A Walk To Remember

Chloe beamed, her whole face alight and glowing as she looked up at Clark, his short but sweet kiss causing a small amount of colour to rise in her cheeks. It was times like this, when he was in a moment of almost childlike sweetness, right down to the hesitant, innocent almost way he took her hand. She was about to open her mouth to reply to his words, when she heard her cousin’s words. A wry smile twisted her mouth. If only Lois knew just how true those words were…

A short, bark of laughter escaped her as Oliver repeated Lois’ old nickname, grinning back, squeezing Clark’s hand gently, hinting that they should escape until Lois or Oliver –or both- dropped any embarrassingly dirty jokes or hints that they knew exactly what was going on. Because she had a suspicion they did. She smiled to herself as Clark returned her squeeze with a firm one of his own.

Her eyes met Clark’s as he stumbled over his words, looking at her for ideas. She was slightly startled to find that she couldn’t come up with any stunningly good excuses for leaving the party either. “Um.” She said, not very helpfully, rubbing the back of her neck with a free hand. The fact that their hands were in the other’s was pretty much a telltale sign, and she was about to say something, even in earshot of the other couple. But then Clark spoke before her, even as she drew in a breath to speak.

She was slightly relieved, even if Clark spouted pretty much the lamest excuse in the universe. But then again, Lois wasn’t really suspicious, she knew damn well what was going on, and the smirk on her face that also showed in her hazel eyes proved that. She shrugged and let herself be steered for the cherry room, which lead to the main hall, and the exit out into the starlit grounds.

“A walk to remember…” she projected over her shoulder, turning her head and winking in return to Lois, grinning broadly and waving to them both in a ‘buh-bye’ gesture, a waggle of the fingers. The pair disappeared into the Cherry room, where ‘Sexy Love’ by Ne-Yo played, couples dancing. But she didn’t feel like dancing anymore. At least…not that kind of dancing.

'She makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, with just one touch...'

A Walk

"What?" Clark muttered, shaking his head slightly. She'd shocked him back into reality. Clark's cheek flush red and he grinned sheepishly at Chloe. "Sorry Chlo..." Clark leaned down and pecked a quick kiss on her lips. He smiled a genuine Clark smile and took her hand. "Let's get away from all the billionares..." He echoed, leading her down the hallway towards the front door.

"And of course Lo--"

"Smallville? Chlo?" Lois' voice echoed down the hall. "Where are you two goin'? The night's just getting started!" The elder cousin tugged Oliver Queen down the hall behind her, grinning at Clark and Chloe.

"Yeah Smallville..." Oliver added, grinning at his old friends.

Clark rolled his eyes and gave Oliver yet another look of death. His hand tightened protectively in Chloe's and he pressed his glasses onto his face at the bridge. "Umm... no where... well.. somewhere... we have to..uhh...... " Clark looked over at Chloe helplessly.

He couldn't exactly tell them where or why they were leaving suddenly. But they needed to get out of there quickly. Clark was reconsidering asking for Chloe's help. She rarely held anything back, there was a good chance that she would tell them exactly where they were going.

"Walk... we're going for a walk..." Clark choked out quickly. He smiled at Lois and gave her an awkward pat on the back. "C'mon Chlo...." He whispered, turning Chloe towards the door.

Lois' left eyebrow went up and she snorted back a laugh. "A walk... right... " She mumbled to Ollie, giving Chloe a wink as Clark pulled her away; Lois knew better.

Clark The Exhibitionist

Chloe felt a sly grin tug at her mouth as Clark took on his customary innocently shocked look. One of her own eyebrows raised as he asked her what she meant. He knew damn well…she had been as obvious as she could without saying ‘Let’s go somewhere else and get naked’. And that just wouldn’t be classy. That would be too…Dawn Stiles-ish for her tastes. She bit her lip on a smile as he pulled her against him and asked the second, equally obvious question, her emerald eyes twinkling playfully in response to his tone.

Her eyes locked with his and she stood in silence for a moment, sliding her hands slowly up his arms to grip his shoulders, admiring the muscles beneath her palms, even through two layers of material. “Well I just don’t think it would be very…practical to pick it up from where we were here…” she said quietly in his ear, snickering slightly. She imagined Clark pushing her up against the wall and almost laughed out loud. Clark the exhibitionist? She didn’t think so.

She lifted her head to look at him, grinning still. “So what d’ya say farmboy? Wanna get outta here and escape all the billionaires?” she teased, tilting her head to the side, dark golden eyebrows raised. Something in his expression unnerved her. It was suddenly dark, almost angry looking. What was he thinking about? Surely he wasn’t listening for trouble on the streets at a time like this.

“…Clark?”

Sand In The Hour Glass

Clark's brow drift up curiously at her suggestion. After a long minute he grinned down at her and glanced around quickly. "Miss Sullivan... what are you suggesting?" Clark questioned, a hint of playfulness creeping into his voice. He smiled and slipped his arms around her waist gently, pulling her tiny form against his. "You wouldn't want to finish what you started in the bathroom now would you?"

He grinned down at her, raising a hand to adjust his glasses onto his nose. He was praying that she wanted to finish. Clark felt the fool for wasting so much time-- ten years-- with Chloe. There was only so much he could do to make it up to her now, after all this time. But he was determined to try.

The last thing Clark wanted was to watch Chloe slip from his fingers, again. He watched her smiling face fade away when she'd stepped onto that plane in the Metropolis. He couldn't watch it again in a few days. He imagined Chloe's stay in the area was going to be short lived. She'd probably attend a few events here and there and write her article, and be off to Gotham on the arm of Bruce Wayne. Clark's chest burned at the thought, and he knew it was jealously. Clark was certain they weren't together now, but that didn't mean they hadn't been. It made Clark sick to think of what Bruce what have done to Chloe, the things he may have whispered to her in the dark. He clneched his jaw. Clark wanted to be the only one to whisper to Chloe in the dark; and that was exactly what he intended.

"Because I would..."

Smallville

Walking away slowly, Chloe clutched her purple sequinned purse tightly in her hand as she wandered aimlessly, getting lost in the cavernous corridors of the now ancestral Luthor mansion, admiring the sound of her heels on the mahogany floor as she did so. Thinking about all that had happened, flashes of the fierce make-out session that had gone on in the bathroom before Lois appeared flashing in her head.

She smiled to herself as she heard Clark’s yell of her name. She’d known he wasn’t as stupid as to stay in there and try and battle out the tension when he could simply chase after her instead. She giggled as she felt a large hand close around her wrist, feeling herself propelled backwards against a strong, solid chest. As always, it reminded her just how special Clark was, and how lucky she was to be his best friend. Or did she count as his lover now? No. Not yet.

“I’m not going anywhere…not without you.” She assured him as she turned around, smirking slightly from the touch of his lips to her ear, her emerald eyes twinkling in the dimly lit corridor. “But I don’t think we should stay here.” She said in a more serious tone. “Lex really doesn’t like people wandering around on their own in his house.” She said, remembering the time of the second meteor shower when he had found her in the destruction of the cherry room after Clark pulled his vault to bits.

Chloe smiled up at him, her head tilted to the side, her mid length pale golden hair sliding off one side of her pale, almost porcelain like skin, her glossy pink lips twisted into a genuine, broad grin as she slipped her hand into his.

“…How do you like the idea of visiting my old apartment, in Smallville?”

A Good Reporter Doesn't Always Stay on Two Feet.

At the sight of Chloe's beautiful form retreating from the bathroom, Clark's eyes got wide and he shoved his way through Lois and Oliver. Unable to help himself, Ollie stuck out his foot and tripped Clark. The 'steadfast' reporter, stumbled and nearly tripped.

He whirled around to stare back at the pair, his face turning red at the laughter rolling out of Lois. Clark glared at them and adjusted his glasses on his face. "Gee.... I should pay more attention to where I'm going..." He stuttered nervously. An "I'll-get-you-later" was exchanged with Oliver and Clark dashed out of the room after his best friend.

"Chlo!" He called, jogging to catch up with her headstart. "Wait!" As he drew closer, Clark reached out and caught her wrist gently, tugging her back against him. He glanced around, convinced they were alone. "Where do you think you're goin'?" He whispered, brushing his lips over her ear as he spoke.

Clark turned her around slowly and grinned his typical boyish grin down at her. He raised a hand to adjust his specs once again. "Without me anyways..." He added. Clark continued smiling down at her, he'd just found her back in his life, he wasn't about to let her slip away again without making things right. Clark knew that he'd wasted too many years pining over Lana, and too many more years convincing himself he didn't deserve to have love.

All along he'd had that love, but he'd denied it. He had denied Chloe. No more denials. He was an adult, and he knew what he wanted, and intended to have it.

A Good Reporter Always Thinks On Her Feet.

Chloe had shivered with sweet delight at the feeling of Clark’s hands exploring the skin of her spine. It reminded her just how unlike the shy, frigid farmboy she’d grown up with was to the shy, yet confident man standing before her, kissing the hell out of her in a way she’d never thought he’d do to anyone, never the less her, of all people. Chloe Sullivan, the ‘friends only’ girl.

Just as she’d been getting used to the fiery passion of Clark’s lips dancing with hers, he tore them from her own, instead raining kisses along the swan-like arch of her slender throat. A part of her still couldn’t believe it. That Clark Kent was really pushing her up against a wall and running his hands and mouth all over her. Now making out in a bathroom in an awkward silk and taffeta purple evening gown had never been on her top fantasy list…but it sure as hell was now.

But her pleasant haze of pleasure and peace was shattered sharply as she plummeted back to earth. The door crashed open, revealing her considered otherwise occupied cousin, Lois Lane, and her apparently re-kindled lover, Oliver Queen. What a surprise. The billionaire playboy, do-gooder and owner of the JLA was back.

A snort of laughter rose up in her throat, and she stifled it with a hand, her chest shaking silently against Clark as she giggled soundlessly. The situation was so mortifying, she found herself hysterical, and tried desperately to regain control. After a moment, when the couple realised exactly what was going on and sorted themselves out, she lifted her head and offered a wobbly, amused smile.

But the grin faded from her face as Lois tried and failed to open the door. Shit. It was locked. This was ba- No, wait. No it wasn’t. Easily enough fixed when you thought about it. “Ah, a good reporter always thinks on her feet.” She quoted herself, lifting her right hand to the soft pile of gold pinned into place atop the back of her head, and removed one of the amethyst grips. She slid it into the place where the key would have gone, and twirled and twiddled with it for long moments, until the door finally swung open.

She turned back to the other three and smirked. “Well…according to my watch…it’s just gone midnight. Time for all good little girl reporters to be going home and give up trying to fit in with all the O.C party people and billionaires.” She announced, breaking the silence. “Lois, Oliver.” She nodded to them. “Clark.” She said, giving him a slow, secret smile, her green eyes twinkling as she turned away, disappearing from sight.