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Lana could tell instantly that something wasn’t quite right, no matter how Clark tried to hide it. And since his last act had been to ‘x-ray’ her baby, she wanted to know, right now, what it was.
Anxious, as only a first-time expectant mother could be, Lana asked, “What is it, Clark?”
Clark kept his eyes lowered as he tried to regain some composure. But when his gaze returned to Lana’s face, she could see he was upset. Again, figuring it must be about her baby, Lana demanded to know what was going on.
Humph, Clark thought. I can tell one good thing that's come from Lana’s close association with Lex, she knows what she wants and has absolutely no hesitation in asking for it.
“It’s a good thing you’re already sitting down, Lana, because what I have to say will hurt you in ways that I, as a man, can’t possibly imagine.”
“Is it about my baby? About our baby?” Lana was clutching her abdomen now, fearful of what Clark had seen. He’s not a doctor, Lana thought. It must be bad if even he can tell something is wrong. “Please tell me.”
In the end, the only thing that was able to push Clark forward was the agony of uncertainty he saw on Lana’s face. He thought that for her, it was possible that the pain of all the possibilities she was dreading could be worse than facing the pain of the one truth, so he spoke.
“It is about our baby. Lana, I don’t know how to say this, but…”
Lana unconsciously leaned forward as she asked, “But what?”
“But…you’re not pregnant.”
“No…no…you must be mistaken, Clark. The obstetrician said everything was fine. He said my pregnancy is perfectly normal.”
“Is this doctor your doctor, or is he one of Lex’s?”
“I, uh, my obstetrician died during the Black Thursday riots. When I moved here to live in Lex’s mansion, his personal doctor recommended one. That’s who I go to now.”
“I’m telling you, Lana, you aren’t pregnant. If that doctor says you are, then he is lying and being paid or threatened by Lex.”
“But, Clark, I haven’t had my period since the first time Lex and I were together.”
“I don’t know what drug or drugs Lex is giving you, Lana, but you must be getting something to suppress your, uh, time of the month.” Clark place his left hand over his heart and held up his right hand in a rough approximation of a Boy Scout salute. “As sure as I’m standing here, Lana, you are not pregnant. Please, for your own sake, believe me.”
With all that had gone on in the last year with Clark and Lex, her one unalloyed joy had been the knowledge that she was about to be a mom. At first, the baby had been an unexpected intrusion into her life, but once she had gotten used to the idea, she had been looking forward to having a child of her own. She desperately didn’t want to believe Clark. In the back of her mind was even a small, irrational thought, quickly crushed, that Clark was just jealous of Lex. But it was looking at Clark that decided things for her.
Lana could see the veil of pain that descended over Clark’s face during her struggle to believe what he had said. It was then that she knew. There was no baby and never had been. She felt…bereft, like something incalculably precious had been torn away from her. Like Clark earlier, she was despondent, despairing, and desolate. She began to cry then, in response to a kind of pain she hadn’t felt since the death of her parents.
Clark immediately scooped Lana off of the couch and cradled her in his arms. He didn’t know what to say to a woman who had, for all intents and purposes, just lost her first child, so he said nothing. But there was nothing he could say. His warmth and support was exactly what she needed.
Once Lana cried herself out, revulsion took the place of her other feelings. Revulsion and rage. I can’t believe I ever loved that…that…thing, Lana thought. And I let him touch me intimately, all over…even inside me. I feel so unclean now. It’s a wonder Clark even wants to touch me. But not only is he touching me, he’s holding me in the most loving, gentle embrace.
Lana looked up at Clark for the first time since he picked her up, and asked hopefully, “Kiss me, Clark?”
Clark lifted Lana higher to bring her luscious lips within range of his and then kissed her. But while the kiss was warm and affectionate, Clark had completely missed out on Lana’s intent.
“I’m not your sister, Clark…kiss me like you mean it.”
“Huh?”
Lana was getting slightly exasperated. “Take everything you’ve ever felt about me and compress it into just one kiss. Make my toes curl, my skin tingle, and my lips go numb. Make it a kiss that I’ll leave only for the barest necessity of breathing.”
“Oh,” Clark replied. “Kiss you!” He shot her an impudent grin. “As you wish.” Bending to his task with relish, Clark did just as Lana asked. In the back of his mind, he could hear Peter Falk’s narration from The Princess Bride,
‘Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.’
Clark poured all of the passion he had ever felt for Lana into that one kiss, and she responded in kind. With lips dancing and tongues probing, the kiss was all Lana had hoped for and more…far more. It felt to her as if each touch of Clark’s mouth washed away a bit of the filth that she felt had collected on her soul during her time with Lex.
Lana suddenly wanted to be clean everywhere, and industriously began to take off Clark’s clothes. He might have super-speed but his hands were busy holding Lana aloft. In any case, he wouldn’t have been a match for Lana’s hands, which felt to him like they were everywhere at once. In a blink, Clark’s blue shirt was held on only by his forearms, and Lana’s hands were roaming all over his chest as they continued to kiss.
When Clark finally let her down, it seemed like it was only a matter of moments before they were a tangle of bare arms and legs. Only once did Clark’s concerns about his strength come to the surface. He raised up off of Lana and said, “I don’t know if we should, I might hurt you with my strength.”
Lana’s reply had been to grab him behind the neck. As she pulled him back down to her, she said, “Shut up and kiss me. Don’t think, Clark, just be.”
And so they joined together for the first time in more than a year. Lana was wanting to forget Lex’s touch at the same time that Clark was trying to give her something new to remember, and they both succeeded.
Afterwards, they were laying together on the couch, with Clark on the bottom and Lana on top. Being between the heat source that was Clark Kent and a thick blanket, one that Clark had super-sped out of his mom’s upstairs linen closet, Lana felt surprisingly warm and comfortable.
It’s almost midnight, in the middle of January in Kansas, and I’m naked in a drafty barn, and I feel just fine. How weird is that? Lana thought. Not any weirder than being in love with an alien.
At the same time, Clark had a wicked thought go through his mind. He had recently watched a rerun of the movie Eurotrip on cable television. The fact that Lana was technically cheating on Lex right now, along with the fact that he thought she bore a startling resemblance to a character from that movie named Fiona, made a little ditty run through his head while he stroked Lana’s hair.
“Baldy Doesn’t Know” sung to the tune of “Scotty Doesn’t Know” from Eurotrip
Baldy doesn’t know
That Lana and me
Did it in my loft
At midnight.
She told him she’s in town
But she didn’t go
Baldy doesn’t know!
Clark couldn’t stop humming it and soon, Lana noticed. When she asked him what he was humming, Clark confessed and Lana nearly died laughing. Soon, they were both singing the song at the top of their lungs. When they finally settled down, Lana said, “Lex might think I’m cheating on him, but I don’t. In my mind, I’ve already left Lex behind.”
“That’s so good to hear you say,” Clark said. “Though I did kinda like the idea that we were pulling a fast one on Lex.”
“Well, Clark, I’ll be your Fiona any day.”
Wiggling his eyebrows at her suggestively, Clark replied, “Does that include a red-and-black plaid schoolgirl miniskirt and a black bra under a white tank top?”
Lana slid her body up Clark’s until her face was immediately over his. “Don’t count on it,” she said as she kissed him quickly on the lips. “Though I might dress up like that just for you, in private, but only if you’re a very good boy.”
Clana in the loft; Baldy doesn't know; I think Clark would love to make sure Lex knows.
When you started about the Eurotrip comment... I was trying hard not to laugh out loud...
lol. Now I wonder what Baldy will do when he finds out....
eurotrip comment was jus too funny
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