Kindred

TITLE: Kindred

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of ?

FANDOM: Smallville

SHIP: Kara / Clark

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Seven and Eight

UNIVERSE: Inspired by JohnSlayers "I Came Back..." Kara and Clark find that sometimes family is all you have, all you need and not the obstacle you think it might be to finding happiness.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Smallville. 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

It had been months and nothing. Her leads had dried up weeks ago and now she was searching more or less blindly, her hope of finding Kandor dwindling a little more each day. Kara didn't know what was worse, the empty space or the empty barren planets. She missed her friends, Chloe, Lois, Jimmy and even Lana, but she missed her cousin the most. He had come for her, maybe not initially, but when it counted he had risked his life for hers. He understood her loss and he was family. The years in the Phantom Zone had been bad enough, but she was starting to regret the folly of her self-imposed exile on a fool's errand that had never really had any real chance of success when she looked at it objectively.

She had turned back more than half a dozen times, but the hope of finding a part of her home world to which she could belong had driven her on. Kara slowed her headlong plunge through space and finally came to a stop, spinning slowly. She laughed suddenly, a short sharp, derisive bark in her ears, but silent in the vacuum of space. She was giving up the one part of Krypton that actually really meant something to her, that she had willingly sacrificed so much for to go looking for ghosts, phantoms. The irony was almost painful in its ludicracy. Her laughter, now in her head turned, bitter and mocking and she could clearly hear Zor-El's voice chiding her for being a silly girl. Kara oriented herself on earth and gathering herself shot back the way she had come with suddenly renewed vigor.

Clark looked up at the night sky from the barn's loft stable door window and wondered if Kara had found what she was looking for amongst those glittering lights. Lana was gone, for good this time, their endless dance finally terminated by fate and Lex Luthor. She was literally death to him now. His relationship with Lois was erratic at best, volatile at worst. He had seen what could happen if he told her his secret. It was just another chapter of his life that would never get written. Chloe was spreading her wings with Oliver and his group. He worried about her, but didn't begrudge her the opportunity to find her place. He didn't miss the irony of being the one coming off second best to duty in a friendship. His cousin had not been in life that long, but she understood what it truly meant to be different, alien to this world and its people. She knew it even more acutely than he did, not having the benefit of growing up amongst them. Kara was family. He missed her like he missed his mom, but at least she was only a phone call away. Listing g his losses made him feel alone and adrift, so he turned to the one thing he could count on, crime in Metropolis. He zipped up his jacket and headed for the city to patrol as the red and blue blur.

Kara saw the blue / green ball of Clark's adopted world grow steadily larger. She had always wondered what Jor-El had seen in that little mud ball of a world, but in the short months she had been on it, she had understood. The peoples of earth had great potential, as well as, the capacity for both great good and evil. Jor-El had sent his son here to show them the benefit of good and to keep hope for it alive. And, she would be at his side helping him do so instead of scouring the cosmos for a myth. She had told him she didn't fit in on earth. She now knew it was because she hadn't wanted to, her dream of still finding some part of Krypton in tact, some thread of her old life to pick up had obscured the possibility of creating a new one. She had said her path was elsewhere and had complete forgotten that she created her own path. She removed her re-breather when she hit the atmosphere and took a deep breath as she swooped low over the ocean. It felt good to fill her lungs with fresh, salt scented air. She took her bearings and headed for Smallville.

Minutes later she landed in front of the Kent farmhouse only to find it, after a quick scan, dark and deserted and the same with the barn. The only greeting she got was from Shelby in the form of a single joyful bark as he bounded out to vigorously lick her hand until she knelt down to scratch his ears an d belly when the dog rolled onto its back. She smiled and wondered where Clark was at such a late hour. She had been on the move for a long time and it felt strange, but good to have familiar ground under her feet. She patted Shelby's belly, ignoring his imploring eyes and rose to enter the house. Her stomach rumbled and instead of heading upstairs as planned she headed for the kitchen.

The glass of milk she poured herself tasted better than the finest Kryptonian vintage she had tasted and she ignored the left over chicken and pizza in the refrigerator for a large, sweet slice of cherry pie. Both chicken and pizza fell prey to her appetite a little while later. The rations she had taken with her kept her belly full, but she had almost forgotten how good real food tasted. She kept wondering where Clark was, occasionally focusing her senses if she thought she had heard his approach, but it was just the sounds of the night and an old house. With, her belly appeased she headed up stairs.

She wrinkled her nose as she stripped out of her clothes, fully intending to burn them. In the vacuum of space, no one can hear you scream and they also can't smell themselves. She turned on the shower, hotter than she usually would and after a few minutes, the room started t fill with steam. She stepped under the spray with a soft sigh as the hot needles of water pelted her skin in a hot caress. She turned slowly under the water and gathered her hair; made dark, straight and heavy with water out of the way to let the water beat down on her shoulders as she rolled them to ease the tension the heat was already starting to relieve. She finished her rotation and turned her face up into the spray, letting the water fill her mouth before exhaling it. She wiped the water off her face and raked her fingers through her hair before reaching for the shower gel. She luxuriated under the spray as she soaped herself, hands lingering at breast and groin after awhile. Taking a shower wasn't the only thing she hadn't done in months.

The hot water and steam relaxed her, but she let her hands build a new, different tension inside her. The sweet kind of tension that made her insides flutter, that had her moaning softly as lightly exploring fingers delved deeper, finding that special spot in her intimate depths she had discovered when she had become aware of her sexuality so many, many years and a lifetime ago. She clutched at her breast, fondling and squeezing it, hands sliding on skin made slippery by the shower gel. She found her nipple hard, swollen and extended to its full finger-joint length and diameter. She pinched, tweaked, flicked and rolled it sending pleasant sparks of sensation radiating into her chest. She let her eyes droop closed, surrendering herself to the feel of her self-satisfying touch as the tension mounted, tightening and twisting in the pit of her belly.

So many things had changed, but this hadn't as she felt her climax rise towards its peak as she applied specific, intimate pressure to her clit as she circled her thumb over it while her fingertips tickled her core. She gasped as her belly tensed and a shudder rattled its way through her frame as her sex flooded, flexed, twisted and rippled around her fingers her and hot, delicious tendrils of delight sparked across her nerves and insinuated themselves into every part of her as the tension suddenly unraveled into a orgasm. Her hand left her breast and she flung it out, bracing it against the wall under the showerhead for support as her legs trembled. Familiarity seemed to breed contempt because some greedy, needy part of her wished it was someone else's fingers or better yet something male and substantial, Unbidden, an image of Clark when she had once seen him come out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his chiseled chest and torso still beaded with water, his hair wet and tussled, rose in the darkness behind her eyelids, followed by another electric surge of pleasure and rush of liquid heat.

Kara gasped again, this time in shock and all but yanked her fingers from her snatch, her eyes snapping open. She lifted her head into the spray and deliberately shut off the hot water. Guilt pounded in her mind as her blood pounded in her ears. The water started to cool and then ran ice cold, hitting her with the shock she required. Kryptonian and super-powered or not, she shivered as she rinsed off as quickly as she could and then hopped out of the shower. She rubbed heat back into her skin as she dried herself and then wrapped the towel around herself and started on her hair. It was only her concern for his absence that had brought him to mind she rationalized as she walked to her room after checking to find Clark's was still empty.

She found her room exactly as she'd left it and sitting on the edge of her bed started to comb out her hair. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the dresser mirror and searched her blue eyes. We are the last son and daughter of Krypton after all. Why couldn't we..." she squelched the thought before she could finish it. The idea was absurd. He would never see her that way, what with Lana and Lois in the picture. Plus, they were cousins. It might have been commonplace on Krypton, but not here on earth. She shook her head a mocking smile quirking her full lips. "Silly girl." She whispered into the silence.

She rose, setting her comb down on the dresser and made her way back to his room. It was still empty and she was starting to more than just wonder where he was as it was nearly five in the morning. She settled on his big solid bed and frowned as it creaked rather alarmingly. She bent down and looked at the frame to find it had recently and hastily been repaired. The quiet seemed to bare down as she sat waiting for him. She should have put something on while she was in her room, but she was quite comfortable as she sat wrapped in the towel, deciding to wait for him.

The strangeness of inactivity and a deep weariness she had been obstinately ignoring started to catch up for her and she curled up on her side in the middle of the bed in a bid to get more comfortable. It didn't take long before her eyelids started to droop. She forced them up trying to blink herself back to wakefulness and not quite succeeding. "I should go to my own bed." She thought lazily, but she was warm and comfortable and it seemed so far away. When her eyes closed again, they stayed that way as she drifted off to sleep, relaxing and stretching out across the bed.

It wasn't so much a dream as a series of flashes and images, but all were of Clark. Some of them were memories, while others, others were pure fantasy. His smile was still warm, open, sincere and charming, but his scent changed from familiar and comforting to an exciting cocktail of manly virility and arousal. The chaste press of his lips to her cheek transformed into a deep passionate searching lip-lock. The feel of his arms wrapped around her in a hug became his body pressed against hers, his manhood hard, hot and throbbing against her belly. She moaned softly in her sleep as she tossed and turned, but did not wake. As, she fussed and shifted, the towel came loose and she ended up lying on it and not covered by it.

Her hand slid over the curve of her taut belly and between her legs without its mistress's conscious command. Long, slender fingers searched out and found her entrance amongst open, moist, swollen folds and fought her resistant, clenching, clutching flesh to work their way inside. She rolled on her side, drawing up her knees and curling around her hand as her fingers started to saw back and forth, while in her head they were Clark's.

Clark came to a stop outside his house, frowning. He did not remember leaving the lights on in his room or the kitchen. He turned as Shelby trotted out of the barn, stopping to stretch and yawn before pressing against his leg. The dog seemed unperturbed as he scratched behind its ears. "Why are the lights on, Boy? And, why doesn't it seem to bother you in the least?" he asked the dog who tilted his head slightly and let out a soft bark as if in answer. Clark chuckled softly. "Well let's go see who's come to visit." He said out loud and quietly entered the farmhouse.

Whoever they were they were sort of considerate. They had cleaned his refrigerator out, but had done the dishes. A wild thought made him think that maybe Lana had returned, but he squelched it. That chapter was done with and she would have told him if they had been able to neutralize the Kryptonite toxicity in the suit that had been permanently bonded to her. The lower floor of the house was empty, so he climbed the stairs where he noticed the door to Kara's old room was ajar. He peered inside and saw a hand towel on the floor. He stepped into the room and on inspection found that the towel was damp. "Did Kara come back and if so where is she?" he asked himself and then a soft noise caught his attention. He went back to the door and found that the sound was coming from down the hall, specifically his room.

The sound was familiar, but he couldn't quite place it, so the sight that greeted him as he cautiously and quietly open the door to his bedroom, froze him in his tracks. Kara had indeed returned and she was naked in the middle of his bed and she was... Kara was a beautiful woman, no one with eyes could deny that, but to see her like that, to hear her, his body didn't care that she was his cousin. His dick stirred in his pants, stiffening rapidly.

A, small voice, shrieked at her to wake-up, but it was all but drowned out by the swell of pleasure as her subconscious showed her the delight of his fingers in and on her, his lips on hers, tongues dancing a tempestuous tango, What they would feel like at her breast, warm and wet on her aching nipples. She moaned louder, writhing and undulating, the material of the towel rubbing against the skin of her back, buttocks and sides in a real world caress that gave the illusion of her dream some substance.

Even, as he berated himself for doing so, his eyes swept over her writhing form, noting her long, shapely legs; the smooth, lush curve of her flared hips as they flowed into her narrow waist and her toned torso. His inspection took a detour as he followed the movement of her long, slender-fingered hand between her legs. Her palm covered her small triangle of golden fur and he watched, almost mesmerized as two of her digits slowly slid in and out of her. He could see them glisten with moisture. His one hand remained frozen on the doorknob, but he used the other to adjust his throbbing erection to get what comfort he could as it strained against the cotton of his boxers and the denim of his jeans.

The movement of her other hand finally broke the trance and his eyes moved on, back to her now quivering belly and up along the slight ridges and valleys of her ribs to the perfect globes of her full, round breasts, tipped with silver dollar sized, slightly raised dusky areola and slightly darker pink nipples, hard and just a little bigger than the first joint of his little finger. He watched fascinated has her hand clutched and squeezed her breast, leaving their imprint to fade slowly as her fingers moved on to tweak and flick one of her hard peaks. His mouth was open and he licked his lips and swallowed hard as his lips, mouth and throat felt dry. His gaze moved on, finding the smooth, creamy expanse of her chest; the strong column of her neck; the cascading wealth of her golden tresses and finally her face with a soft expression of dreamy bliss on her features; her full lips parted, her tongue peeking out to wet them in a sensual swipe, but her eyes were closed. They weren't squeezed shut or tense, but relaxed, as if... It was his cousin's face, his sleeping cousin's face.

It was the last that finally jogged him out of his arousal-befuddled state. "She's my cousin." The thought hammered its way to the front of his mind. Guilt flooded his consciousness and he dragged his eyes away from her and to the floor. His erection subsided, but seemed to have no intension of leaving completely as she moaned again and started to pant softly. Clark groaned. That sound too was very familiar, fresh in his mind. Lana did that before she... His jaw clenched and his hand tightened on the doorknob, he felt the metal give and crumple under the pressure before he took a deep breath and relaxed. That scar was still far too fresh to pick at.

The short time he had been able to completely be with Lana, physically, sexually without hurting her or worrying about hurting her had awakened parts of him he had long since buried and with her now gone... That was the only reason he would react to Kara like that he rationalized raising his eyes once more. She was beautiful and sexy and they were all that remained of Krypton and they shared a bond... He gave himself a mental slap. "Don't be ridiculous. She would never think of you in that way." He chided himself. He considered his options and decided he'd crash in her room; be happy that she was back and talk to her in the morning. He would just forget any of this ever happened as he pulled the door closed slowly and quietly.

The flashes were gone and her dream took on the linear narrative of fantasy. In Kara's dream his strong hands explored her from head to toe and his lips and swirling tongue followed, manipulating her as he wanted and she surrendered willingly. Her skin felt like it was on fire, cooled pleasantly, momentarily by his touch only to flare up again. Pleasure played tag across her nerves and arousal made her head swim. And then, he was on top of her, between her spread thighs, pressed between her folds, poised at he entrance. His eyes held hers with passion and love and then he was driving into her, his thick long shaft filling and stretching her sopping, molten resistant flesh with masculine power, forging a fiery trail to her core.

Had, she been conscious, she would have realized the impossibility of It, but as it was the surge of her climax from his single thrust left her in awe as she joyfully cried out Clark's name as her spine tensed, arching her back as she came. Ecstasy flooded every fiber of her being, leaving her body vibrating with the tension of channeling all that delightful sensation. She had read somewhere that some poet had called an orgasm, the little death and now she could believe it, she could feel it as tremors ran through her on the waves of her climax and it felt like there simply wasn't enough oxygen in the air and that her heart was about to explode.

Clark hadn't quite closed the door when he heard her cry out his name and he was instantly by her side. He was amazed to see she was still asleep and unmistakably having one hell of an orgasm. His dick sprang to attention once more and he had to ignore the distraction of it trying to bust free of his jeans as he tried to figure out what to do as her pant sand moans became little whimpers and she curled into a tight, fetal ball. He wanted to reach out and comfort her, but he feared what else he might want to do to her if he touched her naked skin. "She was dreaming of me and..." he deduced with shocked amazement. "But, that would mean..." his mind balked, unable to accept the conclusion.

Kara looked almost like she was in pain and it tugged at his heart as certainly as her sensuality tugged at his libido. He was about to reach for her, to pull her into his arms and comfort her, consequences be damned, when she suddenly relaxed and stretched out again, a simple, soft smile on her lips. He let out the breath he hadn't known he was holding and saw his hands tremble slightly, mere inches from her smooth, slender shoulders. "She was just dreaming, so what? She is still your cousin. You should be ashamed of yourself," He scolded himself strictly even as his eyes continued to drink in her nude, sculpted female perfection. Her fingers and the inside of her thigh on which they rested were shiny with moisture and he could smell the spice of sex wafting off her. Clark shook himself, taking a deep breath to steady and steel himself and then turned away from her.

He retrieved a quilt from his cupboard and carefully covered her with it to make sure she was comfortable as much as to remove the temptation of her nudity. She stirred, murmuring something he didn't catch and he froze, but she didn't wake. "I am just going to forget any this happened." He reminded himself although his erection throbbing hotly against his stomach was a constant, undeniable reminder of what he had witnessed, concluded and felt.

He paused at the door, looking at his slumbering cousin, serene and at peace while he felt confused and in turmoil. "Could there be more between us than friendship and kinship? If Kara was dreaming of him in that way with such spectacular affect and he could see her in that light with such strong reaction then... That if bothers me. I could be misconstruing this somehow, jumping to the wrong conclusion. The only way to be sure would be to confront her and I don't think I can or want to explain this." He thought in a whirlwind of apprehension.

He sighed as his thoughts circled and couldn't find any adequate solution to his dilemma. "Welcome home, Kara." He whispered to her, sincerely meaning it despite the strange yearnings her return had evoked in him and the complications they created. He flicked the light off before closing the door behind him and went directly to the bathroom to take a long, cold shower.

TO BE CONTINUED

Feedback will really be appreciated on this one... It kind of just happened and I want to know if it is worth continuing, as it feels unfinished with scope to grow, but...