(now been beta'd. One line difference to from previous version.)~♥~
Even before they had become separated for days, parting had always been difficult. Being together 24/7 for the last few days was not enough, it never could be, not that it was even an option.
With recent events however, it had been that much harder to pull away. It felt like the very early days of their marriage, kissing him and watching him fly off from the balcony. Missing him before he had left, longing for him. Hoping the world would be at peace and he'd be safe.
Invulnerability didn't mean invincible. It didn't mean that the unseen couldn't hurt him, and that there wouldn't be a green kryptonite deposit or some experiment to catch him by surprise. Nothing could be taken for granted. This thought was always at the back of her mind.
Lois was proud of him. His heart was always there for everyone, ready to do what was right to protect them, be their hope. He did it with no agenda and no ego. If anything she sometimes had to be that ego for him. Clark may have found a peace with who he was and his destiny but like anyone he needed someone to tell him he did good and remind him, when the pressures got to much that it was okay to just be Clark Kent.
Lois never had any illusions that being his wife would be easy. In fact, she expected it to be full of difficulties and heartache. There were days when the burden was especially heavy for him and it was her place to help him carry it. It hurt her to see him hurt, yet Lois knew there was no other place she ever wanted to be but at his side. Yes, there had been a time when she had thought herself another burden, someone that would slow him down or prevent him from reaching his full potential. But she had been told, informed and reminded that she was what he needed. Doctor Fate, Carter Hall, Mera, Martha, Chloe and ultimately in Clark's vows. All reaffirming that her need to be needed wasn't a wasted dream. Clark needed her. Superman needed her.
Since then, the day they exchanged vows, Lois hadn't looked back. There wasn't a moment where the feeling of being needed went unanswered. She saw it in his eyes. It wasn't the kind of neediness that could send one running for the hills but the sort that said, everything she was, was perfect for him.
It was love. It was that love that made the heartache, troubles and life threatening moments worth every ounce of her effort. Carter was right. She had the strength to carry the burdens that came with this great love.
It was a great love as far as Lois was concerned. She didn't need recognition to feel it. The world may never know that Superman had a wife, that he had someone by his side. Validation from the world had no value to her, she found all she needed in his eyes. The way he would come into the room and his eyes would always seek hers, no matter where they were or what the circumstances. Happy or sad, tears or laughter. Their eyes would meet and she would drown again.
Growing up, love had felt like something others had, like somehow she had missed out on the right to have someone love her like she was the only girl in the world. She had seen glimpses that kind of love existed. Even with her parents she had, and then there had been the Kent’s, and Clark mooning over Lana. Reminders, painful ones that she wasn't allowed in on that. Yes she had family but Lois Lane did not have a home, nor was she the object of someone’s fantasy.
It was typical of Clark to turn all that on its head, all the while he was still trapped in the pull of another girl. His home became her home, his family her own, his friendship became a prize she was loathe to give up on, even when she wouldn't admit to it. It took her by surprise when she realised that he meant more to her then that and that falling for him had never stopped. Again and again he stole her heart. She was never going to get it back.
How deep could love go? It was a question she hoped was never answered.
With a deep breath and several long minutes of standing on the balcony, Lois moved back into their apartment. Lost in her thoughts of what she would do to bring back both sides of her husband, when the door buzzed,
Chloe wasn't due for another half hour.
Peeking through the peephole in the door, she frowned at the smartly dressed woman on the other side.
Lois opened the door a little, the chain still bolted on the door. Not in the mood to deal with something new at the moment, her hands were already full.
The light brunette on the other side gave her a once over just as Lois was doing the same. “Mrs Kent?” She asked in a professional but friendly manner.
Definitely not P.D and not from Metropolis either Lois thought, not with the pleasantness in her manner while still keeping a formal air. Metropolitan’s weren't exactly known for doing both at the same time, and cops, well lately Lois wasn't impressed with their manners either. No matter where they were from.
“Lane-Kent, actually". It was a statement but with the unspoken question of what are you doing here and what do you want? Lois didn't care that she wasn't exactly being friendly.
“My apologises, Mrs Lane-Kent. I was hoping to talk with you. I'm Special Agent Dianna Lassiter...” She flashed a badge, Lois barely had a chance to look at it before the woman tucked it back into her jacket and continued, “Can I come in? I promise I won’t take up too much of your time.”
There was a definite feeling that this was one of those times where, if she closed the door and ignored whatever it was the woman was bringing with her she'd be missing out on something important. Yet at the same time whatever it was, whatever importance it might have held, would only lead to more trouble.
Sighing, she made up her mind, never one to back down from a challenge. “Can I have you're badge number first?” Lois said with a tight smile.
“Of course”. Agent Lassiter seemed unfazed and gave her the number without hesitation.
“Thank you… one moment”. Lois took a quick photo of the woman with her cell before closing the door . Not caring what the woman thought she sent the badge number and the photo directly to watchtower with a question of validation. Just because she was married to Superman and had seen a badge didn't make her stupid. Especially after the story she and Clark had covered the year before on a serial killer who had used a badge to get close to his victims.
About 2 minutes Later she got back a confirmation that Agent Lassiter was legit, FBI apparently.
Lois glanced around the apartment to make sure there was no sign of Clark and then unbolted the door, opening it all the way. “Sorry for the wait, I had to be sure you are who you say you are”. Lois took a step back allowing the woman to come into her apartment.
Despite the fact she could see no obvious signs of Clark's recent presence she felt a sense of nervousness.
“I understand completely. I read the story you wrote last year and I have to say I was truly impressed.”
Lois nodded for the woman to take a seat at the table. “Thank you!” she responded sincerely before adding, “But that’s not why you're here, I don't imagine the FBI dropping by just to tell me they like my articles. If anything I'd be expected to be told to be quiet rather than encouraged."
“I'm not just anyone and why I came here has even less to do with your articles then my personal admiration of your work”
Lois leaned against the counter, a hand on her hip as she looked the woman over. “I imagined you did some research on me. If so you'd know that whatever angle you're working won't be helped by flattery”.
Lassiter nodded, “There is no angle. Nor is this an interrogation, I only wish to talk to you. Please just here me out and then I'll be out of your hair”.
The only reason Lois was giving her anymore of her time, was a result of the air of sincerity the woman was giving off. Whether it was the truth or not her curiosity was peaked. What would an FBI agent have to say to her? What could be so important?
“Fine”. Lois pressed her lips, “You've got twenty minutes”.
“That's all I need”.
“Would you like some coffee?”
“Yes please”. Lassiter specified her coffee preferences before throwing out the reason she was there. “The truth is Mrs Lane-Kent, I can help clear your husband’s name”.
Lois turned from pouring the coffee to look at her once again, incredulously “Clear his name?”
“Yes”.
“Forgive me if I’m a little sceptical about this but…” Lois waved a hand in the air, “I’'s a little left field for me. Last thing I expected from someone like you is an offer of help”.
“I'm not one of the Detectives on the case. I have my reasons for wanting to help you, one of them being I do believe he is innocent”.
“He is innocent”, Lois snapped.
It went quiet as Lois stared at her for a moment before turning to finish the coffee. For once she didn't notice to the silence, to lost in her thoughts to care. This whole conversation was completely disconcerting. She'd rather be yelling at the Metropolis P.D then deal with a sudden and unexpected wild card.
Sitting at the table, Agent Lassiter watched Lois make the coffee and bring it over. Despite the fading bruises and signs of physical trauma, Lassiter could tell she was strong. Whatever was bothering her had to do with the state of Clark, not because she was afraid of him, but for him.
Lois sat, not sure if she trusted the other woman's claims that she could help her clear Clark's name. She had been prepared for a fight and now suddenly a miracle was being offered. It seemed unreal or like it had a huge price tag possibly attached to it.
“So.." Lois began holding her coffee trying not to seem overly hostile, failing though by narrowing her eyes.
Lassiter wasn't surprised or particularly offended. “It's Dianna, and Lois...”testing the waters with her first name. “I am here to help.”
“Why? The Detectives and D.A were so convinced my Husband hurt me despite everything I said. And now because of that, Clark is god knows where. He could be sick or...” closing her eyes against the flashes of her dream, of him in her arms. Despite the twisting of truth involved the feelings were real.
Dianna took a sip of her coffee and nodded appreciatively at it before giving Lois a long look and carefully forming her next words, it was clear Lois was upset. “Lois… I deal with special cases. For years, even before the noticeable emergence of Superheroes, there were times when things couldn't be explained whether it was an horrific incident or a miraculous save. Our department mostly got witness statements and investigated as much as we could. Hoping someday to fill in the blanks”. She sat back, remembering the early days.
Lois waited listening, wondering where this was going.
Lassiter continued while nursing her drink. “Back then we weren't taken too seriously. Than the Green Arrow appeared followed by the Blur, as well as a few localised heroes”. Lois didn't miss the way she said the word ‘hero’ or how she never called them vigilantes. There was warmth to her words.
“Did you get your answers?”
“Yes, though it didn't matter for a while, we were shut down. The VRA saw us as supporters’ rather than just investigators. And I guess they were right, like you Lois we did feel that many deserved our respect. There were some that didn't but that was part of the overall picture. Extraordinary people were out there, some for good and some for not. When the VRA was shut down it took a while but we were put back in action, this time to not just investigate but to help heroes like Superman within the law. ”
Lois frowned, confused. “Why have we never heard of you? And why are you coming to me?”
“Most of what we do is behind the scenes, which is how we prefer it. And I am here Lois because I believe you. I want to help”
“Clark isn't a Superhero”. Lois found it hard to get those words out.
Dianna gave her a knowing smile, “Maybe not, but am I right in assuming that what you experienced is tied to Superman? And that makes Clark a victim in this.”
Lois fought the urge to swallow. There was something in the woman's eyes that made her feel like there was so much not being said. Did she know Clark and Superman were the same? Was she completely genuine? And if so...could she really help?
“What makes you think any of this ties to Superman..?”
“He flew straight into an airport looking directly for you. Not to mention his brief statements on what occurred over the skies of Metropolis. While there is nothing directly linking what happened to you in those statements, it’s not a long stretch to see that both events tie into each other”.
When Lois didn't dispute with her Dianna continued, “I had a good look at the medical report. Your chest wound matched the description of a number of victims found around Metropolis and those of the penitentiary. One could argue that Clark Kent was on the loose, but that doesn't explain the prison nor the survivors’ descriptions of a creature that matched the one of the Great Storm”.
Lois gave a rueful smile and took a deep breath, “If only the detectives on my case were as perceptive as you, Clark would still be here”.
Dianna nodded, “Unfortunately and in fairness to them they don't have the luxury of my experience. I can have this case transferred to my department and I can get this cleared up”.
Lois frowned and leaned forward, “If you can do that then why haven't you?”
“It’s not that straightforward. The process though will work faster and easier if you are part of it. Which is why I am here...you have a reputation Lois and for good reason. That alone could be a hindrance if we got off on the wrong footing. If you suddenly found out that a third party was handling this situation you would be doing everything you could to find out, even if it meant throwing wrenches into the works. While ultimately that wouldn't matter, the safety and expedient return of your Husband is important to us, we'd rather it is done right. ”
Lois eyed her for a moment, “What exactly is it that you want from me?”Voice heavy with the implication that she was exactly on board.
“For you to trust me and tell me exactly what happened to you”. There was so much unspoken in the way she said it that Lois knew she meant as far as Superman's involvement too.
Before Lois had a chance to respond, Lassiter stood and slipped a card across the table. “Think about it, the sooner you contact me and we talk the sooner we can clear his name and get him home”.~ A short time later ~
Dianna stepped into the plain everyday office on the 7th floor of a non-descriptive building in the heart of downtown Metropolis, wondering as she often did, why her partner refused to leave since they had arrived the day after the Great Storm.
Before she had a chance to inform him on the one on one with Lois Lane-Kent, he asked, “Is she as tough as they say?”
Observing him, as he looked out the window, she was unable to stop the slight smile forming at her lips. “Her reputation doesn't do her justice.” He turned to look at her nodding in approval. Dianna continued, “Head strong, blunt...perceptive to say the least.”
Taking a seat behind one of the small desks set up in the spare room, her partner nodded again. “Fits the reporter mentality… does she love him?” He asked. The look in his eyes told her he needed reassurance, so she gave him the truth as she saw it. “Fiercely and very protective, her behaviour did not fit Hernandez report. She’s not a victim, far from it.”
“Good. Do you think she will accept the offer?”
Dianna pulled a chair over and sat. “Honestly, I don't know. I have a feeling she is going to be looking to find everything on me and our department, before she'll even consider it. But I think there’s a chance.”
“I hope so, for both their sakes. I have no doubt she could pull it off on her own but it would be far quicker with us.”
“So, are you going to tell me?” She leaned forward on to the edge of his desk. “Come on... how do the Kent’s tie in with Superman? And don't give me that line about Lane's articles. I know all that…no run around Peter.”
He shook his head, “No… not yet. Look I will tell you when its time but I need to see the Kent’s first.”
“Then why didn't you come today?” She asked.
“Because Clark Kent isn't home yet.”
Dianna gave Peter a suspicious glare. It irked her that he was keeping something from her. It was more than the connection between the Kent's and Superman, somehow Peter himself had one. But he guarded it like nothing else, as if it would become life or death if he spoke about it.
It would be a lie to say it didn't hurt her a little, especially considering how much of their life they did share together.
“Fine!” She suddenly stood up, “I'm going out for coffee, want some?”
“Yeah, my usual thanks.”
When she left it was the same as before. Peter came to stand by the window, looking at the sky and watching the streets. The flash of red and blue that streaked across the sky left Peter with an odd mix of feelings, the time to resolve them was coming soon.~♥/♥~
A/N: Originally there was a lot more i was going to post for this chapter. But it was just getting to be to long (37 pages) and several scenes weren't finished. So I figured this was the best place I could split the chapter up at. So the cliffie i originally had has been moved to chapter 14 and chapter 14 (that is a special one) is now 15. Lol.. Hopefully I will have Chapter 14 up in the next week or two as it is very close to being done. BTW this does mean the sexy elevator scene i promise would be coming to certain peeps..its in the next chapter..sorry
Despite the lack of epic ending hope this is enjoyed.
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Showing posts with label Chapter Thirteen: By Your Side. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chapter Thirteen: By Your Side. Show all posts
Oct 4, 2011
~♥~ Chapter Thirteen: By Your Side ~♥~
A/N:
PLEASE make sure you read the end of Chapter 12. I have a feeling some of you didn't see my reload/refresh warning and missed the sexy cloisey end and the dream. Part 3 of Chapter 12 is here.
This first half is full of fluffy sexy Clois. Not explicit but warning if your sensitive to mild suggestion and innuendo. My Pre-reader said it was hot..so hopefully the rest of you will agree. The meatier part of the chapter I am still trimming up and will be in part 2.
Edit Updated: Replaced with a version beta'd by EmLouD who is now my permanent beta for Heart to Heart. Thanks so much!!
~♥~ Chapter Thirteen: By Your Side ~♥~
~ 5 Years before Present: Kent Farm ~
“ You are so dead!”
The victory dance was done around him, almost right along his body, forcing Clark to turn with her.
“Right, Lois.”
“Don't play coy Smallville, it really doesn't suit you. Now admit it! ”
“No way...! You cheated!”
“I do not cheat... you can't 'cheat' in this game anyway. It doesn't work like that.” Lois stopped her dancing pushing past Clark, who was more than eager to win this argument. “You're just a sore loser.”
“Technically I haven't lost. ”
“We finish this...” she pointed at the game which flash 39 seconds on the screen “and you'll be dead. You know it…and I know it. Why do you wish to prolong your agony?”
Clark put his controller down and went to the island counter, watching Lois as she raided the fridge. “I'm not prolonging anything. You just don't want to finish because if we do… I'll win!”
Lois gave a barking laugh, “Yeah…right. Smallville… you keep telling yourself that.”
“What are you doing?” Clark watched the array of things being set on the counter from the fridge. He couldn't decide if she was making a sandwich or not.
“Making lunch...” She rolled her eyes at him as if to say 'duh'.
He returned the look. “Yes, I know, but I mean...exactly what are you planning to eat?”
“Whatever I can find...”
“There is left over casserole in the back.”
“Oh...” She pulled out the dish and peeled back the cover to smile at the contents. “Now that is food! Did your mom cook this and send it in the post, because this looks an awful lot like one of hers.”
“No, I did. I do know how to cook, Lois.” Clark appeared a little hurt.
Lois gave him a doubtful look,“uh huh...” turning to look away so he wouldn't see the smile threatening to break her face.
Neither noticed the two figures that stood in the kitchen with them. The brunette watched the interplay and swallowed against the pain. She wanted so badly to touch him.
The other looked at the calendar and shook their head. “We're too early…Chloe's wedding isn't for another three weeks and it will be needed before then.”
“The phantom zone” ?
“Yes.”
“She…” it was weird to word it like that. Watching Lois, Lois who had Clark. “She won't be planning to move in for another week.”
“We have to jump again.”
The brunette turned to look at her companion, “Why is he bringing us to the wrong times… why!? It hurts to see him!”
“You'll get him back. We'll get him back, I promise.”
“It has to be fixed...” She turned back to look at Clark and Lois, who continued the banter between them mixed with a discussion of work at the daily planet, the looks exchanged, the slight sexual undertone that would peak here and there. She missed having that with him, being able to talk to him. Hear his voice say her name. Instead all she got was a show of them together. It wasn't the same.
He's gone now... a small voice reminded her. Not if this works...
It had to work. She couldn't go another day without him. It no longer mattered about the world; she wanted it to, because the world needed him too. But at this point all she could see and feel was her need to have him back. The ache to pull him to her now, as his younger self, was so strong she was forced to wrap her arms around herself in order to not follow through with the desire.
“Let’s go! I can't do this.”
The others voice was filled with sorrow as well, “We can't.”
Reminded that she wasn't the only one grieving, she turned with an apologetic look but pleaded, “I can't do this... Please!”
“We'll shift when the time is right. I'm sorry...” Her companion took her hand. Offering some comfort. A reminder of a man who use to do the same.
With hurting hearts they continued to watch. Eventually the ring on the brunette’s finger glowed, and the pull and divide of reality around them began, its familiar feeling filling them both.
Her last words before they jumped were ones she said every time, “I'll get you back... I promise!”
~ Present Day: Metropolis ~
He flew his usual rounds three times, wanting to make it up to the people of this world, the world he called home. He couldn't bring back those who died from the bridge disaster, the prisoners of the penitentiary, those victims of the creeper and the storm. Knowing it wasn't his fault that he couldn't be there all the time did not change the piece of himself he always lost.
It was her words of encouragement, echoing in his ears, reminding him that not only was it not his fault. Superman wasn't responsible for death and disaster; they were not something he could control. Humanity had to deal just the same, people would always have grief, and there would always be loss. But what he stood for went beyond a quick fix to avoid this pain but to stand up despite it, for people to lend a helping hand to one another. Love and support and find hope. He was their hope and she - the beautiful Lois was his.
Dawn was only a few hours away, it had yet to break, still even in the finale dark hours of the night he made sure that Metropolis saw him. Flying in the moonlight making his presence known. A reminder that Superman was back and once again their champion.
Retreating back home, he came in through the balcony expecting to find her fast asleep, her angel form spread across the bed like she owned it. Which if he was honest she did. A part of him wondered if she took over the bed so he'd be forced to risk waking her in order to slip in beside her.
Clark had learned to never under estimate her ability to be devious when it came to their love life. Lois not only had an endless appetite for him, but knew he had very little resistance to her and her in the middle of the night charms.
The bed was empty and instead of her light snoring he could hear the tap of laptop keys and a see light glow of the TV in the living area.
“Lois...” he began.
She didn't even look up, just continued typing away while answering,“You've been a busy boy...”
“I took a cue from you I see.”
“Someone has to tell the story...” She gave an ironic smile “Well a version of it... I've become quite good at telling the truth while weeding huge chunks of it out and twisting the rest.”
He sighed and came over to lean down behind her, whispering in her ear,“Lois... you can do the reporter stuff tomorrow. ” He laid a tender kiss on the side of cheek.
“It is tomorrow.”
“Fine, later when its daylight… actual full sun in the sky over Metropolis daylight.” He came around to face her. Noting once again the dark circles under her beautiful eyes.
“I have a lot of work to do, Smallville, and some of it really shouldn't wait, I've already email Perry with a tease of what I have. He's biting at the bit now.”
He sat beside her, “Lois, you don't have to do it now. Perry will survive and Clark Kent can stay away for a few more days...”
“He could, but his wife needs him.”
Shaking his head, Clark stood again, “Lois, come to bed...”
Lois sighed and closed the laptop unable to resist the husky tone his voice had suddenly taken. He could be so mean when he did that! How was she to concentrate when he did while wearing the suit? The skin tight suit that really did not leave much to the imagination… not that she needed hers, she knew that body better then inside of the Daily Planet.
It did not escape him how her eyes travelled his full length, pausing just a little mid-way. She bit her bottom lip and he felt a heat rise through him. Oh no! Not now! She was not manipulating this.
Clark took the laptop and placed it aside, knowing full well what she was anticipating but instead as he hauled her up he swung her over his shoulder carefully with her bottom up in the air, saying as he carried her to the room.
“You are going back to bed to...sleep.”
She slapped at his back and kicked, “THAT'S NOT FAIR...! Put me down Clark!”
“No!” He slapped her behind gently.
“Why?” She asked with a huff as he put in the middle of the bed, her expression half glare half come on.
He leaned down in front of her, arm on either side, face only hairs breath away. Clark declared with so much sincerity that Lois felt a tad bit guilty,“You need more sleep. It’s been rough lately Lois. You have dark circles under your eyes and I know I won't be able to stop you from marching on in behalf of Clark Kent and clearing my name but you need the sleep.”
Her eyes scanned over his face as she reached a hand up to touch his lips. “I'm fine, I promise I am fine”
“Lois...” he took her hand wrapping it in of his warm ones, “I need you to have the sleep...I need you to be well.”
Lois sighed and leaned in touching her forehead to his, her eyes never leaving his. “I am okay. It’s gone and we are free Smallville, stop worrying. Besides,” she brought up her other hand to run over the front of his suit, “I think there is a certain kind of healing art that is perfect for making me 'well' ”
“Lois...”
“Clark, stop fighting it. And I promise to be a good girl and get plenty of sleep after.” She let her lips graze his as she spoke; when she pulled back a little she saw the shift in his eyes from loving concern to deep desire. It took a bit of control to not smile in her victory over him.
Also struggling to control himself, Clark managed to ask, “You promise?”
Lois nodded, “I cross my heart…” pulling him over her as she lay back on to the bed. “Now...I want to enjoy finding out exactly what’s under this suit...”
Clark kissed her and grinned, “You already know…”
“I need a refresher...memory is a bit foggy” She wrapped her legs around his waist, laughing as his mouth attacked her neck. This really was the best medicine there was.
~♥~
Clark become aware to her warmth and scent suddenly leaving him. With eyes still closed he stated, “You are sleeping in Lois Lane-Kent.”
“Yes, I am Mr. Kent... but unless you have acquired the power to go to the bathroom for me, than I think you can excuse this slight absence.”
He rolled on to his back and opened his eyes to give her a hard but loving stare. “Just as long as you remember you promised.”
Rolling her eyes, Lois left the room humming as she did.
Clark smiled to himself recognizing the tune, “Here I go again... ha-ha Lois.”
“Well it fits.”
“I’ve more than repaid my debt, Lois!”
“So...” her voice echoed off the bathroom walls. “it’s only cause of the debt?”
Putting his arms behind his head, Clark waited for her to return before answering. Knowing all his taunt muscles would catch her attention.“What do you think?”
Lois eyed him over with both suspicion and lust, “You're mean!”
“And you're not?”
She actually had the nerve to laugh, “I'm Lois Lane. Of course I am...haven't you heard? Apparently I eat wayward interns for breakfast.”
“I wasn't referring to that.”
Lois grinned and crawled up the bed, along the length of his body till her face hovered over his.
“You like mean Lois. You know you do.”
“No…” came the reply with a dead panned expression
Lois scowled, “No? You do too!!”
He shook his head.
“Clark!”
“Lois?”
“Fine..! I can play this game. No mean Lois from now on. Which means...? ” She teased a nail down his side. His face stayed neutral but she spotted the slight signs it was getting to him in the darkening of his eyes and the way his muscles twitched ever so slightly. “...naughty Lois is gone too.”
She rolled off him and turned to lie on her side away from him. There was silence for a moment as they waited it out. Lois waiting for him to cave and admit he liked naughty and mean Lois. Clark waiting to see what else she would do, how long it would take before the silence killed her.
Just as she hit her breaking point and was about to turn to attack him, with kisses of course, Clark suddenly got out of the bed.
Lois' eyebrows disappeared into her hairline, “Where are you going?”
“To shower...and make you breakfast.”
Rushing forward, she grabbed his boxers from the floor, “Wait a minute buddy! This is not how we play the game!”
“Lois, I need a shower... and you promised to sleep in.”
“But...” She held the boxers tight as if they were the only pair he owned and she could hold him hostage with them.
“You can't leave in the middle of it...”
Clark gave a small laugh and shook his head, “You can always prove to me how much I like mean Lois later.”
Lois shook her head in return, “No... Now..!” Actually pouting which began causing a reaction Clark didn't want. Mentally forcing himself to not go where he knew she was trying to drag him, Clark made to swipe his boxers. She only held them tighter.
“Lois... You promised! ”
“I will keep my promise. When you admit you like mean Lois.”
“No” . He mentally rolled his eyes when it dawned on him that he didn't need the boxers she was withholding from him. “You don't keep your promise and I won't cook you your favourite breakfast.”
Lois narrowed her eyes, “fiiine.” she drawled out slowly, glancing at his underwear drawer before sprinting at it with her own version of super speed. “You can cook me breakfast... but no clothes.”
“No clothes?”
“You heard me! No clothes, Clark Kent. In the buff, cooking in my kitchen.”
“Our kitchen.”
Lois coughed, “For all intents and purposes its mine for this discussion. And you will be naked... and I'll get to sleep a little longer with thoughts of you doing so.” The grin that spread across her face made him blush. “If only you could sweat from slaving over a stove, it would be even better.”
“Lois... ” He fought and lost against the smile teasing at his lips, “Okay, but I want two more hours out of you, hours of actual sleep, not you lying in bed day dreaming.”
Saluting, Lois continued to guard his drawer, “Aye... now go! Get! Shower and cook for me.”
Clark paused at the bedroom door, not entirely sure he could trust her but realizing he was going to have too. The woman was a handful.
Lois made a shooing motion at him... “ Chop chop Smallville... oh and turn slowly and walk.”
Raising a brow, Clark did as she asked, heading out of the bedroom. He heard her whisper with awe, “Now that's the money shot... my piece of...”
“Lois bed!! ”
“I am!!” She lied, crawling quickly into the bed as his gorgeous rear end disappeared into the bathroom, “...and don't pretend you don't like me admiring. You did know you blush on those cheeks as well, right?”
And he did again.
~♥~
She had taken over the bed again. Sprawled across the bed with hair, legs and arms in all directions. Light snoring filled the room and made him happy. She was sleeping as she should be. For someone who actually needed sleep to fuel her, it amazed him how much she could avoid getting the necessary amount. Clark had a feeling that if she didn't need as much, like he did, she'd still be avoiding the few hours a day that was required.
Clark had showered and by the time he finished she had begun to doze. It hadn't been easy he knew. He had purposely taken his time allowing for her to get passed all her mental blocks that prevented her from falling asleep.
Lois Lane fought sleep and fought to get it with equal ferocity. He had to laugh at one point when he had heard her muttering that sheep counting was as useless as a blind copy boy .
Her need for rest eventually won out and he had padded out to the kitchen nude as instructed. Pulling out the items he needed to treat her to a Clark Kent breakfast. One that she swore out did even his mothers. Somehow he doubted that but was hardly going to quarrel it either.
At least the hero duties had demanded attention before he had actually begun to cook. With a sigh he had slipped into the suit and was away.
There was one thing that could be counted on. There was rarely if ever just one incident, accident or crime that needed his attention at any one time. They came in groups. It took control to go from one thing to another and continue to have the Superman patience and demeanour he always did. Only this time, as he had discussed with Lois, he did not stay to talk or be photographed long. Even in the very early hours people tended to be ready for him.
Especially now as they were excited by his return, but he took care of things, spoke comforting words and was off quicker than usual, since Superman couldn't be seen to be ill. Only Clark Kent, and while he was better, he wasn't at his best yet. Any real good close ups or face to face meetings and people would catch that Superman looked under the weather.
Kryptonite radiation overdose tended to have that affect, unfortunately.
Clark felt normal other than being a little more tired than usual, but he had found fading bruises when showering, and noted the slight circles under his own eyes. Helpful for Lois' plan to get Clark Kent cleared, not so much for Superman. And they could not be seen as the same. The right idea in a perceptive mind and they would have trouble, that not even the magic of Zatanna could avoid.
The clock on her nightstand said 7:29 which meant that she was well into her first full hour of agreed sleep. Clark watched her for a few more minutes, the steady rise and fall of her chest and when he closed his eyes and tuned out the rest of the world he could feel her heart beat pulse through him. Nothing else existed but her.
Eventually turning away, Clark once again began prepping and cooking. Naked of course, like requested.
Lois stirred a while later to the most arousing smells. Her stomach growled fiercely and the pleasant dream of white sand and a toned, hard, naked body lying next to her, dissipated.
Groaning, she rubbed her hand lazily along his side of the bed, registering a moment later that if she was smelling breakfast he would have to be the one cooking it, and not in bed with her. Opening her eyes, Lois lifted herself up and peaked at the clock. Not quite two hours, maybe. She wasn't sure when she had exactly fallen asleep.
Oh well, Smallville would just have to accept what she had managed. Besides how was she supposed to ignore the idea of her husband in his birthday suit cooking her breakfast?
As if.
Rolling softly off the bed, she tiptoed to the slightly cracked door. From where it was positioned in the apartment she could make out part of the kitchen. And she was rewarded after a second with one of her favourite sights, his bare tush.
The lip bite that resulted from the sight grew into a full on ogle, made worse when he turned for a moment. Lois barely stopped the moan that escaped her and quickly stepped back, hoping he hadn't caught her. Not that she had much of a chance with his super hearing. But considering he had the TV on low and seemed completely caught up in his task there was a good chance.
Yeah, right! The man kept an ear on her almost 24/7. Who was she kidding? Sure enough, his deep voice called out from the kitchen. “You can get up now, if you want.”
Shaking her head, Lois opened the door fully and leaned against the frame watching him, without shame.
“I am so glad to have your permission.”
He turned and gave her a grin before returning his attention back to the omelette he had just started.
Lois continued her ogling session for another minute, fully aware that he was giving her the show she wanted. Finding reasons to stretch or turn. Giggling, she shook her head before heading back into the bedroom for her robe and slippers. As she did she caught sight of his tie rack, and what Clark would describe as her deviant grin spread across her face.
He had just finished his omelette and was about to start hers when he felt the familiar touch of hands on his butt, giving a quick squeeze before sliding up his back.
“Hello beautiful” He turned his head slowly. The smirk she wore made him pause. “What are you up to?” Clark asked cautiously, hand reaching for the mixing bowl. Not knowing what to expect.
“Nothing, can't I just enjoy you?” Her sweet tone was the biggest indicator that she was definitely up to something. Her hand intercepted his, sliding into his own and turning him around.
Smiling down at her, he continued to try and discern what she was up to, her beautiful hazel eyes glistened with lust and merriment. “Of course...though Lois, you were doing that before without having to invade personal space.”
“You like it when I invade your personal space. Junior can attest to this.”
He blushed despite himself. Clark noticed her hand was behind her back, he moved to try and see, but she cut him off by pulling him down till his lips crashed into hers.
It was very obvious she wanted what was in her hand to remain a mystery till she was ready to reveal. This kiss was design to completely distract him. It worked. Clark became so lost in the way her tongue teased and played against his own he forgot where he was.
Lois wasn't much better. His hands had swept her up into his arms, cupping her backside, pressing her firmly into him, she had slid hers around his neck, gripping his hair. They stumbled back a little when kissing wasn't enough and a need to feel more took over.
He sat her down on the small bit of counter not completely covered with breakfast preparation. Letting his hands roam into her robe and under her tank top. It took a second to register what she had been doing around his neck when he pulled away from kissing her.
It was her favourite of his ties, now hanging around his neck. He lifted it up and looked into her face leaning close. “What’s this?”
The smirk, she had worn to begin with, reappeared. “That's a tie Smallville”
“I can see that Lois. Why is it around my neck? I thought you wanted me clothes free?”
“I did, but do you realize how hot it is to see you walking around in just a tie?” She finished putting it in a knot. Straightening it and running her hand down his chest.
Giving a light chuckle, Clark shook his head and captured her lips again. Lois gripped the tie keeping him close. He lifted a hand and put it in her hair, tangling around his fingers, cupping her head. Pulling back, he smiled before kissing her on the end of her nose, then each eye, along the side of her face before moving to her neck.
Moaning, Lois ran her hands down his side, teasing the sensitive flesh at his waist. When her hands moved further down and in, Clark gasped and pushed her robe down off her shoulders, eliciting a gasp from her in return.
They smiled at each other before continuing. Clark lifting her up, slipping her robe completely off. Lois nipped at his neck, digging her nails deep into his back, dragging them down.
“Oh, Smallville...” She moaned breathlessly.
Lips recaptured, he pulled at her bottom one, sucked and teased. His fingers played with the hem of her lacy boy shorts. Unable to stop the groans and growls her hands were arousing out of him.
His hand, as he slide it under her, felt suddenly greasy.
Clark frowned into their kiss and pulled back. Eyes still closed, it took Lois a second to catch up. When she opened her eyes she followed his down to where she was sitting on the counter.
“I think I sat you down in the butter.” The disappointment in his voice echoed hers, but then she had to laugh.
“I uh...” She shifted and realized that it was true. She could now feel it pressed through her underwear and on to her skin. “Oh that's...”
“I'm sorry...” He wore the big puppy dog eyes now. Lois shook her head failing not to smile.
“It’s fine... I think I'll let you finish cooking while I'll get changed.”
He nodded and began backing up. She pulled at his tie again, whispering against his lips. “We'll finish this after breakfast?”
Kissing her Clark, answered “If you are a good girl and eat it all up.”
Rolling her eyes, as Clark lifted her gently by the waist and placed her down, Lois shook her head, “Gee...I don't know if I can handle that. Eat all of a Clark Kent breakfast. You might have make little airplane noises and tell me to open wide.” She ended the last sentence with a brow waggle, knowing that just implied what she didn't mean, and laughed at the look on his face as she zipped off to the bathroom.
When she came back out a few minutes later in his jersey, the table was set with pancakes, sausage, bacon and a pitcher of orange juice along with a single rose.
She took a seat and watched him finish her omelette and bring it over. Putting her plate down he kissed the top of her head and took his seat. Lois couldn't keep her eyes off the way he looked as he sat down just in the tie...
“Where's your glasses?”
“What?”
Lois swallowed down a bite of the most gorgeous omelette. The look of ecstasy on her face made Clark flush. After a moment she finally answered. “I was hoping you'd wear them.”
Clark raised a brow, “Glasses and a tie only?”
“Yes”
“How much longer do I have to be 'dressed' this way...?”
Lois picked up a piece of bacon. “Oh, I don't know, when I decide to release you... so glasses?”
Giving a slight shake of the head, Clark was suddenly there with glasses on. The only sign he had moved was the brief whooshing sound and her hair flying up. Giving him an appraising look she smiled appreciatively.
“That is better...”
Clark looked her over while taking a bit of his food. “Don't you think you should even it up?”
“No...”
“Lois” !
“Clark...”
“Take it off.”
“You know if I do we'll never finish this breakfast.”
“I can if you can...”
“Wanna bet?”
Clark just grinned and folded his arms staring at her.
Lois put down her fork, “Oh...alright.” Not that she was really bothered. It actually became quite clear to Clark that she hadn't planned wearing it long anyway, slipping it off all she had on was a pair of panties.
Giving a smirk, Clark nodded slightly before turning to his own plate. The challenge was on. With very little clothes on between them, and the very tempting way they ate their food, it really was a struggle.
Just when Clark was sure he couldn't take it anymore, with the way she was looking at him, how inviting her beautiful body was. Lois suddenly was up and sitting in his lap sparing him from having to grab her.
~♥~
“That was a first... You'd have thought we would have done that before...”
“Mmmm, we did at the farm.”
“The counter isn't the same as the table set with breakfast; I don't recall how we got to the floor.” They had been on the table at one point she was sure of it.
“You have egg in your hair...”
Lois shook her head and flipped her hair over her shoulder. Returning her gaze to his face, she took another deep breath as she ran her hand over his chest as they lay tangled together on their sides.
Smirking, Clark pulled her closer and turned them so she was now sitting in his lap. Lois let out a moan at the way their bodies made contact and was rewarded with a deep kiss.
“Mmmm…”
“You're still breathing heavy...”
“That's your fault!” Lois gasped as he kissed her neck at the pulse point.
“You make me sweat” He murmured as he continued kissing.
“Correction, that's my sweat all over you.”
“It’s ours...”
“I think...” Lois leaned her forward head against his when he pulled up from her neck. “We should include sweating in debt repayment.”
“Only if heavy breathing can be added as well.”
“That wouldn't be fair would it?... mister krypto lungs.”
“And sweating would be?”
Lois bit her lip, twirling her fingers through the damp curls at the back of his neck. He was right; she was capable of making him sweat.
“Fine, we can let it pass... but you owe me again.”
Resting his hands on her waist, he squeezed gently. “No... I wasn't the one who moaned out my name at least three times.”
“Name moaning does not trump heat vision...or in this case preheat vision.” They both looked up at the ceiling and then around to make sure there was no scorch marks. The farm was one thing the apartment another. There was a mutual sigh of relief before they went back to the conversation at hand.
Clark narrowed his eyes at her, she had him on preheat vision. About to admit defeat another thought occurred to him, “Wait... Lois, you cheated!”
“No, I didn't...”
“Yes, you did! Rule number four! Which was your rule... you know very well...”
Lois placed her mouth over his, shutting him up with a long sensual kiss, that quickly grew heated. The temptation to go for another round was heavy for them both but neither had completely forgotten the busy day ahead.
Pulling reluctantly back , Lois smiled at Clark's glazed over eyes. He was so hard to resist, she kissed him again and moaned when he sucked her bottom lip. “Clark...we can't”
“I know...” he had now moved back to her neck again.
“We can continue this later...”
“I'm going to hold you to that.”
“Turn your head...”
Clark pulled away confused, “Why?”
Taking his face softly in her hands Lois prodded for him to move his head, he yielded. Unsure as to why she wanted this.
He involuntarily shuddered when he felt her tongue slowly lick up the side of his face. “Loois!”
“You had syrup on you...” she gave a breathy giggle.
“I think I have it in many places.”
“I'm sure you do, we are after all wearing the remainder of breakfast. You're just going to have to take a shower now aren't you!”
She almost died with laughter at the pout he gave.
“A shower, I prefer the other method.” He gave his best puppy dog mixed with sexy eyes. Lois had to clear her throat and keep control.
Damn him. She was losing.
“Smallville... we really should clean up.”
Clark brought a hand to the side of her face, tangling his fingers in her hair, kissing her lips gently. “I can do it in seconds. You owe me...”
The huskiness in his voice got to her more than his reasoning. “I do not...”she responded returning the kiss.
“You so do...”
“Make me pay up than...”
At her dare Clark growled, Lois squealed as she suddenly found herself laying on the floor again. She had no time to protest or antagonize him further before he began taking his payment. Hands everywhere, mouth over hers.
A ringing sound wouldn't have been enough to ruin the moment but the cell phone, that had found its way on to the floor with them, vibrated as well. Lois could feel it against her side.
Pushing Clark back, who's hands were now in search of it, Lois turned and snatched at it before he did. Knowing in this mood he'd probably toss it to the moon rather than answer it.
“It’s Chloe.”
“I don't care...”
“Clark!”
He sighed and rolled off her. Grimacing, as he felt more egg and what was probably a sausage pressed into his back. “You still owe me.”
“That is debatable Smallville...” She leaned down and stole a kiss before attempting to stand. Giving a sly wink she added, “Tonight though, we can continue this disagreement.”
“We better...”
“We will.” Lois turned to look for the jersey and frowned at the state of it.
“Hey Chloe, I'm gonna need a bit longer before I'm ready.” She looked down at her naked husband sprawled on the messy floor. He really was hot no matter what the circumstances. “Yes, that's fine. See you in about an hour and half. Love you too!”
Clark was watching her, still unmoved from his spot. “An hour gives us plenty of time.”
Lois shook her head, “Kent... you have Superman duties, I have to clear Clark Kent. And there is this messy floor you still have yet to clean up. Chop chop!” She turned to head for the shower and found herself walking straight into said Clark Kent.
“You take too long and I'll join you.”
“I'll just have to be quick then.”
Clark looked hurt, “If I didn't know any better I'd say you didn't want me!”
Smiling, Lois touched a hand to his face, the other playing with his tie that was still around his neck, “Oh I want you... just later, rather than now when we're bound to get interrupted, again.”
He put his arms around her, planning on stealing a kiss when Lois pulled a disgusted face. “Oh gawd...egg between my toes. ”
“I'll clean up” Clark's laughter rang around her, as she hobbled to the bathroom, hearing his familiar whoosh.
... continued here..
PLEASE make sure you read the end of Chapter 12. I have a feeling some of you didn't see my reload/refresh warning and missed the sexy cloisey end and the dream. Part 3 of Chapter 12 is here.
This first half is full of fluffy sexy Clois. Not explicit but warning if your sensitive to mild suggestion and innuendo. My Pre-reader said it was hot..so hopefully the rest of you will agree. The meatier part of the chapter I am still trimming up and will be in part 2.
Edit Updated: Replaced with a version beta'd by EmLouD who is now my permanent beta for Heart to Heart. Thanks so much!!
~ 5 Years before Present: Kent Farm ~
“ You are so dead!”
The victory dance was done around him, almost right along his body, forcing Clark to turn with her.
“Right, Lois.”
“Don't play coy Smallville, it really doesn't suit you. Now admit it! ”
“No way...! You cheated!”
“I do not cheat... you can't 'cheat' in this game anyway. It doesn't work like that.” Lois stopped her dancing pushing past Clark, who was more than eager to win this argument. “You're just a sore loser.”
“Technically I haven't lost. ”
“We finish this...” she pointed at the game which flash 39 seconds on the screen “and you'll be dead. You know it…and I know it. Why do you wish to prolong your agony?”
Clark put his controller down and went to the island counter, watching Lois as she raided the fridge. “I'm not prolonging anything. You just don't want to finish because if we do… I'll win!”
Lois gave a barking laugh, “Yeah…right. Smallville… you keep telling yourself that.”
“What are you doing?” Clark watched the array of things being set on the counter from the fridge. He couldn't decide if she was making a sandwich or not.
“Making lunch...” She rolled her eyes at him as if to say 'duh'.
He returned the look. “Yes, I know, but I mean...exactly what are you planning to eat?”
“Whatever I can find...”
“There is left over casserole in the back.”
“Oh...” She pulled out the dish and peeled back the cover to smile at the contents. “Now that is food! Did your mom cook this and send it in the post, because this looks an awful lot like one of hers.”
“No, I did. I do know how to cook, Lois.” Clark appeared a little hurt.
Lois gave him a doubtful look,“uh huh...” turning to look away so he wouldn't see the smile threatening to break her face.
Neither noticed the two figures that stood in the kitchen with them. The brunette watched the interplay and swallowed against the pain. She wanted so badly to touch him.
The other looked at the calendar and shook their head. “We're too early…Chloe's wedding isn't for another three weeks and it will be needed before then.”
“The phantom zone” ?
“Yes.”
“She…” it was weird to word it like that. Watching Lois, Lois who had Clark. “She won't be planning to move in for another week.”
“We have to jump again.”
The brunette turned to look at her companion, “Why is he bringing us to the wrong times… why!? It hurts to see him!”
“You'll get him back. We'll get him back, I promise.”
“It has to be fixed...” She turned back to look at Clark and Lois, who continued the banter between them mixed with a discussion of work at the daily planet, the looks exchanged, the slight sexual undertone that would peak here and there. She missed having that with him, being able to talk to him. Hear his voice say her name. Instead all she got was a show of them together. It wasn't the same.
He's gone now... a small voice reminded her. Not if this works...
It had to work. She couldn't go another day without him. It no longer mattered about the world; she wanted it to, because the world needed him too. But at this point all she could see and feel was her need to have him back. The ache to pull him to her now, as his younger self, was so strong she was forced to wrap her arms around herself in order to not follow through with the desire.
“Let’s go! I can't do this.”
The others voice was filled with sorrow as well, “We can't.”
Reminded that she wasn't the only one grieving, she turned with an apologetic look but pleaded, “I can't do this... Please!”
“We'll shift when the time is right. I'm sorry...” Her companion took her hand. Offering some comfort. A reminder of a man who use to do the same.
With hurting hearts they continued to watch. Eventually the ring on the brunette’s finger glowed, and the pull and divide of reality around them began, its familiar feeling filling them both.
Her last words before they jumped were ones she said every time, “I'll get you back... I promise!”
He flew his usual rounds three times, wanting to make it up to the people of this world, the world he called home. He couldn't bring back those who died from the bridge disaster, the prisoners of the penitentiary, those victims of the creeper and the storm. Knowing it wasn't his fault that he couldn't be there all the time did not change the piece of himself he always lost.
It was her words of encouragement, echoing in his ears, reminding him that not only was it not his fault. Superman wasn't responsible for death and disaster; they were not something he could control. Humanity had to deal just the same, people would always have grief, and there would always be loss. But what he stood for went beyond a quick fix to avoid this pain but to stand up despite it, for people to lend a helping hand to one another. Love and support and find hope. He was their hope and she - the beautiful Lois was his.
Dawn was only a few hours away, it had yet to break, still even in the finale dark hours of the night he made sure that Metropolis saw him. Flying in the moonlight making his presence known. A reminder that Superman was back and once again their champion.
Retreating back home, he came in through the balcony expecting to find her fast asleep, her angel form spread across the bed like she owned it. Which if he was honest she did. A part of him wondered if she took over the bed so he'd be forced to risk waking her in order to slip in beside her.
Clark had learned to never under estimate her ability to be devious when it came to their love life. Lois not only had an endless appetite for him, but knew he had very little resistance to her and her in the middle of the night charms.
The bed was empty and instead of her light snoring he could hear the tap of laptop keys and a see light glow of the TV in the living area.
“Lois...” he began.
She didn't even look up, just continued typing away while answering,“You've been a busy boy...”
“I took a cue from you I see.”
“Someone has to tell the story...” She gave an ironic smile “Well a version of it... I've become quite good at telling the truth while weeding huge chunks of it out and twisting the rest.”
He sighed and came over to lean down behind her, whispering in her ear,“Lois... you can do the reporter stuff tomorrow. ” He laid a tender kiss on the side of cheek.
“It is tomorrow.”
“Fine, later when its daylight… actual full sun in the sky over Metropolis daylight.” He came around to face her. Noting once again the dark circles under her beautiful eyes.
“I have a lot of work to do, Smallville, and some of it really shouldn't wait, I've already email Perry with a tease of what I have. He's biting at the bit now.”
He sat beside her, “Lois, you don't have to do it now. Perry will survive and Clark Kent can stay away for a few more days...”
“He could, but his wife needs him.”
Shaking his head, Clark stood again, “Lois, come to bed...”
Lois sighed and closed the laptop unable to resist the husky tone his voice had suddenly taken. He could be so mean when he did that! How was she to concentrate when he did while wearing the suit? The skin tight suit that really did not leave much to the imagination… not that she needed hers, she knew that body better then inside of the Daily Planet.
It did not escape him how her eyes travelled his full length, pausing just a little mid-way. She bit her bottom lip and he felt a heat rise through him. Oh no! Not now! She was not manipulating this.
Clark took the laptop and placed it aside, knowing full well what she was anticipating but instead as he hauled her up he swung her over his shoulder carefully with her bottom up in the air, saying as he carried her to the room.
“You are going back to bed to...sleep.”
She slapped at his back and kicked, “THAT'S NOT FAIR...! Put me down Clark!”
“No!” He slapped her behind gently.
“Why?” She asked with a huff as he put in the middle of the bed, her expression half glare half come on.
He leaned down in front of her, arm on either side, face only hairs breath away. Clark declared with so much sincerity that Lois felt a tad bit guilty,“You need more sleep. It’s been rough lately Lois. You have dark circles under your eyes and I know I won't be able to stop you from marching on in behalf of Clark Kent and clearing my name but you need the sleep.”
Her eyes scanned over his face as she reached a hand up to touch his lips. “I'm fine, I promise I am fine”
“Lois...” he took her hand wrapping it in of his warm ones, “I need you to have the sleep...I need you to be well.”
Lois sighed and leaned in touching her forehead to his, her eyes never leaving his. “I am okay. It’s gone and we are free Smallville, stop worrying. Besides,” she brought up her other hand to run over the front of his suit, “I think there is a certain kind of healing art that is perfect for making me 'well' ”
“Lois...”
“Clark, stop fighting it. And I promise to be a good girl and get plenty of sleep after.” She let her lips graze his as she spoke; when she pulled back a little she saw the shift in his eyes from loving concern to deep desire. It took a bit of control to not smile in her victory over him.
Also struggling to control himself, Clark managed to ask, “You promise?”
Lois nodded, “I cross my heart…” pulling him over her as she lay back on to the bed. “Now...I want to enjoy finding out exactly what’s under this suit...”
Clark kissed her and grinned, “You already know…”
“I need a refresher...memory is a bit foggy” She wrapped her legs around his waist, laughing as his mouth attacked her neck. This really was the best medicine there was.
Clark become aware to her warmth and scent suddenly leaving him. With eyes still closed he stated, “You are sleeping in Lois Lane-Kent.”
“Yes, I am Mr. Kent... but unless you have acquired the power to go to the bathroom for me, than I think you can excuse this slight absence.”
He rolled on to his back and opened his eyes to give her a hard but loving stare. “Just as long as you remember you promised.”
Rolling her eyes, Lois left the room humming as she did.
Clark smiled to himself recognizing the tune, “Here I go again... ha-ha Lois.”
“Well it fits.”
“I’ve more than repaid my debt, Lois!”
“So...” her voice echoed off the bathroom walls. “it’s only cause of the debt?”
Putting his arms behind his head, Clark waited for her to return before answering. Knowing all his taunt muscles would catch her attention.“What do you think?”
Lois eyed him over with both suspicion and lust, “You're mean!”
“And you're not?”
She actually had the nerve to laugh, “I'm Lois Lane. Of course I am...haven't you heard? Apparently I eat wayward interns for breakfast.”
“I wasn't referring to that.”
Lois grinned and crawled up the bed, along the length of his body till her face hovered over his.
“You like mean Lois. You know you do.”
“No…” came the reply with a dead panned expression
Lois scowled, “No? You do too!!”
He shook his head.
“Clark!”
“Lois?”
“Fine..! I can play this game. No mean Lois from now on. Which means...? ” She teased a nail down his side. His face stayed neutral but she spotted the slight signs it was getting to him in the darkening of his eyes and the way his muscles twitched ever so slightly. “...naughty Lois is gone too.”
She rolled off him and turned to lie on her side away from him. There was silence for a moment as they waited it out. Lois waiting for him to cave and admit he liked naughty and mean Lois. Clark waiting to see what else she would do, how long it would take before the silence killed her.
Just as she hit her breaking point and was about to turn to attack him, with kisses of course, Clark suddenly got out of the bed.
Lois' eyebrows disappeared into her hairline, “Where are you going?”
“To shower...and make you breakfast.”
Rushing forward, she grabbed his boxers from the floor, “Wait a minute buddy! This is not how we play the game!”
“Lois, I need a shower... and you promised to sleep in.”
“But...” She held the boxers tight as if they were the only pair he owned and she could hold him hostage with them.
“You can't leave in the middle of it...”
Clark gave a small laugh and shook his head, “You can always prove to me how much I like mean Lois later.”
Lois shook her head in return, “No... Now..!” Actually pouting which began causing a reaction Clark didn't want. Mentally forcing himself to not go where he knew she was trying to drag him, Clark made to swipe his boxers. She only held them tighter.
“Lois... You promised! ”
“I will keep my promise. When you admit you like mean Lois.”
“No” . He mentally rolled his eyes when it dawned on him that he didn't need the boxers she was withholding from him. “You don't keep your promise and I won't cook you your favourite breakfast.”
Lois narrowed her eyes, “fiiine.” she drawled out slowly, glancing at his underwear drawer before sprinting at it with her own version of super speed. “You can cook me breakfast... but no clothes.”
“No clothes?”
“You heard me! No clothes, Clark Kent. In the buff, cooking in my kitchen.”
“Our kitchen.”
Lois coughed, “For all intents and purposes its mine for this discussion. And you will be naked... and I'll get to sleep a little longer with thoughts of you doing so.” The grin that spread across her face made him blush. “If only you could sweat from slaving over a stove, it would be even better.”
“Lois... ” He fought and lost against the smile teasing at his lips, “Okay, but I want two more hours out of you, hours of actual sleep, not you lying in bed day dreaming.”
Saluting, Lois continued to guard his drawer, “Aye... now go! Get! Shower and cook for me.”
Clark paused at the bedroom door, not entirely sure he could trust her but realizing he was going to have too. The woman was a handful.
Lois made a shooing motion at him... “ Chop chop Smallville... oh and turn slowly and walk.”
Raising a brow, Clark did as she asked, heading out of the bedroom. He heard her whisper with awe, “Now that's the money shot... my piece of...”
“Lois bed!! ”
“I am!!” She lied, crawling quickly into the bed as his gorgeous rear end disappeared into the bathroom, “...and don't pretend you don't like me admiring. You did know you blush on those cheeks as well, right?”
And he did again.
She had taken over the bed again. Sprawled across the bed with hair, legs and arms in all directions. Light snoring filled the room and made him happy. She was sleeping as she should be. For someone who actually needed sleep to fuel her, it amazed him how much she could avoid getting the necessary amount. Clark had a feeling that if she didn't need as much, like he did, she'd still be avoiding the few hours a day that was required.
Clark had showered and by the time he finished she had begun to doze. It hadn't been easy he knew. He had purposely taken his time allowing for her to get passed all her mental blocks that prevented her from falling asleep.
Lois Lane fought sleep and fought to get it with equal ferocity. He had to laugh at one point when he had heard her muttering that sheep counting was as useless as a blind copy boy .
Her need for rest eventually won out and he had padded out to the kitchen nude as instructed. Pulling out the items he needed to treat her to a Clark Kent breakfast. One that she swore out did even his mothers. Somehow he doubted that but was hardly going to quarrel it either.
At least the hero duties had demanded attention before he had actually begun to cook. With a sigh he had slipped into the suit and was away.
There was one thing that could be counted on. There was rarely if ever just one incident, accident or crime that needed his attention at any one time. They came in groups. It took control to go from one thing to another and continue to have the Superman patience and demeanour he always did. Only this time, as he had discussed with Lois, he did not stay to talk or be photographed long. Even in the very early hours people tended to be ready for him.
Especially now as they were excited by his return, but he took care of things, spoke comforting words and was off quicker than usual, since Superman couldn't be seen to be ill. Only Clark Kent, and while he was better, he wasn't at his best yet. Any real good close ups or face to face meetings and people would catch that Superman looked under the weather.
Kryptonite radiation overdose tended to have that affect, unfortunately.
Clark felt normal other than being a little more tired than usual, but he had found fading bruises when showering, and noted the slight circles under his own eyes. Helpful for Lois' plan to get Clark Kent cleared, not so much for Superman. And they could not be seen as the same. The right idea in a perceptive mind and they would have trouble, that not even the magic of Zatanna could avoid.
The clock on her nightstand said 7:29 which meant that she was well into her first full hour of agreed sleep. Clark watched her for a few more minutes, the steady rise and fall of her chest and when he closed his eyes and tuned out the rest of the world he could feel her heart beat pulse through him. Nothing else existed but her.
Eventually turning away, Clark once again began prepping and cooking. Naked of course, like requested.
Lois stirred a while later to the most arousing smells. Her stomach growled fiercely and the pleasant dream of white sand and a toned, hard, naked body lying next to her, dissipated.
Groaning, she rubbed her hand lazily along his side of the bed, registering a moment later that if she was smelling breakfast he would have to be the one cooking it, and not in bed with her. Opening her eyes, Lois lifted herself up and peaked at the clock. Not quite two hours, maybe. She wasn't sure when she had exactly fallen asleep.
Oh well, Smallville would just have to accept what she had managed. Besides how was she supposed to ignore the idea of her husband in his birthday suit cooking her breakfast?
As if.
Rolling softly off the bed, she tiptoed to the slightly cracked door. From where it was positioned in the apartment she could make out part of the kitchen. And she was rewarded after a second with one of her favourite sights, his bare tush.
The lip bite that resulted from the sight grew into a full on ogle, made worse when he turned for a moment. Lois barely stopped the moan that escaped her and quickly stepped back, hoping he hadn't caught her. Not that she had much of a chance with his super hearing. But considering he had the TV on low and seemed completely caught up in his task there was a good chance.
Yeah, right! The man kept an ear on her almost 24/7. Who was she kidding? Sure enough, his deep voice called out from the kitchen. “You can get up now, if you want.”
Shaking her head, Lois opened the door fully and leaned against the frame watching him, without shame.
“I am so glad to have your permission.”
He turned and gave her a grin before returning his attention back to the omelette he had just started.
Lois continued her ogling session for another minute, fully aware that he was giving her the show she wanted. Finding reasons to stretch or turn. Giggling, she shook her head before heading back into the bedroom for her robe and slippers. As she did she caught sight of his tie rack, and what Clark would describe as her deviant grin spread across her face.
He had just finished his omelette and was about to start hers when he felt the familiar touch of hands on his butt, giving a quick squeeze before sliding up his back.
“Hello beautiful” He turned his head slowly. The smirk she wore made him pause. “What are you up to?” Clark asked cautiously, hand reaching for the mixing bowl. Not knowing what to expect.
“Nothing, can't I just enjoy you?” Her sweet tone was the biggest indicator that she was definitely up to something. Her hand intercepted his, sliding into his own and turning him around.
Smiling down at her, he continued to try and discern what she was up to, her beautiful hazel eyes glistened with lust and merriment. “Of course...though Lois, you were doing that before without having to invade personal space.”
“You like it when I invade your personal space. Junior can attest to this.”
He blushed despite himself. Clark noticed her hand was behind her back, he moved to try and see, but she cut him off by pulling him down till his lips crashed into hers.
It was very obvious she wanted what was in her hand to remain a mystery till she was ready to reveal. This kiss was design to completely distract him. It worked. Clark became so lost in the way her tongue teased and played against his own he forgot where he was.
Lois wasn't much better. His hands had swept her up into his arms, cupping her backside, pressing her firmly into him, she had slid hers around his neck, gripping his hair. They stumbled back a little when kissing wasn't enough and a need to feel more took over.
He sat her down on the small bit of counter not completely covered with breakfast preparation. Letting his hands roam into her robe and under her tank top. It took a second to register what she had been doing around his neck when he pulled away from kissing her.
It was her favourite of his ties, now hanging around his neck. He lifted it up and looked into her face leaning close. “What’s this?”
The smirk, she had worn to begin with, reappeared. “That's a tie Smallville”
“I can see that Lois. Why is it around my neck? I thought you wanted me clothes free?”
“I did, but do you realize how hot it is to see you walking around in just a tie?” She finished putting it in a knot. Straightening it and running her hand down his chest.
Giving a light chuckle, Clark shook his head and captured her lips again. Lois gripped the tie keeping him close. He lifted a hand and put it in her hair, tangling around his fingers, cupping her head. Pulling back, he smiled before kissing her on the end of her nose, then each eye, along the side of her face before moving to her neck.
Moaning, Lois ran her hands down his side, teasing the sensitive flesh at his waist. When her hands moved further down and in, Clark gasped and pushed her robe down off her shoulders, eliciting a gasp from her in return.
They smiled at each other before continuing. Clark lifting her up, slipping her robe completely off. Lois nipped at his neck, digging her nails deep into his back, dragging them down.
“Oh, Smallville...” She moaned breathlessly.
Lips recaptured, he pulled at her bottom one, sucked and teased. His fingers played with the hem of her lacy boy shorts. Unable to stop the groans and growls her hands were arousing out of him.
His hand, as he slide it under her, felt suddenly greasy.
Clark frowned into their kiss and pulled back. Eyes still closed, it took Lois a second to catch up. When she opened her eyes she followed his down to where she was sitting on the counter.
“I think I sat you down in the butter.” The disappointment in his voice echoed hers, but then she had to laugh.
“I uh...” She shifted and realized that it was true. She could now feel it pressed through her underwear and on to her skin. “Oh that's...”
“I'm sorry...” He wore the big puppy dog eyes now. Lois shook her head failing not to smile.
“It’s fine... I think I'll let you finish cooking while I'll get changed.”
He nodded and began backing up. She pulled at his tie again, whispering against his lips. “We'll finish this after breakfast?”
Kissing her Clark, answered “If you are a good girl and eat it all up.”
Rolling her eyes, as Clark lifted her gently by the waist and placed her down, Lois shook her head, “Gee...I don't know if I can handle that. Eat all of a Clark Kent breakfast. You might have make little airplane noises and tell me to open wide.” She ended the last sentence with a brow waggle, knowing that just implied what she didn't mean, and laughed at the look on his face as she zipped off to the bathroom.
When she came back out a few minutes later in his jersey, the table was set with pancakes, sausage, bacon and a pitcher of orange juice along with a single rose.
She took a seat and watched him finish her omelette and bring it over. Putting her plate down he kissed the top of her head and took his seat. Lois couldn't keep her eyes off the way he looked as he sat down just in the tie...
“Where's your glasses?”
“What?”
Lois swallowed down a bite of the most gorgeous omelette. The look of ecstasy on her face made Clark flush. After a moment she finally answered. “I was hoping you'd wear them.”
Clark raised a brow, “Glasses and a tie only?”
“Yes”
“How much longer do I have to be 'dressed' this way...?”
Lois picked up a piece of bacon. “Oh, I don't know, when I decide to release you... so glasses?”
Giving a slight shake of the head, Clark was suddenly there with glasses on. The only sign he had moved was the brief whooshing sound and her hair flying up. Giving him an appraising look she smiled appreciatively.
“That is better...”
Clark looked her over while taking a bit of his food. “Don't you think you should even it up?”
“No...”
“Lois” !
“Clark...”
“Take it off.”
“You know if I do we'll never finish this breakfast.”
“I can if you can...”
“Wanna bet?”
Clark just grinned and folded his arms staring at her.
Lois put down her fork, “Oh...alright.” Not that she was really bothered. It actually became quite clear to Clark that she hadn't planned wearing it long anyway, slipping it off all she had on was a pair of panties.
Giving a smirk, Clark nodded slightly before turning to his own plate. The challenge was on. With very little clothes on between them, and the very tempting way they ate their food, it really was a struggle.
Just when Clark was sure he couldn't take it anymore, with the way she was looking at him, how inviting her beautiful body was. Lois suddenly was up and sitting in his lap sparing him from having to grab her.
“That was a first... You'd have thought we would have done that before...”
“Mmmm, we did at the farm.”
“The counter isn't the same as the table set with breakfast; I don't recall how we got to the floor.” They had been on the table at one point she was sure of it.
“You have egg in your hair...”
Lois shook her head and flipped her hair over her shoulder. Returning her gaze to his face, she took another deep breath as she ran her hand over his chest as they lay tangled together on their sides.
Smirking, Clark pulled her closer and turned them so she was now sitting in his lap. Lois let out a moan at the way their bodies made contact and was rewarded with a deep kiss.
“Mmmm…”
“You're still breathing heavy...”
“That's your fault!” Lois gasped as he kissed her neck at the pulse point.
“You make me sweat” He murmured as he continued kissing.
“Correction, that's my sweat all over you.”
“It’s ours...”
“I think...” Lois leaned her forward head against his when he pulled up from her neck. “We should include sweating in debt repayment.”
“Only if heavy breathing can be added as well.”
“That wouldn't be fair would it?... mister krypto lungs.”
“And sweating would be?”
Lois bit her lip, twirling her fingers through the damp curls at the back of his neck. He was right; she was capable of making him sweat.
“Fine, we can let it pass... but you owe me again.”
Resting his hands on her waist, he squeezed gently. “No... I wasn't the one who moaned out my name at least three times.”
“Name moaning does not trump heat vision...or in this case preheat vision.” They both looked up at the ceiling and then around to make sure there was no scorch marks. The farm was one thing the apartment another. There was a mutual sigh of relief before they went back to the conversation at hand.
Clark narrowed his eyes at her, she had him on preheat vision. About to admit defeat another thought occurred to him, “Wait... Lois, you cheated!”
“No, I didn't...”
“Yes, you did! Rule number four! Which was your rule... you know very well...”
Lois placed her mouth over his, shutting him up with a long sensual kiss, that quickly grew heated. The temptation to go for another round was heavy for them both but neither had completely forgotten the busy day ahead.
Pulling reluctantly back , Lois smiled at Clark's glazed over eyes. He was so hard to resist, she kissed him again and moaned when he sucked her bottom lip. “Clark...we can't”
“I know...” he had now moved back to her neck again.
“We can continue this later...”
“I'm going to hold you to that.”
“Turn your head...”
Clark pulled away confused, “Why?”
Taking his face softly in her hands Lois prodded for him to move his head, he yielded. Unsure as to why she wanted this.
He involuntarily shuddered when he felt her tongue slowly lick up the side of his face. “Loois!”
“You had syrup on you...” she gave a breathy giggle.
“I think I have it in many places.”
“I'm sure you do, we are after all wearing the remainder of breakfast. You're just going to have to take a shower now aren't you!”
She almost died with laughter at the pout he gave.
“A shower, I prefer the other method.” He gave his best puppy dog mixed with sexy eyes. Lois had to clear her throat and keep control.
Damn him. She was losing.
“Smallville... we really should clean up.”
Clark brought a hand to the side of her face, tangling his fingers in her hair, kissing her lips gently. “I can do it in seconds. You owe me...”
The huskiness in his voice got to her more than his reasoning. “I do not...”she responded returning the kiss.
“You so do...”
“Make me pay up than...”
At her dare Clark growled, Lois squealed as she suddenly found herself laying on the floor again. She had no time to protest or antagonize him further before he began taking his payment. Hands everywhere, mouth over hers.
A ringing sound wouldn't have been enough to ruin the moment but the cell phone, that had found its way on to the floor with them, vibrated as well. Lois could feel it against her side.
Pushing Clark back, who's hands were now in search of it, Lois turned and snatched at it before he did. Knowing in this mood he'd probably toss it to the moon rather than answer it.
“It’s Chloe.”
“I don't care...”
“Clark!”
He sighed and rolled off her. Grimacing, as he felt more egg and what was probably a sausage pressed into his back. “You still owe me.”
“That is debatable Smallville...” She leaned down and stole a kiss before attempting to stand. Giving a sly wink she added, “Tonight though, we can continue this disagreement.”
“We better...”
“We will.” Lois turned to look for the jersey and frowned at the state of it.
“Hey Chloe, I'm gonna need a bit longer before I'm ready.” She looked down at her naked husband sprawled on the messy floor. He really was hot no matter what the circumstances. “Yes, that's fine. See you in about an hour and half. Love you too!”
Clark was watching her, still unmoved from his spot. “An hour gives us plenty of time.”
Lois shook her head, “Kent... you have Superman duties, I have to clear Clark Kent. And there is this messy floor you still have yet to clean up. Chop chop!” She turned to head for the shower and found herself walking straight into said Clark Kent.
“You take too long and I'll join you.”
“I'll just have to be quick then.”
Clark looked hurt, “If I didn't know any better I'd say you didn't want me!”
Smiling, Lois touched a hand to his face, the other playing with his tie that was still around his neck, “Oh I want you... just later, rather than now when we're bound to get interrupted, again.”
He put his arms around her, planning on stealing a kiss when Lois pulled a disgusted face. “Oh gawd...egg between my toes. ”
“I'll clean up” Clark's laughter rang around her, as she hobbled to the bathroom, hearing his familiar whoosh.
... continued here..