Honeymoon in Metropolis – Matchmaker Style
Rated PG-13
Disclaimers: The characters in this story are property of DC, December 3rd productions and Warner Bros. No Copyright infringement is intended. I have just borrowed the characters for a short time.
Lois and Clark now live in Clark's ‘old' apartment.
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As always comments are welcome. (ken.janney@kjanney.com)
Previously:
The light outside was fading into twilight as Lois and Clark played yet another game.
Clark was sitting on the sofa holding a card from a version of Trivial Pursuit based on Movies, TV, people, places and things around Metropolis in his hand. He had asked the question and Lois was considering her answer.
As Lois was thinking she paced back and forth in front of him. The fact that she was wearing that short robe had Clark thanking his lucky stars. He loved looking at her legs. On top of that, when she reached the end of her route, she spun and the robe flared out revealing that much more. Lois had a bag of chips in her hands and was munching on them as she thought.
Finally, Clark decided that he had given her enough time and said, "Time's up."
Lois was frantic. She hated not winning and challenged, "No it's not. I know the answer to this question.” She gave him a pleading look and said, “Give it to me again."
Giving in, Clark read the card again, "What was the name of Jerry Lewis' suave alter ego in the Nutty Professor?"
Lois stopped her pacing and stood facing him, staring into space as if the answer would suddenly appear on the wall as if written by the hand of God, but no such manifestation made its appearance. She was muttering, “B … B … B.”
Clark realized that she was actually on the verge of getting the answer, but not quite there when he said, with a note of satisfaction in his voice, "Buddy Love."
Forgetting about the bag of chips she still held, Lois threw her arms up and started shaking her hands, sending chips flying all over the room and she shouted, in frustration, "I knew that!"
Clark tried to placate her by saying, "You're right, Lois. You don't need to win all the time."
Realizing that she had been taking the game way too seriously, Lois put her now empty chip bag on the table and snuggled up to Clark on the sofa. In a tone of mortification, Lois said, "I don't know why I get like that. When I'm playing a game I guess I do get a little competitive."
Clark pulled back and said, in a mocking tone "A little?"
"Yeah, you're right. More than a little. Something just comes over me. That's what happened with that story that I stole from you. I just couldn't let you beat me. I did apologize for that didn't I?"
"Not in so many words, but that's okay. We were even."
Nodding in chagrin, Lois said, "Yeah. Super Godzilla. You know, that was nasty. I never would have done something like that to you."
"Want to know a secret?"
Lois perked up, sat up, looked him in the face and nodded.
"I was going to take the map back. I knew you were sorry for what you had done, but just then you found the map and it was too late."
"It's okay, Clark. I deserved it. I actually think I'm a better person for it. It took me down a peg at a time when I needed it. I was so obsessed with you, your other self, that is, that I just couldn't see straight. It actually helped me."
"No hard feelings then?"
"I could never be mad at you, especially for doing something that was needed. I'm glad I'm not that person anymore."
"So am I, Lois. So am I."
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That evening Clark and Lois were in the bedroom getting out the equipment. Clark had started setting up the video camera on its tripod. They were planning to set up in the bedroom this evening so that they had a different, possibly a better view of the office and if anyone were to come in, the equipment wouldn't be immediately visible.
Suddenly, Clark heard the outer door opening. He looked around and made a quick decision. Collapsing the tripod he threw the camera on the bed, threw the spread over the equipment and then grabbed Lois.
Taken totally by surprise, Lois suddenly found herself on her back on the bed with the very solid weight of her husband pressing her into the mattress and his mouth on hers. Lois reacted instinctively and moved to deepen the kiss emitting guttural moans as she did. Her entire focus became the kiss and the feel of her husband's body. Her arms came up around his back and she grabbed handfuls of the robe he was wearing and started squirming under him, not to escape, but just to get a better position as a prelude to a lovemaking session.
Suddenly through her lustful haze she heard a gasp and she knew it wasn't Clark's voice.
As she broke the kiss and looked past Clark she had a look of annoyance on her face when she saw the maid.
The maid said, "Towels? Yah? Oops. Sor ... ry." She was startled and flushed with embarrassment because she knew that she was interrupting something as what she saw sank in. She put the towels on a nearby chair and quickly made her exit.
When Lois heard the door close behind the maid, she grabbed the front of Clark's robe and said, "Where were we? Oh, yes, I remember," and pulling him down again attacked his lips with hers.
And Now:
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Chapter 6
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It had dawned on Lois that Clark had done that simply because of the maid and wanting to conceal what they were really doing, but her juices were flowing just the same. What had started as camouflage for the stakeout turned into a lovemaking session.
When they finished, as they were cuddling in the afterglow, Lois said, "Let that be a lesson to you. From now on, put the ‘Do Not Disturb' sign out and we won't have to worry about the maid. This is the Honeymoon Suite after all. They would expect that on the doorknob. If it's not there they probably think we are out."
Clark placed his hand gently on her cheek and turned her face so that he could reach her lips and kissed her. When he broke the kiss he said, "How right you are. I'm gonna go do that little thing right now then we can get the equipment set up." He stood and looked down at her naked body as she lay on the bed and enjoyed the unrestricted view.
She levered herself up and propped her elbows on the bed behind her so that she could get a good look also. He was equally naked and she gave him a lecherous stare as she said, "Hurry back."
He reached for and put on the robe before crossing to the door to place the sign. When he returned she reached for him as she said, "Come to mama. We've got a long way to go to reach twelve."
Clark hesitated, "Uh, Lois, much as I'd like to, we are here on the Planet's dime. We do have a surveillance to conduct."
With a petulant expression, Lois grabbed her robe and as she slipped her arms into the sleeves said, "Spoil sport." As she tied the belt, she released a sigh before continuing, "Yeah, I guess you're right. Work before pleasure. Let's get this stuff set up." Lois moved to the dresser, pulled out her clothes so that she could finally get dressed for the day. They had spent the entire day, in and out of the robes.
It was good that they decided to set the equipment up when they did because as they finished doing that, the third, as yet unidentified, member of the trio entered the office and proved that he wasn't ‘just' muscle because he started putting files away. There was no evidence of Roarke or Harrington, but they let the tape roll, just in case they showed up.
They settled down on the sofa in the sitting room to watch and Lois was snuggled up in Clark's arms when she had a thought. She asked, "Clark, do you mind if I ask you a … personal question?"
"You know you can ask me anything, Lois. We don't have any secrets now."
"Okay, I know that you had never had … relations with anyone before me, but have you ever lived with anyone? I mean, full time, like in a relationship, with a member of the opposite sex." Thinking back to their time in Smallville, Lois added, "You know, like … Rachel? You know, like lived together to share expenses, that kind of thing."
Clark took her question seriously and he addressed it as such when he said, "No. Not full time, actually, not at any time. There have been the occasional sleepovers by my partner when we’ve worked late into the night. Not until now, with you, but then we do more than just share expenses."
Lois nodded her acknowledgement and said, "Me neither. Not full time. The sleepovers were fun. I had no idea it would be this good."
Clark smiled as he said, "I don't think it would be this good if we weren't married."
She craned around and kissed his lips before she said, "I think you are right. This is just … super."
Clark replied, "I have to admit, it was a little scary … at first."
Lois replied, "Compromises. I've never been good at compromises … until now."
Clark offered, "Forced intimacy. I had always been afraid of intimacy because it meant that I would have to reveal my secret. Now …"
Lois added, "Shared responsibilities. Actually, I think I made out in this deal. I mean, you do all of the cooking and cleaning." She lifted her hands and looked closely at them noting the smooth texture of her skin and added with a pleased sigh, "I'll never have dishpan hands." She added as an afterthought, “You know, Luthor complimented my hands.”
“There we go with Luthor again. This time you brought him up.”
Looking apologetic, Lois said, “Sorry.”
His curiosity getting the better of him, he asked, “What did Luthor say?”
“I’m not sure if I can remember exactly what he said, but it was something like, ‘They're so graceful. So delicate. Like fine porcelain.’ I should have known right then that he was under the influence of Miranda’s Witches’ brew. It was actually kinda creepy.”
“You mean that it wouldn’t have been flattering?”
“Flattering? Perhaps, but not from the one person I want to flatter me.”
Smiling at her response, Clark added, "I’ll flatter you all you want. You know, along with shared responsibilities, it also means never being alone again."
Lois agreed, "Never alone. Clark, promise me something."
"What, Lois?"
"Promise me that you'll never leave me alone again. Now that we're together, I … I couldn't bear to be without you again. I don't want to be alone any more. I was alone for … for so … so many years. I feel like I was lost during all that time and now … now you've found me and I don't want to be lost again. Promise me."
Clark leaned down and tenderly kissed her and then said, "I promise, Lois. I promise I will never leave you."
Just as he finished speaking the speaker on the surveillance equipment came to life. The noise of an elevator bell sounded alerting them to the arrival of more people. Clark looked through the wall using his x-ray vision.
Lois asked, "What is it?"
"I think we may have something," and got up off the couch to check the equipment to make sure it was recording.
Lois joined him and grabbed her binoculars.
Roarke's henchman also had heard the elevator chime. While Lois and Clark watched, he closed and locked the file cabinet that he had been filing papers in. The jacket he had been wearing was hanging on a coat rack just inside the door and he placed the key to the file cabinet in the pocket.
Seconds later, Roarke and Harrington walked in and joined the other in the inner office.
Indicating the sound equipment, Lois said, "Turn up the sound, Clark."
Clark complied and in response they heard Roarke speaking, "… no possible way the test will be postponed?"
As he shook his head, Harrington's reply was terse, "Weather's clear. Naval monitoring ships are en route. Dawn, day after tomorrow. It's set."
Roarke was almost gleeful as he said, "Good. And after the test fails, we'll get
my system approved and installed. How soon before you can vote again?"
Harrington was showing doubts as he replied, "There'll be delays, of course. Analysis of test results, modification proposals ..."
Roarke cut him off abruptly, "No, no, no, no, no."
Harrington almost had a pleading tone in his voice as he tried to placate Roarke, "We have to go through the process, Thaddeus."
Roarke stated flatly, "After what happens at that test, no one will be interested in 'modification proposals'."
Harrington was starting to see that there could be more to this than just a simple failure of a test and he was becoming worried. The apprehension came out in his voice as he asked, "What exactly
will happen?"
With a sneer, Roarke says, "Why don't I show you? We had a video made from our computer model." We finally learned the henchman's name as Roarke ordered, "Bart, get the lights and pull the shades. I want the congressman to see this without any glare on the screen."
In response to the order, Bart hit the switch which doused the lights and then moved over to close the shutters. When he did Lois and Clark's view was blocked.
Lois let out a frustrated, "Hrumph. Clark, use your x-ray vision. We have to see this show."
Frustrated, he replied, "I've been trying. No good. Those shutters must be made of or painted with lead paint."
The video that Roarke was showing Harrington must not have had a sound track because all was silence from the office for a time.
Lois muttered, "This is torture."
After several minutes they saw Bart opening the shutters and they again could see into the office. They could see that Harrington was pale and they heard him say, "Roarke, you can't … millions of people!"
Roarke replied, "In for a penny, in for a pound," and he escorted Harrington out.
As they watched Bart also departed; however, Lois noted that he left his coat on the coat rack when he did.
Seeing Bart's jacket hanging there was a temptation for Lois and one that she was having a hard time avoiding.
Just then the computer beeped indicating that its FAX function had been activated. A few seconds later the printer activated and started printing out a report.
Clark moved over and started to read it. He said, "It's from Jimmy. Voting records of the House Defense Committee."
Lois had been staring at the jacket and the desire to look in that file was becoming more than she could stand. She saw that Clark was distracted by the FAX and made up her mind.
While his back was turned, she grabbed a hand held scanner and slipped it into her bag then said, "Clark, I'm going down to the lobby for a few minutes. I … need something from the drug store. You need anything?"
Absorbed in what was being printed, Clark replied, absently, "Okay. No, nothing for me. See you in a few."
"Okay, I'll see you in a few."
Clark was still looking at the printout as Lois exited.
The printout had finally finished and Clark was going over it when the phone rang.
Picking it up, Clark answered, "Hello?"
Clark immediately recognized the voices on the other end. Martha asked, "Clark Kent, what are you still doing in the honeymoon suite of the Lexor Hotel?"
Jonathan said, "We thought you had already had your honeymoon."
Clark looked at the time and said, "I thought you guys would already be in bed. Why are you calling?"
"We are in bed. We just thought we'd check and see how you and Lois are making out. You've been married a few weeks and we were hoping that you hadn't had any spats. Is everything okay?"
"Everything's okay, Mom. We haven't had a single argument."
Jonathan said, "You didn't tell us why you're in the Honeymoon Suite … again."
"Oh, that. We're undercover."
Martha laughed and said, "We know that's what the Honeymoon Suite is for! Plenty of time under the covers." She nudged Jonathan to let him know that her mistaking what he said was deliberate.
Clark rolled his eyes and said, "Ha ha ha. Very funny. We are on an undercover assignment for the paper."
Martha persisted, "Are you trying to tell me that you and Lois aren't spending any time under the covers? Come on. We know how the two of you were when you were here. You couldn't keep your hands off each other. When you came in from the barn … the hay in Lois' hair … that was a dead giveaway."
Clark could hear Martha's joyous laughter spilling from the receiver. Martha and Jonathan couldn't see it, but Clark was beet red. Martha really knew how to push his buttons. "How did you find out we were here at the Lexor?"
Jonathan answered, "Perry White gave us the number."
Martha asked, "Honey, is Lois there? Thanksgiving is coming up and I want to talk to her about it."
"Sure, hold on." Clark looked around and then remembered, "Oh, that's right. She went downstairs a little bit ago."
Just then the sound equipment picked up the chime of the arriving elevator. Clark said, "Hold on a minute."
Martha said, "Okay."
Clark looked across the way just in time to see Lois enter the office. He blurted out, "Oh, no. Mom, we'll have to call you back. I think Lois is getting herself into some trouble."
Martha answered with a single word, "Go!"
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