A/N: I don't own Smallville or any of it's characters. I just think
Allison Mack is very hot.
White flakes of snow drifted slowly down from the heavens above twirling around as if caught in a miniature tornado. Fat, gray clouds filled the skyline, choking out any sunlight over the town. Any experienced farmer could tell you that by the look of those clouds, a real storm was on the way. A blizzard.
The land all around the Kent farm was quiet; almost pristine. Only the sound of the blowing wind could be heard if you would stand outside of the door. The land was so quiet that it was almost unnatural. Everything was so very still on the farm, only branches of leafless trees swayed occasionally in the strong winter winds. Small ponds of ice covered the fields that Jonathon and Clark had worked so hard to cultivate in the summer time. The once fertile soil was now frozen solid. The few cows that had survived the winter were huddled closely around a fireproof space heater set-up in the barn.
Inside their home, the Kent family began to immerge from a deep sleep. Somehow, the constant singing of the wind and the shifting of the snow on the roof had lulled them into a peaceful night of rest. The heater Jonathon had installed just before winter was doing an excellent job of keeping the large house warm. Martha, always complaining about how cold she could get, kept the vents open full blast.
A polite little alarm clock next to their bed chirped alerting the couple that it was now six o'clock. Jonathon and Martha awakened in each other's arms and smiled. Their bodies fit so perfectly together that they'd decided God had made them specifically for each other. Jonathon kissed his wife's forehead and decided there wasn't a need to get out of bed yet. With over ninety percent of their farmland completely frozen, there really wasn't anything he could do anyway. Martha smiled at her husband and basked in the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her slender body. Life for the couple was very good.
Across the large farm home another Kent was emerging from sleep. Clark's 'Mickey Mouse' alarm clock switched on and startled the peaceful youngster awake. Moaning, Clark dragged himself out of bed and wrapped a robe around his naked body. With all of the comforters Martha insisted he sleep with being in the nude was the only he kept from sweating to death. Also, and Clark would never tell anyone, the feeling of the twill against his naked skin felt wonderful.
He looked out of his window towards the rapidly graying sky. Beautiful white snowflakes blew against his window, sticking to the frost ridden panes of glass. Clark marveled at each flake's individual beauty. He remembered asking his dad one time about snowflakes. Jonathon had told him that each snowflake was different even though there were billions of them; that snowflakes were just like people. They might look the same from a distance, but the closer you got to them, the more they stood out. Clark smiled, putting that memory away for later. He had so many good ones because of his parents firm, yet loving upbringing.
His stomach rumbled loudly and he decided to raid the kitchen for an early morning snack. Clark lightly walked down the hallway in his 'Tasmanian Devil' slippers and descended the stairs. Years of experience had taught him which floorboards squeeked and which were firmly grounded. After braving the wooden floors and staircase, he descended into the kitchen. Quickly flipping the coffee maker on, Clark sat down and turned on the weather report.
The television was kept at a low volume. Clark respected how hard his parents worked and didn't want to wake them if it was possible. On the television, the county weather man was standing in front of a map of Kansas pointing out which direction the strong winds were coming from and what to expect during the next three days. Clark listened intently, fascinated by the 'Doppler' images of a huge storm front headed towards Kansas.
"It appears that the epicenter of the storm is headed for Kansas' own 'Meteor Capital of the World,' Smallville. Residents are advised to stay close to home, as this storm will reach the town by early afternoon. Residents are also advised to keep emergency supplies incase of power outages or frozen pipes. It's just after eight o'clock on this chilly Friday morning. I know all you kids are anxious about the possibility of any school delays or cancellations so watch the bottom of the screen. This is Jeff Jeffers, back to you in the studio."
A huge smile appeared on the farm boy's face. 'NO SCHOOL!' Every students dream was about to come true for Clark. He watched the television as it slowly announced the schools that would be closed for today. "Come on, where's Smallville High?" The names of the surrounding counties schools were displayed and after what seemed like a lifetime, 'All Smallville Schools' appeared.
Clark jumped off the couch with excitement. He was supposed to take an English test today, but old father wind had decided otherwise. Smiling, Clark dialed in the number of his best friend and secret love, Chloe Sullivan. The phone rang several times before she finally picked up on her private line.
She still sounded groggy. "This had better be good, I was dreaming about Brad Pitt in a thong."
Clark rolled his eyes. "Hey, I'm surprised you're not bright eye'd and bushy tailed by now." Chloe snarled angrily into the phone, but Clark continued. "Guess what? We got out of Mrs. Erickson's English test today. Snow day!"
Chloe smiled into the phone. She loved his enthusiasm; she loved him. Period. "YES! Finally, the god or gods above have decided to give the great Chloe Sullivan a break. I was not looking forward to that test. So, what're you gonna do with your day off? Tip some cows? Milk a goat?" The only thing Chloe loved more than Clark himself, was teasing him mercilessly about being a farm boy.
"Ha, Ha. Well, what is the great intrepid reporter Chloe Sullivan going to do with her day off? Do a startling exposé on the mystery meat in the cafeteria? Oops, we aren't going to school today. What will you report on?" Clark let the sarcasm roll, he knew Chloe would always have a comeback.
"Hey, I could always do a report on geeky farm boys with unnatural relationships with their next door neighbors. You better start sucking up to me Clark, I could reveal your horrifyingly large crush on Lana Lang." She smiled involuntarily. Clark had renounced his feelings for Lana and professed his love for some mysterious girl. Chloe hoped that girl was her. She promised herself she wouldn't die if Clark chose someone else. She loved Clark, but he wasn't the only guy on the planet. He was just the only one that could make her heart stop.
Clark snarked at her, "Come on Chloe, for a reporter, you don't pay attention to the news. I've given up the chase for Lana Lang. I'm tired of being in constant angst and wishing to be with her from a distance. She loves Whitney, though I don't know why. Besides, my girl is way better then ol' Lana Lang." He smiled widely, eyes flaring. Clark knew that this would send Chloe into snooping mode.
"And who is this mystery girl, Mr. Kent? I hope for your sake it's not another pom-pom carrier. Your track record with those girls isn't good. Who is she Clark? Come on, spill to your best friend. My ears are burning." Chloe hoped he'd finally profess his undying love for her, but doubted that would happen. Clark was about as romantic as a staple gun. He had his moments, yes, but mostly he was just plain old dim-witted to how much his best friend loved him.
"Sorry Chloe, it's my secret. I'll never tell. Hey, you wanna come over and watch some movies. I asked my mom last night and she said if we had a day off it would be alright. What do you think?" Clark crossed his fingers.
"Hmmm. Spend the day counting the number of square tiles in my bathroom or hang out with my best friend watching bad movies and pretending we're part of the cast of 'Mystery Science Theater.' That's a tough one. Okay, but I get to be Crow."
"What! I get to be Crow, you're always Tom Servo. Come on, that isn't fair." Clark loved playing with her.
"Tell you what. We'll wrestle for it at your house. But I warn you, Kent, I am the Greatest! I will pin you to the floor like the lightweight you are. Ha ha!" Chloe giggled and wrapped her comforter around her pajama clad-body.
"Promises, promises. I just wish Pete were here to referee for us. Its too bad he's on vacation with his folks." In actuality, Clark was ecstatic that he would be alone with Chloe. He loved it when she paid all of her attention on him.
"Yeah, that's too bad." Her voice betrayed her feelings. She was even happier than Clark about Pete's absence. She loved Pete, but as a pesky little brother. Her feelings for Clark were much more adult. So were her dreams about him. That was another story all together.
Clark padded across his kitchen holding the receiver. Pouring himself a huge cup of 'Folgers' he leaned against the counter and drank quickly. The boiling liquid would have singed any normal humans throat raw. Lucky for Clark, he wasn't normal. Or a human for that matter.
"Okay Chloe, I'll borrow my dad's Chevy and pick you up in an hour or two. I reserved all the 'Die Hard' movies over at the movie store. I know how much you like bald men." Clark snickered. Chloe was just beginning to get over her secret crush on one of Clark's other best friends and the single richest man in Kansas, Lex Luthor. "Lex is a handsome man."
Chloe gasped. "Why Clark, you closet case you. Hey, I'll be the first girl to admit that Lex is charming and cute and strong. Did I mention cute? Anyway, I gave up the crush when he and Victoria starting spending so much quality time together. It's just to bad that Lex found out she was corporate whore and completely screwed Sir Harry's company with that false tip about 'Cadmus Labs' stock." Chloe wasn't supposed to know about that, no one was. She had her methods of getting secret information though. Those were what made an investigative reporter great.
"Hey, you're not supposed to talk about that. I'm still kicking myself for telling you. Lex would kill me if he found out." Clark knew that wouldn't be true, but he really didn't want to screw up his friendship with the follicaly challenged billionaire. Well, heir to billions, anyway.
"Oh, Clark. You know I can charm anything I want out of you. Why fight it? Pick me up in two hours and we can stop by 'Gina's Pizza' for a large pepperoni and bacon. Yum. Bye farm boy." Chloe laughed. They could talk for hours without getting bored. That didn't occur between many people.
"Okay, I'll get you then. Bye." Clark hung up laughing and then decided what he should wear. Quickly refilling his cup, he went upstairs to look through his closet. He carefully retraced his earlier steps, easily avoiding the squeaky boards in the floor. There wasn't any noise coming from his parents room, so that meant they were either asleep or. . . He didn't want to think about the other possibility.
He re-entered his room and opened his closet door. Dozens of flannel shirts and plain white t-shirts hung for his close scrutiny. "Let's see. She said a while ago that I looked good in blue. Ahah!" Clark carefully pulled out his finest blue flannel shirt along with a white undershirt and a pair of his most comfortable jeans.
Another jet of cold Kansas air slammed against Clark's window, rattling its frame. He decided to double up on socks and wear long johns under his jeans. Clark knew he could withstand the cold longer then normal people, but even he could succumb to the elements. Catching a whiff of his own body, the sleepy-eyed farm boy grabbed a couple of towels and a hairbrush and went downstairs for a shower.
After shedding his well-worn bathrobe Clark took a second to shyly glance at himself in the mirror. Years of hard farm work had sculpted his body into a work of art. He smiled at himself and struck a body builder pose, making his biceps and peeks flex. He shook his head and hopped into the shower stall. Warm water slowly wore away the tension Clark had been holding in his shoulders. It was tough going to high school, working on a slowly dying farm, and trying to hide the fact that you had super powers. The strain could really get to a person some times.
Clark knew he would get by. His parents were the center of his universe and they would always keep him safe. At least that's what they had promised. As he washed his body, Clark thought about all the things that had happened over the last few weeks. Whitney and Lana were talking about engagement, Pete was finally dating his dream girl August Sanders, and his parents had finally secured a loan through the Metropolis First National Bank. The interest was going to break their backs, but at least they could hold the farm for another two years.
As Clark went further down south with his washcloth he began to think of Chloe and what their relationship had turned into. Chloe had developed into one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen. No, Chloe was 'the' most beautiful girl Clark had ever seen. It wasn't just her face or body that appealed to Clark. Under those beautiful features was the soul of someone who really loved life. Someone who knew what she wanted and went after it no matter what. She was great and beautiful and smart and she had Clark wrapped around her little finger. They both knew that.
She always wore these really tasteful clothes to school. One time she wore this red kimono for an in-school dance they were mantadorily obliged to attend. When Clark saw her enter the gymnasium his mouth dropped all the way to the floor. Every taught curve was enhanced by the dress Chloe wore. She didn't look slutty or like an ice queen. She looked. . .she just looked amazing. She and Clark had danced the night away, laughing the whole time. Chloe hadn't known it, but every time she'd brush against him, Clark felt electric shocks flow through his veins. It felt kind of like the meteor rocks, but in a good way.
Clark moaned involuntarily and realized where he'd put the washcloth. He yanked his hand away immediately. He had fought so desperately to ignore the cries of his hormone filled body that sometimes he thought he'd go insane. Clark hated the feelings of lust that flowed so vehemently through his body sometimes. Those feelings coupled with his amazing powers could get him in serious trouble if he wasn't extremely careful. Sometimes though, he just couldn't help himself.
Warm water flowed against his hardening erection and made Clark gasp. His thoughts of Chloe and her amazing body had taken its toll. Even though there wasn't anyone in the bathroom with Clark, he looked out of the shower curtain to make sure. He shut his eyes and let the warm water run down his body. Just when Clark's hand finally grabbed his erection, a burst of icy water came down over his head from the shower tap. The breath was sucked from his lungs as he tried to get away from the icy pain coming from the shower. Finally ripping the shower curtain off its hooks, Clark bolted out of the stall and wrapped several towels around himself.
Clark looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. 'That's one way to take care of hormones.' He smiled, but still felt the pangs of lust course through his system. Ignoring them, he went upstairs and dressed.
When Clark was wrapped in two undershirts, his blue flannel shirt, a pair of long johns under his jeans, and two pairs of socks on inside of his boots he decided it was time to go. Pulling his fleece jacket off the hook by the door, Clark contemplated waking his parents to ask for the truck. 'They've let me borrow it before for errands around town. And I'm just going to get Chloe. I won't wake them, I'll just leave a note.'
Clark quickly tore a piece of paper off of the refrigerator and wrote down where he was going and when he'd be back. Posting it on the door, Clark headed outside and was met with his first icy blast of the pre-blizzard wind. He ducked his head low and wrapped his scarf around his face. Ice was flowing with the wind and tried to bite into his invulnerable skin. It didn't penetrate his skin, but it sure left some painful reminders that it'd been there.
Clark got into the truck and started the engine, quickly setting the heat on High. He could feel the heat saturate his body and smiled contently. It was going to be a real pain going through that wind again, but if it meant being with Chloe, he'd brave it. Pulling out of the driveway, he headed into the snow completely unaware of the rapidly freezing brake lines beneath him.
A/N: Okay folks. I know what you're thinking. Why didn't I just let Clark slam it home in the shower? You'll find out soon. Please bare in mind this is my first sexual writing in preparation for the scenes with Clark and Diana in "New Competition in Town." I would appreciate your criticisms and comments. And yes, I'll get braver and stop saying erection instead of more colorful phallic euphemisms. Thanks for beta-ing Deanz. Even though sexual stories aren't really your bag. *Snicker*
-I. Savant
White flakes of snow drifted slowly down from the heavens above twirling around as if caught in a miniature tornado. Fat, gray clouds filled the skyline, choking out any sunlight over the town. Any experienced farmer could tell you that by the look of those clouds, a real storm was on the way. A blizzard.
The land all around the Kent farm was quiet; almost pristine. Only the sound of the blowing wind could be heard if you would stand outside of the door. The land was so quiet that it was almost unnatural. Everything was so very still on the farm, only branches of leafless trees swayed occasionally in the strong winter winds. Small ponds of ice covered the fields that Jonathon and Clark had worked so hard to cultivate in the summer time. The once fertile soil was now frozen solid. The few cows that had survived the winter were huddled closely around a fireproof space heater set-up in the barn.
Inside their home, the Kent family began to immerge from a deep sleep. Somehow, the constant singing of the wind and the shifting of the snow on the roof had lulled them into a peaceful night of rest. The heater Jonathon had installed just before winter was doing an excellent job of keeping the large house warm. Martha, always complaining about how cold she could get, kept the vents open full blast.
A polite little alarm clock next to their bed chirped alerting the couple that it was now six o'clock. Jonathon and Martha awakened in each other's arms and smiled. Their bodies fit so perfectly together that they'd decided God had made them specifically for each other. Jonathon kissed his wife's forehead and decided there wasn't a need to get out of bed yet. With over ninety percent of their farmland completely frozen, there really wasn't anything he could do anyway. Martha smiled at her husband and basked in the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her slender body. Life for the couple was very good.
Across the large farm home another Kent was emerging from sleep. Clark's 'Mickey Mouse' alarm clock switched on and startled the peaceful youngster awake. Moaning, Clark dragged himself out of bed and wrapped a robe around his naked body. With all of the comforters Martha insisted he sleep with being in the nude was the only he kept from sweating to death. Also, and Clark would never tell anyone, the feeling of the twill against his naked skin felt wonderful.
He looked out of his window towards the rapidly graying sky. Beautiful white snowflakes blew against his window, sticking to the frost ridden panes of glass. Clark marveled at each flake's individual beauty. He remembered asking his dad one time about snowflakes. Jonathon had told him that each snowflake was different even though there were billions of them; that snowflakes were just like people. They might look the same from a distance, but the closer you got to them, the more they stood out. Clark smiled, putting that memory away for later. He had so many good ones because of his parents firm, yet loving upbringing.
His stomach rumbled loudly and he decided to raid the kitchen for an early morning snack. Clark lightly walked down the hallway in his 'Tasmanian Devil' slippers and descended the stairs. Years of experience had taught him which floorboards squeeked and which were firmly grounded. After braving the wooden floors and staircase, he descended into the kitchen. Quickly flipping the coffee maker on, Clark sat down and turned on the weather report.
The television was kept at a low volume. Clark respected how hard his parents worked and didn't want to wake them if it was possible. On the television, the county weather man was standing in front of a map of Kansas pointing out which direction the strong winds were coming from and what to expect during the next three days. Clark listened intently, fascinated by the 'Doppler' images of a huge storm front headed towards Kansas.
"It appears that the epicenter of the storm is headed for Kansas' own 'Meteor Capital of the World,' Smallville. Residents are advised to stay close to home, as this storm will reach the town by early afternoon. Residents are also advised to keep emergency supplies incase of power outages or frozen pipes. It's just after eight o'clock on this chilly Friday morning. I know all you kids are anxious about the possibility of any school delays or cancellations so watch the bottom of the screen. This is Jeff Jeffers, back to you in the studio."
A huge smile appeared on the farm boy's face. 'NO SCHOOL!' Every students dream was about to come true for Clark. He watched the television as it slowly announced the schools that would be closed for today. "Come on, where's Smallville High?" The names of the surrounding counties schools were displayed and after what seemed like a lifetime, 'All Smallville Schools' appeared.
Clark jumped off the couch with excitement. He was supposed to take an English test today, but old father wind had decided otherwise. Smiling, Clark dialed in the number of his best friend and secret love, Chloe Sullivan. The phone rang several times before she finally picked up on her private line.
She still sounded groggy. "This had better be good, I was dreaming about Brad Pitt in a thong."
Clark rolled his eyes. "Hey, I'm surprised you're not bright eye'd and bushy tailed by now." Chloe snarled angrily into the phone, but Clark continued. "Guess what? We got out of Mrs. Erickson's English test today. Snow day!"
Chloe smiled into the phone. She loved his enthusiasm; she loved him. Period. "YES! Finally, the god or gods above have decided to give the great Chloe Sullivan a break. I was not looking forward to that test. So, what're you gonna do with your day off? Tip some cows? Milk a goat?" The only thing Chloe loved more than Clark himself, was teasing him mercilessly about being a farm boy.
"Ha, Ha. Well, what is the great intrepid reporter Chloe Sullivan going to do with her day off? Do a startling exposé on the mystery meat in the cafeteria? Oops, we aren't going to school today. What will you report on?" Clark let the sarcasm roll, he knew Chloe would always have a comeback.
"Hey, I could always do a report on geeky farm boys with unnatural relationships with their next door neighbors. You better start sucking up to me Clark, I could reveal your horrifyingly large crush on Lana Lang." She smiled involuntarily. Clark had renounced his feelings for Lana and professed his love for some mysterious girl. Chloe hoped that girl was her. She promised herself she wouldn't die if Clark chose someone else. She loved Clark, but he wasn't the only guy on the planet. He was just the only one that could make her heart stop.
Clark snarked at her, "Come on Chloe, for a reporter, you don't pay attention to the news. I've given up the chase for Lana Lang. I'm tired of being in constant angst and wishing to be with her from a distance. She loves Whitney, though I don't know why. Besides, my girl is way better then ol' Lana Lang." He smiled widely, eyes flaring. Clark knew that this would send Chloe into snooping mode.
"And who is this mystery girl, Mr. Kent? I hope for your sake it's not another pom-pom carrier. Your track record with those girls isn't good. Who is she Clark? Come on, spill to your best friend. My ears are burning." Chloe hoped he'd finally profess his undying love for her, but doubted that would happen. Clark was about as romantic as a staple gun. He had his moments, yes, but mostly he was just plain old dim-witted to how much his best friend loved him.
"Sorry Chloe, it's my secret. I'll never tell. Hey, you wanna come over and watch some movies. I asked my mom last night and she said if we had a day off it would be alright. What do you think?" Clark crossed his fingers.
"Hmmm. Spend the day counting the number of square tiles in my bathroom or hang out with my best friend watching bad movies and pretending we're part of the cast of 'Mystery Science Theater.' That's a tough one. Okay, but I get to be Crow."
"What! I get to be Crow, you're always Tom Servo. Come on, that isn't fair." Clark loved playing with her.
"Tell you what. We'll wrestle for it at your house. But I warn you, Kent, I am the Greatest! I will pin you to the floor like the lightweight you are. Ha ha!" Chloe giggled and wrapped her comforter around her pajama clad-body.
"Promises, promises. I just wish Pete were here to referee for us. Its too bad he's on vacation with his folks." In actuality, Clark was ecstatic that he would be alone with Chloe. He loved it when she paid all of her attention on him.
"Yeah, that's too bad." Her voice betrayed her feelings. She was even happier than Clark about Pete's absence. She loved Pete, but as a pesky little brother. Her feelings for Clark were much more adult. So were her dreams about him. That was another story all together.
Clark padded across his kitchen holding the receiver. Pouring himself a huge cup of 'Folgers' he leaned against the counter and drank quickly. The boiling liquid would have singed any normal humans throat raw. Lucky for Clark, he wasn't normal. Or a human for that matter.
"Okay Chloe, I'll borrow my dad's Chevy and pick you up in an hour or two. I reserved all the 'Die Hard' movies over at the movie store. I know how much you like bald men." Clark snickered. Chloe was just beginning to get over her secret crush on one of Clark's other best friends and the single richest man in Kansas, Lex Luthor. "Lex is a handsome man."
Chloe gasped. "Why Clark, you closet case you. Hey, I'll be the first girl to admit that Lex is charming and cute and strong. Did I mention cute? Anyway, I gave up the crush when he and Victoria starting spending so much quality time together. It's just to bad that Lex found out she was corporate whore and completely screwed Sir Harry's company with that false tip about 'Cadmus Labs' stock." Chloe wasn't supposed to know about that, no one was. She had her methods of getting secret information though. Those were what made an investigative reporter great.
"Hey, you're not supposed to talk about that. I'm still kicking myself for telling you. Lex would kill me if he found out." Clark knew that wouldn't be true, but he really didn't want to screw up his friendship with the follicaly challenged billionaire. Well, heir to billions, anyway.
"Oh, Clark. You know I can charm anything I want out of you. Why fight it? Pick me up in two hours and we can stop by 'Gina's Pizza' for a large pepperoni and bacon. Yum. Bye farm boy." Chloe laughed. They could talk for hours without getting bored. That didn't occur between many people.
"Okay, I'll get you then. Bye." Clark hung up laughing and then decided what he should wear. Quickly refilling his cup, he went upstairs to look through his closet. He carefully retraced his earlier steps, easily avoiding the squeaky boards in the floor. There wasn't any noise coming from his parents room, so that meant they were either asleep or. . . He didn't want to think about the other possibility.
He re-entered his room and opened his closet door. Dozens of flannel shirts and plain white t-shirts hung for his close scrutiny. "Let's see. She said a while ago that I looked good in blue. Ahah!" Clark carefully pulled out his finest blue flannel shirt along with a white undershirt and a pair of his most comfortable jeans.
Another jet of cold Kansas air slammed against Clark's window, rattling its frame. He decided to double up on socks and wear long johns under his jeans. Clark knew he could withstand the cold longer then normal people, but even he could succumb to the elements. Catching a whiff of his own body, the sleepy-eyed farm boy grabbed a couple of towels and a hairbrush and went downstairs for a shower.
After shedding his well-worn bathrobe Clark took a second to shyly glance at himself in the mirror. Years of hard farm work had sculpted his body into a work of art. He smiled at himself and struck a body builder pose, making his biceps and peeks flex. He shook his head and hopped into the shower stall. Warm water slowly wore away the tension Clark had been holding in his shoulders. It was tough going to high school, working on a slowly dying farm, and trying to hide the fact that you had super powers. The strain could really get to a person some times.
Clark knew he would get by. His parents were the center of his universe and they would always keep him safe. At least that's what they had promised. As he washed his body, Clark thought about all the things that had happened over the last few weeks. Whitney and Lana were talking about engagement, Pete was finally dating his dream girl August Sanders, and his parents had finally secured a loan through the Metropolis First National Bank. The interest was going to break their backs, but at least they could hold the farm for another two years.
As Clark went further down south with his washcloth he began to think of Chloe and what their relationship had turned into. Chloe had developed into one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen. No, Chloe was 'the' most beautiful girl Clark had ever seen. It wasn't just her face or body that appealed to Clark. Under those beautiful features was the soul of someone who really loved life. Someone who knew what she wanted and went after it no matter what. She was great and beautiful and smart and she had Clark wrapped around her little finger. They both knew that.
She always wore these really tasteful clothes to school. One time she wore this red kimono for an in-school dance they were mantadorily obliged to attend. When Clark saw her enter the gymnasium his mouth dropped all the way to the floor. Every taught curve was enhanced by the dress Chloe wore. She didn't look slutty or like an ice queen. She looked. . .she just looked amazing. She and Clark had danced the night away, laughing the whole time. Chloe hadn't known it, but every time she'd brush against him, Clark felt electric shocks flow through his veins. It felt kind of like the meteor rocks, but in a good way.
Clark moaned involuntarily and realized where he'd put the washcloth. He yanked his hand away immediately. He had fought so desperately to ignore the cries of his hormone filled body that sometimes he thought he'd go insane. Clark hated the feelings of lust that flowed so vehemently through his body sometimes. Those feelings coupled with his amazing powers could get him in serious trouble if he wasn't extremely careful. Sometimes though, he just couldn't help himself.
Warm water flowed against his hardening erection and made Clark gasp. His thoughts of Chloe and her amazing body had taken its toll. Even though there wasn't anyone in the bathroom with Clark, he looked out of the shower curtain to make sure. He shut his eyes and let the warm water run down his body. Just when Clark's hand finally grabbed his erection, a burst of icy water came down over his head from the shower tap. The breath was sucked from his lungs as he tried to get away from the icy pain coming from the shower. Finally ripping the shower curtain off its hooks, Clark bolted out of the stall and wrapped several towels around himself.
Clark looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. 'That's one way to take care of hormones.' He smiled, but still felt the pangs of lust course through his system. Ignoring them, he went upstairs and dressed.
When Clark was wrapped in two undershirts, his blue flannel shirt, a pair of long johns under his jeans, and two pairs of socks on inside of his boots he decided it was time to go. Pulling his fleece jacket off the hook by the door, Clark contemplated waking his parents to ask for the truck. 'They've let me borrow it before for errands around town. And I'm just going to get Chloe. I won't wake them, I'll just leave a note.'
Clark quickly tore a piece of paper off of the refrigerator and wrote down where he was going and when he'd be back. Posting it on the door, Clark headed outside and was met with his first icy blast of the pre-blizzard wind. He ducked his head low and wrapped his scarf around his face. Ice was flowing with the wind and tried to bite into his invulnerable skin. It didn't penetrate his skin, but it sure left some painful reminders that it'd been there.
Clark got into the truck and started the engine, quickly setting the heat on High. He could feel the heat saturate his body and smiled contently. It was going to be a real pain going through that wind again, but if it meant being with Chloe, he'd brave it. Pulling out of the driveway, he headed into the snow completely unaware of the rapidly freezing brake lines beneath him.
A/N: Okay folks. I know what you're thinking. Why didn't I just let Clark slam it home in the shower? You'll find out soon. Please bare in mind this is my first sexual writing in preparation for the scenes with Clark and Diana in "New Competition in Town." I would appreciate your criticisms and comments. And yes, I'll get braver and stop saying erection instead of more colorful phallic euphemisms. Thanks for beta-ing Deanz. Even though sexual stories aren't really your bag. *Snicker*
-I. Savant