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[for Chloe]

Clark is not nervous. Not at all. That pacing he's doing outside Chloe's apartment building? Totally not nerves. It's just a second date and the first one was the one he was nervous over. This one should be a breeze.

He just needs a minute.

Finally, after taking a quick look around to make sure no one's watching, he takes a deep breath and speeds up to her apartment, knocking lightly on the door.

It's hard to not just walk in.

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Clark follows, only half aware that's what he's doing, so distracted is he with cleavage and kissing and further exploring Chloe's rear.

But then there's loss of balance and falling and instincts kick in fast enough that he manges to brace himself with a hand on either side of her, taking most of his weight. Still, there is immediate concern.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

Chloe laughs, brushing his hair out of his face.

"I'm fine, Clark. I kind of meant for this to happen."

Take a look around you, Clark Kent, and meet Mr Bed.

"Chloe, I could have seriously hurt you," he frowns and then it finally appears to sink in exactly what happened.

"...how did we get here?"

"I told you, I trust you."

Even if he's some guy she hardly knows, some instinct tells her that he's a guy she can trust without a doubt.

"As for getting here: you were too caught up in that kiss," she answers, lifting her head upward to peck at his lips again.

"You tricked me," he murmurs between kisses. "That's not fair." He doesn't really sound all that upset by it, however.

"It's perfectly fair," she murmurs back between kisses. "You wouldn't have gotten here on your own."

"No, I wouldn't," he agrees, settling beside her on the bed, leaning on one elbow while his other hand tangles in her hair. "And I shouldn't be here, but I don't want to leave."

"Maybe you should be, Clark," Chloe says quietly, studying his face intently. "I don't want you to leave either."

"It's just," he sighs, stroking his thumb along her cheekbone, "I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into."

"And what's that, Clark?"

"I'm... I mean I haven't, uh, not with my powers, so," Clark manages to mumble, blushing furiously and not looking at Chloe. "I don't know what'll happen."

Chloe laughs. It's probably not the appropriate thing to do at the moment, but it's her solution to this nonetheless.

"Come on, Clark. How many times do I have to tell you in a day that I trust you." She smiles a little more gently, tilting his head to look at her. "There's only one way to find out, you know. And I'm pretty sure you want this as much as I do."

"I don't trust myself, Chloe." He does look at her though, still clearly conflicted and, well, frustrated. "What if I can't control it?"

"I think you can," she replies honestly. "You've controlled all your powers so far. You need to start giving yourself more credit, Clark."

He looks at her for a moment, very, very seriously, running his fingers along the hair framing her face.

"You absolutely promise you'll tell me the second anything goes wrong?"

Chloe nods, absolutely sincere. "I promise."

"Okay," he nods and then sighs.

And then seems to have no clue what to do next.

It's seriously adorable.

Chloe giggles as she snakes her hand around his head, pulling down towards her. She kisses him deeply before leading a trail of kisses to his ear.

"You can start by undressing me," she whispers. "And when we get up to it, I have condoms in the drawer of that table."

Which, of course, may just be said to make him blush more.

The kiss is returned and then he starts to follow her advice, sliding his hands up along the sides of her body, taking her shirt with them.

And then that one particular word makes him tense up again. "Uh," he lifts his head to give her an almost apologetic look, "I'm not so sure those are going to work. Maybe we should wait until we get something figured out?"

Uh uh. They've made it this far and at this point, Chloe just wants to get some. She eyes him, pulling away slightly only to undo her bra.

"There's one way to find out, Clark."

He's about to contnue his protest, but then there are boobs. And not just any boobs, but Chloe's. As good friends as they are, he's never seen her in anything less than a bra. It's sort of fascinating in an entirely teenage guy kind of way and whatever he was about to say has been completely forgotten.

"Um, what?"

Chloe looks smug. Very smug.

"Kiss me, Clark."

Tentatively, he trails a hand down along her side and around to her back, tugging her against him, skin against skin and... okay, that feels really nice.

Then he does what she tells him to and kisses her, long and deep. Clark, it seems, is pretty good at following orders.

It totally feels nice. Chloe lets out a small groan of appreciation as he kisses her.

These are very good steps. Next up, she'll try getting him out of his pants.

Clark likes this step. It's a step he thinks he can get comfortable with, letting his hands roam over her warm, soft skin, seeing what other kinds of liitle sounds he can get her to make.

He's even starting to get ambitious, combining that with working his mouth down her throat and back up to her lips.

Yeah. He could sit on this step for a while.

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