It was almost dawn before Clark crawled into bed beside Lana. He wasn’t at all tired, was filled with conflicting feelings and thoughts, and knew that he wouldn’t get any rest at all until it was time for bed that night. He should feel guilty, he knew, but he couldn’t quite manage it. There was a persistent bubble of joy inside of him, that he couldn’t shake, even if he wanted to.
“You’re finally home, is everything okay?”
She sounded wide awake. Clark nodded in the ever increasing light of the morning, that flooded the room with weak, gray light. “Yeah. There was some trouble in Metropolis. I sorted it out.”
“Good. We’re lucky to have you, Clark .”
At one time that would have made him smile, but now, he just frowned. He couldn’t think of Lana without thinking of the lies he’d uncovered, lies that she’d tried to explain away with excuses that just didn’t cut it. But she was his girlfriend. He wouldn’t turn on her at the first sign of trouble.
Snuggling up to him, Clark realized Lana was completely naked. He began, against his will, to think about what had happened with Chloe a few hours before. Despite the shower he’d taken, he thought he could still smell her, but knew that must be his imagination.
The memory of the heat, the sweat that had covered his body, and the sweet feeling of normalcy that he could only describe as weakness that had flooded him, all came together to make Clark hard again. In the early dawn light, he saw his erection push the quilt up, and Lana saw it too. She shoved the covers down, and he could hear her heart beating hard in her chest.
“Oh, Clark ,” she said in a choked voice. He’d been very careful not to get into this sort of state around her, out of fear that while trying to have sex with her, he’d hurt her. Now he knew he could have sex and she’d be safe…but did he want to? He was still reeling from his experience with Chloe. For the first time, Clark didn’t understand how someone could maintain and affair against their significant other. To go from one bed, where one could know true passion, and desire, love, and fulfillment, to home, where those things were lacking enough to drive you to someone else to begin with.
Not that Lana had really driven Clark to Chloe. He’d gotten himself into this situation, calling himself helping Chloe get over him, and in the process he’d made a wonderful discovery—he’d loved Chloe for years, and it was okay to be with her, that it was better to be with the person who knew you best, and loved you most, in this cold, hard world. Now he’d have to try to switch off all of his newly discovered feelings about Chloe and concentrate on his feelings for Lana, which were drastically different, and nowhere near what they should be for a boyfriend making love with his girlfriend.
He could hear Lana’s breath speed up, and her heart rate quicken a little more. She tugged his boxers off, and he squeezed his eyes shut.
I can do this. Chloe showed me I could. No, forget Chloe. Don’t think about Chloe. I’ll just think about Lana, and I’ll be fine…
Lana had his legs spread enough for her to nestle between them. She had taken his cock in both hands and began to stroke him, her hazel eyes burning with need. She smiled, and Clark found himself easily taken by her beauty. He was beginning to relax when Chloe’s words came back to haunt him.
Do you think it’s possible to want someone simply because you can’t have them?
Yes, he’d said.
“This is what we need, Clark ,” Lana said, her voice was weak, raspy with animal lust as she stroked him. Her eyes took on a feral gleam in the early morning light. “We need to ease some tension. We need to fuck. I want to please you, so much. You know that, don’t you?”
“I know,” he said, his voice strong. In fact, he felt strong, and wondered when he’d get that weak feeling so that he knew it would be safe to move on Lana.
He studied Lana as her warm hands worked him. Her breasts weren’t as large as Chloe’s, she wasn’t as curvy as Chloe, and her ass definitely wasn’t as round, and full, and soft.
Stop comparing them. Get Chloe out of your fucking mind!
Lana flicked her tongue over the head of his dick, tasting the pre-come that trickled out of the head. She moaned, her eyes closed, as she worked him, tasted him. He could feel her excitement and picked up some of it for his own. It was easy, as long as he concentrated on what was happening now, and not what had happened at any other time.
She began kissing her way up his stomach, until she reached his lips. Then another horrible thought occurred to him. How many times had Lex lay back in bed, feeling Lana do these same things? He squelched that right away. If he started thinking about Lex, he’d just get angry.
After awhile, Lana looked up at him. “Are you here with me, Clark?”
“Oh!” he said, feeling stupid, realizing she expected him to reciprocate. “Sorry…it’s been a long night…”
He turned her over and slid a hand between her legs. His mood was slipping, and he was afraid he’d lose his erection. How would Lana react then? Closing his eyes, he remembered Chloe sliding over his cock earlier for first time, taking his head into her wet heat, and his breath quickened. The more he relived his night with Chloe, the harder he got, the faster his breath came.
“Easy, Clark , easy. You’re not digging for gold.”
He looked down in embarrassment, feeling awkward and clumsy, like a thirteen-year-old virgin. Lana had tensed and was holding his wrist, trying to push his fingers out.
“Sorry,” he said, feeling a little embarrassed.
“It’s okay. We can do this,” she said.
Maybe I can get her off without fucking her, he thought. But Lana was pulling him on top of her, and guiding him to her slick entrance.
Where’s the weakness? I should be weak now.
“What’s wrong?” She didn’t quite manage to hide the annoyance in her voice.
“Nothing, I just…”
“It’s okay. I’m ready for you.”
“Okay.”
Still feeling awkward, Clark pushed. She had an encouraging smile on her face, so he slid all the way in.
“You feel so good, Clark .”
He eased out, very carefully, almost saying a prayer that he’d feel the weakness he’d felt with Chloe, but he felt as strong as always. His body was urging him to thrust, but he held back. Something was off. He felt perfectly normal.
“Come on, baby. Fuck me,” Lana urged.
He began to move, allowing his body to do what came naturally, as it had with Chloe. He started to thrust into her, fast, and Lana tensed, crying out.
“Clark , wait…”
But he couldn’t quite control his body’s urges, and it did what it wanted, while his mind willed him to do something else.
“Clark , please, you’re hurting me!”
He saw tears in Lana’s eyes and that snapped him out of it. Guilt overcame raw lust, and he pulled out of her. To his horror, saw blood on his cock.
“Lana! Let me take you to a hospital!”
“No, just…I’m okay.”
“You’re not okay, you’re bleeding.”
“I’ll be fine. Let me up.”
“I’m sorry.”
Tears still pouring from her eyes, Lana got up and made her way from the room. She moved weirdly, as though she’d spent too long in a saddle once she was out of practice. Following her to the bathroom, Clark waited outside while she went in. After awhile, he heard her sniffs subside, and he felt as though he could die. His worst fear had come true. He’d hurt Lana during sex.
Later that day, Clark watched Lana putting rice into a dish, her profile to him. He wanted to apologize again, but she said if he kept saying sorry she’d punch him with a chunk of Kryptonite in her hand.
He’d spent the day turning what had happened that morning over in his mind. How is it he could fuck Chloe but not Lana? Was it because of Chloe’s Kryptopower? She felt sympathy for him, so she weakened him while he was in her arms? The answer made sense to him, but it felt wrong.
It wasn’t the first time he’d felt weak with Chloe. He’d felt that way before she’d displayed any evidence of being a meteor freak. He’d always felt calm and centered with her, even without touching her, so he’d given it no thought before now. Perhaps he and Chloe were meant to be. Or maybe she was unknowingly using her power on him, and she was the only human woman he could ever fuck?
Would he want her then, just for the sex? Or did he want her for her, because she was his best friend, because they shared a bond that he couldn’t imagine ever being broken, by anything but death?
What if it worked, though, and she’s over me?
There weren’t a lot of things that scared Clark , but the idea that Chloe wouldn’t want him, just as he’d realized she was right for him, did. It also scared him that he was considering cheating on his girlfriend again, if Chloe would have him.
“You’re a million miles away, Clark .”
Lana was smiling at him.
“Do you feel better?”
“I’m a little torn, and sore, but nothing too bad. I’ll be fine by tomorrow.”
“You know what this means, don’t you?”
Lana turned back to the stove and concentrated on taking the chicken out of the oven.
“We can’t avoid this, Lana.”
“We can’t have sex,” she said. “But sex isn’t everything in a relationship.”
“It’s an awfully big part of it,” Clark said. “What kind of life can we have if we can’t touch each other?”
Am I trying to talk her into breaking up with me?
“We’ll find a way to work something out.”
She was pulling corn cobs out of the water and onto a plate when she turned to him, her face alight with excitement.
“Kryptonite.”
“What about it?”
“We could put a chunk of it in the room, under some scarves. A really small piece, and there could be just enough exposure to weaken you.”
He put on a smile. “That might work.”
“We’ll try it sometime. Not tonight,” she added quickly, buttering the corn nervously. “Come on. Let’s have dinner.”
Three Days Later
It hadn’t worked.
It really hadn’t worked.
Chloe wasn’t over Clark at all. She loved him even more, actually, and now she felt even worse, because she hadn’t seen or heard from him in three days. She missed him, and wondered if her stupid idea of having sex with Clark to get over him hadn’t ruined their friendship. She was sure the next time they saw one another he’d tell her that they’d made a humongous mistake, and that he thought it would be a good idea if they put some space between them. That space would become a chasm that would destroy their friendship. She felt even more depressed as she contemplated losing Clark forever just because she’d wanted to fuck him.
Chloe sat at her desk at the Daily Planet, listening to Life House pour quietly out of her computer speakers just barely loud enough for her to hear, so as not to disturb anyone else. Lois sat across from her, tapping away at her keyboard, pencil clamped between her teeth. She was still peeved that Chloe had gotten a second byline over her, when two of her own stories had been rejected for lack of viable proof. Chloe was a couple of steps ahead of her toward the steps leading out of the basement.
“Okay,” Lois said, taking the pencil from her mouth and looking at Chloe. “What gives? And don’t tell me you don’t know what I mean.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You’ve been staring at my boobs for ten minutes. Considering we’re blood related, and I know you’re straight, I know it’s not sexual, so what’s going on?”
“Nothing I can talk about.”
Lois looked understanding. “Jimmy, huh?”
“No.”
“That’s what I thought. You two still haven’t made up?”
“Are you listening to anything I say, Lois?”
“Of course I am, that’s why I know what’s really going on. My ChloeTranslator is very fine tuned.”
Chloe decided to give up. Her cousin knew her too well, so pretending nothing was wrong was pointless.
“Jimmy and I tried to work things out, but only had another fight.”
“Because…?” Lois said, and put the pencil back into her mouth. Now that she had Chloe talking, she could go back to typing.
“I called out another man’s name during sex.”
The pencil fell from Lois’s lips. “You said Clark ’s name during sex?”
“Not Clark, Oliver.”
Lois’s face pinched up in a really weird looking way, as though suction at the back of her head had drawn her face in. “Really? Huh. How strange. Oliver. Wow. Weird.”
“I’m kidding, Lois, so calm down. It was Clark .”
“Of course!” Lois said, laughing nervously.
“I just didn’t like you knowing without me telling you.”
“Well, who else would it be if not for Clark ? Except maybe Oliver.”
“It wasn’t Oliver!” Chloe said, regretting her joke, though she had pretended Jimmy was Oliver more than once. Fortunately she’d never called out Oliver Queen’s name during sex.
“Have you talked to him today?”
“No, and I’m not going to, either.”
Chloe switched off her computer and grabbed her purse. “It’s five o’clock. I’m heading home early today.”
“Want me to come with? We could rent a movie, or gorge on chocolate ice cream and brownies.”
“Nah, I don’t need comfort food. I’m just gonna slide into the tub and—”
Thoughts of Clark kissing her fiercely in her bathtub a few nights before, his erection rubbing suggestively against her clit, made her shiver. “Um…I’ll just go home and sleep or something, I don’t know. I still have some pictures to hang. I’ll see you Monday morning, okay?”
“Right-O, cuz. If you need me, I’m only a phone call away.”
“I know,” Chloe said, kissing Lois on the cheek. “You’re as good as a sister to me. I love you for it.”
“I love you too. Have a good weekend.”
Chloe stepped out of the elevator to the parking garage and approached her car. She was sure the truck across from hers belonged to Clark , but she couldn’t remember his license plate number off the top of her head, and brushed it aside.
She was just about to open the door to her car, when a strong arm wrapped around her waist, and another hand wrapped around her mouth. She started to struggle until she saw Clark ’s smiling face reflected in her window.
“What are you doing?” she asked, when his hand moved. He turned her to face him, and she noticed his hands firmly on her waist. He only grinned at her. She felt a tug and a slight wave of dizziness, and in the blink of an eye Chloe was on her back, in the back seat of Clark ’s truck.
“I’ve been waiting for you to get off work,” he said breathlessly. His hands had pulled her skirt up, and he’d worked her right leg up over the back seat, while her left foot took purchase on the passenger seat.
“Clark , where’ve you been?”
“Trying to think. Giving you time to think.”
“Oh. I thought maybe you—”
He cut her off by shoving his tongue into her mouth. Somehow his coat had managed to find its way bundled under her head for cushion. He was all over her, stealing her breath with a passionate kiss, and grinding hard into her.
“Chloe, I need you,” he said. She heard him unzip his pants, and her panties ripped a second later. His fingers slid into her wet folds, while his other hand slid under her bottom.
“I’m yours, Clark,” she said. The windows of the truck were already steamed up. It was hot in there, just in the few seconds since he’d gotten on top of her.
“You make me feel weak,” he said, rubbing her clit with his thumb while his fingers slid in and out of her.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, I like it. You make me feel like a man. Like a normal man.”
He pulled his fingers out, positioned himself at her entrance, and thrust hard into her. Chloe cried out, lifting her hips for more.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked anxiously.
“No, keep going.”
She met each of his desperate thrusts, until they were both grunting from the effort of fucking one another as hard as they could. This time they weren’t making love, they were just fucking like mindless animals. Neither gave themselves over to thought, only to their interlocked bodies.
She loved him.
“I’m not over you.”
“I hope you never are,” Clark said, looking her in the eye as he said it. “It took me too long to see it, but I love you, Chloe.”
“I love you too. Come home with me. Stay with me.”
He nodded, sliding out of her, and helping her sit up. He pulled her into arms, but instead of getting into the driver’s seat, he reclined into the cushioned seat. It was cramped for his long legs, but she felt safe, and happy, in his arms.
“I can’t drive right now,” he said, and chuckled.
Their bodies both tired and sated, Chloe and Clark drifted off to sleep.
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