanted Lana.

One of Clark’s favorite songs came on. Turn Your Lights Down Low, Bob Marley singing with Lauryn Hill.

“I love this song,” Clark said. His lips brushed her neck, making Chloe shiver. “Listen to the words.”

…but it seems I was never on time. Still I wanna get through to you girl. On time. On time.

Clark’s hand stroked her back, his lips brushed her neck, and Chloe thought she’d melt right there on his lips. He wanted her. He finally wanted her.

I want to give you some love. I want to give you, some good, good lovin’...

Clark’s lips hungrily sought out the tender flesh of Chloe’s neck, and her heart ran away from her in her chest. She was so weak with surprise and love and happiness that she couldn’t even turn her head. Clark did it for her, claiming her lips in a hard kiss.

Oooh, I love you…and I want you to know right now…I want to give you some love. I want to give you, some good, good lovin’...

Chloe found herself wrapped in Clark’s strong arms, and he lowered her onto the couch before fitting himself between her legs where he pressed into her rhythmically, and made her desire for him grow. When she opened her eyes, he was looking at her as he never had before—with desire, and hunger, and love all mixed together in a beautiful blend.

“Give me a chance to make you happy, Chloe.”

“You make me happy every day, Clark.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” she said.

Chloe stroked hair away from Clark’s face and enjoyed the feel of his hands unzipping her jeans. There, in the dim light of the loft, they gave one another some good, good love.