For Morgana

[smallville_guy]

Clark liked his job. It made it easy for him to still attend community college and help out on the farm. It was considerably smaller now after his father died. His mother had insisted on it, even though Clark had insisted that he could keep up the farm and do all his school work but she wouldn't hear it. She had insisted that he have something of a social life, even though most days Clark was fairly sure that most days he'd be just fine missing out on that.

"People are great, but hard to interact with, right?" Clark asked, reaching out to pet the large horse in front of him. He leaned in a bit more to let it snuff at him before he held out his arm to take a selfie of himself and the horse. It was less a selfie and more of a "horsie" - which sounded weird - though so he took a few more pictures of just the horse before he sent them off to Morgana.

Clark's father had helped Morgana's dad pick out horses when they were younger. Apparently they'd been friends for years right up to when Morgana's father had died. Jonathan had continued to look after the horses for Morgana and when he died Clark took over the job. Honestly he thought that she probably could have gotten someone else to do it for her but the money was definitely appreciated. Sometimes Clark wondered if Morgana wasn't doing it just to help out- like Jonathan had done when she had died.

Either way, Clark was grateful for the job. Which is another reason why he'd never approached her about the fact that he knew she sometimes came to visit the horses in the middle of the night. Normally that wouldn't be a problem except that she lived in England. And the only reason that he knew she had come because of his super hearing, so it would be an awkward conversation at best.

But what if? What if Morgana could do that because she was like him? He couldn't not at least look into it a little bit. From everything that he could tell Morgana was human, although he was sure that to x-ray and microscopic vision he might appear the same way.

So Clark had decided to leave it in Morgana's hands. That night before heading in Clark hung a bag of apples on a post where she'd be sure to see it in the stables. On it was pinned a note:

M-

I didn't give them a treat today. I figured you might like to do it tonight.

-C

If she wanted to talk to him about it then she could. If not... then he would just let it go. For now.

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[lefey]

'I was always the freak. You don't know, because you never came to England but I was. Kids know when something is up, and the fact I was rich and "important" only helped so much.' and an orphan.

She imagined it wasn't quite as okay for him, either, but if it was a lie that comforted him then so be it.

'They do, even when I'm asleep and I dream... I didn't do sleepovers much.' She watched him roast the apple and smiled more. 'Clearly I should've taken you camping with me.'

[smallville_guy]

"I almost came once," Clark admitted, giving her a sad smile. "But... how would I explain how I'd gotten there? I just... sometimes I missed you so much."

It was the first time either of them had really admitted how close or important they'd been to each other as children. Even when they saw each other only sporadically it had felt special to Clark. Like a secret thing. A friend from another land that didn't care if he was weird or shy or anything like that. It was like... well, like magic.

"That's too bad... the gold is neat but not as pretty as your natural eye color. And yeah you should have taken me camping, I'm an Eagle Scout."

[lefey]

'Did Martha and Jonathon give you a "how to be the most American you can be" book as a child?' Morgana asks, smiling all the while. It felt so nice to be talking to him. Really talking to him not just fluttering around the topics she'd really prefer to discuss.

When he calls the green of her eyes pretty she blushes, but lets go of the magic so they fade back to the light green colour.

'I wish we had sussed each other out before now.' not that now was bad, her smile was almost serene as she looked at him, leaning close, biting her bottom lip just a little.

[smallville_guy]

“Hey, I liked being in the Boy Scouts. You got to learn all sorts of skills and help people,” Clark said, although he was grinning even as he was being defensive about it. He knew that some of the things were about blending in but some were just to give him a full childhood.

“And I’m glad we did too,” he said. Looking down at her, biting her lip like that, suddenly made him feel very aware of the fact that he was only in his boxers. How had he forgotten that? “You should stop by and see me whenever you come see the horses.”

[lefey]

Oh, Morgana hadn't forgotten. He was hard to forget, even for a moment. Though there hadn't been a time since she realised boys were nice to look at that she had forgotten Clark. They were only friends, it was impossible to be more with an entire ocean between them but a girl had eyes.

And god, he was good to look at.

'You just invited me to come see you every night, Eagle Scout.' she grinned, wondering slightly what Martha would think about the sudden British invasion if she ever found out.

[smallville_guy]

“Well your horses aren’t the only ones that miss you,” Clark said, flushing as he said it and ducking his head again. It was hard for him to look at her so close like this because all he could focus on was her mouth and how her lips looked very kissable.

He’d always thought she was beautiful, even as kids, but it was always the way that the stars were beautiful; it was just the natural way of things. Now he noticed that she was beautiful in the “I really want to kiss her” way. Which was kind of a problem.

“Farm boys do too.”

[lefey]

There's something innately charming about the look on his face as he ducks his head. it makes Morgana smile brighter. Even more so at his words.

A gentle finger tilts his head back up again, and then impulse gets her and Morgana presses closer, meeting their lips together in a soft, inviting kiss.

[smallville_guy]

Clark wondered if maybe she could reads minds too because as soon as she moved forward and kissed him he realized that’s exactly what he’d been wanting her to do. He kissed her back, arms wrapping around her waist as he deepened the kiss. There was a flutter of excitement in his stomach and he felt goosebumps rush down his arms. She felt amazing, her lips so soft he didn’t ever want to stop kissing or touching her.

[lefey]

Maybe it was because they were friends first but there's something truly comforting about the way his arms wrap around her, something exciting about the way it makes her pulse race and her body press even closer to him.

When he seeks more she gladly gives it, parting her lips so they can taste each other, to finally put to rest what for her at least has been a long curiosity. Her hands settle against the smooth skin of his back, tracing mindless circles as she does.

[smallville_guy]

Something about her touch makes Clark give an o voluntary hum of pleasure against her mouth even as his tongue teased hers. It’s not exactly his first kiss but it feels like it, maybe because it was with her, something about it feeling that much more special.

He didn’t even realize he was softly gasping her name as thenkiss broke until the sound was out and he flushed again. He could fly up to the sun but getting caught saying her name like that is what made him feel warm.

[lefey]

His voice sounds almost as good as his kiss feels, Morgana whimpers softly when the kiss ends, sucking her lower lip between her teeth again as she looked up at him. They must've both been red as a rose, but she'd happily do it again... and again...

'We should do that more often.'

[smallville_guy]

“Well I’m not busy right now,” he said, leaning in to kiss her again, only more passionately this time. He hadn’t even really meant to but he’d moved in quickly and a desire in him just flared up to kiss her more, to thread his fingers in her hair and just drown in her. He could hear her heart beating and smell the scent that was unmistakably her, faintly of her horses but also her soap and skin. He wanted to memorize every part of her, like she might just disappear at any moment.

[lefey]

If he could hear her heart, he could certainly hear it race the longer their lips pressed together, the more he touched her. Morgana wanted him in a way that wasn't at all born of mere quick desire but long years of knowing him, of loving him from the start. She presses herself as close as she can, her hands trailing over his back, hesitating at the line of his underwear, though sorely tempted to keep going.

Restraint wasn't Morgana's strongest trait, that's for sure.

[smallville_guy]

“You don’t have to stop,” Clark said, guessing at her hesitation and appreciating it. He’d been embarrassed before but once they had started kissing that had definitely all gone away and if they pressed any closer Morgana might feel just how eager he was.

“I just... don’t have a lot of experience,” he admitted. Normally that would be embarrassing but it was Morgana and he had always felt comfortable with her. “My heat vision used to go off when I got aroused which was... kind of a problem.”

[lefey]

'I set fire to a rubbish bin if it's any consolation.' because making out in a back alley and letting a boy stick his hands in her knickers hadn't been the best decision and apparently her magic meant to tell her as much.

That or the mix of fear of getting caught and the thrill of doing something she shouldn't had been quite flammable.

Clark's permission sets her at ease and her hands find their way lower, finally getting to touch that magnificent backside of his. Only for a minute, as Morgana suddenly has an idea.

'Hold that thought, I'll be right back.' and as quickly as she appeared, Morgana was gone. Only returning several minutes later to take his hand and take him with her.

When they rematerialise, they are some ways out from the farmhouse, though still on Kent land, beneath one of the few trees not entirely surrounded by corn. In the time she was gone Morgana had made them a sort of makeshift tent, mostly out of long, translucent curtains that don't do much to block out the stars and certainly not the thick glow of the moon. The curtains are held up by the tree branch, the trunk makes up the back of the little home and the floor is piles of soft , expensive blankets and pillows.

'Here. Neither of us have to worry about destorying anything.'

[smallville_guy]

Clark groaned a bit when she got her hands on his backside and was about to return the favor when she suddenly just... disappeared. He wouldn’t have looked for her except he was suddenly freaking out that he’d crossed a line or upset her. She hadn’t looked upset but Clark was so unsure about this sort of situation. Peering over his glasses it took him just a moment to spot her. Smiling to himself he stopped watching and just waited.

When she returned and brought him to the tent he couldn’t help but smile even more.

“It’s perfect,” he said, turning back to Morgana to kiss her again, so overwhelmed with gratitude for what she’d done that words didn’t seem sufficient.

[lefey]

His lips were sweet, they were something Morgana could quickly find herself accustomed too. As was the easy comfort of being in his arms. Her own arms loop around him, tracing his skin with a lazy sort of pleasure that she rarely had the chance for, her lips parting easily.

Eventually, her hands drifted back to his bum, giving him another fond squeeze.

[smallville_guy]

The noise Clark made when she grabbed his bum surprised him, somewhere between a groan and a growl. He kind of liked how it sounded. Clark definitely liked how she touched him and he couldn’t help but press himself against her more, trying to get more touch, more contact. He kissed her with a growing passion that made him feel a heat behind his eyes. Clark didn’t let that stop him though, tongue teasing her own.

Eventually his own hands moved down to grip her backside, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut tight just in case his heat vision kicked in.

[lefey]

There's a feeling of utter delight that flutters in her chest when he makes that noise, even more as he presses himself against her with only her clothes and his underwear to separate them. Maybe it's a bit hasty, for them to come together in this way. Something born of the excitement of not being alone anymore, of being able to use powers without flinching in fear of what might come next.

Or maybe it was long overdue, all the times her eyes had lingered on him as he restacked the hay or went out with her and the horses. The times she had stolen his shirt after jumping in a pond, claiming not to want to freeze to death but partially just wanting to have an excuse to stick around, to breathe in his comforting scent.

Morgana presses back into the kiss, her hands moving so her fingers can entwine in his hair, so she can lean up closer even as he grabs her bum in a bit of playful retaliation.

'You taste so good...'

[smallville_guy]

Clark wasn't really thinking that this was hasty at all, not with the way they'd been so comfortable for so long. Even as they got older and drifted apart Clark had never thought of her as estranged. Or maybe it was just knowing that someone out there could understand a bit of what he went through, of having to hide who you were. Or maybe it was just because Morgana was gorgeous and Clark was a healthy young man. Whatever the reason it didn't occur to him that things were moving too fast. No, as her fingers threaded through his hair he was pretty sure they were moving at a fantastic pace.

"You feel... better than anything I've ever felt," Clark said, hands sliding up a bit, fingertips brushing along her skin just inside the hem of her shirt.

[lefey]

'Perhaps you should keep sliding your hands up, then. Just to be sure.' she says, standing on her toes so she can whisper it in a purr against his lips. So she can nip playfully before kissing him again.

She may not be just in boxer briefs, but there's not much keeping Clark's hands at bay, no bra beneath her loose t-shirt, no knickers if his hands decide to venture south beneath her jeans.

[smallville_guy]

Clark made the noise again, although it was due just as much to her whispering in his ear as it was to the encouragement to move his hands higher. The encouragement was nice though because he was torn about how obvious it seemed the eventual outcome was and not wanting to go to fast. So the encouragement was appreciated and his hands moved hip higher, surprised to find bare skin there.

“Am I the only one wearing underwear?” he asked, arching an eyebrow before sucking in a breath at the way her soft breast felt against his rough hands. Her nipples even almost tickled a bit on his palms. Clark was aware of Morgana's reputation as a bit of a... wild child at times so it wasn’t entirely out of the range of possibility that she wasn’t wearing any undergarments at all.

[lefey]

'Yeah, but you're only wearing underwear... and you were waiting for me.' Morgana points out, grinning. 'Besides, you should've seen how much I wasn't wearing when I got up forty minutes ago.' there was almost a twinkle of amusement in her eyes, though her voice wavers slightly as his hands touch her breasts. He's gentle, light, it teased her and compelled her to press closer, wanting more.

[smallville_guy]

"I- I didn't know if you'd come, I was- I just went to bed like normal," Clark said, face flushed as he stumbled a bit over the words, distracted over the thought of Morgana wearing nothing at all. It was ridiculous because he had his hands on her chest, squeezing her breasts just a bit, but somehow her teasing tripped him up. He liked it. "I'd like to see what you're wearing tomorrow morning though... or afternoon for you. I'm trying to say I want to fall asleep with you. And wake up."

Yeah, he was real great at this.

[lefey]

'I'm sure we can tire each other out...' it shouldn't make her smile to watch him trip over his words like a schoolboy, yet it does. Like perhaps unlike most of the men or even the women she took to bed he actually cared about what came out of his lips, not just if it was enough to get her to strip.

'I would like to spend the night.' she adds, wishing at least briefly that she could float, but having to settle for leaning up to press their lips together. 'We have a lot to... discuss.'