Chloe grinned triumphantly at Clark’s extremely familiar, innocent embarrassment. It was so easy to make him blush, damnit. Especially when they were talking about anything to do with sex. His head had looked dangerously close to exploding that time he and she had discussed his lack of enthusiasm for sex where Lana was concerned. It had been very funny…even if the awkward tension factor in the room had been 8 and a half.
Her eyes met his and she raised an eyebrow, watching his expression change from adorable farmboy-awkward to confused, only just masked by his dorky glasses. He was just stood there, looking into her face, frowning as if considering something. But what did he have to think so hard about? He’d just been having a normal reaction to the closeness of a warm body right? What was so difficult to understand about that?
But her thoughts were brought to a sharp end as Clark’s lips met hers, sweeping her up into a deep, soaring with passion kiss. She responded automatically, one hand reaching up and removing his glasses; they hurt her nose, the other cupping his cheek as she deepened the kiss a little, shocked to the core about what was happening. But who was she to complain?
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