Anonymous: Thanks! I have no idea how that happened; and you caught me just a few minutes before I left for work, so I was able to fix it. Thank you!

A sky: Thanks! I thought it was hilarious too.

todayiamALI: Lol. Thank you. It's funny because Chloe is most definitely a woman now, tenth season and all; so it's weird to see her acting like a child again.

Madlenita: Thank you! I knew someone cared about whether or night I get to sleep;)

Nightwing509, Jeremy Shane, Lois Joanne Lane, and Dispatcher652: Thanks!

Chlarker: Lol. Thanks! I try. No, not really. Lana does it to herself;)

Rockgod: Thank you! That was funny. I'm so glad you like the story. I'm so procrastination on the smut stuff; and it shows, so I'm very happy you guys still like it;)

Shonnia22: Thank you! I'm still kinda going off the whole "Boundaries" vibe. The really close and inappropriate friendship was so much fun to write that I kinda just did it again.

Dizzy78: I know, what is Lana still doing there? But I think it's nearly cannon, sticking around somewhere even when she realizes it's not meant to be. I mean how many times did she leave and come back?

Angie B: Lol. Of course I wasn't going to let her get away with that!

Emma217: Lol. She'll go home soon. Sort of;)

The fallen sky: Yeah, no one seems to like the fact that Lana called Chloe easy; but it had to be done; oh and the Chloe, Lana, kiss thing…it was actually a traumatizing experience Lana and I share now. There was a guy at my house, and my sister liked him; and he was a bit of a freak. He verbally let it be known that he wouldn't mind sleeping with me, my sister, and my mom. A lot. I know it's weird that he was still allowed over at our house; but my mom and I didn't really think much of it. He was harmless. And he was like family. Not even a brother; or cousin though. He was more like a nephew to me, even though he was only like three years younger than me.

Anyway, I was sitting next to my sister on the couch, and out of the blue she was like, "Sam, watch this." Then she turned to me, placed her hands on either side of my face; and I should've run like hell; but I honestly did not know she was going to lick me. Yes, my sister licked me. She was about 15 or 16 so I was around 19 or 20.

I swear to God I nearly cried like a baby; but I didn't. I just kinda sat there and asked myself what the hell I ever did to deserve it. Now, I'm not saying I'm a homophobe. I just would have rather had a girl who didn't have the same parents as me lick me…if I had to get licked by a girl.

But Sam really liked it. And that's the only reason she did it. I kinda wish she'd done it to my mom though. My mom would've killed her, but at least I wouldn't have had to suffer. It took me nearly a week to get over it. Well, maybe I'm not fully over it yet.

Lol. Your last line, I didn't get it until just now; and it's like my third time reading it. Jeez, I really am naïve huh? So how come you guys keep asking me to write about this stuff that I don't fully know about yet? It's torture!

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Lana tries, but she can't watch the movie.

It's Clark.

And Chloe.

Mostly Chloe.

She just can't get over the fact that Chloe's head is in her boyfriend's lap.

When Chloe first skipped her trampy ass down here, it irked her to no end when the girl put her feet in Clark's lap. And then it made her mad when Clark's hands dropped down to the girl's feet immediately; but not to push them away.

He gave her a foot rub.

Now, she'd really love for Clark to rub Chloe's feet again. Well, she won't like it; but she would prefer it to this.

This being that Clark's doing something weird to Chloe's ear; and he started it the very moment Chloe laid her head on his thigh.

Obviously, it's only weird to Lana; and that's part of the reason she's so irritated by it. She's getting tired of them doing stuff like this. Weird stuff that only they seem to think is normal; like now, they're acting like this is completely normal. Chloe's eyes are fixed on the screen; and her arm's dangling over the side of the couch, casually brushing against Clark's leg; Clark's eyes are glued to the screen as well. His arm, his other arm, is slung over Lana's shoulder; and he's sitting pretty close to her, but probably only to give Chloe enough room to lie down on the couch.

He hasn't looked down at Chloe once.

Lana wishes he would. It would make the thing he's doing to her ear a little less intimate; like he hasn't done it so many times that he could do it in his sleep.

Lana sighs…twice; but it doesn't help. Clark doesn't look her way. He's still watching the movie…and molesting Chloe's ear.

She knows he's not ignoring her on purpose. He just hasn't picked up on the fact that when she sighs like that, it's nearly the same as her calling his name. She reminds herself that they've only been dating for a few weeks; so, he hasn't had the time to learn about all the little things that make her Lana Lang yet.

But then, how can he learn if he's always showing off how much he knows about the many little things that make Chloe, Chloe Sullivan. Like this godforsaken ear thing that he's doing. It's freaking weird. He's holding her earlobe between his thumb and index finger and he keeps tugging on it gently; almost like he's milking a cow. Then his fingers move upward, tracing every visible part of her ear a couple of times, slowly, before going back to the tugging thing. He just keeps doing that; over and over again; and Lana just doesn't know how much angrier she can get when Chloe's eyes flutter lazily no more than two minutes after he's started.

He's putting her to sleep!

She shouldn't be shocked. She kinda figured he does the ear thing a lot, but she's more than disturbed. She doesn't even want to think about how he learned that playing with the girl's ear is the fastest way to put her to sleep.

Another two minutes go by, and Lana can see that Chloe's asleep. Clark still hasn't looked down at her; but he seems to know that she's asleep as well because he's stopped with the ear thing; and now he's picking the blanket up off the floor and covering her with it.

Her whole body.

Including her head.

Which is in his lap.

Lana doesn't know if she likes that very much.

But at least he's stopped touching her now.

Lana watches for a few more minutes; but nothing else happens.

Good.

She can finally concentrate on the movie again.

She doesn't even notice Chloe turn her head. It's dark; and Chloe's head is fully covered after all.

Chloe plans on going to sleep and forgetting about all the plans she had for Santa. That's why she turns over; to get comfortable. She's had a good cry, and now she's just ready for bed.

At least, she thought she was.

She can't really see much of anything because their blanket's covering her head; but she does realize that she's facing Clark's lap; and that "it's" just sitting there. Right there in her face. She can't see it; but if believing in Santa has taught her anything, it's faith. And she doesn't even really need that because a few anatomy books and one personal experience have taught her where everything is supposed to be.

Clark's eyes are starting to itch again.

Bad.

Chloe's head is in his lap; and she's awake. Well, he knew she was awake before; but she was kinda quiet and motionless. He didn't really think of it as her trying to trick him into thinking she was asleep; He just thought that she was almost there; almost asleep. Now he knows that she was indeed pretending to be asleep; and now she's…she's…Well, she's being naughty.

He wasn't sure at first. She just kinda moved her head a little; subtly getting closer to his…to the front of his jeans.

He just figured she was trying to get comfortable.

Then she got closer; and he started to get a little suspicious. She was moving kinda slow; like she didn't want to be seen; and then he heard her heart rate pick up speed; but he still didn't fully realize anything was up until…

He puts a hand on her shoulder. He can't see her; but he can definitely feel and hear. It sounds like she's fiddling around with his zipper. It feels like she's fiddling around with his zipper; but her hands…he's pretty sure they're by her side.

He focuses his vision; but on the TV first. He wants to be able to just glance down at her as quickly as he possibly can so that Lana doesn't notice. He's starting to realize that she gets a little uncomfortable with the way he focuses on Chloe so much. He doesn't really blame her. If it was him, Whitney and Lana here; and Lana kept focusing her attention on Whitney, Clark would be a little annoyed by that too. Unless Chloe was also there, then he probably wouldn't notice; and that's the problem right there. He should try harder to focus on Lana.

Once his vision is set to x-ray mode, he glances down at Chloe and nearly freezes. She is fiddling around with his zipper…with her teeth.

'Oh God, oh God, oh God…'

He repeats it over and over in his head while returning his gaze back onto the screen.

She's been doing it on purpose.

Everything! She's been doing everything on purpose!

She knows he's Santa. She meant for him to hear her when she was in the shower earlier. She meant for him to hear her when she was in his bedroom. She meant for him to take a peek at "Santa's" present. She probably meant for him to set the house on fire too; even though he realizes that she really didn't because he never told her that Santa can set fire with his eyes. He didn't even know that Santa could set fire with his eyes.

And now, she's about to make him set something else on fire because she just unzipped his zipper…with her teeth.

Where on earth did she learn to do that?

Lana smiles to herself when Clark squeezes her shoulder gently a few times.

She's doing it again; driving him so crazy that he's all tense.

He's frozen completely still against her; and his breathing has become incredibly heavy. She can hear it despite the movie being up so loud.

She peeks up at him; and at the sight of his face she bites her bottom lip; extremely pleased with herself. His eyes are squeezed shut and his lips are pressed firmly together; almost as if he's trying to resist the temptation.

Lana closes her eyes too; savoring the moment.

Chloe's not upstairs, like before. She's right here, asleep, but they're back at square one anyway. They're back to Clark wanting her so bad that he can barely contain himself.

And the best part is, she's not even trying to entice him.

That makes her feel...powerful, and sexy, and like a woman.

She's never done woman-like things before.

She was always waiting for the right moment with Whitney; but now she realizes she was waiting for the right person.

Clark.

He's the one.

And she wants him to know it.

She sits up a little straighter, places a hand against Clark's cheek, pulls him closer to her, and presses her lips to his.

He's kissing her. Clark's kissing Lana.

Of course, Chloe can't see; but her hearing is just fine. She knows what a kiss sounds like.

It pisses her off. Here she is, buttoning his jeans with her freaking mouth, which is really hard by the way, and he's kissing another girl! Well, the other girl is his girlfriend; but come on!

She works even harder; putting all of her efforts into this one task because she really wants to punish him for everything. Santa, Lana, the parents missing Christmas; even though that one is technically her fault; she's still gonna put the blame on him.

"Lana," Clark moans, but it's barely audible because he's probably trying to force the words through not only his teeth but Lana's mouth as well. "Chloe's um,"-

"She's asleep," Lana cuts him off with a slight giggle and another kiss.

Clark's grip on Chloe's shoulder tightens. It's done; or undone. She was able to unbutton his pants with her teeth.

With her teeth.

And she's moving her head forward; as if she's about to maybe work some of the same magic with his boxers.

Clark moves his hand as subtly as he can and places it under the blanket. He tries to cover up his freshly exposed boxers by putting his hand between them and Chloe's mouth. He needs her to stop. Now. Well, he'd love for her to continue; but it's just not…right. Lana's here, Lana's his girlfriend, and Chloe's his best friend in the whole world, and the parents are gone and...and…he can't think anymore.

Chloe just licked his finger.

It was a good lick; a slow lick. And he nearly moans when he feels a few tingles spread throughout his body to a few places that have absolutely nothing to do with his finger; and even less to do with Lana kissing him still.

He's a little irritated by that. He's not responding to her; but she keeps going. And not only that but he realized something while Lana was kissing him. Chloe was right. Lana does have dry lips; but Chloe's lips, He's sure they're not dry. In fact, they're very-

Clark freezes and squeezes his eyes shut when Chloe takes his finger into her mouth.

"Chloe." It's all he can say.

"Chloe what?"

Clark opens his eyes to a frowning Lana. He has to tell her something.

"She, I just thought that if she was down here it would stop," he explains nearly breathlessly, knowing he made absolutely no sense whatsoever; but not being able to do any better; and also hoping Chloe caught on down there because he really needs her to stop sucking on his finger before he really sets the whole house on fire.

She gets it. Not Lana; she starts kissing him again; but Chloe gets it, and he smiles when she lets is finger fall out of his mouth; but then she moves closer to his boxers, and…

Clark gasps into Lana's mouth, and an embarrassing squeak type moan escapes through his lips.

Chloe's tongue; it's not in her mouth, where it should be. It's on him, where it should be. No! Not where it should be.

Oh, God yes, where it should be, he thinks to himself as he whimpers against Lana's mouth.

He's truly pathetic. He's still got boxers on. There's still a layer of cotton between Chloe's tongue and his…self; but he can still feel everything as just as well.

Then he has a troubling thought. He wants his boxers off. He wants to see how Chloe's tongue feels against him when the boxers are out of the way.

And he shouldn't be thinking that about his best friend.

He moves his hand, attempting to put it on her shoulder to stop her; but her shoulder has suddenly gotten a lot softer than what he remembers. And then he realizes it's not her shoulder.

Boobie.

It's a boobie.

A very soft handful of boobie.

Too much of a handful to be a boobie.

He's holding a breast.

One of Chloe's breasts.

And he can't let go.

But not because he's a pervert.

As soon as he touched her, she removed her mouth from his boxers.

That's what he was trying to get her to do; so common sense, or just plain wishful thinking, lets him know that as long as he holds onto her, she'll stop, and he won't set the house, or anyone, on fire. See, he's doing this for everyone's safety; not for himself.

Chloe moves her head forward a little; she's going to start trying to make him set the house on fire again. He has to stop her; and he knows just how to do it.

He has to distract her.

He moves his hand down Chloe's body, not even being subtle anymore because Lana's not paying attention to him anymore. She's too busy kissing him.

Chloe stops immediately.

He can hear her. Her breathing's changed. It's heavy. Loud. He doesn't know if he can hear it because he can hear really well, or if she's actually loud enough for Lana to hear.

Either way, he doesn't want to take any chances.

"Shh, Chloe," he whispers against Lana's lips.

Lana pulls back; but only long enough to tell him that Chloe's asleep again, before kissing him… again.

She thought he was talking to her; and just in case Chloe thinks the same thing, he moves his hand up her body and presses his index finger to her lips.

Chloe got it the first time. What she doesn't get is why she's letting Clark touch her this way while he's kissing Lana. And then she doesn't get why she doesn't get why she's letting Clark touch her this way while he's kissing Lana. She knows the answer already. She's loved Clark for a good little while now, three years in fact; but he's never looked at her as anything other than a friend. Now he's touching her; and she could really care less about Lana being here.

It feels too good.

She holds her breath as his hands slowly travels from her lips, down her chest, across her stomach and stops at her hip.

Then she closes her eyes; all of the hand traveling was done on top of her shirt; but his hand is resting on her hip now. That's where the shirt has ridden up a little. There's skin just another half an inch down further.

He flirts with the hemline for a few seconds before moving his had under it; under the shirt! He's touching her bare hip; then he's touching her bare stomach; then he's touching her chest; then he moves his hand a little to the right, and under her bra.

She gasps.

And she's kinda loud.

It makes Clark wonder if Lana heard her. But of course she didn't. She's too busy concentrating on him. It makes him feel a little guilty. He's not concentrating on her. He hasn't concentrated on her since she's been here. That's rude. And as rude as it is, he still can't keep from concentrating on Chloe.

He has to put a finger over lips again, shushing her.

He's really screwed.

He has to touch Chloe. It keeps her mouth off of him, and that keeps him from setting people and stuff on fire; yet touching her makes these quiet little whimpers and gasps come out of her mouth, and every time she does that, he feels like he's going to light something up.

It's a win-win. No, it's a lose-lose. A very bad catch-22; so he can't figure for the life of him why his hand has moved down her body again; or why it hasn't stop at her stomach this time, or why it's dipped even lower, slowly coming into contact with the top of her panties.

It's all her fault really.

Her thighs are parted, granting him easy access. Or he would've stopped before. He's sure of it.

Then why is he still going? Why has he lifted the top of her panties with the tip of his index finger, and why have his other fingers-

He freezes.

It didn't help.

Chloe's mouth, it's on him again.

His plan to keep Chloe from making him set the-

He needs to stop lying to himself.

He needs to just admit to himself that he wants this.

He wants Chloe.

Now.

Suddenly he jumps up off of the couch, bringing Chloe with him.

Lana jumps too; but as a response to his sudden movement; and he's sorry he startled her so bad.

He positions Chloe quickly, strategically holding her so that she's hiding his exposed and very wet boxers.

To his relief, Chloe doesn't miss a beat. She continues to feign sleep while whimpering sleepily, wrapping her arms around his neck, letting her legs dangle like dead weight, and resting her head on his shoulder.

She's good. He'll give her that; and in a few more seconds he's going to see just how "good" she is. But first, he's got to break up with Lana. She has to go; and he's sorry about that. Really he is. He's a nice guy. He would never do anything to hurt her. If only he'd realized that he wanted Chloe before he asked Lana out, well, he wouldn't have asked her out. He would've been able to save her from this heartache that she's about to endure in a few minutes.

She's a nice girl. She doesn't deserve this.

"Lana, I'm going to put her to bed; it's not working," he says through clenched teeth. Yes he wants to be nice; but he is pressed against Chloe, and he wants more; but he can't get it until Lana leaves.

"Okay," Lana smiles back sweetly; but inside, she's jumping for joy. Clark's finally giving in! He's going to put Chloe upstairs where she belongs. Then he's going to come back down stairs to her.

Clark nods at her. She really is the nicest girl on the planet; but he doesn't want nice. He wants naughty.

Now.

He hurries upstairs, going as fast as he can without actually going as fast as he can.

Once inside his bedroom, he dumps Chloe onto his bed a little unceremoniously before stretching over her and kissing her lips.

"Stay right here," he growls.

Then he speeds into another pair of jeans before giving Chloe another abrupt kiss and leaving the room.

He slams the door shut behind himself; but not because he's mad.

He's in a hurry.

Chloe sits up and touches a finger to her lips as soon as Clark leaves.

He kissed her.

He ran her upstairs, dumped her on the bed, kissed her, told her to stay put, and then he kissed her again before leaving.

She scrambles out of the bed quickly.

She can't stay here! She has to get ready; and fast. Who knows when he'll come zipping back up here!

When Clark gets back downstairs, he frowns. Lana's still sitting down on the couch, and her shoes are still off. She looks comfortable. He doesn't want her to be comfortable. He wants her to go home. It's Christmas Eve. Shouldn't she be with family?

He feels guilty for the abrupt thoughts. That was mean. He's just not thinking straight because he's in a hurry to get back upstairs.

He has to be nicer; let her down gently.

He approaches her, then bends down before her and puts her shoes on her feet.

"Trying to get rid of me?" Lana asks with a smile.

The answer is yes; but he needs to find a way to say it nicely.

"Lana. I um, I can't"-

"Don't worry," Lana cuts him off. "I understand."

He's glad she's being so nice about this.

Lana's smile never wavers. She likes this. Sure, she doesn't want to leave; but her boyfriend is such a gentleman. He'd rather her leave to protect her virtue; and the fact that he's putting on her shoes for her; it makes her feel like she's Cinderella.

"And it fits," she says out loud when her shoes are on.

Clark frowns at her; and she's smiles in return.

"You really are prince charming, aren't you?" she says.

He has no idea of what she's talking about, but she doesn't seem very inclined to explain further.

He thinks a little.

Prince Charming.

Then he offers her his arm as well as a smile; hoping it's what she wants.

She takes it and smiles back. His smile widens. Soon she'll be gone. Soon he'll be able to go upstairs and-

"Clark?"

"What?" he blinks.

Lana giggles. He was just staring at her with the goofiest smile on his face; so she can't help but to not be mad at him. It's not like he was ignoring her because his mind was on a football game the way Whitney used to. He was just so mesmerized by her that he was, well, mesmerized.

"I said, you're sleeping here on the couch while Chloe's upstairs right? You have to be careful; she has a crush on you."

"That's ridiculous," Clark practically scoffs.

"I know right? You two are practically brother and sister. But it's true; everybody's known it for years," she smirks.

Clark blinks. They're not on the same page. He was saying that the idea of him sleeping on the couch is ridiculous. He and Chloe always sleep together.

Always.

They aren't supposed to, but it's habit now.

The first night Chloe stayed over, Clark was supposed to sleep in the living room and Chloe was supposed to sleep in his bed; but sometime during the middle of the night she woke up because of a bad nightmare. He crept upstairs and crawled into bed with her. He had every intention of sneaking back downstairs as soon as she fell asleep; but he got caught.

His parents came in a little while later to check on her; and they found the two of them instead. Then his parents talked to them about it; and they made it very clear that it was inappropriate. Clark went back downstairs with his head hanging down; but only because he was a little confused. He was only trying to help his friend. He didn't know that was wrong.

But then as soon as his parents were in bed again, Chloe got out of bed, went downstairs, and laid down on the couch with him.

He told her to go back upstairs.

She told him no.

He told her that they would get into trouble.

She told him that she was scared.

He told her that he would go upstairs with her; and watch her for a little while; but that was it.

She agreed; albeit reluctantly. But she didn't seem very inclined to move, so he picked her up and carried her back upstairs.

"You're strong," she told him when he put her in bed. He shrugged at her, and told her that when a person works on a farm they get strong, even kids.

"Oh," was her answer.

Then he started looking under the bed and checking the closet for her; but she didn't appreciate it. She asked him what he was doing, and when he told her that he was checking for monsters she rolled her eyes at him and told him that she's not afraid of the boogey man.

"Then what are you scared of?" he asked with a huge frown on his face. What else is there to be afraid of besides the boogey man?

"I don't know, I just don't like to be alone at night," was her answer.

He felt bad for her; but he couldn't stay, and he told her that. He turned to leave; and he was outside of the door when he first knew that he was going to get into a mountain of trouble in the morning.

He couldn't do it.

He couldn't leave her.

She was crying.

He couldn't just let her cry.

He went back into the room and got into bed with her. She smiled at him, said thank you, and turned over to face the wall. He smiled back at her back, deciding that mucking out the stalls at regular speed for a very long time wouldn't be too bad. Not after she gave him the semi-icky smile.

He was about to turn over and go to sleep as well, but a sudden movement caught his eye. When he saw that it was just Chloe doing something to her ear, he nearly turned over. She was just scratching; but then, she didn't stop.

Nobody's ear ever itches that bad.

Then she stopped.

He watched her for a few moments; just to make sure was okay, but that was it.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, she started doing it again; whatever it was that she was doing to her ear.

Then she stopped.

She kept doing that.

She'd start.

Then she'd stop.

Then she'd start again.

"What are you doing?" he whispered after a while.

"Going to sleep," she whispered back.

"No, with your ear."

"Sleep," she repeated.

It took him a minute; but he realized that she was putting herself to sleep. He thought it was weird. Normal kids sucked their thumbs, or their parents rubbed their backs right? That's what his mom used to do to him.

Then he remembered that her dad was always away, and from her description of The General, he couldn't imagine the man rubbing the girl's back until she fell asleep.

He felt sorry for her; and just watched her for a little while before asking her why she kept stopping and going; and telling her that if she just kept going without stopping she's fall asleep faster.

"My arm keeps getting tired," she answered while laying her arm down against her side to let it rest.

The answer was simple; obvious even, but he didn't think of it because his arm never got tired.

He leaned up on his elbow, hovering over a little; then he reached and tugged her ear gently.

"You're not doing it right," she sighed.

"Then show me how to do it right," he whispered back, not wanting to wake his parents.

She opened one eye and peeked up at him. Then she shrugged, turned over on her side to face him, reached her hand up to his ear, and showed him how to do it right.

He understood then why she needed it to go to sleep. It was heaven. It was better than heaven. And he closed his eyes, let his forehead drop onto hers, almost falling asleep until she kicked him and told him that he had to do her too.

So he did.

It took him a few tries; but he eventually got it right.

Then her eyes closed, and her arm dropped; soon afterward she was asleep, but he kept going until he fell asleep with his hand on her ear.

That's how Martha and Jonathan found them in the morning; and they weren't pleased.

Chloe and Clark got into trouble.

And they didn't just get into trouble that morning either. They got into trouble every morning she stayed over after that; because Clark couldn't say no to Chloe.

Eventually they stopped getting into trouble for it. Eventually, the parents just stopped coming to check on them.

It was a lost cause.

They just kinda hoped the children would grow out of it; but they never did. And now, Clark can't wait to get to the bed part and the touching part. He's going to touch way more than her ear tonight; and he can't wait; but he has to wait, because Lana's still standing in his doorway.

He shifts a little from side to side. His jeans are still incredibly tight. He needs to go upstairs. He needs Lana to get the hell out of his house and go home. But he has to be nice.

"Goodnight Lana," he interrupts her with a smile. "I'll make sure I talk to Chloe about that in the morning; but right now, I have to fix the couch up for myself," he says with absolutely no intention on sleeping on the couch; but hoping he's said the right thing to get her out the fastest.

Apparently he did because she's smiling again. That's good. She just needs to take that smile, put it in her car and drive it to her house.

"Goodnight Clark," she grins back before leaning in.

He realizes she wants a kiss, but he can't do that.

"Lana if I kiss you"-

"Oh, right."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

"I didn't mean to"-

"No, I get it."

"Okay."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Really?"

"I hope you got me something special for Christmas," she says before practically skipping to her car.

Clark shakes his head in confusion. He thought they just broke up. Why does she want a Christmas present from him tomorrow?

"Clark, I'm ready."

It was a low whisper; but he heard it; and the fact that Chloe knew he would hear it just reminds him of all the teasing she purposely made him endure.

He rushes upstairs, bursting into his room.

"You better be ready because…"

He was going to tell her about how he's about to burst and can't wait; but the words die on his lips.

She's not where he left her. She's standing up, and she's smiling at him, and she's wearing what he thinks is an elf outfit. He's not too sure because he's never seen an elf wear a costume that revealing; yet the green and red colors just scream Christmas; and then there's the hat, and the pointed shoes…he thinks she's an elf.

Either way, she wasted a lot time putting it on. He's going to tear it off of her.

Now.

He rushes at her, and as if she can read his mind she braces her palms against his chest. It's meant to make him pause, but he doesn't have the time to. He has to…they have to…now; because he can't think straight.

He dips his head, quickly swooping in for a kiss; but she ducks out of the way.

"Not yet."

He wants to ask her why not; but he doesn't get the chance to.

She pushes him back. She not strong enough to do so unless he lets her; but if all the naughty things she kept doing before are indicators to what she wants to do with him now, he'll gladly let her have her every way with him… just as long as they get to the naughty parts soon. He's positively about to burst.

She sits him down in a chair. A chair. Where did the chair come from?

But he stops caring about where the chair came from and just becomes grateful for its existence when Chloe straddles his lap.

His hands drop down to her waist. You know, so she doesn't fall or anything.

Her hands drop to his, and she pushes them away from her.

Immediately, he places his palms on either side of her face and pulls until her lips meet his. He does it so quickly and smoothly that it seems as if it was his idea to move his hands from her waist.

"Wait," Chloe pulls back before Clark can deepen the kiss.

"For?"

"Not until I give Santa his Christmas present."

"But I am Santa," he breathes against her lips. If it's a verbal confession she wants…

Chloe smiles against Clark's lips; but as much as she wants to, she can't give in.

Not yet.

"Not until I give Santa his present," she repeats as she presses a finger to his lips.

"But"-

"You remember the present I had for Santa right?" she asks, and her seductive tone almost makes it hard for him to remember his own name, let alone a present.

Then he remembers it. The present she had sitting on the nightstand. She said it was for Santa; and he'd peeked, and he saw…he saw…

"Are you…peeking?"

He is. She's wearing it. The gift that was wrapped up in a box for Santa. She's wearing it now. There's only one way for her to give Santa his gift.

She has to take her clothes off. Or he has to. Whichever.

They should start working on that.

He wants his present now.

He reaches his hand under her skirt, attempting to get rid of the stockings. Technically, he doesn't need to get rid of all of her clothes. Just the underthings.

She jumps out of his lap gracefully. He has no idea how she achieved a graceful scramble out of his lap; but he could care less. He needs to concentrate on getting her back in his lap. He needs to concentrate on getting his present.

He stands up.

She pushes him back down. Again, he lets her; and while her hands are on his chest, his hands go to the backs of her thighs, lifting her up and sitting her down on his massive…aching part.

"No. No touching. Not until I give Santa his gift. That's the rule," she says while shaking her finger in front of his face as if he's a puppy.

He blinks at her. What kind of a rule is that? How is he supposed to get to his present if he can't touch?

"Do you understand?" she asks authoritatively.

He shakes his head. The answer is no. No with a capital N. He doesn't understand.

She raises her eyebrows at him and her mouth draws into a thin line.

She looks mad.

She looks sexy as hell; and he wants to fix her lips. They shouldn't be in that thin line. They should be relaxed and-

"Either follow my rules and get your present five minutes from now, or keep touching and then you won't get your present until Christmas. Do you understand now?"

He grimaces and nods his head. He understands that perfectly. Christmas is two hours away. He probably won't be able to wait a whole five minutes; but he's absolutely sure he'll die if he has to wait two hours.

"Good. Just stay here."

He frowns.

She's getting off of his lap.

She's walking away.

That's not fair.

"And no peeking," she calls over her shoulder.

Fine. He watches her tinker with his radio; but he's not really watching her tinker with his radio. He's watching her; and he's being naughty. She said no peeking. She didn't say he couldn't look. So he's looking. Staring really; and realizing just how big of an idiot he is. Chloe was ten when he met her. Just a kid. She was fun. She liked the same things he did. She climbed trees, and swam in the lake, and she ran around terrorizing the parents with him; or rather, he ran around terrorizing the parents with her. She was his best friend; practically a boy. Only, Chloe Sullivan is not a boy. She's got curves…everywhere.

When did she get those?

Music.

There's music playing now. He doesn't really want to listen to music. He wants to-

"Santa baby …"

Chloe's singing. She has a nice voice; but he has a little problem in his jeans that won't let him appreciate said voice. It just heard Chloe say something about him slipping his sable into her tree; and he would, he honestly would if she'd get rid of the stupid no touching rule.

Then she takes off her top, corset, vest, thing. Slowly.

He should have been allowed to do that.

He'd have done it much faster.

"And hurry down the chimney tonight," she sings while tossing the shirt away.

She's shirtless; but his gaze is fixed on her hips, Not only did she tell him to hurry down her chimney tonight; which he would really like to do but can't because he can't touch until she gives him the present; but they're moving. Her hips are moving. She's taking off her clothes, and dancing.

He looks down at his lap. If he's going to set something on fire, it might as well be himself. One; it wouldn't hurt him because he's well, an alien. And two, if he wasn't an alien, it still wouldn't hurt him because he's already on fire.

And it feels good.

But it would be so much better if she would just-

She plops down into his lap.

Oh God, he's got a lap full of Chloe.

And she doesn't have a shirt on.

And he's not allowed to touch.

Why isn't he allowed to touch?

"I'll wait up for you dear," she sings. And he wishes she'd stop. Why do they have to wait? He's already "up." He's been up for a while. He needs to hurry up and get down.

"And hurry down the chimney tonight."

"Exactly," he says. He so glad she understands.

She stands up.

He stands up.

She pushes him back down.

"Think of all the fun I've missed," she continues.

Okay, he's sorry about that. Really he is. He knows he should've noticed that they could've been doing things for a while now. He knows that he should've realized he wanted her way before tonight.

"Santa honey…"

Oh, and he's sorry he didn't tell her that's he's Santa until tonight. He should've told her years ago.

"I've been an angel all year…"

Clark can't help but to wonder if angels take off their skirts the way Chloe's doing right now. If so, God's a lucky man. If not, Clark Kent doesn't care because right now, he's the lucky man.

He can see his present now. It's almost time.

"Santa baby, I'm filling my stockings with…"

He can see stockings. He'd very much like to rip them off of her so that he can get to his present; but he can't. He can't touch or she'll make him wait even longer. He hasn't made it this far only to screw up near the end. He shifts a little when she begins to approach him again; lifting each thigh just a little so that he can put his hands underneath. If she sits in his lap again, he doesn't know if he'll be able to keep from touching. It's better to take preventative action.

She smiles at him knowingly before doing it; before sitting in his lap…again.

He keeps his eyes on her face; more preventative action. If he looks down a t her shirtless chest, he'll want to touch. If he looks down at her skirt less thighs, he'll want to rip those stockings. His best bet is to keep his eyes on her face; on those lips, that keep moving because she's singing; but he can't help but to remember what they're capable of; what he's seen them do, what he's felt them do.

He leans in closer. He just wants a little taste. He remembers how they taste. Although it was a very short and abrupt kiss he'd given her before when he dumped her on his bed and ran downstairs to get Lana to go home; it was still a very-

She stands up.

He stands up.

She's not wearing a bra anymore.

When'd she take off her bra?

She smirks at him and makes motion with her hand.

He sits down immediately.

She turns away from him, showing her back.

It's not fair.

Her bra's off. He should be allowed to see.

He should be allowed to touch…again.

He nearly scowls at her as she asks him to trim her Christmas tree.

He would do that; but he can't from all the way over here; and to top it all off, she's being a huge tease. She's undoing her shoes, but the way she's bent over…she's being a tease, and she's doing it on purpose. He should just look away; but really he can't. She really does have mesmerizing curves.

Finally, she turns back around; and she tells him that she really believes in him.

"Let's see if you believe in me."

He gets it. It's not really fair for him to be hissy fitting about having to wait for five minutes. She's waited way longer for him. Lana said so. She told him that Chloe's had a crush on him for years; and that everybody knows about it; everybody except him of course. He can only imagine how annoyed she got about his constant pining after Lana; but she never complained. She was always his friend. And she always-

They're off!

The stockings are off!

Now she's wearing nothing but his Christmas present. Figures she's save the best for last. She always does. And now, he can have them!

He gets up.

She pushes him back down.

"What?" He nearly whines.

"Not until I give them to you," she answers firmly with an arched eyebrow.

He watches her shimmy out of them as slow as she possibly can. She can't be serious.

But she is serious. She's stopped singing. She's just dancing; and she's holding his present in her hand.

She's totally naked. She's not even wearing the hat anymore; but he doesn't look at her, His eyes stay trained on her hand, the hand with his present in it. He can't have the naked Chloe until she gives him the present.

Then she approaches him; slowly of course. He doesn't blink, not even once, as she holds the present in front of his face. It's panties. No, it's a thong. No, it's two strings tied together, and she wore it as panties.

"And hurry down my chimney…"

She drops the present into his lap, and before she can say "tonight," she's in bed, sprawled on her back; and he's on top of her, getting rid of his boxers.

"Whoa! Slow down!" She yells.

He does.

Immediately.

He was a millisecond away from just…

But if he would've done that, he would've hurt her. He wasn't thinking; and he knows better than this. He may not have sex before, but he's met Chloe's cousin a few times and she seems to know a lot about it. Despite the fact that he didn't want to hear it, she told him a thing or two about girls; and how he has to be careful because he could really hurt them if they weren't ready.

Now he realizes she was talking about Chloe. Lois Lane doesn't really care for Clark too much, or random girls, but she is very protective of her cousin, and she wanted to make sure he did her right the first time.

Looks like Lana wasn't exaggerating when she said that everybody knows about Chloe's crush on him.

"Sorry," he apologizes; both for nearly rushing her, and for being an idiot.

"It's okay, you just startled me. I'm not really used to the fast moving thing yet," Chloe smiles back.

He likes the way she said yet; like they'll keep doing this until she gets used to it.

He finishes taking off his boxers; but slowly. He has to do everything slowly, and gently, so that he doesn't hurt her.

"Clark, I didn't mean for you to go that slow," Chloe says with a roll of her eyes.

"Lois said I have to be gentle with a girl if it's her first time," Clark explains with a frown.

Chloe should know that. She was there when Lois was telling them about that stuff.

Chloe rolls her eyes again.

"Well this will be my second time, so can you be a little less gentle."

"Okaaaaa-wait a minute. What do you mean by second time?"

Chloe closes her mouth and frowns. She thought he knew. Everybody knows. That's why Lana called her easy; because afterward, the guy told a few people, and those few people told a few people; and then they told, and so on and so forth.

She doesn't really understand why it was a big deal; There are a lot of people who've done it way more times than she has. She guesses that the main problem is not that she did it; it's the fact that they didn't understand why she did it. If she was in love with Clark, why have a one night stand with another guy?

But then again, she should've really figured that no one would tell Clark. Sure, he's a mild mannered farm boy; but he's also very big; and a bit, well, very overprotective when it comes to her. There isn't a student or teacher at Smallville High who doesn't know that hurting Chloe Sullivan will result in some major repercussions.

"Chloe?"

"Okay, I might've"-

"With who?"

"A guy that"-

"Name."

"Clark"-

"Name!"

"Eric."

"Summers?"

"Yeah."

"The senior with the car?"

"Yeah."

"The one Dad told you not to date?"

"Well, we didn't technically"-

"When?"

"About eight months ago."

"Where?"

"Details?"

"No," Clark sighs almost angrily. He doesn't want to know the details. He doesn't even want to know why she kept this from him. He kept something from her too.

What he wants to know is why she didn't wait for him. They could've done this for the first time together. A lot of their first time experiences had been together. This one is a major first. She should've waited for him.

But then, how long does he expect her to have waited for him? He made it perfectly clear to her that he wanted Lana. That's all he ever talked about. She probably figured he wanted to have his first time with Lana; and he did.

This is his fault.

"Are you going to tell Pop," Chloe asks.

He looks down at her. She's smiling; and he knows why. He's lying on top of her; they're both completely naked; and they're most definitely still going to have sex.

She's being sarcastic.

He can be Sarcastic too.

"Dad left me in charge. I'll handle it."

She nearly laughs; but then he starts to, well, handle it; and the laughter dies away.

It's not funny.

It's…bigger than Eric's.

Better.

"Clark," she moans

He moans her name as well before squeezing his eyes shut. He's about to explode; and he just started! That's not a very good way to handle anything.

He glances up at the clock.

Twenty eight seconds.

That's how long he's been handling it.

Just twenty eight seconds.

He needs to go for at least ten minutes.

He's going to go for at least ten minutes. Not a second under. Not even if it kills him.

"Clark!"

She's really loud. No one's around to hear her; but it's distracting. It's making it harder for him to handle it for the full ten minutes.

"Cla-ark!"

His hands are full. They're clenched on either side of Chloe's head, full of his bed sheet. So he can't cover her mouth with one of those. He needs to keep them there…on the bed. Otherwise he'll hurt her.

That's not an option.

"Clar-mmph,"

He fixed that.

All he needed to do was cover her mouth with his and-

Oh no. He's about Chloe on fire.

Her hand is on his ear.

Why is she doing that?

He opens his mouth; about to tell her to stop; but she speaks first.

"Do me."

He opens his eyes. No longer afraid of setting her on fire.

He would never do that.

Not her…

But is she crazy? He can't do her! He needs his hand to stay right where it is so that he doesn't break any of her bones when he gets the urge to clench his fist; which is an ongoing urge right now.

"Please," she whimpers; and he immediately regrets opening his eyes. How is he supposed to say no when she's looking up him like that?

The answer is he can't.

Not verbally at least.

So he closes his eyes and lowers his face down to kiss her again; but he gets her cheek.

She's turned her head.

"Please," she begs once he opens his eyes; and this time he can't say no.

He slows down a little, needing to concentrate on his hand.

He unclenches it, and lays it flat against the bed.

So far so good.

"My arm's get-getting tired," she hiccups.

Immediately he reaches for his ear, removing her hand, and laying her arm down to let it rest.

He did it.

He touched her without breaking anything. Usually, it's no big feat; but right now, while he's handling it and trying to keep from exploding at the same time. It's like he…like he did something that's nearly impossible to do.

It's kinda hard to think straight when he's handling it.

He touches her more; running his fingers down her arm, interlacing his fingers with hers, tracing her palm-"

"Please," she whispers before digging her heel into the back of his thighs.

He gives in immediately; reaching his hand to her ear and tugging gently.

Literally thirteen seconds later, something starts to happen inside of her. It's like she's squeezing him or something…from the inside. He doesn't know if she's doing it on purpose or not; he just knows that he's not going to last ten full minutes.

His hand, the one that was still clenching bed sheets, moves over to her body and grabs her hip. He didn't tell it to; it just happened; and he's glad. It makes handling it easier; being able to keep her where he needs for her to be instead of letting her slide all over the place.

Then her eyes close, and she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

It's too much.

He looks up at the clock.

Four minutes and forty six seconds.

Five minutes.

That's his new goal.

He just needs to make it to five minutes.

That's fourteen seconds from now.

He can do it.

And he does. But not without a fight. Not without some yelling, and sweating, and teeth clenching, and maybe just a little bit of cursing.

And now, he needs to get off of her. He's heavy.

But he can't move.

"Chloe?"

"Hmm?" she responds. He can tell she's nearly asleep.

"Okay?" He asks.

"mm-hmm"

"Chloe?"

"hmm?"

"Lying?"

She shakes her head; She's not lying. She really is okay. Better than Okay.

"Chloe?"

But Santa really needs to stop talking. She's sleepy. He did a real good job of putting her to bed this time.

"Chloe?" he repeats.

"Hmm?"

"Open your eyes."

She doesn't want to; but she does.

He's propped on an elbow, smiling at her.

She smiles back. And she can't help it. She has to do it.

"Pop is going to kill you," She tells him.

"Telling?"

"Mm-hmm."

"You'll get in trouble too."

"Nuh-uh."

"Why not?"

"You're in charge. You're responsible for me," she smiles.

But Clark frowns. She's right. He'd get into more trouble than she would if the parents ever found out about this.

"What do you want," Clark sighs.

"Cookies."

"Those are Santa's cookies."

"There's no such thing as Santa,"

"Chloe!"

"What?"

"Santa's real!"

"Prove it."

"How?"

"Guess."

Clark grins at her. He has a pretty good idea of what it will take to prove Santa's existence. He also just figured out what she wants for Christmas. He just doesn't know if he can wait until 12am to give it to her.

Chloe frowns. Clark is frowning; and she knows that look. It's the "I'm thinking about Lana" look.

"Is Lana okay?" Chloe asks, though she could really care less.

"I was just thinking about her Christmas present," Clark answers; amazed but not very surprised that she can pretty much read his mind.

"What about it?"

"I don't think she's going to like it very much. Maybe you should give it to her."

Chloe frowns. What's that supposed to mean?

"What is it?" she asks, her curiosity getting the best of her.

"Guess," he whispers before leaning in and kissing her.

"A black eye," Chloe supplies. It's what she'd like to give her.

"Nope," he smiles.

She can't believe he's smiling. She expected him to reprimand her for threatening the girl.

"Guess again," he says simply.

Chloe frowns up at him.

The look he's giving her right now. She knows it; but can't believe he's aiming it her way.

She knows what Lana's getting for Christmas.

A broken heart.

"Maybe you should give it to her," Chloe tells Clark.

It's not her place to tell Lana that she and Clark no longer are. Even though it would please her to do it; Clark needs to.

"I'll give you something," Clark coaxes with a huge grin.

He's just playing with her. He likes to handle his own responsibilities. He'll break up with Lana as soon as Christmas morning comes.

"Like what?"

"Whatever you want."

"Cookies."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Why?"

"They're for Santa."

"There's no such"-

"Don't you dare say it!"

"Thing as Santa," she finishes with a wicked grin. She knows what's coming next.

"Fine. I'll just have to prove it to you," he grins back. He knows what's coming next.

He's going to prove to her over and over and over again that he's real.

~The End~

A/N: So, there it is. Do you guys see how long this sucker is! I nearly died trying to get it all finished before bedtime. Anyway, we all know that I hate to write love scenes; but the strip tease dance thing. That was not my fault. For those of you who've read Boundaries, you know what a command card is. Well I gave some to The Fallen Sky and one of his commands was to have Chloe dress up as an elf, strip for Clark, and not allow him to touch her. I know, I know, why would a girl who claims to hate writing intimate situations give command cards to a self-proclaimed pervert. The answer is because I'm dumb. Very, very dumb; but I really hope you guys enjoyed it anyway; and that I didn't mess it up. I think I'm going to add stripteases to the list of things that I don't like to write. Any way The Fallen Sky; this makes 4 and 2/3 out of 8. Yay! Only 3 and1/3 more to go!