Leaning forwards more, Clark wrapped his arms gently around Annie's waist and pulled her more against himself. She on instinct threaded her hands into his hair and twirled the thick dark locks in between her fingers; yet still managed to keep him impossibly close. She gave a small shudder though when felt a warm hand against her side, Annie had been so distracted with simply getting lost in this rather deep, and passionate kiss, that she hadn't realised that Clark's hands had let her go and had slowly and gently edged up past her cardigan; seeing as how she hadn't pushed him away, not that she noticed, he stayed like that for a few minutes before he dared to venture onwards.
Of course, though as soon as she shuddered he pulled away thinking that he'd touched an injury, yet Annie smiled at him; in all her breathless, flustered beauty, she continued to look at him reassuringly before tentatively kissing him again. Clark didn't outwardly respond. He still wasn't believing she was okay, yet not responding was literally the hardest thing to ignore, like ever; so, he applied more pressure in response, and got a content sigh from Annie for it.
Her hands had softly been running up and down his chest, only to now settle on his stomach; through this she may have ended up pushing his shirt open more, and getting the hint when Annie tugged on it slightly, Clark moved away from leaning against the headboard and had to let her go for a moment to take the piece of clothing off. Once it had though he repaid the favour and did the same to her cardigan. Annie couldn't help but quietly laugh, yet after unbuttoning the middle button she wriggled her arms free and threw it somewhere.
Turning back to look at him, Annie crossed her arms at the contemplative look he was sending her way. Though admittedly it may have been a little bit hard to actually maintain eye contact considering Clark looked most likely the same as herself: flustered, or in Annie's cause full on flushed cheeks too, slightly wide eyes which though looked with love, also looked with a deep set hesitance; unlike Annie though Clark was sitting topless and that was very distracting to her, and his hair may have been sticking up at odd angles, she just got a little carried away with running her hands through the soft dark strands of hair.
With a sigh, she put a finger to his forehead, he frowned slowly at this, yet sighed from the simple contact. "You're thinking too much."
"You're a mind reader now?" He quipped back with a smile, though it didn't quite light
up his expression like most of his smiles did.
Annie trailed her hand down until it rested against his cheek. Clark leaned against the warm palm and watched as she shuffled up closer to him again. Cupping his face with her other hand, she looked at him firmly and seriously. A small frown had appeared on her face, and he knew that expression all too well. That's the one she usually wore when she intended on telling some home truths. "You won't hurt me," was all she whispered while kissing him softly in between each word before lingering close to him. "Because I trust you, and you need to trust yourself too. You're the gentlest person I've ever met, despite contradictorily enough being the strongest. You won't hurt me, Clark, because you never have." Annie whispered while looking him in the eyes.
Whatever hesitance that was lingering seemed to have slowly evaporated through listening to her. She let out a quiet laugh when he moved to capture her lips, he did this another two times before looking at her seriously. "If I do-"
"Shh," Annie put a finger to his lips, cutting him off simply. He frowned yet couldn't help but smile slightly when she looked at him with a smirk. "You won't." Annie said seriously with an equal serious look in her eyes while moving her finger. Clark nodded slowly and bought her close again before tangling his fingers into her hair, the braid which was there was rather promptly disbanded, and he could link his fingers with the slightly curled soft chestnut locks of hair.
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Beyond the Sun
FanfictionMoving from the crime capital of the world, to the quiet idyllic scenery of Smallville, the last thing Annie Lockett half expects is to befriend the one person who the other children label a 'freak'. In the same respect, the last thing Clark Kent ex...