Clark smiled as he looked into the vivacious, dark green eyes
of the girl before him, straddling his lap. A grin had seemed to
be permanently plastered to his face ever since she had agreed to
go out with him, and let’s just say her attentions definitely
had him smiling now.
Let’s face it, Kent had gotten lucky, again. If everything
had gone according to plan Chloe would have been long gone from
his life already. But fortunately for him, life didn’t always do
that. He bit his lip guiltily. He always felt bad for being glad
that Chloe had had to stay in Smallville and go to the community
college like he had. It wasn’t fair for him to be glad about it.
About Gabe’s illness. Chloe had known from the moment that he
had started to get bad that she wouldn’t be able to go to Met U,
and it had crushed her. It had defeated her. Almost.
For one whole summer, Clark barely saw or heard from her at
all. She had holed herself up in her house, grieving all those
opportunities missed. Then, all of a sudden. When Clark’s first
day of college had started he’d spotted her. Chloe Sullivan in
all her former glory - there was not a hint of what tragedy had
befallen her. In a way, both their fates were the same, so he
could understand a part of what she had felt. He knew how it
slowly ate at you from inside. He had had to stay in Smallville
for college because of his parents. They needed him on the farm.
They all knew that he would have to leave some day, but Clark wasn’t
ready to leave them yet. He wasn’t ready for his destiny.
That was another thing that he and Chloe had in common. They
were both scared. Scared of their own futures. They were walking
parallel paths in life, but somehow Chloe’s seemed so much
nobler. The only way she would ever get out of Smallville would be
at the untimely death of her father, and by then, she probably
would have dug herself into so much of a rut here in Smallville,
she would probably never get out. Clark wasn’t sure whether the
burning passion, enthusiasm and delight that she had in life would
be extinguished before then by a life of small town hardship. He
hoped not, because at that point, the Chloe he knew would be dead.
His parents had coped, that was evident. But they had each other.
Once he had left, and he had to at some point, Chloe would be
He had hoped that Lana would stay, so that Chloe would have
some company during her adult years. But there was little chance
of that happening. Lana had finally managed to cut her ties to her
dead parents and this town and had gone off to Metropolis U with
Pete, who was studying Law, and Lana to study Fashion design. Of
all the people in Smallville, Clark would have thought that Lana
would have stuck by the Sullivan’s. She was family now, surely
she owed Gabe. But apparently she didn’t think so. She was a
different Lana now; she was determined and ambitious. Nothing was
going to stop her from getting what she wanted. Not since she had
lost Clark’s heart. She rarely returned to Smallville anymore,
and if she did it was to put flowers on her parent’s graves. The
Sullivan household was not on her list of places to visit. Maybe
that was because she knew how bad she would feel if she saw Mr.
Sullivan. Or maybe she wasn’t strong enough to see him so ill.
She hadn’t been one time when he was ill. He couldn’t help but
feel sorry for Lana. She had been built up by so many people,
although - he admitted he’d contributed to that a heck of a lot
over the years - that it was a bit of a disappointment that you
found there was a scared little girl under the fairy princess
He and Chloe had soon found themselves in the same classes at
Smallville Community College, he had chosen to do the Journalism
and English courses, and so had Chloe. So after the start of term,
Chloe was on the staff of the Smallville Ledger. He should have
known Chloe couldn’t survive very long without being involved in
some kind of newspaper or publication. The Ledger had a new editor
that had seen her ‘quirky and unique’ work in the Smallville
Torch and jumped at the chance to hire her. All these crossing of
paths had meant that Chloe and Clark had renewed their bonds of
friendship and re-realized why they had been friends in the first
place. Before Clark had known it, he had discovered that he was in
love. He had just hoped that the wonderful girl he saw before him
would return those feelings. He had felt that in comparison to
her, he had very little to offer her, except his Super-strength,
or the knowledge of his powers. And this was before she had opened
up to him about her father. She had simply refused to hang out
with him socially. But little by little, he gained her trust and
she started to open up to him. She told him why she couldn’t
hang out with him, about her fears over her father, about how
hopeless she’d felt about her future. Tears still glistened in
his eyes at the thought of it. That was when he’d finally opened
up to her. It hadn’t seemed like he was burdening her with this
when he told her, unlike when Lana and Pete had found out his
secret. With her it seemed like relief to find out. Reassurance to
her that she hadn’t been going crazy, and it had delighted her
that he had finally felt able to entrust her with his secret after
waiting for him to admit it to her for so long.
And this was before she had opened up to him about her father.
She had simply refused to hang out with him socially. But little
by little, he gained her trust and she started to open up to him.
She told him why she could hang out with him, about her fears over
her father, about how hopeless she’d felt about her future.
Tears still glistened in his eyes at the thought of it.
“Clark, what’s wrong?” Chloe asked with concern, jogging
him back to reality.
He looked at her sadly. He was trying to keep that bright light
burning, but he couldn’t help thinking that his leaving might be
what extinguished it, and that broke his heart as much as it was
going to break Chloe’s. Why was he putting them both through all
She kissed his neck and shoulder. “C’mon Clark, you know I
can always tell when something’s bothering you,” she told him.
After all she was going though, she was concerned for him.
“I... I was just thinking about us,” he said, huskily. His
hands traced the outline of her slim figure. This just wasn’t
fair to her. To either of them. But now, with Chloe trying to
initiate foreplay with him? It was hardly the appropriate time.
She looked at him confused. “What do you mean... A-are we not
“No!” he reassured her. “I- I just... Well, now isn’t
really the right time for it,” he admitted. He kissed her lips
softly, trying and quell her fears. Perhaps his movements were a
little too quick, he thought to himself. But like he had rightly
said, now wasn’t the time or the place. As he undid her bra and
kissed along her collarbone and across her beautiful breasts, he
emptied his minds of all his doubts. He was living for the moment
and right now, this moment belonged to Chloe and making her happy.
He marveled at the way the moonlight fell across her body, from
the window, as he lay her down on the bed. It highlighted all her
curves and made her look more fragile than she really was. She was
vulnerable when she was with him. No barriers. No defense. Just
“I love you, Chloe,” he murmured, as he kissed her stomach.
To which she smiled, her eyes dancing as she giggled and replied
that she loved him, too.
She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as his lips brushed
over the front of her thong. He traced over her covered clit with
his tongue. It glided with ease over the smooth silk as she rose
up to him, moaning softly. He was utterly devoted to her. All
Clark wanted was her happiness. To him, was the most rewarding
thing in the world.
Soon the thong was gone, as his tongue worked his way inside
her. Chloe’s moans and breathless screams echoed in his ears and
he smiled and continued, working even faster. Super-speed
certainly had its advantages... She cried out, begging him to
stop, and threatening to kill him if he did, almost within the
same breath, as she reached the verge of orgasm.
“Clark!” she called, breathlessly, just moments before her
orgasm ripped through her body and she let out a scream. “Mmm,
God I love you,” she told him, blissfully. She pulled him close
and he slid inside her with a deep moan. This all felt so good and
so right. Neither of them ever wanted it to end. But with a
strangled cry that died on his lip, they were over. Their heads
were planted next to each other on the pillows and Chloe found her
way into Clark’s arms.
“Chloe,” Clark began. “I want you to know that I’ll
always love you. But- I can’t stay here forever, I- I’ll have
to leave, at some point...”
“I know, Clark.”
“I don’t want to hurt you when I do,” he continued.
“But you have to go, Clark. We both know that. You need to
share your gift with the world. But we have right now. No one can
take that away from us. I know that I can be happy for the rest of
my life because I’ve known you and you’ve reached out and
connected to me in a way no one else can. I will always treasure
our time together. Just because I can’t live my life the way I
always dreamed, doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t. I’m not
going to hold you back, Clark. When the time comes, I’ll let you
fly away.” She pressed a finger against his lips to silence him.
“No regrets, okay?”
He nodded and knew from then on that they were living for the