[ooc: Warning for language, naked people and implied sex. Also note the new Kryptonite tag.]

Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes. - Marquis de Sade

( Clarkie's been a bad boy... )

[ooc: Companion piece to this by reporter_chloe]

Clark slowly drifted out of sleep to hear the sound of his cell playing Rascal Flatts. He rubbed at his eyes, then took a look at the alarm clock. Three in the morning? Who would be calling him at this hour?

( Hello? )

...I love her...The sun was almost ready to take it's rise, but something completely different was dawning on the farmboy turned reporter as he stared out the window of the barn's loft ( Read more... )

She was gone. Really gone. It would be almost three months before he saw her again and it was already killing him ( Read more... )

[Private, i.e. locked from everyone]1. Chloe's been gone two years now. I miss her so much. I'd do almost anything just to hear her call me a big dumb alien ( Read more... )