And when Prom was done

TITLE: And when Prom was done...

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Smallville

SHIP: Lana / Clark

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Romance and Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Four

UNIVERSE: As per cannon, just an AU look at what I think could have happened.

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. Unprotected sex is dangerous. Don't do it.

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

Smallville, Smallville High Gymnasium, Night.

It amused Clark that, considering everything that had happened so far that night, the thing he still found most amazing was that Lex had gotten Lifehouse to play at their senior prom. Well it was, until as the intro to "You and Me" filled the gymnasium, Lois turned down his offer to dance and directed his attention to the door. Lana. It took Clark a moment to lift his jaw. She looked totally amazing and for an instant the last couple of months disappeared, all his rationalizations and resolutions dissolved and all he wanted was to be with her. He smiled and just stopped himself from ducking his head as he caught her eye and with a smile she made her way over to him. They both remarked on the fact that neither had thought to find the other here and then there was nothing else for him to do. "Would you like to dance?" he asked proffering his arm. Her smile brightened and with a nod he led her out onto the dance floor.

He had experienced some exhilarating things in his time, but having Lana's head resting firmly on his chest as they gently swayed to the music was by far the most memorable to date. He never quite figure out if it was Lana or he, himself that sighed. The vanilla scent of her enveloped him and he let his eyes close and simply enjoyed what was left of the song.

Lana's apprehension literally seeped out of her as she relaxed into Clark's arms, resting her cheek on his chest. He felt so warm and so comfortable in his arms that she just let her eyes close as they swayed to the music. She hadn't been sure that she actually had the courage to walk through the gym door. She had stood there a full five minutes before she reached for the handle and here she was. After all the things, that had happened this felt so perfectly right. This, she surprised herself in realizing, was how and with whom she wanted her prom night to be, but... but there were other things she always wanted from this night. Could that happen with Clark too? She had a strange dichotomy of calm and confusion. They had been dancing around each other for so long. The irony of their present position and her thought was not lost on her, but it was the least of her concerns. The idea that she was formulating was a little on the extra ordinary side, maybe even more than a little, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. There would be consequences. Their relationship was great in its simplicity on some levels, yet it could so easy venture into the complex and what she was contemplating would pretty much propel it there at speed. Still... Still... The real question was: "Would he go along with it?" considering the potential for disaster of the aftermath. She had never been good at playing the seductress, despite public opinion. She was distracted by her own thoughts and she would never be sure if it was she, or Clark that sighed.

The song drifted to an end and then the band went on to something faster, but for a few moments more they continued their slow sway, oblivious. It was with near shock that they both realised the music had changed and she smiled up at him shyly as they stepped apart and moved off the dance floor. She saw Chloe and Lois making their way towards them and worried at her lower lip in indecision. She turned back to him and asked: "Would you take me home after the dance, Clark?" He smiled at her and answered: "Sure, Lana."

It was a start and a stall at the same time, but it was better than nothing. The other two young women joined them and they returned to the dance floor as a group. Lana let herself become immersed in the simple joy of her senior prom as they danced, chatted, drank punch; which had only been lightly spiked and generally had a good time. Her thoughts about Clark and what she wanted intruded every so often. The intrusions became more frequent as the evening drew to a close. She had never realized how dashing he looked in a tux, but those kinds of thoughts weren't helping. What would she do if he refused, hell for that matter, what would she do if he accepted. The gym began to empty and Clark went off to tell his parents he was taking Lana home and she was alone with Chloe. She desperately wanted to ask the other girl for advice, but she knew that Chloe still had feelings for Clark too. Christ, this could turn into such a mess, but she wanted this. That dance with Clark, had felt so right and no matter where their rollercoaster relationship was she always felt safe and loved with Clark and that is what she wanted... what she wanted for her first time.

Chloe wondered why Lana was so quiet and distracted, but she attributed it to a long, emotion filled evening. She could relate, having seen what she'd seen and what she now knew about Clark. She heard Lois call her from the doorway. She lightly touched Lana's shoulder to get her attention. "Goodnight, Lana. Be good, don't do anything I wouldn't do." she told the petite, raven-haired girl as she turned to leave. She didn't know what had made her add that last part, but she shrugged it off. It had been a weird night. She waved her goodbye to Clark as she saw him approach from behind Lana, who waved her own goodbye.

Lana hardly even heard Chloe's parting remark and waved goodbye, not knowing the wave was actually intended for Clark behind her. Her quandary still unresolved she suddenly became aware of him behind her. He wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and for just a moment his strong arms enveloped her and that sense of warmth and safety returned and a decision was made. She spun in his arms, then, grabbed his hand. "Clark. Lets go. We need to talk." she told him as she tugged at him to follow her and made her way out of the gym. She could see the surprise, tinged with a touch of concern in his face at her urgency, but that couldn't be helped. She needed to do this now before doubt returned or worse yet, her nerve failed completely.

She shivered as they stepped out into the cool night air and he did something that dissipated her fears and crystalised her decision. He slid his jacket over her shoulders without comment and briskly rubbed her arms to warm her up. She could have this night. The way she wanted it. She would deal with the consequences, good or bad. She smiled at him thankfully and led the way to his truck. The parking area had pretty much emptied and with a final gnaw at her lower lip she tuned to face him when they reached the truck.

"Clark, hold on for a minute. I need to ask you something and... Well, it's kinda out there. There's no way to say this except to say it so, here goes." she took a deep breath, let it out slowly, noting the question in Clark's eyes, and began: "I had a dream about what my prom night was going to be like and it been fairly spot on... so far. That's where you come in, Clark, I want you to spend the night with me." She saw a look of relief on his face and he started to speak, but she forestalled him. "No, Clark, I don't just want us to watch the sun come up, I... I...", she licked suddenly dry lips, "I want us to have... make love... I want to lose my virginity, tonight, with you." she watched as he tried to formulate an answer.

"Clark, I know we have feelings for each other and it's complicated and this is a lot to ask, but for tonight, just this one night can we just put the past behind us, suspend the speculation about the future and just have this one night. I don't ask this lightly, Clark. I've given it a lot of thought. I want this." she pleaded her case.

She could see the battle in his eyes and she felt herself unconsciously holding her breath and let it out. "Lana." he started and she could almost see every logical argument she had herself come up with spilling from his lips. She didn't need to hear them again this is what she wanted, so she acted. She simply stood up on the tips of her toes and kissed him. She threw everything of herself into that kiss, trying to make him understand that they could do this. After, stiffening in a moment of surprised hesitance, he relaxed and she felt herself lifted off her feet as he allowed her to deepen the kiss. She knew, at least physically, he was up for it. She could feel the thick tube of his erection against her thigh as their lips and tongues tangoed. She also felt her own body react. She felt flushed and her bra was suddenly a size too small as her nipples hardened against his chest. He tasted sweet with the punch they'd drunk that evening. When she broke the kiss she found herself literally swept off her feet and held in his strong arms. She threw her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. "Take me home, Clark. Take me to bed and make love to me and we'll see what tomorrow brings." She told him softly and gave him another peck on the lips.

"You're sure this is what you want?" he asked her with a sincerity that overrode the passion she could see in his eyes. "Yes." she answered simply. "It will be my first time too, Lana." he admitted quietly. She maintained eye contact and asked him: "Do you want this, Clark?" acknowledging the weight his admission added to the situation. They looked at each other for a few moments before he replied: "God help me, I shouldn't, but I do. Lana, I do."

For good or ill the decision had been made. "Take me home, Clark." she whispered in his ear as she rested her head on his shoulder.

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The walk through the Talon and up the stairs to her apartment seemed abnormally long, but infinitely special as he strode beside her with his hand resting lightly on the small of her back.
She feels foolish as she fumbles with her keys, but smiles up, thankfully, at Clark when his large, strong hand covers hers and guides the key to the lock, but she stops him from opening the door. She spins so that her back is to it and she is facing him. She looks up at him and is able to see the nervousness on his face as clearly as the excitement. She snakes one hand around his neck and pulls his head down to her until their foreheads touch. She smiles shyly. "Here we are." She states softly. "Yes. We are." He replies in the same hushed tone. She wants to reassure him for her own sake as much as his, but the words would not come. If her own resolve was slipping, she could only imagine what was going through his mind. She did the only thing she could think of. She tilted her head and brought her lips to his. The time for thinking and talk were over. She kissed him as thoroughly as she could, thrusting her tongue hungrily into his mouth to writhe and dance with his. With, her free hand, she found the doorknob and twisted. The door opened behind her and she pulled him into her apartment.

She let his jacket fall from her shoulders as they kissed and he kicked the door closed before they moved further into the apartment. His arms wrapped around her and his hands caressed the skin of her back exposed by the low cut at the back of her dress. She misjudged the doorway to her bedroom and her butt met the doorframe, holding her in place and causing Clark to push against her. She could feel the hard tube of his erection push against her belly through his pants and her dress. Their hands found their way into each other's hair as their tongues wrestle and she pushes back into him, grinding, pressing her crotch and breasts against his solid form.

Her skin prickled with tiny sparks of sensation interspersed with stronger shocks when her nipples dragged across his chest behind the confines of her dress and suddenly-too-small bra or when her exposed clit rubbed against him in her damp panties. The world was starting to spin and she had to break their kiss for want of air. She pushed at his chest to break the kiss, but held to fistfuls of his shirt so that he couldn't move far and she kept grinding against his hard on so that he didn't misinterpret her actions. There was a hunger awake in her now, that she had never felt before. She had gotten worked up once or twice with her other boyfriends, even with Clark for those few idyllic days almost a lifetime ago, but this was different. There was fire inside her. It was as if, for the first time, she was allowing her self to loose control, to give over to her sexual nature and it felt very liberating. And, the way Clark was looking at her now, simply fanned the flames to a blaze. She could see the hunger in his eyes and she knew whatever the consequences this was going to be the prom night she wanted.

"Don't move. Just watch." She whispered as she slid to the side and through the doorway into her bedroom. She balanced herself with a hand on the doorframe and slipped off her shoes and then kept moving. He leant on the doorframe and did as she asked. She reached up and pulled the clips from her hair that kept it up and her luxurious mass of dark hair came tumbling down around her shoulders and face. She flicked the hair out of her face and was gratified to see Clark shifting his stance, surreptitiously adjusting himself before removing the restriction of his bow tie in response. She continued to back into her bedroom as she undid the zipper at the side of her dress and slid the spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulders allowing the dress to flow down her body. The dress' material gave her a near-full body caress as it made its way to the floor to puddle around her feet. She saw Clark lick his lips and swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing wildly between the undone-collar of his shirt.

The back of her knees found the foot of her bed and she sat down wearing only her lacey white underwear, earrings and a hungry smile. She leaned back on one elbow and crooked a finger at him in invitation to enter. He followed her example and took his shoes off at the door, along with his socks. She watched as he undid the cuffs of his shirt and then the rest of the buttons. He tugged his shirt out of his pants and let it fall off his shoulders and onto the floor. He never took his eyes off her and his gaze brought heat to her skin. He had already unbuckled his belt when he reached her, but sitting up it was her hands that unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

As his pants fell to his feet she found her eyes and hands irresistibly attracted to the twitching bulge in the front of his boxers. She caressed it, exploring the length and girth of it, hearing him groan in response only fueled her desire for exploration. She felt his hands on her shoulders and then they slid down her back. She didn't pay them too much mind as she was fascinated by her own hands activities and the reaction of her own body as she felt herself moisten even more, but she did give a little gasp when the pressure of her bra suddenly lessened and the cups fell free of her full, firm globes and she realized he had freed the clasps. She shrugged and the lacey undergarment slid down her arms and she let it fall to the floor between them.

The air felt strangely cool against the skin of her exposed breasts and she could feel the prickle of goose pimples rising along with the further, pleasurable tightening of her areola and nipples. She'd always thought she would be shy exposing her breasts to anyone, but seeing and feeling his reaction, she felt empowered instead. She even found herself straightening her back and pushing back her shoulders to display them proudly before she took his hand and scooted up the rest of the way onto the bed and pulling him along.

He lay next to her and looked down at her. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly using one of his fingers to move an errant lock of hair away from her face. She smiled up at him. "Am I?" she thought actually contemplating his question. She shifted her head to match the angle of his face. Her smile widened and she answered by hooking a hand behind his neck and pulling him down to her. Their lips met in short intense kisses and she whispered: "Yes." and their hands started to explore unfamiliar territory.

She hadn't thought his chest would feel so smooth or be so hard and she loved testing her fingernails against it. The same with his back and arms. She found herself running her fingers back and forth along the valleys and ridges of his tight muscled stomach, keep just short of letting her hand drop down to the bulge in his boxers.

His hands felt heavy on her arms and back, but she liked the weight and the pressure on her skin. It left little phantom sensations after they moved on that made it feel, as if, she was being touched by more than two hands and somehow that was exciting to her. When his hands found her breasts and fondled them she found herself comparing the difference between that and the little above the blouse action she'd had. It was so much warmer and firmer and her breasts molded themselves into his palms. When his lips left hers, they found the line of her jaw, the side of her neck, the hollow at the base of her throat and below.

His lips felt smooth, wet and warm against her skin and they made his tongue feel rough in comparison when he lapped at her skin in the oval arena of his lightly sucking lips. She murmured as the sensation spread from every touch in little tingling blooms. Her hand worked its way into his hair and pressed his head into her flesh, making the tingles spark. His hands felt huge as they splayed out on her back massaging the muscles beneath them. When he ran his tongue up the valley of her cleavage it tickles and she could not stifle the soft laugh that escaped her lips. He flicked his eyes up at her and deliberately did it again and this time he blew on the sensitized flesh for good measure. The giggle bubble out of her making her feel incredibly girlish and it amused her considering what she and Clark were about to do.

The sudden burst of mirth also released the last vestiges of nervousness and uncertainty she didn't even know she was holding onto. That and the way he was looking at her. They had been unconsciously keeping it PG-13, exciting, but safe until that point, neither one wanting to be the one to initiate the first true steps of the journey whose destination was the loss of both their virginities. She gnawed at he lower lip for a moment and then let her hand slip down and she fondles the tube of his pulsing erection. It felt warm and alive in her hand and it twitched in response to her touch.

Breath hissed from her nose as she trapped her lower lip behind her teeth, threw her head back and arched her back thrusting her breast into his mouth as his lips sucked lightly around the hard tip of her nipple. Her eyes fluttered closed when he sucked harder, drawing the flesh into his mouth, his teeth nipped lightly at the hard, sensitive nub of her nipple and then he soothed it with warm, wet swipes of his tongue. She rocked on her shoulder blades as he switched from one breast to the other. It was as if an invisible cord ran from her nipple to her spine and each time he took one in his mouth it shortened and arched her back. She stroked the length of him and ran her thumb over the head circling it through his boxers. She felt wetness under her thumb.

She felt the butterfly touch of his fingers as they traced her ribs and then the slight curve of her belly while he continued his gentle ministrations on her breasts. Again his fingers left echoes as they moved and she saw them as little white sparks behind the closed lids of her eyes. His fingers dance across the lacey waistband of her panties and lower. There he adds pressure and curve them to cup her intimately. His fingers rub back and forth along her damp panty-clad slit. His palm grinds into her clit and hood. Her breath catches as muscles ripple out of control and her hips undulate to press herself more firmly into his hand and then his lips bemoaning the loss of either and unable to fully press her self into them both at once.

The hand not fondling his twitching hard on finds his butt and squeezes. His hand back tracks and then finds its way back, but this time it slips under the waistband of her panties. His fingers slide through the soft curls of her pubes. Blunt fingernails leave electric trails as they scrape along smooth, sensitized skin until they continue what they were doing before, but to her naked flesh. Now, his fingers slide over and between her swollen and moist nether lips exploring places only her fingers have been. She gasps and shudders as his fingers become coated in her juices, lubricating them and his strokes become less jarring, but no less pleasurable. Words tumble from her mouth, encouragement, admonishments, threats and promises, half-words and phrases all flow together as his fingers probe, his thumb circles and his palm grinds against her most intimate flesh.

She claws at the waistband of his boxers and finally gets then off his hips and lower. She sets him free and her eyes are drawn to the hard tower of his shaft. Her hand follows her gaze and she fondles his veined rod for the first time unobstructed. She traces his sex in an exploration that is no less intimate or pleasure inducing than his is of hers as his moan and words of praise drift down to her when he lifts his lips from her breasts. The air cools the saliva he has left behind and her nipples feel suddenly chill after the warm embrace of his lips. The contrast is a delicious torture.

His fingers slow down and lessen their pressure, but do not stop. They continue to pleasure her, but give her the opportunity to focus on her own exploration. She had not thought it would feel to smooth and hot. She feels a little intimidated, her fingertips do not meet her palm when she wraps her hand around him and it seems to take forever to skim it from his base to his head. Her imagination transposes the information her hand collects into an approximation of what he might feel like inside her, where only her slim fingers have ventured. She feels a heated flood flow from her onto his fingers and her thighs. She licks suddenly dry lips.

Her fingers find copious amounts of liquid at the apex of his head and she collects it between her thumb and two of her fingers testing its slick texture. She feels his shaft jerk and there's more for her to collect. She does and without thought she brings it to her lips while her other hand slips around his shaft and continues to stroke it's smooth, steely length. She watches his eyes widen as she slips her two coated fingers into her mouth and sucks them clean. She can't quite identify the taste, but it's good, she likes it. It mixes with her saliva as she sucks it off her fingers and when she swallows it is a soothing balm on her dry throat.

His fingers leave her slit and she feels their absence with a heavy surge of dissatisfaction, but when his hand strains at the crotch of her panties it is replaced by anticipation. She understands what he is doing and lifts her butt to allow him to drag her panties off her hips and down her thighs. She moans when his lips find the spot just below her ear. "Are you ready?" he whispers and runs his tongue along the shell of her ear. "Yes!!" she hisses softly but intensely and nips at his ear lobe as his head moves down. He leaves a saliva trail from the hollow at the base of her throat to mid way down her cleavage before making a detour right and left to kiss each nipple and then, hot, wet sucking circles map the rest of his journey down her body. He moves down her body and his shaft slips from her grasp. His mouth descended on her most intimate flesh and she finds her self having to deal with still more unexperienced sensations. She didn't quite know what to make of the heat and moisture that joined her own, but a sucking kiss that landed on her exposed clit felt like she was touching a live wire as pleasure sped up her spine and blossomed behind eyelids she could no longer keep open. The lapping of his tongue and the pressure of his lips on her add delightful aftershocks, but they are gone too soon as he moves on.

He gets her panties past her knees and lets them slip down her shapely calves. They get stuck on her ankles and she shifts her feet trying to kick them off. She struggles for a moment and then is free of the lacey undergarment and they are finally both naked. He move between her legs, keeping most of his weight off her by resting on his elbow as his hands worm their way under her shoulders. She can feel his penis as it brushes against her thighs. She has to spread her legs a little further to accommodate him as he settles between them. The head of his penis slides through the swollen lips of her cunny. He doesn't quite manage to find the opening and he tries again, but has the same result.

He stops. His lips don't ask, but his eyes do as the moment stretches out and their only movement is the rhythmic pulse of their breathing and heartbeats. She slips her hand between them and guides him to her entrance. He starts to shift his hips in a slow, steady thrust. She finds herself blinking rapidly. She can feel her heart racing, the sound of the blood it pumps pounds in her ears as she concentrates on the sensation of him entering her. There is no sharp pain like she's read or been told by a few of her friends because an overly vigorous horse ride had robbed her of her hymen many years earlier, but she still gasps as his girth stretches her.

He stops moving, looking down at her with concern. "Are you okay?" he asks her again. She nods her answer, not quite trusting her voice, but she squeezes his ass with her hands urging him forward and he complies. He fills her slowly. It feels strange as her sex moulds himself around him, welcoming him with lubricated heat and resisting him with tensing muscles. She grimaced a little when he finally filled her completely. He stayed still for a few moments whether to allow her to adjust or him to fully experience the wonder she could see written on his face. She wondered if her own expression matched his, but it endured him to her even more. When he started to move, the friction of his flesh inside hers added energy to the sparking ball building in her belly. Her hips responded to his. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but when they developed a steady rhythm she felt only pleasure with every stroke.

Her back arched pressing her sweat-slick belly into his and they ground together at the height of his penetration, again and again and again. Her fingernails scrabbled and skittered across his back, testing the corded muscles as they rippled and shifted with his movements. Their breathing was a heavy and loud counterpoint to the quiet creak of her bed and rustle of her sheets. She could hear words of encouragement and endearment mixed in and it took her a few moments to realize they were issuing from her mouth when ever it wasn't busy sampling Clark's lips or skin.

The ball of energy in her belly was quickly becoming too intense to contain. Each thrust fueled it, made it expand and test the limits of its confinement causing tendrils of electricity to radiate through her dispersing pleasure along with it. Her muscles tensed and relaxed beyond her conscious control. She clutched at his head, burying his face into the crook of her neck, cutting off his word of adoration and luxuriating in the tickle and tingle of his tongue and lips on her skin.

Her words changed to gasping cries as his penis started to beat against her cervix in a tattoo of intense pleasure. Again and again their bodies met. Her heels drummed against the back of his thighs and then the energy blossomed into a supernova she had no way to stop and no sense to control. Her orgasm hit like a bolt of lightning turning everything to white light. Her back arched and would not soften as she through her head back and opened her mouth in a long wordless cry. Her sex clamped down on him hard, but still he was thrusting. The friction was a fiery blast that fueled and maintained her supernova state. Pleasure rippled and cascaded through her body. Time lost its meaning and when she thought it could not get any better she felt him expand and then pulse inside her. Once, twice, thrice and then a fourth time she felt him squirt inside her, each one followed by a heavy panted, grunting breath.

It was like throwing gasoline on a fire. Whatever senses she still had disappeared and the only thing she could feel, taste, smell, see hear was Clark and pleasure intertwined. When the world returned she found herself gasping for breath as her body slowly relaxed. Her world seemed to have been turned upside down, puzzling her for a moment until she realized that Clark must have rolled them over. She lay draped over him. Her skin tingled and she didn't quite have control of her limbs or the inclination to assert any. He was still inside her, but she could feel him softening.

She started collecting these little details. His one hand was on the small of her back, his arm warm against her side. Her head rested on his shoulder. A trickle of sweat slid down between her breasts, which were flattened against his hard chest. Tingles still spread from her nipples when they breathed, pressing against each other. She could feel his other hand gently stroking her hair and she murmured her content before kissing his skin.

She felt him slip out of her and felt a momentary sense of loss, but quick flashes of their union skipped through her minds eye and re-established her sense of satisfaction and contentment. Warm fingers shifted the mass of her hair that covered her cheek and she looked up at him, smiling. " Welcome back." He greeted her softly with a smile of his own. Her own smile broadened in response and she finally got her body to work and slid to his side, snuggling against him leaving one arm and leg draped across him. "Thank you, Clark." She said simply and lay still feeling the cool air waft over her heated, sweaty skin.

He must have misinterpreted her slice because he suddenly asked: "Should I go?" in a voice that sounded a little hollow and hurt even to her frazzled senses. "No. Stay." she said clearly tightening her arm around him. "This is part of what I wanted, Clark. A very important part of what I wanted. This is how I've dreamed of my prom night ending... In the arms of someone who loves me." She explained. He didn't say anything, but kissed the top of her head and pulled the covers over them as best he could. He then reached up and switched off the single bedside lamp that had lit their tryst and in the darkness his voice drifted down to her: "Goodnight, Lana." and she surrendered to sleep with a smile on her face.

The End