- A third of the way into the movie -
“I'm serious, Jared. He didn't call at all yesterday! What if the Steak man got him?”
“No, Cecilia, don't say that.”
“But it's true. He should have called already. Oh, what if the man is after me now? I did see his face, after all!”
“Look, I'll stay with you tonight. I promise it will be okay!”
“Oh Jared...”
“Mmm...mm,” Lois smiled against Clark's lips at the reaction she got, barely registering the movie behind her.
Finding his sensitive spots was fun, especially since he had already learned a good deal about hers. She moved to kiss along his jaw line, teasing with her tongue, causing him to intake a breath sharply.
As if to get back at her, his mouth demanded hers while his fingers moved from her hips to brush her side at just the right spot under her shirt, eliciting a moan. Then he traced them up slowly, from her side to her back and upwards, causing a heat to crawl up through her. A small voice spoke up, telling her this was starting to get a little over heated.
Maybe more than a little. Somewhere along the line, she had ended up on his lap, his hands up the back of her shirt. Which wasn't the best place for them if she wanted to keep herself under control. How was it the man would barely touch her and yet her body would just melt.
Magic fingers.
None of that, however, included his own response to her. Which, if Lois was honest, pleased her to bits. Clark Jr was definitely trying to make an appearance, not to mention Clark senior's fingers were getting closer and closer to the clasp of her bra.
Come on, Lois. PULL AWAY!
She had a good feeling he wouldn't; the man seemed too far gone.
Calling up the will that had in the past given her strength to face formidable situations, including life threatening ones, Lois brought her hands up from underneath the front of his shirt to cup his face and pull back.
Breathing heavily, she managed, “Smallville...um...” she bit her lip, unable to help returning the smile that was plastered on his face. “We should really get back to the movie.”
Clark nodded, feeling relieved when she drew back. Lois Lane could make him feel like he was on red K, when he knew he wasn't. He groaned a little as she removed herself from his lap, and had to shift to get comfortable again. He was grateful that Lois made no apparent reaction to his obvious problem, one she had caused.
He had no clue how things had ended up like that. Had he pulled her onto his lap? It really didn't matter, he supposed, as he tried to refocus on the movie and its plot, which he had already forgotten. The woman sitting next to him was far too distracting, her breathing alone was making him feel hot.
If he could have gotten away with it, he'd have excused himself for a cold shower, but had to settle instead for taking a drink and pretending to watch the movie.
The scene playing before him had the couple, the probably doomed lovers, discussing the recent deaths of their friends by some unknown, apparently sometimes masked man who preferred to kill by steak knife, hence his terrible serial killer name – the Steak man. But oh, look at this: now they were kissing and someone was watching them through the window, while breathing heavy.
Was this movie for real? It wasn't the first time they had sat through a movie they both ultimately hated, but right now, Clark would have preferred it had been something less corny.
After enduring what he supposed was to be some sort of build up in the plot, he glanced at her and found her looking at him. They rolled their eyes at the same time.
“I am so sorry,” Lois sighed.
“Why?”
“Because I picked this! I really had no clue this was on the shelf. Honest, Clark, I...”
Lois couldn't decide where to look, settled for Clark, but the movie was distracting. Trying to focus, Lois smiled and took his hand in hers, almost pleading with her eyes to not blame her for the movie. Relieved, when he smiled back and squeezed her hand.
“Jared, please! Don't go out into the dark. What if he gets you?”
“Cecelia, don't worry. I'lll be fine, I've got protection”
“So did Sam, but look what happened to him!”
They stopped and stared at the screen as the music became tension filled. But neither was surprised when it turned out to be a false alarm.
Lois rolled her eyes again. “Really! I am sorry, Smallville!”
Clark threw his head back and closed his eyes, “I wasn't really watching it, anyway. It's okay, Lois, don't worry about it.”
“Seriously, I don't even know why Chloe or I would have bought this. It's just...”
“Lousy? Cheesy?”
“Worse than that!”
“Diabolically evil?”
At least at that moment, while watching the unnecessary shower sex scene that would of course lead to one of the characters involved dying, Clark felt the movie really was evil. It offered no relief from his own desires by being enjoyable, but it was so bad he found he wasn't sure they could just go back to kissing either. Not with the crap dialogue and even worse acting in the background. And plot...what plot? Where the heck did this shower scene come from?
Lois must have felt the same, for she suddenly groaned and it wasn't in the way he preferred - this sort of groan told him she was about to flip.
“Oh, come on!” She began, throwing her hands up. “That has got to be...pause it...just pause...no better yet, stop the movie!”
Having no inclination to argue, Clark began to search for the remote, which to his dismay was not to be found. It had been in his lap but that was before Lois had claimed that spot.
They found themselves both scrambling to look for the missing remote as the scene before them truly became a horror.
Horrible. Atrocious. Dreadful...the list was endless.
“I've got the floor, you check around the cushions!” Lois' tone told him that the moaning and groaning from the poorly acted love scene was just a bit too much. Nodding, he began to pull up the cushions.
“Oh Jared...Jared!”
“Cecelia..BABY!”
Lois just about had it. This was not suppose to turn from horror night into amateur porn hour, which was not helping her current problem. Why in the name of sanity did she think it was a good idea to have a movie night?
“That's it!” She exclaimed, a little louder then she meant too, causing Clark to jump.
He looked at her questioningly, then glanced at the TV and Lois swore his face went red. Following his gaze, she realized why - the moans had become more like heaving and breathing.
That was just...disgusting! Would anyone, in a life threatening situation, actually do that?
Lois found herself tilting her head, trying to figure out the angle and if it was possible.. Did they CGI that in? Waste special effects on a love scene?!
This was a nightmare, one that had to end now!
“I don’t know why we are torturing ourselves.” She walked over to the dvd player and dramatically hit the power button, then turned around to smile with satisfaction.
Only the dvd was still on, and Clark was still red faced, and Lois could still hear what she didn't want too.
“Oookay...” she turned and hit the power button on the TV. It too didn't turn off either.
Clark walked over himself and tried the buttons, even adjusting the volume on the TV set. Nothing helped.
His eyes met Lois', this was getting to be a little weird.
“Um...I get the TV not turning off, that thing is a bit old, but the dvd player?”
Clark shook his head, “I don't know, Lois. I'll just unplug them.”
“Clark, lets just find the remotes rather then you moving everything just to get to the plugs.”
They continued looking, feeling equal relief that the sex scene was now over, which was replaced with arguing in the movie. Not much better, but an improvement for their nerves.
When it was clear the remotes were not on the floor, Lois grabbed the dvd case scanning it over. Something kept nagging at her about the movie and with the whole not being able to turn off the DVD player; it was worse.
Then it hit her. “Ah, ha!”
Clark glanced over from searching the sofa. “What? You found them?”
Lois heard the hope in his voice and felt bad because she was about to crush it.
“No, sorry. I just remembered about the movie.”
Sighing, Clark sat on the couch. How was it that even his x-ray vision wasn't finding the remotes? Unsure if he wanted to know anything more on the movie, he gave Lois a rueful smile, “Yeah?”
Lois handed him the case. “Back when she still worked at the planet, Chloe had been researching some dvd manufacturing company. There was some reports of oddities with the dvds that some B rated horror movies had been published on. I remember her now watching the dvd, but apparently whatever was odd about it never happened. She just complained that she fell asleep the first time, so ended up having to watch it a second time, which was a nightmare.” She glanced at the movie. “I understand why too.”
Looking over the case, Clark noted the funny texture on the cover, “They were pirating, weren't they?”
“Yeah, not only that, but apparently the dvd's making process included meteor rock.”
Clark closes his eyes, annoyed and exasperated. Why was it that Kryptonite always had to be involved. “So...Chloe didn't find anything?”
“Nope, nada. Said it was a big waste of time, other then the fact she was able to prove their illegal activities and report them. But I don't understand why she would have kept this. I don't remember ever seeing it on the shelf.”
Not that he could say it out loud, but if the dvd was made with kryptonite, Chloe wouldn't have just left it around. But the mystery of how it got there didn't matter, now that they had already started watching it. He tried to ignore the thought that something was wrong with the dvd itself. If it was made of green kryptonite, shouldn't he be feeling its effects? The dvd player wasn't that far from where he was sitting. No, it had to be that it was just an old tv and a defunct dvd player.
Lois patted his shoulder, breaking him out of his thoughts, and grabbed the case back. “Bathroom break, Smallville. See if you can fish out those remotes. If not, then lets go out.”
Clark nodded, “A walk?”
She smiled widely, causing his breath to catch at the beauty of it. “Yeah, that would be nice. Anything is better than this movie.”
He couldn't disagree.
Glancing around again, after she left, he suddenly spotted the remotes. Shaking his head, he pulled them from the plotted plant near the window. Trying to recall exactly how in their make out session the remotes got there. At least, it explained why x-raying the sofa had provided no results.
Standing in front of the TV, he was pleased when he got it to mute, then went for turning the movie off. There was no reaction. He was half tempted to pound the dvd player itself and just purchase a new one, but thought better of it. Instead, he fiddled with the remote, took the batteries out and put them back in. Trying different buttons, anything to get a response out of it.
The response he got however, was one he'd regret. Suddenly it flashed the menu, then another screen popped up. Frowning, Clark walked to the screen trying to read the fuzzy words that appeared. It must be some sort of easter egg, but why? The movie was definitely not worth it.
He was able to make out three words before the screen disappeared and the dvd player began to make a grinding sound.
- Meanwhile -
Once out of the room, Lois quickly used the bathroom, glaring at the shower the whole time. The last thing she really needed to see after that movie and kissing Clark, was the shower.
Don't think about a naked, wet Clark..
It was futile. No matter how much she chanted it to herself, the image of them in the shower was very strong. Sighing, Lois grabbed a wash cloth , wetting it, and then patting the back of her neck. She missed the days when just exchanging smiles and text messages was enough; now even kissing him wasn't cutting it.
Looking in the mirror, she began to lecture herself, “Go back down, and you go for a looong walk, Lane. Simple as that. A nice moonlight walk, where the two of you talk. You know, the other activity people tend to use their mouths for? The one you are known to be an expert at? Its safe, its healthy, and it doesn't involve the removal of clothes.”
Somewhere in the back of her mind, another voice pointed out that the clothes-less activity had health benefits too, such as losing calories, not to mention being very fun and producing mood lifting chemicals.
Groaning, Lois rolled her eyes and practically rushed out of the bathroom, as if that would help her escape such thoughts. Half way down the stairs, she slowed down and frowned. There was a terrible noise and strange green flickering light coming from the living room.
“Clark?” She walked tentatively into the room and froze. First, because what she saw gave her pause, the sight of Clark on the sofa, grimacing in pain. The DVD player, in the meantime, continued to make a horrid noise and the tv flashed a green light with blurry words on the screen.
Racing over to him, she cried, “Smallville! You okay?” She did not like at all how sick he suddenly seemed to be. That's when she paused again, and they both found their focus drawn to the tv as the flashing lights became quicker, rapidly flickering words on the screen. The lights themselves were no longer just green and white, but many other colours.
Several minutes passed with them unmoved and staring, the light show building to a crescendo of strange sounds that emitted from the player, along with fireworks on the screen of the tv, ending with a bright burst of green that flowed out of the dvd player straight at them.
Clark gasped, as a pain rushed through him, but made no other move. Then just as fast as it had came, it was all done. Neither was completely conscious of their surroundings as they settled back onto the cushions , their minds still trying to come back to reality.
After a moment, almost as if in union, they turned to look at each other. Lois smiled seductively, “You promised you would never leave me.”
Clark touched her arm, pulling her towards him. “I did and I won't let him touch you...never you!“
“Only you can touch me.” She brushed her hair behind her while they leaned into a kiss.
The kiss grew heated till Lois found herself laying underneath Clark, whose body was pressed firmly into hers as he kissed down her neck. Moaning, Lois began to inch her hands into his pants, while he pulled the collar of her shirt aside to kiss her shoulder.
“Oh, Jared...” She rasped, as his hands made their way into her shirt, his lips back to hers.
“Cecelia...” Clark responded.
It took a moment for them both to register what the other had said; simultaneously, they opened their eyes as their lips parted.
Blinking, Lois eyes looked down as she realized where her hands were. “What did you just call me?” She awkwardly slid her hands out.
Clark returned the same bewildered expression she wore and sat up, “I uh...did you just call me Jared?”
“I asked you first.” Lois said, feeling suddenly defensive, or was it embarrassed? She didn't have a clue why she had called him Jared, or even how she had gotten downstairs. One moment she had been in the bathroom and now she was...here?
Moving completely off her and the sofa, Clark ran a hand through his hair. “Its not a competition, Lois,” was his halfhearted reply. In all honesty, he wasn't even sure what he had called her or when they had gone back to kissing.
Scowling, Lois readjusted her top and stood, “I didn't say it was, but you called me Cecelia!” She didn't mean to come off sounding a bit hysterical, but she suddenly felt really frightened. Was she next? Was he coming for her?
“What?” she ended up hissing aloud, “What? Who was he? “
“What? What?” Clark asked incredulously, feeling even more confused.
At the look on her face, Clark wasn't sure whether to run and hide or give her a hug. With Lois, the best option was probably to hug her, then run and hide, but hey, he wasn't about to ditch her when she was in danger.
In danger from what?
Clark shook his head. “Lois, I don't know any Cecelia.” He frowned and glanced at the movie, remembering the girl in the movie was called that. He pointed at the movie playing silently in the background, relieved he could point the blame elsewhere. “Her.. .in the movie, that's her name.”
“Oh, right, Clark...”
“It is!”
“Clark,” Lois' tone held warning, mostly because she had a sudden urge to cry, which left her wondering if she had lost it.
“Lois, you called me Jared. So give me some slack. I think...” he nodded to the TV, finding it odd to say it, “ I think...” Okay, was he really going to suggest this? Lois gave him an impatient look.
“I think that we've endured this movie long enough.” Unable to say it, he knew he acted like a coward, but in all fairness, he couldn't explain half what he felt in that moment. The urge to grab Lois and take her upstairs to his bed was a bit overwhelming.
Lois, for her part, was wrestling with both fear and the desire for Clark to press her against the shower wall. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, trying to carefully form her next words, so what was really going on in her head wouldn't come out.
“I need...I need some air!”
“Yeah,” Clark nodded, “I think that would be a good idea for us both.” Thinking that the movie had obviously gotten to the both of them.
Just as they went to grab their jackets, the power suddenly flickered before it all went black, and everything shut down.
Before she could control herself or the illogical sense of panic she felt, Lois grabbed Clark's arm for dear life. Clark instinctively put his arm around her, bringing her closer to him, as he look around, “We've lost power..”
Annoyed at his statement of the obvious, and even more with her own behavior, Lois rolled her eyes. Realizing after a moment that Clark couldn't see it in the dark, “Well duh!..” She pulled her self away, brushing herself off as if Clark had given her cooties.
Clark for his part was too busy trying to understand his own internal issues to notice Lois' reaction. He knew he wasn't going to feel Lois was safe till the lights were back on and she was wrapped in his arms.
Shaking his head, as he moved off to find the flashlight in the kitchen drawer, Clark wondered why he was so worried. This was Lois, the woman who was more then capable of diving into dangerous dark tunnels head first, if it meant following a lead.
Grabbing for her phone, Lois frowned when she realized it wasn't in her back pocket.
Of course its missing, it probably got lost under the couch with all the fondling with Clark. Lois gave an exasperated snort, earning herself a concerned look from Clark that she couldn't really see in the almost pitched dark, but she knew it was there.
Clark had three main faces; contemplate, mope, and concerned. Over the years, she had seen others, been the cause of many of them. Most recently found delightful new faces she could make him pull. But being concerned, and wearing the face that went with it, was so engrained into his nature, she didn't need light to know she was the target of it.
He flicked the flashlight on, 'Hey we have light!"
"Good.. now lets get the rest of them on."
"Well .." Clark looked out the back door and in to the partially blocked moonlight, "I'll have to go out.." He figured he get the power back on and call Chloe about the dvd, better to play it safe.
"Clark please.." It came out before she could stop it, the desperate sounding damsel in distressed plea.
"Don't worry, Lois, I'll be right back. I just need to check the fuse box.” He tilted his head and smiled, “You know you can come with me if you want.”
Lois frowned, unsure of why she wanted to stay or why she was worried. It seemed contradictory to be feeling a sense of fear, but not want to be with the man who made her feel safe. Instead she responded in the typical 'Lois' manner.
“I'm not scared of the dark, Smallville. Just go do your manly thing and fix it.” She gave him a peck on the cheek and squeezed his hand. Again, a sense of apprehension ran through her, like at any moment something really bad was going to happen, but she was compelled to stay.
Clark sensed that Lois wasn't really saying what she felt. He squeezed her hand back and slipped on his jacket. “Lois...” he had been about to insist that she go with him anyway, when he thought he could hear someone calling for help.
Giving a sigh, he changed tracks “I'll be back, why don't you take this,“ he handed her the flash light, “and light some candles, in case we're stuck like this.”
She nodded, taking the flashlight and headed for the cupboard with the emergency kit. Clark walked a few paces out the door and went to speed off, only he didn't.
Instead, he ran at a very normal human speed, one that wasn't even all that fast. He hadn't gotten far before he tripped over his own two feet and hit the fence, then fell on the ground face first.
It could be said Clark was in shock.
He tasted blood and realized he must have made a commotion, because Lois came running out of the house, "Oh my gosh! Clark!”
“Hold still, Smallville, or I'll give you a reason to move.” Despite the threat and the tone in her voice, Lois was worried. The cut on his face was nasty, his right eye was swollen shut and though she couldn't find any sign of bleeding on his head, she was worried he had a concussion.
She actually hadn't seen him fall and hit the fence, but since it was busted and Clark had been dazed when she first helped him into the house, she couldn't see how he wouldn't have a concussion; she was surprised at how very little he reacted.
It was obvious he was hurt, and he kept trying to get away, but not a whine, whimper or even a moan. Actually, when she thought about it, he seemed more upset at why he had fallen.
“Lois, I'll be fine.“
Lois grabbed his chin and pulled him up to look at her, “Clark! You just fell, you look as if you got pummelled by the knife wielding loon in that movie “ She rolled her eyes before continuing, “and you can't even walk without help.”
He frowned at her; she noted the familiar pensive look of Clark. Something was clearly bothering him enough that it was as if he didn't register his own condition.
She forced him to hold the flashlight up better, so she could continue to see his cut. Once she was sure she had cleaned it well enough did she step back. “Clark, what happened? Did you trip over something?”
“No, I don't think I did. I just fell.” He looked completely confused.
“We should go. I am sure the power will come back, I think you,” she grabbed at her purse, “need to see a doctor.“
“Noo...no, Lois, I'm fine.”
“You don't act fine, and by your previous definitions of fine, running around naked and clueless would be okay.” They both suddenly stopped to stare at each other, her words causing heat to rise through them both, along with mental images of nakedness.
Lois cleared her throat. “Um...what I mean... oh, forget it! You probably have a concussion and I am so not not having you do a repeat perfor..." No matter how she worded things, it always seemed to come out with undertones she didn't mean.
"Lois," he laid a hand over hers that rested beside him. "I am okay. Just took me by surprise is all"
Trying to feel reassured, Lois sighed, “Fine.. “ she held up a finger before he could react, “But only for now.. I'm gonna light some more candles and YOU do not move!”
Clark sighed. He had no clue as to why he wasn't healing well, or couldn't use his super speed, even though his hearing was normal. He could catch every word Lois mumbled to herself without effort.
Normally, he wouldn't pay attention or would have focused elsewhere so he couldn't hear what she was saying, but what she was mumbling had him concerned.
“Nothing to fear Lois, stop acting like some chick from a horror flick. .. no one is coming after you.” Then why did it feel like it?
The irrational sense of fear was not getting better, it was worse. It didn't help either that every little noise in the dark made her jumpy, that the steak knives on the counter kept grabbing her attention. Clark being hurt wasn't making it easier either, she found herself wondering how he would protect her now.
“Protect me?.. oh gawd!.. why am I so afraid?.. There is nothing to be afraid of, besides Clark has a concussion he is the one in need Lois..” She admonished herself, unable to shake the feeling something bad was gonna happen to her and he wouldn't be there.
Lighting three more candles, she turned to give Clark another glance and found him holding his head, looking as if he was going to slide off his seat.
“Smallville..” She went over and touched his shoulder. “Are you okay?..”
Of course he isn't ..what a stupid question.
He would have nodded, but his head had begun to ring, and Clark felt like he was going to be sick. “Its fine ..just feel queasy I guess..” She had no idea how true the statement 'I guess' was, he hadn't experienced an upset stomach enough to be a hundred percent sure queasy was the word to use.
“Okay, Clark..we're going. I don't know where my cell is.. do you have yours?”
“Yeah..” he went to turn and found the room spun on him for a second.
Lois saw it coming and steadied him. “Forget it.. lets go.. “
“Lois, I just need to lie down a bit..”
Shaking her head, Lois grabbed her purse and keys, glancing at him in the flickering candle light. “You obviously have never experienced a concussion, lying down would not be a good idea, especially if you fell asleep. I'll help you to the car, come back in put all these candles out“ She sighed, "Then we'll bring you in.."
"Lois.."
"Nuh uh Smallville.. I am not explaining this to Mrs. K, so we better get you better!" She stepped up beside him and helped him to stand. Trying to ignore how nice he smelled.
Clark couldn't see straight and one eye was sealed, but her standing beside him triggered a response he hadn't expected, he brought up his hand and touched the side of her face turning his head till their lips met.
He half expected her to resist but found her soft lips grazing his, lingering till she opened up to him. Despite the head trauma, the knowledge that they should be resisting this, Clark pulled her closer, leaning his body against the counter for support.
Lois dropped her purse, putting her arms around him to steady them both, breaking the kiss to look in his eyes, touch the sides of his face gently. “We shouldn't..”
“I know..” he whispered back. Clark more then knew, but he felt compelled to hold her, to kiss her.
Lois closed her eyes, brushing her lips against his, “Jar..Clark..I need to take you!”
“Yes, you do.” He wasn't sure how he meant that.
Suddenly, it was as if she lost all sense and control, she wanted him and yet was afraid. “Jare..Clark..I need you!”
“I'm here..Cel..Lois..I am here!” Barely conscious of his words, more then acutely aware of how she smelled, the way her hair felt tangled between his fingers as he held the back of her head. “I won't let him hurt you.. “
“Take me..”
With those two words, it unraveled, Clark found the sense of vertigo was gone, which was good considering he lifted Lois up and placed her on the counter.
She bit her lip, tracing her fingers up his sides she lifted his shirt up and carefully over his head. Her hands continuing to make their way across his shoulders to cup his face, pulling him in for another kiss.
While lost in each other, a multicoloured flashing light, the only light besides the candles themselves, had begun to grow stronger from the dvd player. It had started just as they had been about to go out the door.
A cell phone ring went off from Lois phone, tucked in the snack bowl, but its ring went unheard as the now, almost healed Clark, swept Lois off her feet.
Making his way for the stairs, he added in his deep husky voice, "I will protect you Cecelia.."
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