"Who's being selfish now?" Clark said, challenging her. "What if you're being in the machine with me is the only chance I have to get my powers back?"
Lana looked at him with cold fury. Before Clark knew it, she had whisked him to the new part of the mall, empty of people, where the stores were still under construction. "I can't believe what you just said. Can you hear yourself? Are you serious?"
"They're my powers. I don't mind you're having them too, but if it's between the two of us, you know I'm the one who should be super," he maintained.
"Really? What if I disagree? What if I think I'm the one who deserves them more?" She pushed him lightly, sending him stumbling into a storefront. "What exactly would you do about it?"
"Lana! Be careful! You don't know your own strength."
"Oh, so I don't know 'my' strength? Maybe you're the one who should be careful, then," she said. In an instant, she was right next to him, floating several inches off the ground so that they were face-to-face.
He tried to back away, but he had no room to move. He started to move to the side, but she put her hands on his shoulders, holding him in place. "This is so easy, Clark! I can feel you struggle, but I'm not even trying. How wonderful it is to have super-strength!"
"Lana, please!"
Still holding him with one hand, she ran the other hand down his chest to the bottom of his abdomen, touching his body lightly with her fingers. "You know, Clark, I kind of like you like this. So nervous, so close, and so very, very helpless." She put her hands on his shoulders, leaned into his lips and kissed him, hard. "Mmmm, yes."
"Lana, what are you doing?"
"You know, Clark, I'm a very passionate girl. For some reason, fighting always makes me feel very hot inside. Especially when I'm fighting with you." She brushed her thigh against him. "And I can see I'm not the only one who feels something. A girl doesn't need super-powers to know that, does she?"
"No. But Lana ..."
"No buts, Clark. Do you want to ...