Dreamcatcher

Chapter Thirty-One: The Decision

A/n: This chapter is the end of the smut from last chapter

Bright and early the next morning, Rachel woke up feeling exhausted. She barely had strength in her legs from last night after getting fucked by her boyfriend - and they never considered protection. Next to her, on top of Clark's bed, they laid. They were not under the covers so they'd been freezing over night. However, Rachel didn't feel cold or bothered by the lack of warmth at all. Instead, she dismissed it and looked over at the body that laid next to hers.

Given that it was almost eight in the morning, Clark was still fast asleep. He was laid on his front with his head facing away from Rachel. The brunette quietly giggled to herself at the sight and started at his butt before she mustered the strength to get out of bed.

The first thing Rachel did that morning was clean herself up. She rummaged through Clark's closet for clothes to borrow, with the intent to purchase some new clothes on Sunday during the weekly sale. With the selection of clothes at her disposal, she grabbed what she liked and made her way to the bathroom to shower to clean herself off properly.

Meanwhile, Clark laid on his bed, still in deep slumber. His dreams were, for while, pleasant. But like every recurring nightmare, he kept thinking of his father. The agony of knowing that his father had been taken from him brought Clark this phantom pain to haunt him every day. But unlike his sister, he could not connect to him.

It was that morning that Clark awoke. He shot up, almost letting out a terrified scream after his mind played a nasty trick of what his father would have looked like in the car crash. Clark breathed heavily from the sheer terror he was put through.

As last night recalled through his mind, Clark found himself all alone in bed with his pants hanging from his ankles. Given that it was only Friday meant that Clark was given no opportunity to sleep in. Slowly, Clark sat up and hunched over. The bed dipped after he planted his feet on the ground and stood up, then proceeded to pull his pants up and head towards the front door. As he made his way out of his room, dragging his feet along the floor, Clark let out a yawn and scratched the back of his head before he made his way downstairs.

The scent of cooked toast reached Clark's nostrils, inflating his hunger. At the bottom of the stairs, Clark made his way to the kitchen where he caught his mother and his girlfriend making breakfast. Given that this was Rachel's first morning at his place, it left him mesmerised to see his girlfriend and his mother bonding in his absence.

The two women eventually caught on to Clark lingering outside of the kitchen, staring at them, before they shot a warm smile his way and exchanged morning greetings.

"Morning, honey!" Rachel greeted her boyfriend in a sing-song manner.

Joyce quickly stared at her son before drawing her attention back to her cooking.

"Morning, sleepyhead," said Joyce.

While she still had her back to him, Clark walked up to his girlfriend and wrapped his arms around Rachel's waist for comfort and to express his joy for being able to hug the person he loved most. Rachel smiled and chuckled at his affection and turned her head towards his and gave Clark a kiss on the cheek.

"Breakfast is almost ready." Rachel notified her significant other.

Clark stuck his nose into Rachel's hair and inhaled deeply through his nostrils and asked, "Did you shower?"

"Yeah. I didn't want to wake you up, so I decided to clean myself up for you."

"F-For me?"

Rachel smirked, biting her bottom lip teasingly and whispered into his ear. "You were great last night."