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The Equal Playing Field
TITLE: The Equal Playing Field
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: Smallville
SHIP: Clark / Lana
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Romance and Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Five and Seven
UNIVERSE: As per cannon.
SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS: What exactly did Lana mean by the benefits of an equal playing field in Season 7, Episode 7
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 ONE
Smallville, The Kent Farm, The Loft, Around 2pm
She was being awfully cavalier about the whole situation. He was trying to impress on her the seriousness of it. When humans got the same powers as he had, things never ended well. It had turned one person into a psychotic and, in the long run, even killed his father. He had to admit, at least to himself, that she did seem to be handling it quite well. She agreed with him that eventually they would have find a way to rid her of his powers, but, then she made a very cryptic, yet intriguing suggestion. He hadn't got it at first. "Certain benefits to an equal playing field." What was that? She must have seen the confusion in his expression and she gave him a slightly amused and indulgent smile and stepped closer to him. There was a certain sultry, speculative look in her eye and set to her mouth as she moved closer to him that suddenly cleared it up for him. The shock of her slamming him through one of the thick wooden support beams with no ill effect to either of them was a pointed display of their present physical compatibility. The hard searching kiss she planted on him was quite a good clue too. It was good period.
She had been back for months, she shared his bed, but they had not been able to be completely intimate. Before, when they had been lovers, he hadn't had his powers, but now he wasn't prepared to risk it. He always had to control his powers doing day-to-day activities, and he simply didn't think he could maintain that control while having sex with Lana. He still remembered just how great and liberating and wonderfully beyond his control it had been to be with her, in her during the idyllic period when Jor-El had stripped him of his powers. Her passionate, hungry kiss woke his carnal desire for her and brought his cock to attention in the confines of his jeans.
Her return had been a miracle, and the fact that she not only knew about his powers, she still accepted him was a continuation of that miracle. Yet, her return had been a double-edged sword, it had also brought certain frustrations with the limitations their unique situation, especially with the issue of intimacy. The responsible thing to do would be to find away to free her of his powers as soon as possible, but... He tried to reason with her, but his heart wasn't really in it. He tried to explain that is wasn't a good idea, but the heat in her eye only seemed to grow. The suggestive way she looked at his was contagious and his thoughts turned from the problem of dealing with the situation to ones of a far more lustful, intimate nature.
"There's no reason why we can't try." She told him and turned, walking away from him with a seductive sway to her hips, stripping off her jacket and dropping it to the floor. She turned and her eyes locked with his and reached up and slowly, deliberately began to unbutton her blouse. That, was enough for Clark and the last of his resistance crumbled. He rushed towards her and swept her up into his arms. Considering the power she had displayed so far and his own strength he figured, that a bed, inviting as the idea might seem, wouldn't stand up to what they intended to do. Luckily, the hayloft was filled with soft, un-baled hay. He was suddenly very grateful for having put off that particular chore as they rolled around, kissing passionately, hands roaming and bodies undulating and grinding together.
Stripping each other of their clothes was a blur of speed and motion and not all their clothes survived intact, but neither cared as their desire flared. He lowered his head to her breast, teasing her the hard, swollen, brown peak of her nipple with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. He heard her groan and shift her shoulder to press her breast into his mouth. Her hand wrapped itself around the base of his cock and it was his turn to let out a hissed groan as she skimmed her warm fist up and down his length. He switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention he had just lavished on its twin. His hands slid down the smooth expanse of her back, felling the muscles flesh as she shift, grinding against him. His hands reached the dip at the small of her back and continued to find and cup her firm ass, fondling the shapely globes. Her hand, the one that was not slowly jacking his throbbing cock and making his ass clench in response, found the back of his neck an massaged it as she guided him from one breast to the other.
He shifted, letting go of her ass and she settled onto her back, with him moving between her legs, which she spread in willing accommodation. He held most of his weight on his fore arms to either side of her, hovering over her, his eyes finding hers. She took a firm grip on the base of his shaft and on her second attempt, after sliding him through her most, open folds, guided him to her entrance. Her snatch radiated heat onto the head of his cock as they paused for a moment. Her eyes were bright and she smiled broadly up at him. Lana gave him the slightest of nods and her hand left his cock and joined the other on his hips before sliding around to rest lightly on his ass.
He thrust forward and was unable to maintain eye contact with her as his eyelids closed and his head rose as her tight, moist heat surrounded him. He heard her let out a soft gasp. He reveled in the sensation of sliding into her. A sensation he had painfully come to terms with never feeling again. A sensation, that brought back flashes of vivid memory of the other times they had been intimate. Her flesh resisted him, clutching at his invading shaft, trying to stall its progress, but failing. The friction of her intimate flesh dragging along his length made his back tense as it sent fiery sparks of pleasure sizzling across his nerves. He felt her fingers tighten against his ass cheeks, squeezing them in encouragement as he stretched and filled her. Her hips rose and met his, his cock buried to the hilt and probing her core as they rolled their hips, grinding together. He found the ability to open his eyes and lowered his head to capture her already kiss-swollen lips, sucking and nipping at them.
He drew back slowly, enjoying the reverse journey as much as he had penetrating her until his just his head was inside her. He pulled lightly at her lower lip before letting it go before nuzzling at the creamy column of her neck, her long, dark hair, soft against his cheek and then plunge forward. They both let out soft grunts as their bodies met forcefully and he could have sworn the earth literally moved with the heavy surge of pleasure that accompanied his stroke. He repeated the process and soon they found a lusty rhythm as his drove in and out of her with long, steady, powerful strokes, which she met with bucking, rolling hips. He felt her nails bite into the hard flesh of his buttocks as they moved with wild abandon. He felt her lips on his neck and shoulder as warm blooms of wet pressure. They groaned and moaned and exchanged endearments and encouragements on heavy breaths as he worked his cock in and out of her delectably tight snatch. He lowered more of his weight onto her, so that their firm midriffs slid across each other on a light film of sweat and her breasts flattened against his chest. Her nipples felt like two little coals, burning against his chest surrounded by the warm pillows of her breasts. They scraped across his chest as he moved back and forth. Her pussy flooded with cream, greasing the way for his plunging cock.
His lips found hers again as they writhed together and he could feel his balls beginning to churn as she sucked at his tongue and he mimicked the movement of his cock inside her with his tongue in her mouth. When, he was next buried inside her, she rocked her hips hard to the side as well as shifting her weight and he took her cue and shifted, allowing them to roll and exchange positions with her ending up on top, straddling him. He looked up at her, glistening and glowing with sweat, passion, her hair a dark, wild, tussled halo as she shifted and adjust to get comfortable. He tested the firm muscles of her thighs by squeezing them as he slid his hands up along them. He finally took hold of her waist, giving her the support she need to lean back and extend her arm so that her hands rested just below his knees. Satisfied, she started to rise and fall on his shaft, slowly increasing the length of her strokes until she was riding his entire length. He saw her straight, pearly white teeth pin her lower lip as she bobbed up and down on him. He took a firmer hold on her and when she next plunged down he thrust up. She gave a little cry and threw her head back as they strained together.
Her hair rose and fell with her, but slightly out of sync in a wild mass of raven curls and her breasts bobbed and swayed and shook with the impact of their connecting bodies. Her hard nipples, brown and hard, about the length and diameter of the first join of his middle finger and resting on the puffy, mushroom cap of her areola gave the strange impression of conducting the symphony of their passion. Their new position and her angle meant that he touched different parts of her and her channel clutched at him and applied pressure in different ways. Surges of pleasure snaked up his spine and through his body with each stroke as the massaging furnace of her sweet box rose and fell around him. They were both panting, him through gritted teeth as he fought to maintain control of his growing need fro release.
She shifted forward with him buried to the hilt inside her and ran her tongue up the centre of his chest as she rocked back and forth, rolling her hips in tight circles. She moaned into his mouth as her lips found his, her lustrous hair forming a dark curtain around their heads, the soft strands tickling his shoulders and neck. He was nearing the point of no return, and he could feel her taut belly quivering against his and her sex clenched at him sporadically, which he remembered as being signs that she was close as well. He slid his hands up her ribcage and captured her breasts, firmly, almost roughly, fondling them, tweaking and twisting her nipples, drawing more cries from her as she strained back and forth on his thrusting cock. The wet sound of their bodies colliding and their sounds and noises of enjoyment and appreciation filled the barn and echoed across the rafters.
She took his hands from her breasts and twining her slim fingers with his, drew them up next to his head and pressed them down into hay. She gripped his hands rhythmically, mewling and moaning constantly as she bore back and he thrust forward, writhing and undulating, both desperately trying to push themselves and each other to climax, yet at the same time fighting to stave it off to continue enjoying their lovemaking. Their bodies met again and they ground together, and she came. He happened to be watching her face when it happened and he believes it is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. He saw her eyes go wide and blank. Her jaw clenched and her teeth gritted for a moment and he felt her snatch lock a death grip on his cock before she threw her head back with a ragged, stuttering cry. Her grip on his hands grew near painful as her back arched, her belly pressing down against his shuddering violently. The tight grip of her channel rippled around him, causing a fresh wave of hot sex cream to flood into her and around him and his observation of her climax was interrupted by his own.
His balls tightened rapidly and the small of his back tightened and his ass clenched. His back arched, driving his dick deeper into her tightly clenched flesh. His cock swelled, pressing against the tight grip of her climaxing sex and then pulsed as he blasted spurt after heavy spurt of his seed into her molten depths. Energy ripped through him, carrying a tidal wave of pleasure with it. His nerves sang with the electric aftermath of conducting the sensation to his brain and he felt muscles all across his body twitch and shiver. His head pressed back against the hay beneath and his jaw clenched in an attempt to hold in the savage roar that rumbled in his throat, but not quit succeeding. His world went hazy as the sensations of his orgasm overloaded his senses and he felt a sudden sense of calm and rightness. He felt as if he were draining into her as his balls finally started to empty, His cock and his hip jerked as his spurts grew less intense and further apart and finally stopped, allowing him to relax. She had let out little whimpering groans each time he shifted inside her and when he stopped, the tension seemed to drain out of her and her body softened. Her legs straightened and her head came to rest on his chest, her fingers going limp between his as she lay draped boneless across him.
They simply lay like that as their breathing returned to normal. Her breath felt warm against his hot, sweaty skin. He felt himself shrinking and in time, and with a groan from him and a sigh from her, he slipped out of her. He felt her press a wet kiss against his skin and he gently shifted the hair that hid her face from him and tucked it behind her ear. "Are you okay, Lana?" he asked, noting her slightly unfocused eyes. She shifted her head, looking up at him and smiled, her eyes clearing. "Okay doesn't even begin to describe what I am right now, Clark. That was... was..." she replied, searching for the words she required. "I know what you mean. That was definitely a... benefit, wouldn't you say?" He supplied and she chuckled before agreeing: "Definitely a benefit!"
THE END
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: Smallville
SHIP: Clark / Lana
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Romance and Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Five and Seven
UNIVERSE: As per cannon.
SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS: What exactly did Lana mean by the benefits of an equal playing field in Season 7, Episode 7
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 ONE
Smallville, The Kent Farm, The Loft, Around 2pm
She was being awfully cavalier about the whole situation. He was trying to impress on her the seriousness of it. When humans got the same powers as he had, things never ended well. It had turned one person into a psychotic and, in the long run, even killed his father. He had to admit, at least to himself, that she did seem to be handling it quite well. She agreed with him that eventually they would have find a way to rid her of his powers, but, then she made a very cryptic, yet intriguing suggestion. He hadn't got it at first. "Certain benefits to an equal playing field." What was that? She must have seen the confusion in his expression and she gave him a slightly amused and indulgent smile and stepped closer to him. There was a certain sultry, speculative look in her eye and set to her mouth as she moved closer to him that suddenly cleared it up for him. The shock of her slamming him through one of the thick wooden support beams with no ill effect to either of them was a pointed display of their present physical compatibility. The hard searching kiss she planted on him was quite a good clue too. It was good period.
She had been back for months, she shared his bed, but they had not been able to be completely intimate. Before, when they had been lovers, he hadn't had his powers, but now he wasn't prepared to risk it. He always had to control his powers doing day-to-day activities, and he simply didn't think he could maintain that control while having sex with Lana. He still remembered just how great and liberating and wonderfully beyond his control it had been to be with her, in her during the idyllic period when Jor-El had stripped him of his powers. Her passionate, hungry kiss woke his carnal desire for her and brought his cock to attention in the confines of his jeans.
Her return had been a miracle, and the fact that she not only knew about his powers, she still accepted him was a continuation of that miracle. Yet, her return had been a double-edged sword, it had also brought certain frustrations with the limitations their unique situation, especially with the issue of intimacy. The responsible thing to do would be to find away to free her of his powers as soon as possible, but... He tried to reason with her, but his heart wasn't really in it. He tried to explain that is wasn't a good idea, but the heat in her eye only seemed to grow. The suggestive way she looked at his was contagious and his thoughts turned from the problem of dealing with the situation to ones of a far more lustful, intimate nature.
"There's no reason why we can't try." She told him and turned, walking away from him with a seductive sway to her hips, stripping off her jacket and dropping it to the floor. She turned and her eyes locked with his and reached up and slowly, deliberately began to unbutton her blouse. That, was enough for Clark and the last of his resistance crumbled. He rushed towards her and swept her up into his arms. Considering the power she had displayed so far and his own strength he figured, that a bed, inviting as the idea might seem, wouldn't stand up to what they intended to do. Luckily, the hayloft was filled with soft, un-baled hay. He was suddenly very grateful for having put off that particular chore as they rolled around, kissing passionately, hands roaming and bodies undulating and grinding together.
Stripping each other of their clothes was a blur of speed and motion and not all their clothes survived intact, but neither cared as their desire flared. He lowered his head to her breast, teasing her the hard, swollen, brown peak of her nipple with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. He heard her groan and shift her shoulder to press her breast into his mouth. Her hand wrapped itself around the base of his cock and it was his turn to let out a hissed groan as she skimmed her warm fist up and down his length. He switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention he had just lavished on its twin. His hands slid down the smooth expanse of her back, felling the muscles flesh as she shift, grinding against him. His hands reached the dip at the small of her back and continued to find and cup her firm ass, fondling the shapely globes. Her hand, the one that was not slowly jacking his throbbing cock and making his ass clench in response, found the back of his neck an massaged it as she guided him from one breast to the other.
He shifted, letting go of her ass and she settled onto her back, with him moving between her legs, which she spread in willing accommodation. He held most of his weight on his fore arms to either side of her, hovering over her, his eyes finding hers. She took a firm grip on the base of his shaft and on her second attempt, after sliding him through her most, open folds, guided him to her entrance. Her snatch radiated heat onto the head of his cock as they paused for a moment. Her eyes were bright and she smiled broadly up at him. Lana gave him the slightest of nods and her hand left his cock and joined the other on his hips before sliding around to rest lightly on his ass.
He thrust forward and was unable to maintain eye contact with her as his eyelids closed and his head rose as her tight, moist heat surrounded him. He heard her let out a soft gasp. He reveled in the sensation of sliding into her. A sensation he had painfully come to terms with never feeling again. A sensation, that brought back flashes of vivid memory of the other times they had been intimate. Her flesh resisted him, clutching at his invading shaft, trying to stall its progress, but failing. The friction of her intimate flesh dragging along his length made his back tense as it sent fiery sparks of pleasure sizzling across his nerves. He felt her fingers tighten against his ass cheeks, squeezing them in encouragement as he stretched and filled her. Her hips rose and met his, his cock buried to the hilt and probing her core as they rolled their hips, grinding together. He found the ability to open his eyes and lowered his head to capture her already kiss-swollen lips, sucking and nipping at them.
He drew back slowly, enjoying the reverse journey as much as he had penetrating her until his just his head was inside her. He pulled lightly at her lower lip before letting it go before nuzzling at the creamy column of her neck, her long, dark hair, soft against his cheek and then plunge forward. They both let out soft grunts as their bodies met forcefully and he could have sworn the earth literally moved with the heavy surge of pleasure that accompanied his stroke. He repeated the process and soon they found a lusty rhythm as his drove in and out of her with long, steady, powerful strokes, which she met with bucking, rolling hips. He felt her nails bite into the hard flesh of his buttocks as they moved with wild abandon. He felt her lips on his neck and shoulder as warm blooms of wet pressure. They groaned and moaned and exchanged endearments and encouragements on heavy breaths as he worked his cock in and out of her delectably tight snatch. He lowered more of his weight onto her, so that their firm midriffs slid across each other on a light film of sweat and her breasts flattened against his chest. Her nipples felt like two little coals, burning against his chest surrounded by the warm pillows of her breasts. They scraped across his chest as he moved back and forth. Her pussy flooded with cream, greasing the way for his plunging cock.
His lips found hers again as they writhed together and he could feel his balls beginning to churn as she sucked at his tongue and he mimicked the movement of his cock inside her with his tongue in her mouth. When, he was next buried inside her, she rocked her hips hard to the side as well as shifting her weight and he took her cue and shifted, allowing them to roll and exchange positions with her ending up on top, straddling him. He looked up at her, glistening and glowing with sweat, passion, her hair a dark, wild, tussled halo as she shifted and adjust to get comfortable. He tested the firm muscles of her thighs by squeezing them as he slid his hands up along them. He finally took hold of her waist, giving her the support she need to lean back and extend her arm so that her hands rested just below his knees. Satisfied, she started to rise and fall on his shaft, slowly increasing the length of her strokes until she was riding his entire length. He saw her straight, pearly white teeth pin her lower lip as she bobbed up and down on him. He took a firmer hold on her and when she next plunged down he thrust up. She gave a little cry and threw her head back as they strained together.
Her hair rose and fell with her, but slightly out of sync in a wild mass of raven curls and her breasts bobbed and swayed and shook with the impact of their connecting bodies. Her hard nipples, brown and hard, about the length and diameter of the first join of his middle finger and resting on the puffy, mushroom cap of her areola gave the strange impression of conducting the symphony of their passion. Their new position and her angle meant that he touched different parts of her and her channel clutched at him and applied pressure in different ways. Surges of pleasure snaked up his spine and through his body with each stroke as the massaging furnace of her sweet box rose and fell around him. They were both panting, him through gritted teeth as he fought to maintain control of his growing need fro release.
She shifted forward with him buried to the hilt inside her and ran her tongue up the centre of his chest as she rocked back and forth, rolling her hips in tight circles. She moaned into his mouth as her lips found his, her lustrous hair forming a dark curtain around their heads, the soft strands tickling his shoulders and neck. He was nearing the point of no return, and he could feel her taut belly quivering against his and her sex clenched at him sporadically, which he remembered as being signs that she was close as well. He slid his hands up her ribcage and captured her breasts, firmly, almost roughly, fondling them, tweaking and twisting her nipples, drawing more cries from her as she strained back and forth on his thrusting cock. The wet sound of their bodies colliding and their sounds and noises of enjoyment and appreciation filled the barn and echoed across the rafters.
She took his hands from her breasts and twining her slim fingers with his, drew them up next to his head and pressed them down into hay. She gripped his hands rhythmically, mewling and moaning constantly as she bore back and he thrust forward, writhing and undulating, both desperately trying to push themselves and each other to climax, yet at the same time fighting to stave it off to continue enjoying their lovemaking. Their bodies met again and they ground together, and she came. He happened to be watching her face when it happened and he believes it is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. He saw her eyes go wide and blank. Her jaw clenched and her teeth gritted for a moment and he felt her snatch lock a death grip on his cock before she threw her head back with a ragged, stuttering cry. Her grip on his hands grew near painful as her back arched, her belly pressing down against his shuddering violently. The tight grip of her channel rippled around him, causing a fresh wave of hot sex cream to flood into her and around him and his observation of her climax was interrupted by his own.
His balls tightened rapidly and the small of his back tightened and his ass clenched. His back arched, driving his dick deeper into her tightly clenched flesh. His cock swelled, pressing against the tight grip of her climaxing sex and then pulsed as he blasted spurt after heavy spurt of his seed into her molten depths. Energy ripped through him, carrying a tidal wave of pleasure with it. His nerves sang with the electric aftermath of conducting the sensation to his brain and he felt muscles all across his body twitch and shiver. His head pressed back against the hay beneath and his jaw clenched in an attempt to hold in the savage roar that rumbled in his throat, but not quit succeeding. His world went hazy as the sensations of his orgasm overloaded his senses and he felt a sudden sense of calm and rightness. He felt as if he were draining into her as his balls finally started to empty, His cock and his hip jerked as his spurts grew less intense and further apart and finally stopped, allowing him to relax. She had let out little whimpering groans each time he shifted inside her and when he stopped, the tension seemed to drain out of her and her body softened. Her legs straightened and her head came to rest on his chest, her fingers going limp between his as she lay draped boneless across him.
They simply lay like that as their breathing returned to normal. Her breath felt warm against his hot, sweaty skin. He felt himself shrinking and in time, and with a groan from him and a sigh from her, he slipped out of her. He felt her press a wet kiss against his skin and he gently shifted the hair that hid her face from him and tucked it behind her ear. "Are you okay, Lana?" he asked, noting her slightly unfocused eyes. She shifted her head, looking up at him and smiled, her eyes clearing. "Okay doesn't even begin to describe what I am right now, Clark. That was... was..." she replied, searching for the words she required. "I know what you mean. That was definitely a... benefit, wouldn't you say?" He supplied and she chuckled before agreeing: "Definitely a benefit!"
THE END