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Clark nodded solemnly as he listened to Lois launch into
full babble mode.

"And, you know, just because I can't stop thinking about
you doesn't mean that it would be a good idea to get
together ... with us working together and all--"

Completely unable to fight the urge to hold her any longer,
Clark tentatively wrapped his arms around her waist, and he
felt his heart skip a beat when Lois automatically raised
her arms to circle his neck.

"Plus the fact that I was supposed to get married to
someone else two weeks ago, and I don't want people to
think that you're just a rebound guy, even though I said
'no' at the altar -- not that anyone but me heard it, but I
*did* -- because I realized that if I was thinking of *you*
the entire time I was walking up the aisle instead of Lex -
- not even Superman, who I *thought* I was in love with,
but *you*! -- that I was most definitely with the wrong
person--"

Clark couldn't help but gasp in surprise, cutting her off
in mid-stream. "You were thinking of *me* instead of
Superman?"

"Yeah," Lois admitted with a sigh. Then she added ruefully,
"It was kind of my first clue that I was pursuing the wrong
guy."

"Wow," Clark whispered, staring into her eyes. "Lois,
that's ... that's ... wow."

Lois blushed at the sincerity in his voice. "So ... what
happens now?" she asked in a little voice.

"Now ... I think we go somewhere we can really talk."

"Oh," she whispered in surprise, her gaze flickering to his
lips before moving back to his eyes. "I thought maybe now
you would kiss me."

A tender smile spreading across his face, Clark lifted a
hand to cup her cheek. "God, Lois, I thought you would
never ask."

And as he lowered his mouth to hers, tasting the sweetness
of her lips and reveling in the feel of her arms tightening
around his neck, Clark knew that, indeed, his world had
changed forever.

The smile vanished from his face, and she felt her breath catch in her throat at the loving expression on his face. Clark Kent didn't need declarations of love to show her that he cared. She closed her eyes, her heart racing as she
let her fears be swept away by his kiss.

Ending the kiss, she bit her lip as she gazed at him, the expression in his eyes making her both scared and cherished in equal parts. His hand on hers tightened. "Lois."

"Clark?" she said hesitantly, torn between flight and kissing him again.

Clark Kent watched his wife with tender amusement, enjoying the play of colored light on her satiny camisole top as she moved. Lois was enumerating the reasons they couldn't go away for the weekend, but the sidelong glance she gave him
would have told him she was teasing, even if her exaggerated list hadn't made it clear. ". . . and paying bills and washing the windows and getting out my spring clothes and then dry
cleaning and packing up the winter ones. And we probably ought to air out the mattress and pillows--no sense wasting such nice weather--"

"I agree." He reached across the remains of the pu pu platter to take her left hand and press his mouth to each knuckle. "And while they're airing, we can go on a picnic."

"A picnic? You mean where you sit on a blanket in a patch of poison ivy and eat cold fried chicken and warm potato salad and fend off ants and someone's muddy dog and huddle under a tree to get out of the rain?"

Clark grinned. "Personal experience, Lois?"

She was crying -- or trying very hard not to. But why?

Tears of happiness? Could she be that happy to see him again? The
thought grabbed at Clark, winding and lodging itself inside the
deepest part of his heart; right then and there, he fell in love with
her all over again.

"Lois," he breathed, taking the three steps that separated them and
flung his arms around her.

Lois's attempt to seem suave and composed collapsed quickly; the
second he touched her, she melted into his arms, sighing his name on
a shaky breath.

He smelled so good, and she greedily breathed in the soft scent of
his shampoo, rubbing her chin ever so slightly against the fabric of
his suit coat. There were no words between them; there was nothing
she could think of to say that would adequately describe how she was
feeling at this moment.

Clark was having much the same reaction. Hoping she wouldn't notice,
he gently nuzzled the side of her head with his cheek, already
dreading the moment he would have to let her go. She felt so good.
He resisted the urge to pull her tighter against his body, to tilt
her chin up so he could press his lips to hers, to run his hands up
and down her back, to memorize the feel of her.

"Don't let that fool you, Kent. I was a
lot more interested than I let on," she
said softly, grinning at his obviously
pleased reaction.

He raised her hand to her face, cupping
her cheek tenderly and his thumb stroking
her skin with a feather-light touch.
"And now?" he asked quietly, and she
could hear the nerves in his voice. "Are
you interested now?"

Lois turned her head just slightly,
closing her eyes and kissing the palm of
his hand before turning back to look at
him again. "I'm interested," she said,
her voice low and breathy.

The words were barely out of her mouth
before his mouth claimed hers, his hands
cradling her face and holding her to him,
though she offered no resistance. When
they finally pulled apart, eyes sparkling
and chests heaving, Lois was speechless.

I think I've experience real love for the first time. After knowing him for a year and a half, I realize that I have very strong feelings for him. I know he has feelings for me because he told me a few months ago, but I told him I didn't feel the same way about him.

I know this is real because I've been infatuated with someone, but that disappeared and became friendship.

Now, I think about my guy all the time. He's a very important part of my life. He is my heart. He is the raisins in my cinnamon bun. I don't want to pull them out anymore because they are so essential and without them, the cinnamon bun isn't complete. What should I do?

Sleep eluded her as she'd listened to the voices on the radio. Twice she'd been tempted to change the station. And twice the emotion in the man's voice had stopped her. He sounded so sincere, as if he really cared about this woman. His confessions were so intimate that Lois almost felt as if she were eavesdropping on a private conversation. But something about his voice had piqued her
interest. His accent. The way he used words. The reverential tone of his declaration of love. Why didn't anyone speak that way about her? Why did she spend her days absorbed with her work and her nights immersed in sappy television dramas or sensual romance novels, vicariously searching for her Prince Charming?

"...in the middle of a job interview when she stormed into the office and commandeered the room. I still remember what she was wearing. It was a black suit with a pin-striped skirt, slit on one side. The jacket had a large plaid and her blouse was black with a flowery design. Her
eyes sparkled bright with excitement. And her movements were decisive but graceful. She was in her element, caught up in the chase and hot on the trail of something. Something about her reached out... related... . Ramonah, I can't put it into words but we connected. Or at least I did. I knew at that moment that she was the one."

Lois sat up as the caller described a day she remembered well. She'd barged into Perry's office after Samuel Platt's visit to the Planet. Clark was there. He'd risen from the chair when she had entered the room. This was her partner she was listening to. The man she'd worked beside and whose shoulder she'd cried on and whose declaration of love she had rebuked. And yet here he was, announcing to the world that she was the one.

"Sure. It's sort of like that first step off a high diving
board. It's easier the second time." He reached for the
fire escape and put a foot on the second rung, beginning to
climb. "Let's go." He paused several feet up and glanced
down at her upturned face. "You're really incredible, did
you know that? But, you know, in the rush of the moment,
there was one thing I forgot to ask Mrs. Kent."

Lois gulped. Charlie was taking this pretty well,
considering the fact that she'd just pushed him off a
three-story building. "What was it?"

"If I was married."

Still feeling half-guilty about what she had done, Lois
gave him an exasperated grimace. "Will you stop worrying
about it? We'll find out later when the danger is over and
the phone lines clear up! For the record, I hope you're
not married, too, okay? But, first things first."

His expression changed. "Do you mean that?"

"Well, sure I do! It'd be just my luck to find the guy
I've been looking for all my life and then find out he
already had a wife! But if we don't figure out how to do
this, we're not going to have a chance to --"

Charlie dropped from the fire escape and landed lightly
beside her. "I'm glad -- because I don't see how I could
possibly feel like this about any woman who wasn't you."

"Charlie --" Appalled, she felt the tough exterior that
protected her against other people cracking open and the
scene before her blurred with tears. "I just pushed you
off a building!"

Lois heard a knock at the door just as the water in the shower began running. She certainly wasn't expecting anyone. Looking through the peephole, she could see her editor standing in the hallway, a troubled look on his face. She unbolted and then opened the door part way.

"Lois, honey, I tried calling your cell phone last night and I left a couple of messages on your machine. Are you okay? Is everything all right?" Perry stepped into the entryway of her apartment.

"Everything's fine, Perry," she replied, nervously tucking a strand of still dripping wet hair behind her ear. She glanced around the room surreptitiously. What were the chances that Perry wouldn't notice the garment bag right by the door, or the men's and women's clothing that led from the living room to her bedroom like a very incriminating trail of breadcrumbs? 'Just stay in the bathroom, Clark' she thought. This was awkward enough as it was. She realized just then that the water wasn't running anymore. Did Clark take ten second showers?

It didn't matter which of the many clues Perry picked up on. His slightly embarrassed frown and arched brow were clear enough. "I'm sorry to just barge in on you," he apologized. "I just wanted to make sure that you were okay..."

"Lois, I..." Clark walked into the room, wearing nothing except a towel. He saw Perry and stopped suddenly, backing up and hitting the doorframe. The look on his face was a combination of 'caught sneaking in after curfew' and 'busted by the principal, smoking in the boys' room.'

The you-know-what had hit the proverbial fan.

Clark's reaction almost made the sheer mortification she felt worthwhile. She bit her lip, certain she was turning red with embarrassment. This probably looked even worse than it actually was. She had clearly just stepped out of the shower, as had Clark. Could two 'normal' people shower consecutively that fast? Barring that conclusion, what would Perry think of the fact that the two of them had gone from not having spoken to each other in half a year to the point where Clark was comfortable enough walking around in Lois's apartment wearing nothing but a towel in just twelve hours?

Their lips met in a kiss that held none of the passion
which had devoured them earlier, but that was sweet and
tender, sealing a mutual forgiveness. The hand resting on
his chest trailed up, whispered a feather-like path across
the skin of his neck, buried itself in his hair, and pulled
him closer.

And he knew. He knew that Lois wasn't lying, that the
electricity sparking between them as they kissed couldn't
be faked, that her response to his kiss was as real and
solid as his feelings for her.

When he broke off, breathless and light-headed from the
experience, his hand cupped her cheek, and his next words
were said with an intensity matching the sensations
triggered by their kiss.

"Love me, Lois."

The end

"And she asked me what I saw myself doing in fifty years. And, more importantly, who I saw myself doing it with."

She looked directly into Clark's eyes, hoping he was able to see the sincerity, the depth of her emotion. "And the first person, the only person, that came to mind was you."

Clark's expression softened and she saw him look at her with such tenderness as she had never seen directed at her before. "Me?"

"Yes, you." She wanted to look away, to laugh, to deny the importance of this moment, but she couldn't. "And when I realized that, I realized I loved you. Not as a brother, not as a friend, but as the man I want to spend the rest of my life with."

It was almost comical to watch Clark's eyes widen in shock. Well, since she'd already bared her soul about as much as she could, a little more daring wouldn't hurt any. Quickly, she scooted across the couch, somehow ending up on her knees, facing him. She placed a hand on each of his shoulders and leaned in towards his face. He didn't back away, but he didn't do anything to encourage her either. Slowly, giving him plenty of opportunity to break contact should he choose, she moved closer.

She'd kissed him before. He'd kissed her. But this was different. This wasn't a ploy, this wasn't a cover, this wasn't a good-bye. This was Lois Lane kissing Clark Kent, the man she loved.