Awakening

TITLE: Awakening

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 2 of ?

FANDOM: Smallville

SHIP: Clark / Lana

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Romance and Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Five

UNIVERSE: As per cannon.

SYNOPSIS: My take on what Lana and Clark might have got up to between the end of episode 2 and the beginning of episode 3 in Season 5.

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.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

CHAPTER TWO

They hadn't made it to her bed before doing it again. He had risen and helped her up from the rug. She let out a squeal of surprise that turned into a peal of laughter as he swept her up into his arms and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to the bathroom. It took her a moment to set the water and then he carried her under the spray. They kissed hungrily as he lowered her to her feet, her body sliding against his, her hands remained hooked behind his neck. He found a sponge and she found the shower gel and together they soaped each other up. The feel of his hands on her didn't reawaken the desire inside her, it hadn't really died, but it did bring it barreling to the forefront.

His desire was more apparent than her own as she felt him grow and harden against her belly. She smiled up at him in open invitation and backed slightly away from him until her back was against the cool damp tiles. Wreaths of steam rose around them as the shower continued to pour warm water on them. He grasped her waist and slowly lifted her, moving forward and between her legs. She felt his head slide through her folds and find her entrance. She wrapped her legs around his waist, balancing on his hips and her shoulders as they pressed against the tiles. He relaxed his grip and they both let out matching groans as she slid onto his shaft.

The angle was different, he touched different parts inside her, but it still all felt amazing. Their bodies slid together, wet and soapy, and their new position allowed her to be a more active participant. With, the brace of the wall and the position of her legs on his hips and her arms around his neck, she could lift herself or bear down on him to add impetus to their coupling. He also let her set the pace, allowed her to experiment. He explored as well, his hands sliding over her body and then he lowered his head to her breasts. She found herself worrying at her lower lip as he licked and kissed around, and finally began to suckle at her right nipple while she rolled her hips and tight little circles, her clit grinding against the base of his thick cock. She could swear there was a livewire connection between her breast and her pussy. Every time he sucked at her nipple her sex clenched and she felt a fresh flood of hot lube inside her. He moved to her other breasts with the same result. She moaned her encouragement and rode him harder.

Her mind spun with the pleasure running through her body, but some clear thoughts seemed to distill from that erotic centrifuge. She didn't just like sex, she actually loved it and if what they were doing in the shower was any indication, there was still a lot more to experience and explore. She fleetingly wondered if Clark was the key, but it didn't matter, she didn't want to have sex with anyone else. Thoughts like that fired her imagination and added to her passion as they moved in wild abandon. This time, her orgasm wasn't the knockout blow it had been on the floor of the living room, but instead a series of stunning jabs. Their lovemaking lasted longer this time and her sex, already sensitized seemed unable to allow the charge to build as big, but processed it in rhythmic surges that brought cries from her lips and grunts from his as she tensed tightly around him while he continued to plunge into her core.

Time became a meaningless concept. Their breathing was a ragged sound over the hiss of the shower and a counterpoint to the rhythmic slap made by their bodies colliding. He stopped sucking at her breasts, resting his head on her chest as they strained together. She felt his rhythm falter and then he cried out against her skin, his lips vibrating and he filled her with his hot seed in several hard, jerking spurts, his cock swelling and deflating against her tight flesh, setting off another cascade of tremor-inducing climaxes inside her. She gritted her teeth, grimacing slightly as they ground together, backs arching and muscles tensed in release. Pain and pleasure danced a complex jig as over-stimulated nerves jangled and sparked and muscles complained with the gentle, hot pulse of exertion. He moved forward, both of them groaning, pinning her back flat against the cool tiles of the wall, his head now on her shoulder. She was grateful for the support, she felt a bit limp and her legs were only still around him because her ankles were locked.

They rested like that, letting their breathing and heart rates slow and steady. He nuzzled at her neck and she sighed happily. "We're going to do this a lot, aren't we, Lana?" he asked, softly in the shell of her ear. "Promise?" she asked in return and they both chuckled. "I take it, that's a yes?" he persisted, lightly nipping at her earlobe. She clenched herself around his slowly shrinking cock. "What do you think, Clark?" she queried, continuing to evade his questions, but making her answer very clear. "I think... the waters starting to run cold." He replied as he finally shrunk out of her. "Think you can stand?" he asked and she nodded, unhooking her ankles and lowering her legs, but they didn't quite reach the floor as he held her in place and gave her a deep, lingering kiss, followed by a tender peck on her forehead as he lowered to her feet. She looked up at him with a suddenly shy smile. "Yes, I think we are going to do this a lot. I want to find out everything about sex, with you, Clark Kent." She relented and confided in him and he flashed her one of his trademark thousand watt smiles.

They washed quickly in the cooling water and got out of the shower before the water was completely cold. He dried her off, his hands brisk on her body over the towel. They crawled into her bed and he drew her close. They shared light kisses and gentle caresses with words of endearment and affection and although their spirits were more than willing, their flesh was, if not weak, at least too sated to respond to any great degree. Satiation and exertion took their toll in gentle increments as hands grew still and words and kisses grew softer and with greater intervals in between. She felt him spoon against her back and the soft touch of his lips on her shoulder and then blissful sleep. That, was the first night she slept in his arms.

The present...

He removed her dilemma by lightly grinding against her. "Want to?" he queried against the shell of her ear, his voice honeyed invitation. "Right here?" she asked, a little surprised, but her imagination already taking up and championing the idea. "Why not. Its late and the Talon's closed and... and, Lana, I want you." He told her, his last words sending a shiver down her spine and a surge of moisture into her snatch. His argument was simple and very convincing, not that she required much convincing. She started to turn and he stopped her. "No, just like this." He said, his voice deep and husky with desire, but firm with command. It seemed everyone had fantasies and naughty desires, even Clark Kent and she smiled, catching her bright-eyed reflection in the glass of the counter knowing a few of her own lurked behind those hazel / green orbs. She felt a thrill at the idea and the tone he used and relaxed forward over the counter, surrendering herself to him. Her bra felt uncomfortable and restricting against her breasts as her nipples pressed and dragged against the cups and she wished she hadn't worn it or could take it off.

She felt his hands against the skin of her legs just below the hem of her skirt and then he was slowly sliding them upwards. His fingers applied light pressure as his fingers squeezed and massaged the muscles under her smooth skin as they slid up her thighs under her dress until they found the waistband of her panties. He slipped them off her waist, and guided them down her thighs until they could slide down her legs. She had a little trouble disentangling them from her shoes, but she managed, even with the distraction of his sucking lips, nibbling teeth and fondling hands. One of those hands left her skin and his warm presence against he back and buttocks disappeared. She heard him unbuckle his belt and the sound of him lowering his zipper seemed extremely loud in the silence of the empty Talon. The sound also made her pussy squeeze against itself and release another surge of lubricating cream. "I'm turning into some kind of x-rated Pavlov's Dog. When I hear a zipper open, I become all wet. " she thought, finding the idea strangely hilarious and fought the urge to make a barking noise.

Instead she groaned loudly as he slid his fingers between her legs and through her wet, swollen folds. He was learning her little preferences and he stroked his fingers back and forth, touching all the right spots, his fingertips finding and rolling the little pearl of her exposed clit. His fingers were making her pant and press against his hand as they made crackling jolts of pleasurable energy radiate into her. She made a sound of dissatisfaction when he withdrew his fingers and she heard him chuckle above her. She turned and craned her neck to look up at him and saw him slide two glistening fingers into his mouth and suck them clean with obvious relish. This was something that had surprised and even shocked her a little at the beginning of their fledgling sexual experimentations. He loved to go down on her and had actually asked her if he could. It was wild and she had cum so hard she swore she lost consciousness for a few moments. He leaned down and twisting kissed her lingeringly. She could taste herself on his lips, another thing that had surprised her. She hadn't even realize what the taste was when she kissed him after he had first made her climax with his mouth and by the time she did she already liked the flavor.

"You taste absolutely amazing as always." He informed her with a grin that said he spoke of both her cream and her lips. "Quit teasing." She told him with a mock pout. He'd hiked her dress up and she could feel his throbbing cock nestled in the crack of her ass, sliding slightly back and forth. He dipped lower and his head slid between her folds. One of his hands rested lightly on her shoulder as he used the other to guide him back and forth between her folds, teasing her just a little longer before he found her entrance. She widened her stance slightly, spreading her legs further while at the same time sliding her hands forward, letting her fingers hook around the far edge of the counter, her palm flat on it. Even with these preparations she still moved forward slightly before she could brace herself and push back as he drove into her. Her breath hitched, not quite a gasp, but close and then she let out a long, heavy moan as he filled and stretched her. Her tight flesh resisted him, but was betrayed by her arousal and the slippery sex grease that it had created allowing him to blaze an unrelenting trail of delectable friction deep into her core until his pelvis met her buttocks with a light slap and he ground against her as she ground back.

She let her head drop, her dark tresses falling forward in a heavy curtain to leave her in shadow as he rocked back and forth inside her, allowing her to adjust to his invasion. She closed her eyes when he drew further back and then they started the process of finding a steady pounding rhythm as she moved back to meet his long strokes. She tried to keep her breathing steady, but it just felt too good as she strained back harder, enjoying the shockwave that swept through her with the impact of their bodies and his cock piercing her core. He reached around and his fingers found her clit and began to diddle it enthusiastically. "God, that's good!" She exclaimed as they ground together, his dick hitting all the right spots as well as his fingers. She lowered her head further, resting her forehead and the comfortable cool glass, panting faster as she felt her orgasm building. Not even the irritating confines of her bra bothered her anymore. His hand on her shoulder applied massaging pressure and moved to her neck. She was getting close. She could feel her stomach start to quiver with the strain of containing the energy his stroking shaft was building inside her. She let her eyes closed, feeling him on her and in her as he leaned forward, his lips pressing against the skin on her shoulder.

The jangle of the bell on the front door of the Talon cut through her haze of pleasure like a buzz saw. She straightened up so quickly she hit his mouth drawing a startled grunt from him. "Shit! I didn't lock the front door." She hissed. "Miss Lang?" a voice queried from the door. Thankfully she had turned off most of the lights so it was impossible for someone to see them from that distance in the gloom. "I'm here, Sheriff." She called out. "Clark!" she hissed under her breath. She had expected him to pull out of her, but instead he had just simply lowered her dress from where he had hiked it up around her waist and casually rested his hand on the counter edge next to her. She could feel him throbbing inside her as she grabbed the cloth she had discarded earlier, to at least have the appearance of being busy cleaning up. The sheriff stepped out of the gloom before she could say anymore to Clark without exposing them. "Hi, Sheriff." Clark greeted the woman from above her head as she approached the counter. "Mr Kent." She returned his greeting.

"I saw there were still lights on and considering the events of the last few days, I thought I'd just check on you." She told them. "You are okay? Aren't you, Miss Lang? You look a bit... flushed." the sheriff enquired. Lana was trying to maintain the pleasant smile she had greeted the sheriff with, but Clark was actually slowly rocking inside her. "I'm fine, Sheriff. It's just been a long day." She replied, wishing Clark would quit and, at the same time, not. The sheriff cast them a searching look and then shrugged. Any chance of a coffee for the road?" she asked Lana who almost panicked, but saw that the coffee pot was in reach. "Sure. Clark, could you hand me one of those disposable cups and a lid." She replied, surprised at how level her voice sounded while she clenched her sex in an attempt to stop Clark from moving inside her. She took the cup that Clark handed her and her hand only trembled slightly as she poured the coffee. She saw the sheriff reaching for her wallet and realized in order to ring up the sale she'd have to move. "On the house, Sheriff." She offered brightly, fighting down the urge to stamp on Clark's foot to get him to stop as his movements kept her building orgasm at fever pitch. "Sugar and cream are over there, she gestured further down the counter, prepared to turn to keep Clark's erotic connection to her hidden. "That's fine. I take it black." The Sheriff informed her, taking a sip of the hot beverage. "Hmmmm, That is good. I'll leave you in Mr Kent's capable hands. Don't forget to lock the door. You two, be safe, now." She instructed them and turned, giving them a wave over her shoulder as she left with another jangle of the bell. Lana almost sighed with relief.

There had been a pregnant pause between 'safe' and 'now' that told Lana that the good sheriff was well aware of what she and Clark were up to. She slapped Clark's shoulder hard, with the back of her hand as he chuckled. She had to crane her neck around and tilt her head up to look at him. "Are you crazy? She nearly gave me a heart attack and then you tried to finish the job." She scolded him, but couldn't really put any venom into it as he had started moving inside her again. He bent down and kissed her before she could say anymore. "She knew the moment she reached the counter." He informed her after he broke their kiss. "Take a deep breath, through your nose." He told her. She did. "Oh." She said a little embarrassed. The spiced scent of sex was indeed heavy in air. "She might not have known the details, but she knew what we had or were intending to do and she still asked for coffee. What a bitch." She commented. "I suppose." He said a little vaguely as his attention was now focus on driving himself, full-length, in and out of her snatch.

Thoughts of the sheriff were driven from her mind as his efforts quickly rekindled the fire inside her and the growing orgasm it fueled. "Damn, you feel good." He whispered down to her as she started to participate more actively, pressing back harder and rolling her hips faster as his pelvis crashed into her buttocks. "So do you." She acknowledged again lowering her head, her teeth biting into her full lower lip and her eyes nearly squinting closed as she strained back again and again to meet his thick, long, thrusting shaft. Her hard nipples were actually chafing a little in her bra, sending little jolts of sensation into her chest, part discomfort and part pleasure. "Oh YES. Yes. Yes. Yes. Right there." She praised on panted breaths as he changed angle slightly and stroked across that special, magical little spot that drove her that much closer to her release. "A little faster." She requested, her voice an urgent, pleading whine.

He did as she asked whether because of her request or his own need, it mattered not. Soon, they were grunting and groaning as they strained in counterpoint, her thrusting back as he thrust forward. She felt his hands tighten on her hips and he drove forward with a particularly hard stroke and then he cried her name in a strained voice and she felt him flood her with his cum. The splashing liquid heat triggered her climax almost as much as the desire-filled way he'd cried her name and pulses of nerve-tingling energy swept through her, making her knuckles go white where she gripped the edge of the counter and her snatch ripple around the hard, hot, spasming shaft of his erection as she mewled through her orgasm.

She let her forehead drop to the blissfully cool, glass surface of the counter as she panted heavily. Some of his weight rested on her back and she could feel his breath, hot and heavy against her neck as he too panted for air. She could feel little trickles of sweat run down along the skin of her legs and down her cleavage as the rest made her dress cling to her skin. She waited for them to catch their breaths. "Unhook my bra will you? It's killing me." she asked and his comfortable weight lifted from her and he unzipped her dress and did as she asked. She let out a heavy sigh of relief, after the pressure on her breasts increased and then was gone. She straightened up as he slid from her and removed the restrictive undergarment. He was considerate enough to pull her panties back up and lower her dress while she did so and then held her hair up while he zipped up her dress again. The material of her dress was softer than the bra, but her breasts felt chafed and uncomfortably tingly. She said as much to Clark who was just buckling his belt while she straightened her dress. "I could always take you upstairs and kiss them better." He offered with a suggestive lick at his lips. "Tempting, but later. Give me ten minutes to freshen up and change and then you can take me to dinner. I'm starved." She told him. "Hmmmm... I know what you mean. There's something I'd like to eat too." He informed her and made to follow her as she headed for the stairs of the apartment.

She chuckled. "Oh no you don't. You're staying right here and locking up. We won't make it out of the apartment if you don't. Plus, dessert comes after dinner, Clark. You should know that." She told him with a playful, saucy wink and raced up the stairs before he could reply. She could feel their combined juices soaking the crotch of her panties and trickle down the inside of her thighs by the time she made it to the top of the stairs and into her apartment.

TO BE CONTINUED