Request Fic: Kiss | DCU/Smallville | Clark/Lois | PG | 1/1
Title: Kiss
Fandom: DCU/Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lois
Rating: PG
Word Count: 933
Prompt: For svgurl - Clark/Lois, First kiss (in the SV universe)
Summary: Lois remembers a lot more than Clark realizes.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: The first of the request ficlets for my 1 year LJ anniversary! This really wasn't supposed to run so long, but I'm happy with it.... though, it could have gone longer. :p Anyway, it's long enough to get its own post, so here we are. (oh, and copy/paste sucks, but it works)
Kiss
It was just another stake out, no different from the other dozen or so times Lois and Clark had been assigned to a story and found it necessary to conduct close surveillance in the year and a half since they were paired together at the Planet. Set up in a hotel across from a CEO's office, the pair had all the required equipment and other necessities: binoculars, laptops, cameras, pizza, sodas, and plenty of coffee. No surprise they had gotten so comfortable, then, chatting as usual and kicking off their shoes, Lois at the table, peering out the window with the binoculars and Clark stretched out on the bed with both the laptops open, receiving the feeds from two video cameras and three bugs.
“You think he's ever gonna show?” Lois mused from her spot, her stocking feet propped up on the chair opposite her.
“I hope so. I don't want to have spent ten hours here for nothing.” Clark was managing his multi-tasking pretty well, half-engaged in the conversation with his partner, but there was no denying that he could be more useful elsewhere, even with his fellow Leaguers picking up the slack.
A chuckle. “I hear ya'. I've got way better things to do than sit around here all day.”
“Oh?”
“You know, reports to write, Pulitzers to win, recovered memories to reconcile, covers to blow. The usual.”
“Um, what?” She couldn't mean Ollie... that was all water under the bridge now... wasn't it? Feigning calm, he tried to pay attention to the camera feed on one of the laptops.
“I finally remembered everything that happened when we got exposed to that red meteor rock.”
“Wha - huh?” Every train of thought in Clark's head derailed at once, and he blinked rapidly for a moment, head snapping up to find Lois looking nonchalantly through the binoculars. He couldn't even process the statement, having not thought about the incident at all, really, in the three years since it happened.
She didn't bother to turn around, instead refocusing and moving the binoculars up a bit to check out another office. “Around the time of Lex and Lana's wedding, remember? That lipstick that made us both nutso?”
“Uh... yeah...” he finally managed. “I remember.” He felt his cheeks reddening as he flashed back to the things they'd done, the things he had done.
“Good. Then you won't be surprised that I know you can fly.” Still, she didn't turn around.
Clark's throat threatened to close up on him. He'd only started wearing the red and blue a few months ago, and so many people knew about him already... He wasn't sure he could handle Lois being on the inside of this. Chloe had been bossy, practically directing his rescues and organizing his priorities, but Lois... he had no doubt that he'd be wrapped around her little finger in no time. “Um...” was all he could get out in response.
With a heavy sigh, Lois finally set down the binoculars and turned in her chair. “That's really all you can say?” she rose an eyebrow at him, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Um...”
“Oh, for the love of God, Smallville,” she rolled her eyes, and rose from the chair to move to the bed and sit facing him. “Aren't you even going to ask me how I put it all together?”
“Um...” Clark felt like a deer caught in headlights. He had no idea what to do.
“Clark, snap out of it, already!” she chided him, leaning over and grabbing his face with her hands. “It was your big debut, okay? Seeing you fly...” She shook her head, smiling lightly. “How the hell could I not remember flying with you? Even not realizing that it was you right away...” she trailed off, shaking her head again.
“So... you remember... everything?” he finally said, ignoring the hammering in his chest as he hoped she didn't...
“Everything.”
“Even-”
She cut him off with another heavy sigh. “Yes. All of it. I remember all of it. And I know that most of it wasn't really you, though some of it was. I know you wouldn't have tried to sleep with me if you didn't really want to.”
Clark pulled out of her grasp and turned away, feeling guilt and embarrassment all the way to his toes. “That... was three years ago, Lois.” He swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Why bring it up now?”
“Because it took me a while to put everything together,” she admitted, smirking. “I really must not have been the brightest crayon in the box to have not seen it all.”
Chuckling painfully, he returned a tight smile, looking back up at her. “So... what else should I feel guilty about for not telling you?”
“Well, let's start with you and Ollie conspiring against me to keep his secret safe.”
Clark paled at the memory, and-
“Would you stop gaping, Smallville? Forget feeling guilty - prove to me you still know how to kiss like that.” Grabbing his shirt with one hand, she pulled him close, and snatched off his glasses with the other.
With a hitched breath, Clark met her lips with his own, hoping he did remember how to kiss like that. At first it was soft and hesitant, but when she didn't pull away, he deepened the kiss, every memory of those other kisses flying out the window as his heart thrummed in his chest and adrenaline shot through him in an electric surge. As far as first kisses go, this one - the real one - was pretty awesome.
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Fandom: DCU/Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lois
Rating: PG
Word Count: 933
Prompt: For svgurl - Clark/Lois, First kiss (in the SV universe)
Summary: Lois remembers a lot more than Clark realizes.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: The first of the request ficlets for my 1 year LJ anniversary! This really wasn't supposed to run so long, but I'm happy with it.... though, it could have gone longer. :p Anyway, it's long enough to get its own post, so here we are. (oh, and copy/paste sucks, but it works)
Kiss
It was just another stake out, no different from the other dozen or so times Lois and Clark had been assigned to a story and found it necessary to conduct close surveillance in the year and a half since they were paired together at the Planet. Set up in a hotel across from a CEO's office, the pair had all the required equipment and other necessities: binoculars, laptops, cameras, pizza, sodas, and plenty of coffee. No surprise they had gotten so comfortable, then, chatting as usual and kicking off their shoes, Lois at the table, peering out the window with the binoculars and Clark stretched out on the bed with both the laptops open, receiving the feeds from two video cameras and three bugs.
“You think he's ever gonna show?” Lois mused from her spot, her stocking feet propped up on the chair opposite her.
“I hope so. I don't want to have spent ten hours here for nothing.” Clark was managing his multi-tasking pretty well, half-engaged in the conversation with his partner, but there was no denying that he could be more useful elsewhere, even with his fellow Leaguers picking up the slack.
A chuckle. “I hear ya'. I've got way better things to do than sit around here all day.”
“Oh?”
“You know, reports to write, Pulitzers to win, recovered memories to reconcile, covers to blow. The usual.”
“Um, what?” She couldn't mean Ollie... that was all water under the bridge now... wasn't it? Feigning calm, he tried to pay attention to the camera feed on one of the laptops.
“I finally remembered everything that happened when we got exposed to that red meteor rock.”
“Wha - huh?” Every train of thought in Clark's head derailed at once, and he blinked rapidly for a moment, head snapping up to find Lois looking nonchalantly through the binoculars. He couldn't even process the statement, having not thought about the incident at all, really, in the three years since it happened.
She didn't bother to turn around, instead refocusing and moving the binoculars up a bit to check out another office. “Around the time of Lex and Lana's wedding, remember? That lipstick that made us both nutso?”
“Uh... yeah...” he finally managed. “I remember.” He felt his cheeks reddening as he flashed back to the things they'd done, the things he had done.
“Good. Then you won't be surprised that I know you can fly.” Still, she didn't turn around.
Clark's throat threatened to close up on him. He'd only started wearing the red and blue a few months ago, and so many people knew about him already... He wasn't sure he could handle Lois being on the inside of this. Chloe had been bossy, practically directing his rescues and organizing his priorities, but Lois... he had no doubt that he'd be wrapped around her little finger in no time. “Um...” was all he could get out in response.
With a heavy sigh, Lois finally set down the binoculars and turned in her chair. “That's really all you can say?” she rose an eyebrow at him, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Um...”
“Oh, for the love of God, Smallville,” she rolled her eyes, and rose from the chair to move to the bed and sit facing him. “Aren't you even going to ask me how I put it all together?”
“Um...” Clark felt like a deer caught in headlights. He had no idea what to do.
“Clark, snap out of it, already!” she chided him, leaning over and grabbing his face with her hands. “It was your big debut, okay? Seeing you fly...” She shook her head, smiling lightly. “How the hell could I not remember flying with you? Even not realizing that it was you right away...” she trailed off, shaking her head again.
“So... you remember... everything?” he finally said, ignoring the hammering in his chest as he hoped she didn't...
“Everything.”
“Even-”
She cut him off with another heavy sigh. “Yes. All of it. I remember all of it. And I know that most of it wasn't really you, though some of it was. I know you wouldn't have tried to sleep with me if you didn't really want to.”
Clark pulled out of her grasp and turned away, feeling guilt and embarrassment all the way to his toes. “That... was three years ago, Lois.” He swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Why bring it up now?”
“Because it took me a while to put everything together,” she admitted, smirking. “I really must not have been the brightest crayon in the box to have not seen it all.”
Chuckling painfully, he returned a tight smile, looking back up at her. “So... what else should I feel guilty about for not telling you?”
“Well, let's start with you and Ollie conspiring against me to keep his secret safe.”
Clark paled at the memory, and-
“Would you stop gaping, Smallville? Forget feeling guilty - prove to me you still know how to kiss like that.” Grabbing his shirt with one hand, she pulled him close, and snatched off his glasses with the other.
With a hitched breath, Clark met her lips with his own, hoping he did remember how to kiss like that. At first it was soft and hesitant, but when she didn't pull away, he deepened the kiss, every memory of those other kisses flying out the window as his heart thrummed in his chest and adrenaline shot through him in an electric surge. As far as first kisses go, this one - the real one - was pretty awesome.
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