Ring of Fire

Clark's eyes burned, and his heart was racing. He pulled Chloe closer against him, protectively, possesively. He was jealous; insanley jealous. Even though his mother had always taught him that he shouldn't be jealous of what others had, and instead be thankful for what he did have, Clark was still envious. How many other men had had their hands on Chloe, their lips? Bruce? Jimmy Olsen? Were there others?

All that time he'd been pining over Lana, someone else had been bringing Chloe joy. It could have been him all along. No more... He decided, No one else is ever, ever, going to touch her. He was going to make damn sure of it.

She wasn't his, but he wanted her to be. And he was determined to prove to her that he'd been an idiot, and that he was going to keep her his. Clark took a few deep breathes to calm himself down. It was hard, but he could feel himself relaxing, soothed by the fact that she was just there in his arms. He looked down at her, bringing a big hand up to cup her cheek.

He didn't say a word, but instead scooped her up off her feet, hoisting her delicate form against his chest gently. Clark smiled and took a quick look around. When he was sure the coast was clear, Clark took off in a blurr, leaving behind a gust of wind in his wake.

Lois stepped out of the bathroom, "Hey Chlo....wa--" She called. But Lois paused, her brow creasing. Both Chloe and Clark had completly vanished. There was no way they could have made it down the hall in that short of time-- was there? "Huh..." She mused, shifting her weight to one foot as Oliver came up behind her. "Where'd they go?" She mumbled.

"Oh... I'm sure they just ran off somewhere to be alone Lois...." Oliver replied. "Like we should..."