[for Chloe]

[hero_farmboy]

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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"That to," she admits, walking closer to him. "Especially when you blush."

[hero_farmboy]

"Right. I forgot that part," he says softly closing the rest of the distance between them, little as it is be now.

"You're pretty cute when you blush, too, you know."

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," she answers as she smiles up at him.

And then? She is kissing him once again.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark is okay with kissing. More than okay, in fact, and instantly his arms go around her again, pulling her tight against him.

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

As she kisses him, she slowly starts backing away to her room.

What he doesn't realise won't hurt him.

[hero_farmboy]

Chloe - any Chloe - is a wily creature. Were Clark thinking clearly, he would remember this. But he's not, and so it is indeed a successful plan. The kiss even remains intact.

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

It's not long before her back is against the door to her room, carefully pushing it open without breaking the kiss too much.

Her hands have begun to explore his back again. And once they cross into her bedroom, she begins to pull his shirt up.

[hero_farmboy]

Her hands are nice and small and warm and, well, it's just his shirt, right? That's no big deal, so he breaks the kiss long enough to help her with that before puling her close again.

If there is a bed in this room, it's escaped his notice.

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

Before he pulls her back to him, she does manage to get quite the eyeful. Yeah, Chloe decides: totally hot.

Now, she thinks (or would if not running on autodrive with all the sensations), is the perfect time to acquaint Clark with the bed. As she kisses him, pressing her cleavage up against his chest, she begins to walk backwards again. It's a walk that continues until her legs hit the bed and she loses balance.

[hero_farmboy]

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?"

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

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.

[hero_farmboy]

"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?"

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

"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.

[hero_farmboy]

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

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

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

[hero_farmboy]

"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."

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

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

[hero_farmboy]

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

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

"And what's that, Clark?"

[hero_farmboy]

"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."

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

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."

[hero_farmboy]

"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?"

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

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

[hero_farmboy]

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?"

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

Chloe nods, absolutely sincere. "I promise."