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The afternoon sun is shining into the big windows of the coffee shop brilliantly. It paints everyone in a natural light bringing out a glow and flushed appearance. It's impossible to be in a gloomy mood in this place.
Lana has gotten use to the smell of coffee and pastries, so much so that it's become a comfort to her senses. Whenever she's stressed it fades when stepping foot into this place that's become precious to her.
The chatter of conversation becomes a distant buzz when she's busy but especially so in the presence of Clark Kent.
Although right now she doesn't want to be around him. She's walking away as he gives her another apology.
"Lana, I want to apologize for what I said about the poem." she hears him behind her.
With a shrug she turns around, "I guess poetry is not for everyone."
This is why she didn't want to show it to him in the first place. It seems he's not aware of it but Clark can be incredibly jealous when another man shows her attention. Honestly, she understands where he's coming from but things have been rough between them.
This could have all been avoided if he actually gave them a chance to be a proper couple. It's like everytime she thinks they may be on the same page he completely flips it. By now she knows that although it may look like a man wants you he can show you just how little you mean to him.
Clark stops before her, "I was just surprised that you would show it to Pete and Chloe and not me." His voice softens with vulnerability.
She hates how easily he can melt away her irritation with just his voice or his intense puppy blue eyes.
Craning her neck to look him in the eye, "You can't expect me to share everything with you if you're not gonna do the same."
Lana won't admit it outright but Clark brings out a type pettiness that she would never expect from herself. A little flirting with Byron and now he's cornering her at her job.
He looks down and purses his lips before releasing a sigh. "Don't you think it's weird? This guy's sneaking around watching you."
The way Clark thinks he hides his jealousy is amusing sometimes. It's so obvious it almost hurts, his blue eyes become steel, the way he clenches his jaw it looks like it may break. It's like he wants to avoid her eyes while he also wants to watch her reaction.
She loves the way he widens his eyes when he's trying to be serious.
Lana's eyes soften and naturally a smile, almost smirk forms on her lips, "Come on, Clark. Tell me you've never watched somebody from afar." despite the flirtatious way she says it, she has a knowing look in her green eyes.
Clark closes his mouth and looks away. Tilting his head he locks eyes with her again. He looks incredibly conflicted. A flash of guilt, shame and surprise shows on his face.
Her smile widens because he looks like a cat getting caught on the counter. Guilty that you caught it and scared of what you'll do. No regret though.
"I'll see you later, Clark." she mumbles and turns to go back to work.
Her heart is racing and she can't stop the grin on her face. She knows they have too many disagreements. Not exactly arguments because they never raise their voices over eachother or use cruel language. Despite that she still ends up crying sometimes, she just hates when they don't get along.
If she's not crying then she's high off the tension. It's so complicated but she wouldn't trade it for anything.
Unfortunately the next two days are filled with more attitude and shorter conversations. The Byron situation took up a lot of their time and they couldn't have a proper conversation.
It seemed that Lana should have given Clark the benefit of the doubt. She just wanted to help Byron and thought that Clark was just being overprotective
Maybe she indulged in Byron's little crush too much.
Unsurprisingly, Clark would always be the man that owns her heart.
It was the end of the day and she decided the right thing to do was at least apologize. She's nervous of course, she knows he's not exactly happy with her.
She makes her way up the wooden stairs and little by little his large figure comes into view.
"What are you doing here, Lana?" He asks with his back turned to her.
Clark is dressed in a white t-shirt and dark pajama pants. Staring out of the square opening in his wall where fresh air always flows in. The last rays of sunlight makes it way into the barn and outlines him.
"I- Clark I'm sorry for the way I've been treating you."
"You were trying to help a friend, there's no harm in that."
She nods yet she's not entirely convinced by his dismissive tone.
Clark is a sincere person so he deserves an earnest apology.
"If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, let me know." She walks up to him and bites her lip.
Clark sighs and turns his head to look at her, "I gave poetry a go."
She's surprised by this, "Yeah? What'd you think?" she asks a little excited.
He looks away, "It's not for me."
Lana laughs surprising him, "I like that you're honest."
Clark cocks an eyebrow, "Really?"
She rolls her eyes and nods becoming quiet. Lana stares at the side of his face. A breeze blows the dark strands of his hair lightly and his lashes flutter.
They always have deep conversations every other day, sharing a part of themselves to feel more connected.
Lana doesn't even remember how it came to be like that. She's always the one that approaches him but she's proud of herself that she's putting herself out there. She understands that Clark is on the shy side.
Despite everything she can proudly say that she at least put it effort to make this work.
This evening there's a different look in his eyes. It's similar to how he glanced at her whenever Byron flirted with her.
Looking down at her hands, perhaps she should make it up to him? She hopes she can.
"I hate the way you let him touch you." Clark mumbles and her head snaps to look at him.
Eyebrows pulled together, his eyes are narrowed from how harsh a few rays hit his face. There's a blush over his cheeks and nose.
"Hm?"
"You did that on purpose didn't you?"
Lana bites her lips and looks away. Could it be she pushed him too far?
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Clark scoffs softly and stands up straight, "I saw the way you kept looking at me for a reaction." he backs away from the opening in his wall as she moves closer, "Do you even know how hard that was for me, Lana?"
He keeps talking in that soft breathy voice.
Her eyes flit between his low hooded ones and plump lips. "Didn't think you cared."
The lie slips out easily and craving reassurance she jumps on the flat surface of the opening. Clark's eyes harden. He had told her in the past not to do that because he doesn't want her to fall.
Despite the window base giving her a little height he's still taller. If someone came up behind him they probably wouldn't be able to see her at all. He's just so big.
As she licks her lips his blue eyes flick down to watch the motion.
"You know that's not true, Lana."
"You have a funny way of showing it."
He blinks, "Me? You're the one who's flirting with another person in front of me."
"Maybe because that's the only way to get your attention."
Clark's eyebrows smooth out and his eyes widen. "My attention?"
She points at him and he moves closer, "Yes Clark. I'm tired of the push and pull between us. I know you feel the same way so what's holding you back?"
Lana rolls her eyes as he simply stares at her.
"Exactly." She scoffs and goes to move past him but he grabs a hold of her elbow. Steadying her where she's sitting.
Clark kisses her like it's his last time. He gives it his all and he swallows her surprise gasp. Lana doesn't even fight his advances because he's giving her exactly what she's been wanting.
Their lips move in sync at first before his tongue pushes into her mouth. Despite his appearance Clark has always been a messy kisser. She gasps a little and breathes him in. Her arms are wrapped around his neck, one hand in his fluffy hair.
He parts her thighs as he steps closer. This causes her to lean backwards causing him to break the kiss.
He looks a little concern and she almost rolls her eyes. Lana rarely feels scared for herself around him, in his arms she feels safe and warm. She doesn't think she feels that way around anyone else.
With that thought in mind she pulls at the collar of his shirt and locks her lips on his. Immediately his hands tighten around her waist keeping her close to him as he stands between her thighs.
The hand that was on her jaw, holding her the way he wanted slides down. Clark's large hand encloses around her throat but he doesn't squeeze. Their tongues are caressing eachother and she doesn't even think about how messy and gross it may look or register the fact that his parents may come up here.
Lana feels his breathing pick up on her cheek. All she knows and cares about is how Clark's scent draws her in, the pressure between her thighs and on her neck. All she can think about is his body, how big his shoulder are, his large hands, his lips and his warm tongue.
The sound of his dad's tractor below them makes them break apart. Clark lifts Lana and puts her down where she's standing on her feet. Still she grabs onto his biceps because she's feeling a little weak in the knees.
The shy farm boy has her body vibrating with want.
She stares at the side of his face again as he glances to where his dad's footsteps fade.
"I should go," Clark looks back at her with furrowed brows, "Nell is not home and I have to call her soon to make sure everything's still okay."
He looks disappointed but so cute. Lana grabs his face so he can look at her.
Blue eyes meet green eyes, the lust in them clear as day.
She glances at the clock behind him, "After the call, I'm taking a shower in less than fifteen minutes."
Ignoring the confused look on his face she gives him one last kiss and leaves him standing there. She knows he watches her all the way until she enters her front door.
After cleaning up a little in her room she takes a quick shower. Lana makes sure to lotion her entire body, put on that fruity lip gloss before she leaves the bathroom in a pink towel.
Lana's not exactly sure how long she took. Entering her room she looks towards the Kent house from her window. She sees a head of fluffy hair sticking out above a familiar telescope. She knows she's right on time.
Having purposely opened her window and curtains all the way she knows Clark has a perfect view of most of her room.
A thrill runs down her spine and she turns around to hide her grin. She drops the pink towel, stepping out of it she slowly makes her way to her bed where her underwear lay. The pair of lilac lace barely covers anything but it fits snug on her ass and pushes up her boobs nicely.
Stomach full of butterflies she puts on the panties, her back still turned to him.
Clark may think he's sneaky but the only reason he's gotten away with this for so long is because she allows it. She can't believe he didn't question why her curtains are always open.
Of course she never did anything like this before but she thought about it a lot.
Pushing her long hair back she turns to face him when she puts on the bra. Lana looks straight to where the telescope is and it moves as if to look at different parts of her body.
Lana puts her hands on her hips and tilts her her head to the side. She really hopes he is smart enough to get the idea.
In the meantime she puts on a fluffy robe and brushes her wet hair once again.
It's not long before she hears a knock on the front door.
That was really fast. She giggles as she skips down the stairs and opens the door.
"That was quick."
Before her stands Clark Kent. FLushed cheeks, wide eyes and wind swept hair hair. He's trying his hardest to keep his eyes above her collar.
God, he really is beautiful.
"How long have you known?"
"A while," she grabs his hand and pulls him up the stairs, "You are not exactly subtle."
She hears him choke, "T-then why didn't you say anything?" Clark clears his throat.
"Didn't wanna ruin your fun."
He pulls her by her hand hard and she crashes into his body. Pushing her against the wall next to her bedroom door he kisses her with barely controlled force.
She moans softly as she finally feels his hands explore her body.
"I want you, Clark." Lana mumbles against his lips.
"Only me?"
She nods and pecks his lips, "Always."
He closes his eyebrows and she watches the way his thick brows pull together and his lashes flutter.
"Then prove it."