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..."
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