Deliberate or not, Clark will take the invitation to slide his tongue against hers. It may have been five years but he hasn't forgotten how to kiss, especially not her. They may not have taken things all the way before, but they weren't exactly completely hands off, either.

She tastes exactly like he remembered - no, better - and her hair and the skin at the naps of her neck are as soft and silky as his memory serves as well.