"YAWN! I wonder if Smallville is coming back. He'd better hope my dress isn't ruined, because I'll kill him. Thanks for the pajamas, cuz….Well, I can see why Lana moved out, this bed is horrible. Lex's bed HAS to be more comfortable than this one…."

"It's after three…I don't think so. I wonder if he's really mad…Maybe I should call him…"

"Quit biting your thumbnail, Chloe…Clark will be fine…just tell him it's a joke and that's it. YAWN! This bed reminds me of the place The General moved us into after Mom died…."

"Yeah…I guess…I'll do some work…good thing there's no class tomorrow...today, I mean…Lois?"

"…zzzzzzzzz……"

!knockknock! "chloe…."

"hey, clark..sshhh, Lois is sleeping…."

"come out here, okay? There's no one in the lounge…we need to talk about tonight."

"Okay…I wasn't sure you were coming back. I feel like an idiot… I'm so embarrassed, Clark Now you are grinning at me like that..oh God, I AM an idiot…."

"Well, maybe a little…a cute idiot...No…here..I picked this up for you. It's just the way you like it. "

"Thanks, Clark. I feel like I should be making you coffee…making you get up and come in to Metropolis like this…"

"Any time. Chloe, are you really worried about me being gay?"

"Hee…well, no, and I got some pretty hard evidence to the contrary tonight, if I really was concerned….Lois had this idea that if I called, we might get somewhere…but we just got here…If I say it was a joke can we forget about it?"

"Chloe, what about Jimmy?"

"I don't know, Clark…if I thought….well, never mind."

"Hey, Chloe?"

"What? This coffee is so good…where did you get it?"

"New York. You know, if the journalism career doesn't pan out, you'd make a great phone sex operator…"

"Shut up!….I'd have to have Lois write all my stuff….Wouldn't Dad and the General be proud? A stripper and a phone sex operator….they already have a con artist, so why not? Oh God! I just want to die, Clark…so embarrassed."

"What if I said I had been tempted tonight? That the fact that you and Lois were supposed to be drunk held me back and that I got mad when I realized you weren't because…it was wrong to play games like that, Chloe."

"Were you? I'm sorry if we hurt you, Clark…"

"Have I ever told you how great you look in flannel, Chloe? With your hair all just soft and undone like it is now.."

"Flannel...something about which you are an expert….No, you never have….Why, these pajamas the magic charm? Do more for you than the leather dress?"

"You aren't at all drunk, are you?"

"No. Hee, I had you going, though, didn't I?"

"Yeah…Chloe, about Jimmy…."

"We broke up this afternoon, Clark. That's why Lois and I went out in the first place. She kept pointing out guys…and…I kept talking about you….Finally, we came up with our plot...the booty call plot…"

"AH…Well, this part of the couch next to me IS empty.."

"So I see. What are you thinking, Mr. Kent?"

"Why don't you come over here and find out? Or do you do your best work on the phone?"

"Shut. UP. All right...let me set this down…okay, here I am…."

"Did your dress get ruined?"

"Probably."

"Sorry. …You smell so good, Chloe…like ginger and honey…"

"Clark…"

"Yeah?"

"I really did want to see you tonight…."

"I know. I wanted to see you too. There's something I wanted to do, without the world coming to an end during, without either one of us impaired or pretending…."

"Whoa…Clark! Wait, where are you going? You can't just kiss me like that and leave….my TOES are tingling, Clark…."

"Oh yes I can. See you tomorrow, Chloe…"

"Clark!"

"And tell Lois to stay home…"

THE END