Since there seems to be a couple of Clana readers around these days (Hi Nick!), I thought you might like the tiny fic I wrote for Valentine's Day.♥ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Clark and Lana are young and in love and their first Valentine's Day is approaching ....
Clana Valentine Standalone - The Beginning
"Chloe, Chloe! Wait up," called a harassed Clark Kent.
"Can't it wait, Kent? I've got to interview the next witness," said the breezy blonde reporter over her shoulder as she hurried by. She and Clark had gone to High School together, survived the relationship jungle and remained fast friends.
"It'll only take a minute ... I promise. I'm desperate," he pleaded.
Clark had been in court all morning trying to establish the innocence of his young client. Trouble was, the alibi that could have been used to throw the case out of court was the young man's pretty, blue eyed girlfriend. And he didn't want to compromise her reputation. Or be hung, drawn and quartered by her uptight parents. Clark could sympathise and was trying to get around the problem.
But Clark Kent knew he'd be in real trouble if he couldn't get out of the building for a few minutes during the day to get his beautiful wife, Lana, a Valentine's Day present. He'd met her here - at the County Court. He was a Public Defender and always seemed to wind up with the hopeless cases. He did the best he could for them and was renowned for his sense of justice. If he knew his client was innocent, he'd fight with all he had to see them acquitted.
Lana was the Court artist, spare pencil tucked behind her delicate ear and shining dark hair tied up in a neat work-day ponytail. On her first day he couldn't take his eyes off her, even though he made a lukewarm effort to do so. Somewhere between her losing her notepad on the floor and having to bend down to retrieve it and sucking the end of the pencil into her perfectly shaped lips, he fell head over heels in love with her and they hadn't even exchanged one word.
Slowly, shyly he'd gotten to know her. It had taken a lot of courage to ask her on that first date ... which had been a little sneaky on his part since he'd actually asked her to sketch a portrait of his dog - a sweet little tan and white spaniel.
The drawing had come out very well, and so had dinner ... and a movie ... and a picnic the next day. He decided he wanted her to wear her hair tied back everyday because if anyone saw how stunning she was with it sweeping across her shoulder and down her back, he'd have so much competition that he wouldn't stand a chance.
But he was wrong. Lana had spent much of her first day watching him walk up and down in front of the Judge in his well-fitting navy pants to make his opening statement - with his crisp, white shirt undone at the top and his strong hands gesturing with emotion, that she'd let her notepad slip out of her hand and forgotten what she was there for in the first place.
When Clark asked her back to his tiny apartment she was a little surprised ... had she been wrong about him and he was a sleaze after all? Finding out about Jessie, his little dog, just cemented the special feeling she got from Clark from the beginning. Both he and the dog were undeniably wonderful. And the more she got to know him, the deeper in love she fell.
It came as no surprise to the rest of the Court House staff to discover their romance, although both Clark and Lana were unaware they were so obvious. Perhaps love, as well as Justice really is blind.
Clark had dragged himself out of bed this morning for an early meeting. It was torture to leave Lana, all warm and fragrant from last night's shower. She was coming in a bit later after running an errand or two.
One more kiss, then three and a seriously heart-racing game of Naked Pillow Fight, and he knew he was going to be late. No early morning shopping for flowers or chocolate. Besides, that was too mundane. Lana needed something extra special. Just like her.
They'd been married just under a year now, and he'd learned that remembering dates was very important. It earned him certain affectionate privileges which would make him break out into a sweat if he thought about too much. Lana, he'd been delighted to discover was a wild cat in the bedroom, but only for him. She was also sweet, reserved and just a little bit stubborn. And that's the exterior she presented to the rest of the world.
There were many of these "anniversaries" to celebrate.
Their first kiss in the file room.
The first time she'd cooked him dinner.
The day he proposed. He'd had to take the next day off to recover.
The first night they spent in their almost furnitureless new apartment on a camping mattress on the floor. After the third time they'd made love, Clark had been obliged to blow the thing up again - all the movement had dislodged the bung and the air had escaped. Good thing it was the weekend and he didn't have to wipe the smile off his face until Monday.
And of course, their first Christmas together back in his small hometown, cuddled up together like sardines in his old room in his single bed - Clark's mom didn't take long to love her new daughter-in-law almost as much as Clark did. Lana had been serene during Martha Kent's comments on how they mustn't have got a wink of sleep on that lumpy old mattress. But Clark had turned bright red. He was convinced his Mom had known exactly what was keeping them awake half the night. Jessie barked in agreement. Martha Kent was minding him until they got a ground floor place which would accept pets. He knew when his master was in trouble.
But this would be their first Valentine's Day. The day for celebrating love and lovers and he wanted it to be memorable. But he didn't have a single idea about what to get.
Which is why he bailed up his busy friend in the corridor just before lunch.
Chloe came to a sudden stop and wheeled around.
"What is it this time? Need cash for the a bribe? Forget your notes?"
"No, no," whispered Clark, pulling her aside by the elbow. "I need a woman. Right now. And you'll have to do."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of Part 1
I'm not holding my breath, but a reply would be great. Otherwise, I'll post more soon. ♥
Clark and Lana are young and in love and their first Valentine's Day is approaching ....
Clana Valentine Standalone - The Beginning
"Chloe, Chloe! Wait up," called a harassed Clark Kent.
"Can't it wait, Kent? I've got to interview the next witness," said the breezy blonde reporter over her shoulder as she hurried by. She and Clark had gone to High School together, survived the relationship jungle and remained fast friends.
"It'll only take a minute ... I promise. I'm desperate," he pleaded.
Clark had been in court all morning trying to establish the innocence of his young client. Trouble was, the alibi that could have been used to throw the case out of court was the young man's pretty, blue eyed girlfriend. And he didn't want to compromise her reputation. Or be hung, drawn and quartered by her uptight parents. Clark could sympathise and was trying to get around the problem.
But Clark Kent knew he'd be in real trouble if he couldn't get out of the building for a few minutes during the day to get his beautiful wife, Lana, a Valentine's Day present. He'd met her here - at the County Court. He was a Public Defender and always seemed to wind up with the hopeless cases. He did the best he could for them and was renowned for his sense of justice. If he knew his client was innocent, he'd fight with all he had to see them acquitted.
Lana was the Court artist, spare pencil tucked behind her delicate ear and shining dark hair tied up in a neat work-day ponytail. On her first day he couldn't take his eyes off her, even though he made a lukewarm effort to do so. Somewhere between her losing her notepad on the floor and having to bend down to retrieve it and sucking the end of the pencil into her perfectly shaped lips, he fell head over heels in love with her and they hadn't even exchanged one word.
Slowly, shyly he'd gotten to know her. It had taken a lot of courage to ask her on that first date ... which had been a little sneaky on his part since he'd actually asked her to sketch a portrait of his dog - a sweet little tan and white spaniel.
The drawing had come out very well, and so had dinner ... and a movie ... and a picnic the next day. He decided he wanted her to wear her hair tied back everyday because if anyone saw how stunning she was with it sweeping across her shoulder and down her back, he'd have so much competition that he wouldn't stand a chance.
But he was wrong. Lana had spent much of her first day watching him walk up and down in front of the Judge in his well-fitting navy pants to make his opening statement - with his crisp, white shirt undone at the top and his strong hands gesturing with emotion, that she'd let her notepad slip out of her hand and forgotten what she was there for in the first place.
When Clark asked her back to his tiny apartment she was a little surprised ... had she been wrong about him and he was a sleaze after all? Finding out about Jessie, his little dog, just cemented the special feeling she got from Clark from the beginning. Both he and the dog were undeniably wonderful. And the more she got to know him, the deeper in love she fell.
It came as no surprise to the rest of the Court House staff to discover their romance, although both Clark and Lana were unaware they were so obvious. Perhaps love, as well as Justice really is blind.
Clark had dragged himself out of bed this morning for an early meeting. It was torture to leave Lana, all warm and fragrant from last night's shower. She was coming in a bit later after running an errand or two.
One more kiss, then three and a seriously heart-racing game of Naked Pillow Fight, and he knew he was going to be late. No early morning shopping for flowers or chocolate. Besides, that was too mundane. Lana needed something extra special. Just like her.
They'd been married just under a year now, and he'd learned that remembering dates was very important. It earned him certain affectionate privileges which would make him break out into a sweat if he thought about too much. Lana, he'd been delighted to discover was a wild cat in the bedroom, but only for him. She was also sweet, reserved and just a little bit stubborn. And that's the exterior she presented to the rest of the world.
There were many of these "anniversaries" to celebrate.
Their first kiss in the file room.
The first time she'd cooked him dinner.
The day he proposed. He'd had to take the next day off to recover.
The first night they spent in their almost furnitureless new apartment on a camping mattress on the floor. After the third time they'd made love, Clark had been obliged to blow the thing up again - all the movement had dislodged the bung and the air had escaped. Good thing it was the weekend and he didn't have to wipe the smile off his face until Monday.
And of course, their first Christmas together back in his small hometown, cuddled up together like sardines in his old room in his single bed - Clark's mom didn't take long to love her new daughter-in-law almost as much as Clark did. Lana had been serene during Martha Kent's comments on how they mustn't have got a wink of sleep on that lumpy old mattress. But Clark had turned bright red. He was convinced his Mom had known exactly what was keeping them awake half the night. Jessie barked in agreement. Martha Kent was minding him until they got a ground floor place which would accept pets. He knew when his master was in trouble.
But this would be their first Valentine's Day. The day for celebrating love and lovers and he wanted it to be memorable. But he didn't have a single idea about what to get.
Which is why he bailed up his busy friend in the corridor just before lunch.
Chloe came to a sudden stop and wheeled around.
"What is it this time? Need cash for the a bribe? Forget your notes?"
"No, no," whispered Clark, pulling her aside by the elbow. "I need a woman. Right now. And you'll have to do."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of Part 1
I'm not holding my breath, but a reply would be great. Otherwise, I'll post more soon. ♥
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