Days of Bliss

TITLE: Days of Bliss

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 3

FANDOM: Smallville

SHIP: Clark / Lana

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Romance and Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Two

UNIVERSE: As per cannon, with an AU look at what I think could have happened during those idyllic few episodes when Clark and Lana were actually together.

DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The WB and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. Some smut and solo in this chapter, but no actual sex, YET.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - Deton8@mweb.co.za

Smallville, The Kent Farm, The Barn Loft, Afternoon

He still couldn't quite believe it. Not, ten minutes ago, he had been making out with Lana Lang. Lana Lang. And, man, could she kiss. She smelled and tasted of vanilla. He could still taste her, smell her, feel her hot, lithe body pressed to his. His dick throbbed in his pants at the memory.

They had been making out regularly for the last week that they had been together. Secretly stealing moments whenever they could but, this afternoon had been different. Something had changed and both he and Lana knew it. They had practically dry-humped each other on the sofa in the loft instead of studying for their up-coming finals. While their lips wrestled, their hands had been all over the place, exploring, making mental maps of the others bodies, yet skirting the overtly sexual areas. But, accidental contact was inevitable and it only seemed to fuel their avoidance further. They had broken apart, breathing heavy and flushed. Her eyes were bright as she looked down at him. He was sure she could feel his pulsing erection against her thigh through their jeans as she lay half on top of him. He watched as she seemed to come to some kind of decision.

"Clark, why don't we ride out this evening and have a picnic dinner?" she asked. "Sure." he answered without hesitation as he reached up and brushed an errant lock of hair that had fallen across her face. He couldn't help but softly caress her cheek as he moved his hand back. He felt her press her face into his gentle touch. "I'll pack a basket... You bring the blanket." she continued as she rose. There was something in the way she said the last part that got his attention and he sat up too. He watched as she worried at her lower lip with her upper teeth. "Was he reading the signals correctly? Did she really mean what he thought she did." he wondered. She was shifting nervously. He got up and wrapped his arms around her and she relaxed against him. "I love you and I would love to share a blanket with you." was the only thing he could think to say. She twisted in his arms so that she was looking up at him. He noticed her lower lip was still pinned behind her teeth. He leaned forward and down and lightly ran his tongue across her lip and teeth. She relaxed and her mouth opened as their lips joined and they kissed deeply. The tips of their tongues fenced with energetic agility and quick, light caresses. She broke their kiss with a groan. "So... That's a date. " she whispered, her voice low and husky. "Yeah, that's definitely a date." he answered, his voice not quite as steady as he would have liked. Her hand caressed his cheek as she moved away, saying: "See you in an hour." He nodded and waved as she left.

He watched her get into her car and drive away from the open window of the loft where he now stood. It just kept getting more unbelievable. Not only was Lana his girlfriend, be it in secret, if he understood their exchange correctly, she wanted them to become lovers too. He was going to make love to Lana Lang. He had never even dreamed of that possibility and here it seemed to be becoming a reality in a matter of hours or was it all in his head? Strangely enough as he worked through the excitement that the possibility presented, he realized that it didn't matter. He was still going to get to spend time alone with Lana, but that didn't mean he shouldn't be prepared. He stepped over to a chest of drawers and opened one of the lower ones. He took out a strip of condoms. He hesitated for a second, broke off two and dropped the rest back into the draw before closing it. He had enough time to gather some things they'd need, saddle the horses and grab a quick shower before she was due back. So he did...

Smallville, The Sullivan Residence, Lana's Room

Lana looked at her closet in dispair. "What did one wear to... to... to ones deflowering?" she asked herself finally admitting what it was she wanted to happen that evening. "Christ, she had come so close to simply doing it right there on his sofa." she thought. He had been more than ready. She could still remember the heat of his erection as it pressed against her thigh through the denim of their jeans. He would never know how wet she'd become. She was half lying on top of him his hands felt warm and comfortable at the small of her back and she still tingled where the back of his hand had lightly grazed the side of her breast. She looked down at him and made the decision. The panties she was wearing were still damp, even after the drive home. But, a quick, unplanned fumble on a sofa was not the way she imagined her first time and, this was one of the things she loved about Clark, he most likely wouldn't have let it happen that way. "Did it matter what she wore? She wouldn't be wearing anything when they..." she finally decided as she chose jeans that were comfortable for riding and a light blue crop top that would leave her midriff bare, she also took a white short sleeve shirt that she intended to wear open over it. She lay out on her bed. She opened her top draw and pulled out a matching set of black lace underwear. After, some consideration she dropped the bra back into the draw. If he needed any more of a hint as to what her intensions were, maybe it wasn't meant to be.

She had packed the basket with some cold fried chicken, sandwiches and salad. She would add some sodas before she left. She briefly thought about maybe getting a bottle of wine, but had decided against it. She didn't want anything to cloud the memory of that evening. She had enough time for a shower. She had been in heaven for the last week. For, the first time, in so long she allowed herself to let go. To enjoy herself and it was with Clark. They had danced around each other for so long and then... She felt so safe in his arms. She had dated Whitney for almost three years and she had never wanted to sleep with him, but Clark touched something deep inside her and she had felt the desire grow in her daily as they snuck around enjoying stolen moments.

She felt the hot spray hit her body and it felt good. She ran her hands through her long, dark tresses as they grew heavy with water before leaning her head back and letting the spray wash over her face. She started to soap up her body and the thought struck her that, in a short time, it would be Clark's hands touching her naked flesh. It gave her a little thrill to contemplate it and she felt her nipples harden even with the warm spray of the shower. She couldn't help herself. She cupped and squeezed her breasts with soapy hands and tweaked and pinched her distending nipples, all the while imagining it was Clark. That afternoon she had so wanted to guide his hands to caress her breasts. They had felt hot and itchy in the confines of her bra as they had been flattened and rubbed against his chest as they made out. She pulled at her left nipple and a little moan escaped her lips as she wondered what it would feel like if he sucked on it. She allowed one hand to continue playing with her tit flesh while the other made it's way down to soap her ribs and firm smooth stomach. She hesitated for just a second and then let her hand slide lower. His hands, and hopefully more, would be there soon. She let her fingers caress her outer folds before she let the middle one saw back and forth, full length, between her lips. She could feel her own wetness. It had a different texture to the water. She could also smell her arousal as it mingled with the steam. She took deep steadying breaths as she played with herself. She took her hand from her breast and braced it against the shower wall leaning forward so that the spray beat down on her neck and back while her finger stoked her most intimate flesh fast and harder on the up stroke to put pressure and her awakening clit. She started to lose control of her breathing as she slowly and deliberately let her finger slide inside her vagina. "His finger, fingers, would be bigger, longer and his penis even more so." she thought as she let her imagination run free. She probed herself with a slow rhythm feeling her inner muscles clench around her own finger. Her hips humped of their own account grinding herself into her palm and she was glad for the support from her other arm. Her rhythm sped up as the pleasure built inside her. Her breathing had been reduced to panting and she could feel little shivers running through her legs. At, her next in-stroke, she curled her finger in that way, that special way, she'd discovered and her body tensed in a blinding moment of release. It was sweet and frustrating at the same time. It felt really good, but at the same time she had the distinct feeling that something was missing. She let her arm that was bracing her relax and she let her forehead drop to the tiles of the shower. They were refreshingly cool. She managed to regain her breath when she realized she didn't know how much time had passed and she really didn't want to keep Clark, and she realized herself, waiting. She finished the rest of her shower quickly and in a very businesslike manner. Lana realized she had never really been horny before. She had touched herself before, in exploration and because it felt good, but she was now and she had to be honest with herself it was because of Clark.

She stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. The shower had been steamy in many respects and she pause a moment to wipe the mirror. Her reflection had a larger smile on it. She left the bathroom, dried off and got dressed. She paused with her panties in hand, but she got the mental image of Clark removing them and she knew she had to wear them.. She slipped on her jeans and then grabbed the bottle of vanilla moisturizing lotion off her dresser. She moisturized her arms and neck humming softly. She glanced over at the clock. She was cutting it a bit close, but she'd make it. She shrugged into the crop top. It felt good the way the material conformed to her shape. The soft cotton felt rough against her slightly erect nipples and she had to pull the material away a little to stop the distracting sensation. She put on the shirt and instead of letting it hang loose she tied it in a knot under her breasts. She ran a brush through her hair and checked herself in the mirror. Lastly, she slipped into her riding boots. On a whim she also grabbed her white, straw cowboy hat before leaving her room. She stopped at the refrigerator to get the sodas and as an after thought she scribbled a note telling Chloe that she was studying with Clark and posted it on the refrigerator with one of the myriad of magnets that were on it. She deliberately left out where they might be studying. She grabbed the basket and her car keys and left the house.

Clark's shower was a lot more prosaic. He had been so hard thinking about what might happen that he had been afraid to even touch himself. The first five minutes of his shower were cold. He dressed simply. Dark briefs, jeans, work boots and a black t-shirt. He fixed his hair in the mirror and in it's reflection he caught a glimpse of the two foil-wrapped condoms sitting on his dresser. And, his dick gave a little twitch in his pants as to what they represented. He swallowed, turned around, grabbed them off the dresser top and stuck them in his pocket. He paused a he was about to step out of his room he turned and looked back. A feeling came over him that the next time he stepped into this room everything would be different. He let his eyes wander over the room and then with a smile he closed the door and went down to the stables.

He'd gotten two blankets and had rolled and tied one to each of their saddles. He also grabbed a couple of lanterns although he didn't think they'd really need them. It had been a clear, hot, spring day and was shaping up to be a lovely still evening and after some quick calculations he realized it was also nearly full moon. Lana by moonlight, the thought flashed though his mind and his smile broadened. The sun had just begun to dip onto the horizon when he heard her car turn into the Kent farm entrance and suddenly he felt quite nervous and he found himself checking his hair and breath. He took a deep breath and led the horses out of the stable just as she pulled up.

Lana saw Clark as he exited the barn with the horses. She reached for the car door handle and then stopped. She watched Clark for a moment, then turned and reached for her purse instead. She dug through it's contents quickly, until she found the little foil package she had been looking for. She glanced up quickly to check on Clark and then slipped it into her jeans pocket. "I'm sure he'll be prepared. This is Clark Kent Boy Scout Extraordinaire we're talking about here, not to mention that I am on the pill, but it never hurts to think a head." she thought as she reached into the back seat to grab her hat and their picnic basket. She stepped out of her car and almost into Clark's arms. They greeted with an enthusiastic kiss and maybe if she had not been enjoying it so much she might have wondered how Clark had been able to lift her off her feet while still holding onto the reigns.

Clark smiled down at her as they broke the kiss and he lowered her back on her. "I love that strawberry stuff you put on your lips." he told her. She looked up at him and batted her eyelids while her lips formed an exaggerated pout. "So that's it. You're just after me for my lip gloss." She accused him, barely keeping the laughter out of her voice. "No. No. That's not true you also have a really fantastic ass." Clark quipped with a grin, She hit him on the shoulder with her at before they both broke out laughing.

When they finally got themselves under control, Lana slide her hat on her head and slid her now free arm around Clark's waist as he draped his free one over her shoulders and they began to walk with him leading the horses. "I was thinking Miller's Hollow by the creek." he suggested. She made a mock show of considering his suggestion and then with a smile and a nod she agreed. He attached the basket to the side of his saddle and then helped Lana onto hers, not that she needed the help, but he like having his hands on her and she didn't seem to mind.. He mounted and the rode off at a leisurely pace. Their destination was only about forty minutes away and they had plenty of light to get there. They chatted amiably about whatever came to mind, pointing out things of interest, like a family of rabbits or a hawk circling in the distance.

Clark could help himself. He would just occasionally reach out and touch her on her hand or her thigh. The novelty of it never wore out and the shy smile she flashed at him when he did, didn't suck either. He had noticed something else as the temperature dropped a little with the twilight of dusk and it had him feeling a touch guilty because he was staring whenever she wasn't looking and he had a chance. She was definitely not wearing a bra and he didn't need to use his x-ray vision. He could see the little bumps that were without a doubt her nipples as they pushed against the tight material of her crop top framed by her unbuttoned shirt. The way she'd tied it in knot to leave her midriff bare was kinda sexy and he found himself wondering what it would be like to touch the taut, smooth skin or even better yet, to taste it. The fact that she wasn't wearing a bra also strongly hinted at... He had one of those flashes go off in his mind, the kind where you see entire events in a moment, yet everything is tangible and very real. His eyes slide over her as she rode just a little ahead of him and he knew this night would change them both forever.

Lana smiled back at him as his hand brushed against her thigh. She liked the fact that he would touch for no other reason than that moment of physical connection between them. She had wondered over those last few days if he had always wanted to do that, simply touch her. She had been aware of his attraction to her, if not the depth of his feelings and she wondered what it had cost him to deny those feelings. But, it amused her that as special as Clark was he was still a guy. She knew exactly when he first noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. His eyes started flicking down before they flicked away from hers. He tried to hide it, but it just made it more obvious. He wasn't very good with deception, but that was one of the things she liked about Clark. His attention also made her feel quite sexy which in turn made her nipples harden even more. The steady gait of the horse also made her unrestrained breasts shimmy slightly against the material of her top and the stimulation made them harden even more. Had, Clark, thought about it he would have realized that it hadn't really gotten that much colder as the sun set.

They reached the ridge above the wide valley known as Miller's Hollow with the rays of the setting sun turning the world golden around them. She tipped her hat back to enjoy the sunset and an errant breeze blew strands of Lana's hair out behind her and across her face and Clark couldn't resist. He reached over and smoothed the dark strands back behind her ear letting his palm rest again her cheek. He felt her nuzzle against his palm before she took his hand in hers and lightly kissed his up turned palm. He leaned over to kiss her and as their lips met and hers parted under his eyes widened and he froze as she took control of his hand and placed it squarely on her left breast. Her hazel green eyes stared into his and he cupped the warm mound of flesh, feeling the hardness of her nipple press into his palm. He could feel the beat of her heart. His tongue slid into her mouth as he watched her eyelids flutter closed. He squeezed lightly and he could feel the vibration of her moan flow down his throat. He almost forgot where they were and if his reflexes hadn't been what they were they would both have ended up with their asses in the dirt or worse, but as it was, he managed to right them before they became totally unbalanced. It, of course, meant he had to break the kiss and the contact. He looked at her, searching her hazel/green eyes. "We're really going to do this?" Clark asked in a quiet hushed voice. "Yes, we are. Unless..." she answered in an equally solemn tone. "There's no unless, Lana. I want this too." he answered quickly and with certainty in his voice and she answered with a relieved smile as he placed his hand on hers where she had let it rest on the pommel of her saddle.

End of chapter 1 to be continued