Fic: Man of Steel: A Risk Worth Taking (5/?)
Title: Man of Steel: A Risk Worth Taking (5/?)
Author: Babette babettew54
Canon: Superman (MOS)
Pairings; Characters: Clark/Lois, Martha Kent, Sam Lane
Rating: M
Word Count: 3,500
Summary: Lois couldn’t decide whether to ask him out or bombard him with questions hopefully to secure the ‘Story of the Century.’
Spoilers: None. It’s just speculation about hand touching in the trailer and what it could mean for Clois.
Disclaimer: DC Comics/Warner Bros. Entertainment owns these characters. This is strictly for my own amusement.
Author's Notes: Three months from today… June 14, 2013, MOS will be in theaters! I cannot wait, as evidenced by this story!! *giggles* Just like everyone else, I have such high hopes for this movie and for Clois! In this next chapter, Clark isn’t willing to accept Lois’s offer, but for the life of her, Lois couldn’t understand why, and later their true destiny is revealed. There is angst but not too much! I hope you like it. Please read and review. Thank you! :D
Previously:
( Chapter 1)( Chapter 2)( Chapter 3) ( Chapter 4)
x-posted: (FFN); (A03)
Chapter 5: Gravity
The next morning, Lois' apartment:
After tossing and turning for over an hour, Lois couldn't sleep. Her conversation earlier in the evening with her 'guest' had kept her up half the night. She hoped that Clark had changed his mind about sleeping together. For some strange reason, he felt that as long as they were sharing the same living space, but not actually 'living together' that they should keep their relationship platonic. Lois was not amused. She thought he was trying to be funny to make light of their awkward living arrangement.
Earlier that evening:
They had argued about it after he had returned from a rescue and had brought over his luggage, which consisted of a huge suitcase with many travel stickers from around the world with C.K. initials next to the handle. She had to smile at her Nerdy 'guest.'
"I'm dead serious," he had said as he began to unpack a few things. The sleep sofa in the den was a full size mattress, but it was too small for him. Lois had a king size bed. Sighing, he turned to her, but at her confused and a bit outraged expression, he tried to explain. "Now that your Father is suspicious of you and the flying man, the less I see of him the better. I got the feeling he picked up on your … Ummm … affectionate display in the warehouse."
Lois wasn't worried. "Clark, I've lived in this apartment for over a year, and he never comes to visit. I've asked him of course, but he never accepts my invitation. His military career is far more valuable to him than my sister Lucy or me.
Clark frowned. "Lois, I … I'm sorry."
She shrugged. "Don't worry about it."
But Clark wasn't convinced they should sleep together. So he pulled out the sofa bed, added sheets, blanket and a pillow and tried to get comfortable.
Lois crossed her arms, and stared at him. Shaking her head, she murmured, "And I thought my Father had a hard head. Good night, Smallville."
He pounded the pillow and pulled the covers up to his chin. "Good night, Lois."
~o~o~
Later that same night:
Rubbing her tired eyes, and after slipping on a robe, she decided to check up on him. She peeped out from her bedroom door, and wondered if he were still asleep. He was a quiet sleeper, no snoring or late night trips to the bathroom. His door was slightly ajar, so she leaned in and tried not to gasp at the beautiful sight before her eyes. He laid on this stomach, his beautiful head with slightly curly hair, rested on his arms. His bare shoulders and powerful back was exposed. The blanket barely covered his lower body, and one long powerful leg was hanging over the side of the bed.
She watched as he suddenly sighed and stretched, and then he rolled over and fell out of bed. Snickering behind her hand, she came over to him, knelt and tried to help him sit up. Her heart began to pound just by touching him. "Clark, what happened?"
Lois looked her fill and tried not to drool. Closing her eyes for a moment, she remembered their lovemaking earlier in the day after she had rescued him. She had to wonder why he truly felt this way. There must be some other reason other than his worry about her Father finding out about them. She thought about it for a minute. That's it, of course. He was worried that her Father would find out his secret. He may even return to Smallville and question his Mother or the people of Smallville again. She couldn't let that happen.
"Are you Ok?" She asked when he hadn't said anything.
Clark was distracted by her nearness. His eyes had wandered over her curves. The robe had opened exposing a nearly invisible nightgown, her long and shapely legs were exposed, and her chest was falling out of her low-neck gown. Her beautiful long hair flowed like a silken waterfall falling over her shoulders and sweeping across his arms. He closed his eyes and tried to sit up. It only brought them in closer contact.
"Lois, I'm Ok really, I'm fine." He hadn't meant to sound ungrateful, but then he glanced at her and her eyes were blurry. He felt horrible then he stood up. "Lois, I'm sorry, but … I can't stay here with you." He couldn't look at her as he slipped on his robe.
Lois also stood up, closed and belted her robe then she turned from him. It hurt to look at him. "I understand, Clark, there's no need to say anymore."
Sighing, he walked over to her, took her by the shoulders and turned her to look at him. He took her hand. "Lois, I … I'm in love with you, and my staying here … it's not going to work."
She closed her eyes but didn't say anything. Lois suddenly realized that she did care for him, maybe more than she ever cared for anyone. But was she in love? She thought she had figured it out, but maybe she hadn't.
At her silence, he continued, "I'm sorry. I know we made a pact not to say the words, but … I love you. I've loved you from the moment we met."
Silence followed then he dropped her hand. "I'll leave in the morning." He left her standing in the den, eyes closed, and unable to breathe for the joy that filled her heart.
Seconds later, she opened her eyes. "Clark, Clark, wait … don't go," she whispered, but he was gone.
She ran to the door, but she didn't see him. "Clark?"
Oh, no.
~o~o~
The next morning at the Planet:
Sitting at her desk and holding her ice crystal, Lois was miserable. She'd made a terrible mistake. Clark was gone. Perry had given her the news that he was taking a few days to work on a story about a missing heiress in New York City.
"And he left without me?" Lois was upset, more upset than she realized, and it wasn't that they were partners, it was because she missed him.
"Well, you do have a story to write. I'm expecting it by close of business for the morning edition. I'm holding the cover headline and your story to run over the fold."
"You'll have it Chief," Lois said. After Clark had disappeared, she couldn't sleep, so she had sat down and written a story about 'the flying man,' but that was not what everyone would be calling him from now on. Lois had thought of a name for weeks now, and after doing a bit of research about superhero names, she had come up with one and apparently Perry liked it.
"I do like it, Lois," Perry said. "And the 'S' on his chest, that was how you came up with the name?"
"Well, no, where he came from, the 'S' stands for hope, and it suits him," she replied, thinking about him.
"Oh, I see, and why didn't you tell me about it before?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "I wasn't sure about it until now."
"What changed?" Perry asked and watched her for a minute. "Something's different. What happened in Smallville? You never said."
"Nothing happened," she replied, not wanting to talk about it or think about it either. "I need to finish my story. It's almost done."
"Excellent and I can't wait to read it."
~o~o~
Later that day, after finishing her article:
After a bit of snooping, Lois had found out where Clark was staying in New York, and called the hotel, and hoped that he was there.
"Hello, Clark," Lois said and tried to sound professional, although she wanted to rail at him for leaving without telling her goodbye.
"Lois?" Clark answered the call, surprised to hear from her.
"Yes, it's me. How's the story coming?"
"It's coming along," he replied and waited for a blow-up or something. He truly wasn't sure what she was going to say.
"I see," she murmured, then, "Clark, I'm sorry."
"Sorry about what?" He needed to hear it.
"I'm sorry you felt you couldn't stay with me because … because of the way you feel about me."
A moment, then, "I'm just sorry you don't feel the same way. It happens, but I don't blame you for any of it, and Lois, I'm sorry I ran off without saying anything. That was childish."
"I understand why you left. You were hurt." She paused. "Clark, we should talk about this. I'll be there in two hours?" She hopefully asked.
Silence for a minute. He couldn't let her go. "I'll be waiting."
~o~o~
Two hours later, in New York:
Clark was in the lobby of the hotel waiting for Lois. She walked in behind the bellman that was carrying her bag. She looked stunning as usual. Flipping her hair back over her shoulder, she walked up to the counter and checked into her hotel room.
But before she could take the key, Clark took it from the clerk and handed it back to him. "She won't need that."
Inwardly smiling, she decided to play with him with a minute. "Oh really, and why not?"
"Because I say so," Clark replied.
"Uh, huh," Lois muttered and took the key from the clerk and walked off.
"Lois, wait!" Clark followed her. "I thought maybe … you wanted to stay with me."
"Now you know how it feels Clark," she said and continued to the elevator.
Clark was slow on the uptake, but he got it. "Oh, I see." Sighing, he followed her to her hotel room. The bellman opened the door to her room then handed her the key. After the bellman had left, she gave the key to Clark.
"Lois?" He asked, confused.
"I'm just trying to make a point, that's all," she replied. After removing her coat, she walked over to the window. "You have no idea how hard this is for me."
"I think I do," he said and walked over to her.
She watched him come closer. "After you left my apartment last night, I had a lot of thinking to do."
"Go on," he whispered hoping she would confess how she truly felt.
"I know you love me Clark. I've known it since we met on the rooftop on Christmas day."
Coming closer, he said a bit shyly. "I guess I wasn't too subtle about my feelings."
"No, you weren't," she admitted. "But, in spite of that, I found myself falling for you." At his surprised and hopeful expression, she continued, "Oh I know it was quick and knowing my personality, it's not surprising I would fall for someone like you. I suppose that was one of the reasons I held myself back, but … I couldn't resist you." She paused when he took her hand. They both looked down at their joined hands, then they looked into each other's eyes.
"You were right, I don't show my feelings very well and I do tend to push people away, but your kindness, your loving heart and your hot body didn't hurt either, well, you won me over." He blushed, and Lois smiled. "Clark, what I'm trying to say is that … I love you too." She smiled through her tears.
He touched her cheek, but instead of kissing her senseless, he picked her up, surprising her, then he opened the door and headed for the stairwell.
"Clark, where are we going?" Lois was both confused and excited.
Once reaching the rooftop, he set her down and twirled into the suit. Lois gasped then surprise and delight lit up her face.
He took her hands in his, raised them to his lips and kissed them. "Do you trust me?" Clark had to know.
"With my life," she replied and couldn't help it as she looked him up and down. "Wow, you look amazing. I'll never tire of seeing you like this." Her heart pounded as she stared at him.
He then lifted her up just a bit and placed her on top of his boots. "I've wanted to do this since the day we met."
She swallowed. "Do what?"
"This," he answered then he pulled her closer and kissed her. Lois raised her arms around his shoulders and kissed him back. After a few moments, he pulled back. "Don't be afraid, I've got you."
"I'm not afraid." They were floating. She closed her eyes for a moment, afraid to look down.
He smiled at the look on her face. "Open your eyes, Lois."
She did as he asked and dared to look down. Lois gasped again. Clutching him closer, Clark shot into the sky higher and higher and then leveled off and held her close to his side.
"Clark, look!" Lois exclaimed and pointed to the beautiful skyline of New York City. Ahead of them was the Empire State Building, and out to the right was the Hudson River and in the distance was the Statue of Liberty.
"It's beautiful," Lois exclaimed enthralled by the beautiful night.
"You're beautiful," he murmured. He pulled her close again and headed higher in the sky above the clouds.
Suddenly shy, Lois ducked her head. Lois had never thought of herself as beautiful before, but she knew him, knew he would never lie to her, not because he told her that, but she felt it inside.
And when the clouds touched her face and shoulders, Lois sighed at the wonder of it, having never felt clouds before. "Oh, Clark, I'll never forget this night."
"I won't either," he said and pulled her closer. Lois put her arms around his shoulders.
"I believe it now, Clark," Lois said and smiled at him.
"What do you believe?" He asked and smiled. Smoothing hair away from her face, he kissed her neck and her ear.
Lois closed her eyes, leaned her head back, enjoying his hands and lips on her neck.
But before she could answer him, Clark kissed her over and over again. Pulling him closer and running her hands through his hair, she kissed him back.
"I can't think," she whispered after he had stopped kissing her. Laying her head on his shoulder, she continued, "What was I saying?"
Chuckling, he replied, "Well, you were going to tell me what you believe."
"Oh, that, well," she said and leaned back so she could look him in the eye. "I believe that true love has no boundaries or timelines or walls." She touched his chest above his heart. "We love each other and right at this moment, I have no doubts about you or about me."
"I'm so glad," he whispered. Foreheads touching, they drifted down through the clouds and hovered above the fifty-story hotel and landed with Lois on his boots.
"Are you Ok?" Clark asked as he steadied her.
"I'm a bit dizzy," Lois whispered as touched her forehead.
"Here,' he said and picked her up and carried her inside.
"I could definitely get use to this," she whispered and kissed his cheek.
Once inside Lois' hotel room, he set her down. "Ummm, Lois, should I get my luggage and come back here?"
Lois began to unbutton her blouse. "Oh, so now you're asking permission to sleep with me?" She shook her head at him. "You slay me Kent." When he just stood there, Lois rolled her eyes then glanced at her watch. "You have exactly five seconds to get back here or …"
No sooner had she blinked several times, then Clark was standing before her in nothing but his boxers, and his luggage was in corner and his clothes were sitting on the bed.
Lois blinked again, and the clothes were put away. She glanced down at her blouse, and there were still two buttons to be undone.
"I'll take care of those," Clark whispered and unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, and pulled it off her shoulders. He unzipped her skirt and that fell to the floor.
Standing there in nothing but her bra and underwear, Lois smiled and licked her lips. "You are fast, Mr. Kent, but we can slow things down now." Smiling, she reached out with both hands and touched his chest. "So warm," she whispered and kissed his chest just above his heart. His boxers were removed slowly. She slid them down his long, muscular legs, thick calves and large feet.
He pulled her up, turned her around and helped her with her bra then his mind forgot everything but touching her and loving her. "God, you're beautiful, and I love you so much."
"I know you do," she whispered then leaned back against his warm body. Lois closed her eyes as his lips moved over her shoulders and down her back. Her panties were removed slowly. Once she stepped out of them, Clark rubbed his hands all over her thighs, up to her waist, her breasts, and then back down to her buttocks and then he kissed her there running his tongue between her warm thighs. "Oh, Clark," Lois murmured and forgot how to breathe.
Clark couldn't remember a time when they were so into each other like this. He suddenly turned her around and then his mouth was on hers filled with the passion he always felt when he was near her. Soon they were on the enormous bed kissing and caressing not being able to get close enough.
He closed his eyes as he kissed her over and over. The fever was back, raw, earthy and sweet. Lois was returning his kisses, falling against him, melting against him. Her fingers were everywhere, in his hair, trailing over his arms, down his back and then she touched that part of him that had her melting inside just to feel how ready he was. He nearly lost it.
Lois had found her knack for driving him crazy, her lips finding his throat, his wide chest with his sprinkle of hair, and then her body was flush with his, her breasts pressed against his heat, her lips everywhere they could reach.
Clark sensed that this time was different and he knew why. Their feelings were out in the open and it felt right, so right to be with her like this. Then there was only the urgency of fulfillment and the climax that rocked both their souls.
Finally spent he lowered his weight to rest gently on top of her, pressing tender kisses to her lips, her cheeks and her eyelids. As their breathing returned to normal, they lay together, Lois's head on his chest and their legs entwined.
Lois had always been in awe of their lovemaking, but she couldn't find the words to describe what had just happened. Lois sighed against his chest and then, "Wow, that was incredible," she whispered and kissed his cheek, his throat and then down his chest.
"Yes it was," he agreed, but he needed a minute. He pulled her up and kissed her hard. Lois kissed him back. And then, he said it again. "I love you, Lois."
Eyes watering, she whispered back. "I love you too, Clark … always."
TBC!?
~o~o~
Song Inspiration: Gravity, Sara Bareilles.
A/N: Wow, I love my OTP so much. *sniffs* I truly hope my Muse speaks to me after the movie comes out, although this story truly did surprise me at how much I wanted to write it. Please leave a comment for this chapter. I would greatly appreciate it. Reviews are love. Thank you all for reading.
Author: Babette babettew54
Canon: Superman (MOS)
Pairings; Characters: Clark/Lois, Martha Kent, Sam Lane
Rating: M
Word Count: 3,500
Summary: Lois couldn’t decide whether to ask him out or bombard him with questions hopefully to secure the ‘Story of the Century.’
Spoilers: None. It’s just speculation about hand touching in the trailer and what it could mean for Clois.
Disclaimer: DC Comics/Warner Bros. Entertainment owns these characters. This is strictly for my own amusement.
Author's Notes: Three months from today… June 14, 2013, MOS will be in theaters! I cannot wait, as evidenced by this story!! *giggles* Just like everyone else, I have such high hopes for this movie and for Clois! In this next chapter, Clark isn’t willing to accept Lois’s offer, but for the life of her, Lois couldn’t understand why, and later their true destiny is revealed. There is angst but not too much! I hope you like it. Please read and review. Thank you! :D
Previously:
( Chapter 1)( Chapter 2)( Chapter 3) ( Chapter 4)
x-posted: (FFN); (A03)
Chapter 5: Gravity
The next morning, Lois' apartment:
After tossing and turning for over an hour, Lois couldn't sleep. Her conversation earlier in the evening with her 'guest' had kept her up half the night. She hoped that Clark had changed his mind about sleeping together. For some strange reason, he felt that as long as they were sharing the same living space, but not actually 'living together' that they should keep their relationship platonic. Lois was not amused. She thought he was trying to be funny to make light of their awkward living arrangement.
Earlier that evening:
They had argued about it after he had returned from a rescue and had brought over his luggage, which consisted of a huge suitcase with many travel stickers from around the world with C.K. initials next to the handle. She had to smile at her Nerdy 'guest.'
"I'm dead serious," he had said as he began to unpack a few things. The sleep sofa in the den was a full size mattress, but it was too small for him. Lois had a king size bed. Sighing, he turned to her, but at her confused and a bit outraged expression, he tried to explain. "Now that your Father is suspicious of you and the flying man, the less I see of him the better. I got the feeling he picked up on your … Ummm … affectionate display in the warehouse."
Lois wasn't worried. "Clark, I've lived in this apartment for over a year, and he never comes to visit. I've asked him of course, but he never accepts my invitation. His military career is far more valuable to him than my sister Lucy or me.
Clark frowned. "Lois, I … I'm sorry."
She shrugged. "Don't worry about it."
But Clark wasn't convinced they should sleep together. So he pulled out the sofa bed, added sheets, blanket and a pillow and tried to get comfortable.
Lois crossed her arms, and stared at him. Shaking her head, she murmured, "And I thought my Father had a hard head. Good night, Smallville."
He pounded the pillow and pulled the covers up to his chin. "Good night, Lois."
~o~o~
Later that same night:
Rubbing her tired eyes, and after slipping on a robe, she decided to check up on him. She peeped out from her bedroom door, and wondered if he were still asleep. He was a quiet sleeper, no snoring or late night trips to the bathroom. His door was slightly ajar, so she leaned in and tried not to gasp at the beautiful sight before her eyes. He laid on this stomach, his beautiful head with slightly curly hair, rested on his arms. His bare shoulders and powerful back was exposed. The blanket barely covered his lower body, and one long powerful leg was hanging over the side of the bed.
She watched as he suddenly sighed and stretched, and then he rolled over and fell out of bed. Snickering behind her hand, she came over to him, knelt and tried to help him sit up. Her heart began to pound just by touching him. "Clark, what happened?"
Lois looked her fill and tried not to drool. Closing her eyes for a moment, she remembered their lovemaking earlier in the day after she had rescued him. She had to wonder why he truly felt this way. There must be some other reason other than his worry about her Father finding out about them. She thought about it for a minute. That's it, of course. He was worried that her Father would find out his secret. He may even return to Smallville and question his Mother or the people of Smallville again. She couldn't let that happen.
"Are you Ok?" She asked when he hadn't said anything.
Clark was distracted by her nearness. His eyes had wandered over her curves. The robe had opened exposing a nearly invisible nightgown, her long and shapely legs were exposed, and her chest was falling out of her low-neck gown. Her beautiful long hair flowed like a silken waterfall falling over her shoulders and sweeping across his arms. He closed his eyes and tried to sit up. It only brought them in closer contact.
"Lois, I'm Ok really, I'm fine." He hadn't meant to sound ungrateful, but then he glanced at her and her eyes were blurry. He felt horrible then he stood up. "Lois, I'm sorry, but … I can't stay here with you." He couldn't look at her as he slipped on his robe.
Lois also stood up, closed and belted her robe then she turned from him. It hurt to look at him. "I understand, Clark, there's no need to say anymore."
Sighing, he walked over to her, took her by the shoulders and turned her to look at him. He took her hand. "Lois, I … I'm in love with you, and my staying here … it's not going to work."
She closed her eyes but didn't say anything. Lois suddenly realized that she did care for him, maybe more than she ever cared for anyone. But was she in love? She thought she had figured it out, but maybe she hadn't.
At her silence, he continued, "I'm sorry. I know we made a pact not to say the words, but … I love you. I've loved you from the moment we met."
Silence followed then he dropped her hand. "I'll leave in the morning." He left her standing in the den, eyes closed, and unable to breathe for the joy that filled her heart.
Seconds later, she opened her eyes. "Clark, Clark, wait … don't go," she whispered, but he was gone.
She ran to the door, but she didn't see him. "Clark?"
Oh, no.
~o~o~
The next morning at the Planet:
Sitting at her desk and holding her ice crystal, Lois was miserable. She'd made a terrible mistake. Clark was gone. Perry had given her the news that he was taking a few days to work on a story about a missing heiress in New York City.
"And he left without me?" Lois was upset, more upset than she realized, and it wasn't that they were partners, it was because she missed him.
"Well, you do have a story to write. I'm expecting it by close of business for the morning edition. I'm holding the cover headline and your story to run over the fold."
"You'll have it Chief," Lois said. After Clark had disappeared, she couldn't sleep, so she had sat down and written a story about 'the flying man,' but that was not what everyone would be calling him from now on. Lois had thought of a name for weeks now, and after doing a bit of research about superhero names, she had come up with one and apparently Perry liked it.
"I do like it, Lois," Perry said. "And the 'S' on his chest, that was how you came up with the name?"
"Well, no, where he came from, the 'S' stands for hope, and it suits him," she replied, thinking about him.
"Oh, I see, and why didn't you tell me about it before?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "I wasn't sure about it until now."
"What changed?" Perry asked and watched her for a minute. "Something's different. What happened in Smallville? You never said."
"Nothing happened," she replied, not wanting to talk about it or think about it either. "I need to finish my story. It's almost done."
"Excellent and I can't wait to read it."
~o~o~
Later that day, after finishing her article:
After a bit of snooping, Lois had found out where Clark was staying in New York, and called the hotel, and hoped that he was there.
"Hello, Clark," Lois said and tried to sound professional, although she wanted to rail at him for leaving without telling her goodbye.
"Lois?" Clark answered the call, surprised to hear from her.
"Yes, it's me. How's the story coming?"
"It's coming along," he replied and waited for a blow-up or something. He truly wasn't sure what she was going to say.
"I see," she murmured, then, "Clark, I'm sorry."
"Sorry about what?" He needed to hear it.
"I'm sorry you felt you couldn't stay with me because … because of the way you feel about me."
A moment, then, "I'm just sorry you don't feel the same way. It happens, but I don't blame you for any of it, and Lois, I'm sorry I ran off without saying anything. That was childish."
"I understand why you left. You were hurt." She paused. "Clark, we should talk about this. I'll be there in two hours?" She hopefully asked.
Silence for a minute. He couldn't let her go. "I'll be waiting."
~o~o~
Two hours later, in New York:
Clark was in the lobby of the hotel waiting for Lois. She walked in behind the bellman that was carrying her bag. She looked stunning as usual. Flipping her hair back over her shoulder, she walked up to the counter and checked into her hotel room.
But before she could take the key, Clark took it from the clerk and handed it back to him. "She won't need that."
Inwardly smiling, she decided to play with him with a minute. "Oh really, and why not?"
"Because I say so," Clark replied.
"Uh, huh," Lois muttered and took the key from the clerk and walked off.
"Lois, wait!" Clark followed her. "I thought maybe … you wanted to stay with me."
"Now you know how it feels Clark," she said and continued to the elevator.
Clark was slow on the uptake, but he got it. "Oh, I see." Sighing, he followed her to her hotel room. The bellman opened the door to her room then handed her the key. After the bellman had left, she gave the key to Clark.
"Lois?" He asked, confused.
"I'm just trying to make a point, that's all," she replied. After removing her coat, she walked over to the window. "You have no idea how hard this is for me."
"I think I do," he said and walked over to her.
She watched him come closer. "After you left my apartment last night, I had a lot of thinking to do."
"Go on," he whispered hoping she would confess how she truly felt.
"I know you love me Clark. I've known it since we met on the rooftop on Christmas day."
Coming closer, he said a bit shyly. "I guess I wasn't too subtle about my feelings."
"No, you weren't," she admitted. "But, in spite of that, I found myself falling for you." At his surprised and hopeful expression, she continued, "Oh I know it was quick and knowing my personality, it's not surprising I would fall for someone like you. I suppose that was one of the reasons I held myself back, but … I couldn't resist you." She paused when he took her hand. They both looked down at their joined hands, then they looked into each other's eyes.
"You were right, I don't show my feelings very well and I do tend to push people away, but your kindness, your loving heart and your hot body didn't hurt either, well, you won me over." He blushed, and Lois smiled. "Clark, what I'm trying to say is that … I love you too." She smiled through her tears.
He touched her cheek, but instead of kissing her senseless, he picked her up, surprising her, then he opened the door and headed for the stairwell.
"Clark, where are we going?" Lois was both confused and excited.
Once reaching the rooftop, he set her down and twirled into the suit. Lois gasped then surprise and delight lit up her face.
He took her hands in his, raised them to his lips and kissed them. "Do you trust me?" Clark had to know.
"With my life," she replied and couldn't help it as she looked him up and down. "Wow, you look amazing. I'll never tire of seeing you like this." Her heart pounded as she stared at him.
He then lifted her up just a bit and placed her on top of his boots. "I've wanted to do this since the day we met."
She swallowed. "Do what?"
"This," he answered then he pulled her closer and kissed her. Lois raised her arms around his shoulders and kissed him back. After a few moments, he pulled back. "Don't be afraid, I've got you."
"I'm not afraid." They were floating. She closed her eyes for a moment, afraid to look down.
He smiled at the look on her face. "Open your eyes, Lois."
She did as he asked and dared to look down. Lois gasped again. Clutching him closer, Clark shot into the sky higher and higher and then leveled off and held her close to his side.
"Clark, look!" Lois exclaimed and pointed to the beautiful skyline of New York City. Ahead of them was the Empire State Building, and out to the right was the Hudson River and in the distance was the Statue of Liberty.
"It's beautiful," Lois exclaimed enthralled by the beautiful night.
"You're beautiful," he murmured. He pulled her close again and headed higher in the sky above the clouds.
Suddenly shy, Lois ducked her head. Lois had never thought of herself as beautiful before, but she knew him, knew he would never lie to her, not because he told her that, but she felt it inside.
And when the clouds touched her face and shoulders, Lois sighed at the wonder of it, having never felt clouds before. "Oh, Clark, I'll never forget this night."
"I won't either," he said and pulled her closer. Lois put her arms around his shoulders.
"I believe it now, Clark," Lois said and smiled at him.
"What do you believe?" He asked and smiled. Smoothing hair away from her face, he kissed her neck and her ear.
Lois closed her eyes, leaned her head back, enjoying his hands and lips on her neck.
But before she could answer him, Clark kissed her over and over again. Pulling him closer and running her hands through his hair, she kissed him back.
"I can't think," she whispered after he had stopped kissing her. Laying her head on his shoulder, she continued, "What was I saying?"
Chuckling, he replied, "Well, you were going to tell me what you believe."
"Oh, that, well," she said and leaned back so she could look him in the eye. "I believe that true love has no boundaries or timelines or walls." She touched his chest above his heart. "We love each other and right at this moment, I have no doubts about you or about me."
"I'm so glad," he whispered. Foreheads touching, they drifted down through the clouds and hovered above the fifty-story hotel and landed with Lois on his boots.
"Are you Ok?" Clark asked as he steadied her.
"I'm a bit dizzy," Lois whispered as touched her forehead.
"Here,' he said and picked her up and carried her inside.
"I could definitely get use to this," she whispered and kissed his cheek.
Once inside Lois' hotel room, he set her down. "Ummm, Lois, should I get my luggage and come back here?"
Lois began to unbutton her blouse. "Oh, so now you're asking permission to sleep with me?" She shook her head at him. "You slay me Kent." When he just stood there, Lois rolled her eyes then glanced at her watch. "You have exactly five seconds to get back here or …"
No sooner had she blinked several times, then Clark was standing before her in nothing but his boxers, and his luggage was in corner and his clothes were sitting on the bed.
Lois blinked again, and the clothes were put away. She glanced down at her blouse, and there were still two buttons to be undone.
"I'll take care of those," Clark whispered and unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, and pulled it off her shoulders. He unzipped her skirt and that fell to the floor.
Standing there in nothing but her bra and underwear, Lois smiled and licked her lips. "You are fast, Mr. Kent, but we can slow things down now." Smiling, she reached out with both hands and touched his chest. "So warm," she whispered and kissed his chest just above his heart. His boxers were removed slowly. She slid them down his long, muscular legs, thick calves and large feet.
He pulled her up, turned her around and helped her with her bra then his mind forgot everything but touching her and loving her. "God, you're beautiful, and I love you so much."
"I know you do," she whispered then leaned back against his warm body. Lois closed her eyes as his lips moved over her shoulders and down her back. Her panties were removed slowly. Once she stepped out of them, Clark rubbed his hands all over her thighs, up to her waist, her breasts, and then back down to her buttocks and then he kissed her there running his tongue between her warm thighs. "Oh, Clark," Lois murmured and forgot how to breathe.
Clark couldn't remember a time when they were so into each other like this. He suddenly turned her around and then his mouth was on hers filled with the passion he always felt when he was near her. Soon they were on the enormous bed kissing and caressing not being able to get close enough.
He closed his eyes as he kissed her over and over. The fever was back, raw, earthy and sweet. Lois was returning his kisses, falling against him, melting against him. Her fingers were everywhere, in his hair, trailing over his arms, down his back and then she touched that part of him that had her melting inside just to feel how ready he was. He nearly lost it.
Lois had found her knack for driving him crazy, her lips finding his throat, his wide chest with his sprinkle of hair, and then her body was flush with his, her breasts pressed against his heat, her lips everywhere they could reach.
Clark sensed that this time was different and he knew why. Their feelings were out in the open and it felt right, so right to be with her like this. Then there was only the urgency of fulfillment and the climax that rocked both their souls.
Finally spent he lowered his weight to rest gently on top of her, pressing tender kisses to her lips, her cheeks and her eyelids. As their breathing returned to normal, they lay together, Lois's head on his chest and their legs entwined.
Lois had always been in awe of their lovemaking, but she couldn't find the words to describe what had just happened. Lois sighed against his chest and then, "Wow, that was incredible," she whispered and kissed his cheek, his throat and then down his chest.
"Yes it was," he agreed, but he needed a minute. He pulled her up and kissed her hard. Lois kissed him back. And then, he said it again. "I love you, Lois."
Eyes watering, she whispered back. "I love you too, Clark … always."
TBC!?
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Song Inspiration: Gravity, Sara Bareilles.
A/N: Wow, I love my OTP so much. *sniffs* I truly hope my Muse speaks to me after the movie comes out, although this story truly did surprise me at how much I wanted to write it. Please leave a comment for this chapter. I would greatly appreciate it. Reviews are love. Thank you all for reading.