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I Can't Let You Go	By : Babettew54 Category: Casts RPF > Lois & Clark Views: 1449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Tom or Erica. I am making no profit from this story. This is strictly for my own amusement, and completely fictional.

Chapter List
- 1-Feelings
- 2-Broken Promises
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A/N: This story was written after the episode Infamous (8.15). After that episode, Tom and Erica felt as if their characters had gone through an emotional wringer, and feelings inevitably bubbled to the surface. I hope you like it. Enjoy the fantasy, everyone!

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Chapter 1: Feelings

The Smallville set after filming the barn scene:

"That was a pretty emotional scene, Erica. Where did that come from?" Tom asked his co-star. Erica couldn't look at him. "Tell me?" Tom asked again.

"It's hard to explain, Tom."

"I'm not going anywhere."

It was late on Friday night, and they were having a quick cup of coffee near the crew set-up area. They drank their coffee while watching the crew dismantling the equipment from earlier in the day. They usually talked to each other about the scenes that they had shot to get a perspective about each other's character. Today was no different.

Erica took a deep breath. "Well, it started when I read the script for this episode."

"Really, that's odd."

"Why is it odd? Don't tell me you had the same reaction?"

"You tell me what you felt and then I'll tell you ... deal?"

She smiled at him. "Sure, I'll go first. Well, the first time I read it, I was upset. I couldn't help thinking ... why do they keep doing this to each other? You know, hurting each other like that. I hate it."

"You know why, Erica. They have to drag it out year after year. The fans know we get together in the end. It's only a matter of time, but yes, I felt exactly the same way. Clark is such a bonehead and stubborn as a mule. It makes him look like a jerk."

"Have you said anything to the writers about it?"

"Sure I have, but a part of me can't help but agree with them. Lois and Clark have a journey and this is just a bump in the road."

"A bump in the road? It's more than that and you know it. Clark has deliberately hurt her. I don't think he's ever done that in the past. I don't know if I can keep doing this year after year." Erica was getting upset by the entire situation.

"Yeah, I know, Erica, but there’s nothing we can do about it … is there?"

"Well, I was thinking. I could threaten to quit the show." She was staring at her coffee, but glanced at his face to see his reaction.

"What? You can't," Tom said terrified at the thought.

"Of course, I can. My contract is from episode to episode. I could leave here tomorrow and never come back." As soon as she said the words, her eyes filled with tears. I couldn't leave the show. I couldn't leave ... Tom.

"Erica, we have to talk about this. We both love the show. I can't ... I couldn't do the show without you. Please, tell me you're joking," Tom said, trying to ignore the tightening in his chest at the very idea of her leaving.

Erica couldn't answer him. She ran to her trailer and shut the door, falling on the bed as the tears came and wouldn’t stop.

"Erica, please open the door." Tom glanced around and he could see everyone had left for the day. He turned the knob and much to his dismay, it opened. "Erica?" He hated seeing her so distraught. "Please, don't cry. We'll work something out. It's way past time for Lois and Clark to get on with it and stop hurting each other. I agree wholeheartedly. We'll show a united front to the writers, alright? Please, you have to promise me you won't leave." He went to her then and touched her shoulder.

Erica turned to face him, as she tried to hide her feelings, but it was written all over her face.

"Erica?" Tom was shocked to his core. She has feelings for me?

"Tom, I'm sorry, I never wanted you to know how I felt. I'm so sorry," she whimpered as she started to cry again.

Tom couldn't help it. He'd always felt this pull towards her. He couldn't explain it, didn't understand it, but he couldn't deny it any longer.

"Erica, don't cry." He sat down on the bed, turned her over and pulled her into his arms stroking her hair. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. It felt right.

"Tom, don't. I don't want your pity." She tried to push him away, but he was holding her too tight.

"It's not pity, Erica." He turned her face to look at him. "Is that what you see on my face?"

Erica gasped and touched his cheek, not believing her own eyes.

Tom leaned down, closed his eyes, and kissed her softly at first, then with more pressure. She kissed him back moaning when she tasted his tongue. I can't believe this is happening. I never dreamed it would happen. "Oh, Tom," Erica said moaning into his mouth.

As their kisses increased in intensity, Tom moaned. "God, you're so beautiful," he panted against her ear. Their eyes met as slowly they removed each other's clothes not wanting their time together to end too quickly. He kissed his way down her throat to her breasts taking a pebbled nipple in his mouth as he stroked it's twin. His tongue and lips laved the nipple over and over until her back lifted off the bed. Moaning at her response, he couldn’t think about anything but making love to her. Erica was getting impatient with him, as she sat up and reached for the snap on his jeans, pausing to stroke the outline of his erection through the denim. She helped him push the jeans off his hips and then wrapped her hand around the base of his erection, stroking upward along the hard length and feeling a droplet of moisture there.

Tom closed his eyes for a brief moment enjoying her hands on him. We really don’t have time for that. After a moment, he pulled away from her tormenting hand and stroked her long legs and shapely thighs coming closer to her center. Her curls were already moist and ready for him. She drew in her breath sharply as he touched her there. “Oh, Tom, now please,” she pleaded closing her eyes and opening her legs wider moaning for him to take her.

“You’re so hot and wet, I have to taste you,” Tom said so turned on, he couldn’t think straight. He lowered his mouth inhaling her scent feeling has hard-on twitch in response. With his thumb, he gently parted her lovely curls and ran his tongue the length of her sex, tasting her sugary sweetness. He repeated the caress several times, smiling when her hips lifted off the bed.

“Oh, Tom, that feels so good; please don’t stop,” Erica begged.

Tom was more than happy to oblige as his erection throbbed between his legs. He took his time, prolonging her pleasure. He knew instinctively that this would be the only time they would be together like this. Her urgent pleads for release became whimpers of frustration as he brought her to the brink using his tongue and his fingers. He thrust his fingers inside of her hot sheath and he felt her body tense. He was then rewarded with a sharp cry of pleasure as he felt her juices bathe his fingers. He licked his lips and smiled "You taste like heaven; I knew you would."

He couldn't wait anymore. At long last, Tom drew her leg up over his hip and rubbed against her entrance and pressed his full length into her in one deep thrust. He closed his eyes as he felt the residual effects of her climax. Sighing, it felt so good being inside of her that he had to hold still for a moment to get some control. Erica couldn’t be still. She pulled his head down and kissed him long and hard, tasting herself on his lips, wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. His hands gripped her bottom, holding her tightly to him as he drove into her, seeking release. They both couldn’t get close enough as Tom's cry of rapture followed hers by mere seconds. He collapsed on top of her utterly spent.

Erica stroked his dark head as she tried to catch her breath. Several minutes passed before either of them could speak. Tom pulled back after a moment and stared into her eyes. He didn’t know what to say to her. He stroked her hair out of her eyes. Erica stared at him wondering what he was thinking, trying to see if he had any regrets. It wasn’t there.

“Are you alright?” Tom asked her softly. He wondered what she was thinking. Does she have any regrets?

“I’m alright,” she replied as her heart wanted to say the words. “Tom, I … I” she hesitated, wanting with everything in her to say it, but she had no rights, no rights at all. Her eyes filled with tears.

Tom knew what she was going to say. “I know,” Tom said as he stroked her cheek. Sighing, he pulled her closer in a tight embrace.

They held tightly to each other trying not to think about tomorrow or the day after that, as they both closed their eyes. They knew they could close their eyes to things they don’t want to see, but can they close their hearts to things they don’t want to feel?

Only time will tell.

TBC!

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A/N: I’ve written a follow-up piece to this story. I hoped you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.
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