Dream A Little Dream

TITLE: Dream alittle dream

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Smallville

SHIP: Clark / Lana

RATING: NC17

CATEGORY: Romance and Erotica

SPOILERS: None.

DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever does and I make no profit from this story.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepencies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please - Deton8@mweb.co.za

The Talon, 0:28am, Thursday, Smallville, Kansas

Clark looked up from the exceedingly boring history text he had been trying to read for a test that coming Friday to find his study partner with her head resting on folded arms, fast asleep. She looked especially beautiful to him with her features relaxed in slumber and framed by her wealth of dark hair. He watched as a smile played across the petite Lana Lang's lips and she murmurred in her sleep and he wondered what she was dreaming about.

A small part of Lana's mind knew she must have fallen asleep because what she was experience could be nothing but a dream. She was studying with Clark for a history test. They were alone in the Talon. The material was dusty and boring, but had to be learned. She ran a hand over her shoulder and neck, kneading the muscles to ease their stiffness. Suddenly, her hands were replaced by Clark's larger ones. She hadn't seen him move, but his hands felt so good as they massaged her shoulders that she gave it little thought. She murmurred her approval and let herself relax back into her chair and close her eyes to better experience the tactile sensations his hands produced. She wore a loose pink tanktop and his massaging hands caused the shoulder straps to slide off the sides of her shoulders. She didn't mind as Clark's strong, warm hands were now able to knead her silky, smooth skin directly and it felt wonderful. The thin lacey strap of her pale pink bra felt oddly rough as it was occasionally moved by his massaging hands and without thinking she reached up and slid them off her shoulders as well. She bent her head forward as the pads of his thumbs worked their way up the creamy column of her neck in soothing circles. She sighed and then her grey-green eyes snapped open as she first felt Clark's hot breath on the side of her neck followed shortly by his warm wet open lips and a light feathery swipe of his tongue, tasting her skin. A shudder passed through her and she leaned into Clark's searching lips and tongue.

A small voice somewhere in Lana's mind shrieked alarm, but was instantly quietened by her primal subconscious that told her that this was a dream and just to enjoy it. The rational part of her knew that even as a dream this was dangerous given the complex nature of their relationship and to allow herself the indulgence of dreaming such intimacy between them could, and would most likely, make for stronger longings in her waking life. It gave it's warning and was silent.

She moaned as Clark nibbled at her left collarbone. Rational thought be damned. Her left arm came up and her fingers raked through his hair pressing his lips more firmly to her heating flesh. His large hands left her shoulders and she felt him shift behind her. She guessed he must now be kneeling behind her chair, his tall, lanky frame allowing him to easily maintain the contact of his lips on her skin. His hands snaked around from the back of her chair and without fanfare gently, reverently cupped her breasts through her top and bra. She grasped and felt the nubs of her nipples scrape against the lacey material of her bra as they hardened to turgid peaks. Her nipples provided exotic resistance and sparking sensations against his thumbs as he flicked them from side to side even as his hands squeezed and lifted her full, firm breasts. Her eyelids fluttered and then it was as if she were floating. His hands left her breasts to cross each other and then take a firm hold on her waist and then he was moving. He pulled her back, bringing the chair back away from the table with her. Then she was being lifted free from the chair and spun around to face him at the same time. Without, thought her legs drew up and curled around his hips and drawing him between them and against her. She heard him groan above her own exhalation of breath. He shifted his grip from her waist and his hands were cupping the firm globes of her buttocks as they fit neatly into the palms of his hands. She felt the hardness of his desire rub against her as her ankles locked behind him. He carried her around the table and to the coffee shop counter. He slid her onto the counter letting his hands slide up her along the curve of her buttocks and up to the small of her back under her top. With, a thrust of his hips he pushed her the rest of the way onto the counter. With, a marginal tilt of his head they faced each other eye to eye.

Everything until that point had happened in silence. She changed that with a simple word: "Yes.", and his lips descended to hers as she tilted her head up in invitation. Their lips slid together in sensuous gentleness. Grey-green orbs stayed locked on sky blue ones for an instant before they fluttered closed and the pressure of the kiss increased. Her hands tangled into his hair as their lips opened slightly to better taste each other. His hands slid up her back bunching her top as it was drawn up with his movement. Her breasts were pressed firmly to his chest giving her delicious shocks of pleasure as they rubbed against each other. She freed her hands from his hair and lifted her arms above her head and drawing back slightly so that he could remove her top. Just as the top cleared her mouth and her lower nose, he gripped her forearm pinning the garment there and leaving her blind. She struggled feebly and then he captured her lower lip with his and sucked and pulled on it. He released her lip and she voiced a low, feral growl before their lips crashed together again. Hunger overcame her and she thrust her tongue hungrily into his mouth. Their tongues tangoed to a rhythm neither could fathom, but both knew. He released his grip on her arm and drew the pink top off her arms and tossed it away to land where it may. His one hand made a journey down her spine to make camp at the base of her back while the other wormed it's way into her hair and onto the strong shaft of her neck. Her hand again tangled into his hair while the nails of it's mate tested the firm muscles of his shoulder blades in spidery movements. She tasted the unmistakable flavour of Clark Kent she remembered from the one time they had actually kissed along with the sweetness of the hot chocolate he had drunk earlier. She moaned into his mouth and her hands moved to grasp handfuls of his t-shirt to drag it out of his jeans and up his torso. She flexed her calves and ground her hips against his creating an excruciating decadent friction. She was loathe to give up the taste of him, but broke the kiss to pull his t-shirt off over his head. She did not have the opportunity to tease him as he had her, as he simply took the garment from her. She didn't really care as she was fascinated by the play of his muscles as he moved and tossed his t-shirt onto the floor of the Talon. She leaned forward and placed a wet kiss on the vee at the top of the centre of his chiseled chest. She opened her mouth sliding her lips along his skin and then slipped her tongue out for her first taste of his skin. She hummed against his skin flicking her tongue against it. He tasted slightly of salt and she inhaled deeply. He smelled of cologne and just a hint of hay. He grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted her face up to his and their lips met again. Her nipples strained through the material of her bra and attempted to bore their way into his chest as two hot points of burning sensation. Pressure from his hand at the base of her spine made her grind her hips against his once more and she could feel the crotch of her panties dampen as it collected the overflow of her excitement and heat began to pool at the pit of her stomach. Their lips and tongues fought nimbly and relentlessly. She allowed him to guide her with his hand at the base of her head on her neck while her hands roamed restlessly across his back. Her palms kneading, her fingers and nails testing.

His hand moved upward along her back until it encountered her bra strap. His fingers slipped under the band of material causing the cups to restrict her breasts with painful pleasure and she breathed sharply into his mouth. He fumbled with the clasp for a moment and then the pressure was released and the lacey undergarment slipped away from her skin. She let her arms drop to her side and it slid down off them to settle into her lap. He moved back slightly and Lana's cheeks went rosy with a blush at his open, lustful appraisal of her newly bared charms. With, childlike wonder in his eyes he traced a finger down the valley of her cleavage and then against the underside of her left breast. The slight touch of his finger drew goosebumps from her flesh and she drew an unsteady breath. Even in her dreams Lana was still Lana. If she were a Disney cartoon character she'd have had a little devil and angel version of herself debating each other on each of her shoulders. The feel of Clark's lips sucking on the flesh of her right shoulder pretty much squelched the angel that might have been perched there and she gave in. It was her fantasy, dammit and she would enjoy the hell out of it.

Clark looked up from the textbook he was still studying from as Lana stirred and he could have sworn she just murmured his name, but he shrugged it off as the dusty text he was studying and the late hour, but all the same he got up and laid his jacket over the sleeping girls shoulder. He was sorely tempted to try and brush some errant strands of her hair back behind her ear, but he was too afraid to wake her. She seemed to sigh her thanks and he was then content to return to his studies. He'd give her another hour before he woke her so that they could lock up and he could go home.

His mouth found her right nipple. First, with hot, wet, electric swipes of his tongue that caused her back to arch and his name to slip from her lips. Then the swipes were punctuated by light, tentative nips from his teeth and finally his lips drew the turgid tip into his mouth and he sucked hard on the sensitive nub. His large, farmwork-calloused hands were not idle either. One courted the breast his lips could not. He cupped the firm, pliant flesh and then used the pad of his thumb to circle her areola in a tight spiral before flicking her raised nipple to full erection. Lana was thrilled at the sensation of her nipples tightening and the strange tingling she felt whenever his thumb or lips lost contact with her flesh for a moment or two and it was exposed to the relatively chill air. Some strange and sequestered part of her mind wondered as to how she could possibly know what any of this would feel like. An impish part of her psyche answered that her teachers had always said she had a good imagination. His other hand kneaded the muscles of her back, offering support when she needed it or applying pressure to draw her more firmly against him. She literally purred in enjoyment. "Clark, make love to me.", the words dripped unbidden from her lips in a low, husky voice, as she captured his blue eyes with her green-grey ones, the implicit request shining from them as intensely as the sentiment she had just voiced. "Right here?" he asked. "Yes." she almost growled.

He stepped back a little and with his hand on her hip he spun her to the side. She drew up her legs and let her feet rest on the counter so she now sat lengthwise upon it. His hands moved from her hips down along her thighs, then onto her calves. His hands left a heated trail through the denim of her jeans. He grabbed her ankle and then her sneakers went flying over his shoulder, one after the other as he took then off without bothering to untie them. He was grinning at her and the image was so playful and so out of character for Clark that she was starkly reminded that this had to be a dream. Then he was tugging at her pant leg. He raised an eyebrow at her in question and then flicked his eyes downward. She followed his glance and comprehended his meaning. She reached down and undid the buttons on her jeans. She cocked her head to the side, braced her hands on the counter behind her and lifted her ass an inch or so above the countertop. A, cocked eyebrow of her own, gave him an invitation to continue. With, one tug and then another he pulled her tight blue jeans down her shapely legs and soon they went the direction of her sneakers. She didn't lower herself, but tilted her head the other way and cocked her eyebrow again. Clark looked down at her with a grin and nodded his head in understanding. He reached for her ankle and then let his had slowly slide along her calf, but suddenly he stopped. She gave him a quizzical look and his grin broadened. Without a word his hands reversed their path and he again took hold of her ankle. He removed her socks one at a time, keeping a firm hold of her ankles with one hand. She saw the mischievous twinkle in his eyes seconds before he struck. He began tickle the bottom of her feet and they were soon wriggling in his grasp as she tried to break his hold. She had to drop back onto the counter as laughter overtook her. She wasn't able to break his grasp and by the time he stopped she was breathless and weak from laughter. Her cheeks almost hurt from smiling so hard and little tremors of silent mirth still wracked her mid section as it spasmed beyond her control.

But, as quickly as it had become playful it once again took a turn for the serious, as once again, his hand moved up her legs. This time they moved upwards, applying kneading pressure as they went. She made a sound deep in her throat as he followed his hands with wet, warm kisses, each ending with a swipe of his tongue which felt strangely rough against her smooth skin, not in a bad way, just extremely intense as they drew shivers along her spine despite their heat. She threw her head back as his hands slid up along the outside of her thighs while his lips dropped butterfly kisses, alternately, on the inside of each. Her legs parted without any conscious effort from her allowing further access to the soft smooth flesh of her inner thigh. Lana was amazed at how hard it was to catch her breath, but how, at the same time, she could smell her own arousal as if it were a mist around her. Her arms were now shaky and unsteady with the overload of stimuli that raced through her body and she let herself sink completely to the surface of the counter, once more. Only, to have her back arch off it again with a soft cry, as moments later, first Clark's warm breath and then his wet tongue and sucking lips bathed her most intimate flesh through the thin lacey material of the only garment she still wore. Little tremors continued to work their way up along her body as she settled back slowly only to jerk back upward again as his lips moved upon her. Her thighs quivered as muscles tensed and relaxed reflex while little sounds escaped on puff of air from wide-open lips. She longed to beg for mercy while at the same time urging him not to stop. She felt her sex moisten and swell and the panties she still wore were sudden feeling very tight and rough against her sensitive skin. His lips finally found their way above the waistband of her panties and once again touched bare skin. His hands were firm against her hips, his thumbs rubbed back and forth, toying with the very waistband his lips had just past. Her taut abdomen moved against his lips as they tensed and relaxed and then they were gone and had she the breath, she would have cried out in despair at their loss. His hands were moving, His thumbs had worked their way under the edge of her panties and she could barely manage to muster the energy to raise her ass off the counter to allow the lacy material to be slid off the firm globes. As. He pulled the gossamer fabric down her legs, he also spun her to the side. She was once again sitting on the edge of the counter when her panties slid over her knees and Clarke released them and let gravity do the work of removing them completely. The air feels cold against the exposed skin of her sex, but the contrast only makes her flesh feel more super heated. His hand at the small of the back, gave her the support to lift her back off the counter and into his waiting arms.

She kissed him hard, hungrily devouring his lips. Animal need pumped through her with every beat of her heart as one hand curled into his hair while the other nimble appendage worked at undoing Clarke's belt. Their tongues battle furiously as first his belt, then the top button of his jeans and finally his zipper succumbed to the persistence of Lana's agile fingers. Her hand drops into his pants and her fingers travel the length of his rigid erection. Lana smiles against his lips. It was a long journey. His jeans sagged, but didn't drop and she makes a sound of frustration. "A little help?" she asks him coyly. She pulls the top of his boxers back and Clark pushes both his jeans and boxers down freeing his penis. Lana fleetingly wonders where her imagination got those dimensions from. She was a little impressed with herself She strokes him. He is soft and hard at the same time and his rod jerks in reaction to her touch. Pulsing veins add texture that she explores with hesitant fingers. Her thumb slides around the bottom of the ridge of his cock head, before it slides upward and she encounters the dribble of pre cum leaking from his slit. They both moan. Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist and her hand guided his penis to the swollen, drenched lips of her vagina. She rubs the head of his penis between her outer lips, letting it go in slightly deeper with each stroke. Sparks whip through her as it touches her still slightly hooded clit, which on the next pass is fully out of its sheath. Her eyes flutter closed and she swallows audibly in reaction. She finally seats him at her entrance, allowing the tip of his cock to penetrate her as she moves her hand to his shoulders.

His hands took hold of her waist, just above her hips. "Yes." she whispered the simple word and his hips thrust forward. He entered her in one, long smooth stroke. Horse riding had claimed her hymen many years ago and there was little pain as she stretched to accommodate him. Even, so she grunted as he groaned, her eyes shot open as she buried her head into his shoulder and her nails dug into the firm flesh of his shoulder blades. Her legs locked behind his back as he continued to move forward, ever deeper into her. He only stopped moving when their bodies meshed as one and he could move no more and her nether lips gripped the root of his sex. He was buried to the hilt in her and Lana's mind was having a hard time processing all the sensory data. He was still, unmoving, inside her, filling her up, but the very act of their breathing caused him to move minutely inside her. Her muscles clamped down on him as if afraid that he was withdrawing. Her breathing sounded harsh to her own ears. She wondered how it must sound to Clark as her lips were right next to his ear. His hand slid up her spine and cupped the back of her head. "Are you okay?" he asked her softly. Even in a dream, Clark would still be Clark, she guessed.

Clark did not see the smile cross Lana's lips as her face was hidden in her arms as she slumbered.

"Yes." she answered and her body confirmed her reply by relaxing around him. He pulled back and she drew a ragged breath as her inner muscles rippled trying to guide his exit and hold him in at the same time. She shifted her legs a little higher to give herself leverage and this time when he thrust she countered tightening herself around him and drawing them together harder. She rolled her hips against his, grinding herself onto his pelvis, mashing her clit deliciously. She made noises of encouragement as they repeated the maneuver again and again and again with variances in speed and intensity. She moved her head from his shoulder and through the curtain of her wealth of long black hair she found his lips again. She exhaled a sharp gust of air along with a little mewling sound each time he thrust as she felt him plumb the depths of her being, but as he slowly slid back out her tongue would slip into his mouth, tasting and exploring. The hand that was not buried in her hair worked itself under one of her buttocks and cupped the firm globe, squeezing it to the rhythm of their lovemaking. Their pace quickened and she could feel the delicious tension building inside her. Each stroke drove it a notch higher. Even as the grip of her muscles around him became more intense she also felt herself grow even wetter. Lightning sparked from nerve ending to nerve ending up along her body from the point where they continued to meet and part. Her lips left his so that she could gulp in air and so that she could vocalize her enjoyment as she started to loose co-ordination. She was no longer in control of her own muscles as the wave of her orgasm continued to near its apex. Her legs flexed one more time even as Clark straightened, burying himself even deeper within her. The wave crested and she cried out his name: "Clark!!!" A white light seemed to flare behind her eyes even as tendrils of molten heat radiated throughout her body. The muscles of her love tunnel clenched and released in quick succession. She heard him grunt and again she felt her insides washed in heat as he came inside her clutching, warm and inviting sex. She felt him spurt again and again and her muscles clenched and released in time with each spurt. Lana felt herself tingle as waves of heat and cold alternated through her body. She felt light headed and a little groan escaped her lips as Clark made little uncontrolled thrusts inside her as his climax declined. She had gone limp in his arms and her legs unlocked and slid down the back of his thighs.

He kissed her tenderly and she cupped his head in her hand. She felt herself falling backwards, but his hand steadied her and lowered her gently to the countertop. She didn't release his head, but instead drew it down to her breast with a sigh of satisfaction and contentment. She let her eyes fall shut and the last conscious sensation she had was the feeling of Clarks breath warm against her nipple and the gentle trickle of his seed along the inside of her thigh.

"Lana...Lana... Lana..." Clark called the sleeping girls name a little louder with each repetition. Finally he resorted to gently shaking her shoulder. He felt like he was sullying an angel, but he had to get home and he couldn't leave her there like that. She snuggled deeper into her arm fpr a moment. Lana swam towards consciousness sluggishly. She recognized the voice calling her name. "Clark?" she queried blurrily. The mention of his name brought the details of her dream back vividly and she sat bolt upright. "Clark." she repeated his name clearly. "Hey there, Sleeping Beauty. Did you have a nice nap?" he asked her. Lana did not know how to respond to that fairly innocent as images of her and Clark making love were still dancing through her head. He was looking down at her with worry. Lana realized Clarks jacket was around her shoulder and she drew it a little tighter around herself. "Errrrr. Yeah." she said and wiped some stray hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. "Sorry about that. Must have dozed off." she continued. "You sure did, but because you were courteous enough not to snore... much, I let it slide." Clark responded with a smile. "Hey. I don't snore at all." she replied with a smile of her own. "You looked like you were having a really good dream." He said as they packed up their things and cleared up the detritus of their nights studying. She looked at him for a moment. "This is the Clark of reality, but would it be that bad if he were the Clark of her dream an maybe even more?" she mused. "Yes, Clark. It was." she said, after a slight pause, with a bright smile. Clark nodded. She handed him his jacket and he shrugged it on. "It's late. Why don't you go up to bed and have some more of those good dreams. I'll let myself out. Good night, Lana." he said with a wave and one of those charming Clark, Kansas farm boy smiles. "Good night, Clark." she called to his back and she heard the tinkle of the bell above The Talon's door as well as the click of the door locking as he shut it. She stared at the door a moment more and then turned to head up to her apartment. She paused at the foot of the stairs to turn off the lights and as darkness settled over The Talon she whispered, "I think I'll do that, Clark. I think I'll do just that."

The End