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Clark just looked at her for a moment before he began to
chuckle. "You really are crazy, you know that? I can't
believe you did that just because you couldn't take the
fact that I wasn't attracted to you."

Her mouth hung open, stunned at his reaction. He was
*laughing* at her now! Did this man have no sense
whatsoever? He'd been her partner for months now, and he
had yet to learn that he couldn't laugh at Lois and live to
tell about it? How was that possible?

Dumbstruck, she replayed his last sentence in her head.
Even after that kiss, he still wasn't agreeing that he
found her attractive? "How many times do I have to kiss
you before you finally admit it?" she practically shouted
at him, beyond frustrated. She waved an agitated hand in
the space between their bodies. "For Pete's sake, Clark,
amazing kisses like that don't happen every day! People
don't kiss like that unless they are *incredibly*, utterly
and totally, tear-each-other's-clothes-off attracted to one
another!"

At that moment, a complete silence fell between them, and
even the sounds of the world outside -- people bustling in
the streets, the roar of the car engines as they whizzed
past -- faded and became muted in the wake of her outburst.
Neither partner moved as the meaning of her words descended
upon them and lingered in the tiny interior of the Jeep --
a space that suddenly seemed more confined than before,
filled now with the tension of confession. It *had* been
an incredible kiss. She'd spoken the words, given them
life and made them real.

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Clark grinned. "Well, as I said in the card, I couldn't really top
the romance of the roses from yesterday, so I thought I'd go for
practical. Show you how multi-faceted I am."

Lois found herself smiling back at him. "Do you do windows, too?"

Clark took the bait. "Oh, like a pro!" he enthused. "I keep telling
you, I'm the kind of guy you want to have around."

Lois laughed. "I'm beginning to see that." She met his eyes once
more, lowering her voice slightly. "And thank you for the flowers
... I didn't say it properly yesterday, but they really are
beautiful."

"Really?" His eyes twinkled. "It's hard to tell when you're sitting
right next to them."

Lois blushed despite her best efforts. "You're pretty good at that
flattery stuff. How long have you been practicing?"

Clark shrugged. "When did we meet?"

The slam of the door brought her gaze back to Clark, who
was still lying propped up on his side beside her, facing
her. He was watching her, and the look in his eyes was
wary, as if he was worried about what she might say. And
yet behind the wariness was something else... something
she'd thought she'd seen in her partner's eyes once before.
Something which told her that the kiss hadn't entirely been
an act on Clark's part...

And, watching the way his beautiful brown eyes were
regarding her, the way they had darkened with suppressed
desire, Lois felt another shudder run through her.
Mesmerised by his gaze, she realised that she wanted him to
kiss her again, this time for real...


********


She wasn't mad at him... in fact, she was looking at him as
if she was stunned, and there was a vulnerable look in her
eyes which made his heart turn over. Clark had known that
his coolly efficient partner had a vulnerable side, but
seeing it laid bare like this, and in these circumstances,
made him want to enfold her in his arms and tell her how
much he loved her.

Then her expression changed, and their gazes met and held
as what felt like an electrical charge went through both of
them, connecting them to each other.

Slowly, holding his breath as he did so, Clark lowered his
head again until his lips covered hers.

Now it was his turn to be serious. He moved even closer
to her. "Why aren't I throwing you out the door? Hmmm ...
well, first of all, that's not how I work. Secondly, why
would I want to do that when all morning long, I've been
hoping you'd come through that very door?"

One, my husband is not Superman. While it's
true that we both have a very close
relationship with him, and have been
fortunate enough to have been granted more
interviews than most with him, the fact
remains that I married a farmer's son from
the remote farming community of Smallville,
Kansas, and not a nobleman from the extinct
planet of Krypton. My husband may be a
super man, but he is not Superman.

Two, I am not addicted to chocolate.
Frankly, I resent the implication that I'm
an emotional cripple who has to resort to
Double Fudge Crunch bars every time she
faces a challenge in her life. For the
record, I've never eaten more than five
bars in a single 24 hour period, except
once, and that was only because I'd made a
mistake on my daily score card. How could I
help it if '5 bars since 9am' looked like
'0 bars this week'?

Three - okay, I know I said I only had two
points to raise, but I changed my mind, and
this one's starting to bug me now that I've
read a few more of these threads, and I
think it's best cleared up right away
before people get completely the wrong
impression of me - I have a professional
reputation to protect, you know! And I do
so hate stereotypes, don't you? They put
people into these little pigeon-holes that
they can't escape from, and then they feel
like they have to behave exactly like the
stereotype says they have to behave.
Anyway, this is what I want to get clear: I
do not babble. I speak quickly,
because I have a lot to say.

Lois's chest clenched at the stark vulnerability in Clark's voice. Before she even realized what she was doing, she pulled his face to hers and kissed him gently on the lips. She pulled back for a second, then leaned in to kiss him more firmly. She parted her lips and gently sucked on his lower lip before tracing it with her tongue. Clark shuddered as he sighed with relief, opening his mouth to Lois's gentle probing. His arms reached out, pulling her to him, his fingers threading through her hair.

"Lois, you've got to quit focusing on what we can't have" said Clark.

"What do you mean?"

"Last night was incredible. Holding you, kissing you... Do you have any idea what you do for me?" He paused for a moent. "How am I going to get you to understand? God, Lois, last night... There is more than one way to make love." He placed a hand under her chin an tiltled her head up to look in her eyes. "Do you understand me? Instead of focusing on what we can't have, think about what we can have. How can you turn your back on that? How can you turn your back on me?"

He saw her take a deep breath. "What matters is ... I love you." She glanced up at him and then quickly away. "I don't know if I want to love you, or even if I like the idea, but I do. And, I know we still have a lot of talking to do, a lot of things to work out, but - " She looked back and this time, steadily, she held his gaze. "But, I know we *can* work it out. I love you, Clark ... and nothing else matters but that."

"Lois ... " He shook his head, reached out a hand to put the tips of his fingers against her cheek. She felt his fingers tremble against her skin. His eyes were molten, dark and tender on hers. "I ... "

"I know." She shook her head, put up a hand to lightly trace the line of his jaw. "I know you do. But, I don't want to talk any more, Clark. I don't want you to tell me. Show me. Show me you love me," she said softly and hooked her arms around his neck as he pressed his lips obediently to hers, letting herself flow into the warm, loving caress.

Holding her a bit more tightly, Clark nodded. "Yeah ... it's OK." He rested his cheek on the top of her head and closed his eyes, remembering how long it had been since she'd let him hold her like this. "Just let me be there for
you."

"I will ... I promise." She turned in his arms. "I love you, Clark."

"And I love you. So very much."

As their lips met slowly in the dim light of the quiet bedroom, the rustle of the wind-blown curtains and the gentle patter of rain on the roof were the only accompaniments to their beating hearts.

"Hello? Clark's pay phone. Mrs. Clark speaking," she giggled.

"Excuse me? Who is this?"

"This is Mrs. Clark. You know, Clark's wife. Who's this?"

"Clark's mother. Last night he didn't have a wife. Who are you and where is my son?"

"Actually, we got married last night. Very sudden. We would have invited you, but..."

A noise behind her startled, and she turned around with an alarmed expression. Surely Clark couldn't have dressed so quickly! He couldn't possibly coming out wearing less than that towel, could he? Though the possibilities were enticing, they didn't have time for that right now and she was on the phone with his mother.

Clark emerged from the bathroom, neatly dressed in his usual suit and tie. She gasped, wondering how on earth he had dressed so quickly, and then shook her head. Clark checked his zipper, wondering what she was staring at. "Who is it, sweetheart?" he asked as he leaned over to plant a kiss on her lips but was stopped by a hand on his chest.

"your mom," she hissed.

He grabbed the phone. "Mom, how are you? I was getting ready to call." He looked over at Lois and mouthed, "Did you tell her?"

Lois nodded guilty. Clark looked up at the ceiling as if in silent prayer. "no, Mom, I'm okay. Really I am. Married? Yes, actually I am. I would have called you but it was so sudden. Who? Well, you remember me telling about Lois? The girl I met in D.C. and that I was pretty sure that Lois Lane was her? Well, that's who I married. No, we haven't had a chace to talk about all of that yet. Dad? Everything is fine, really. No, I haven't told her yet. We haven't had a chance to really talk things out. No, I don't know where we are going to live. I know, Dad, like a frog. I've heard it a million times. Yes, I'll bring her out to meet you soon. No, probably not tonight. I mean, how could we get there so fast? It would cost an arm and a leg to get plane tickets on such short notice. No, I don't think that it's a good idea for you come here. Where would you stay? We don't even a place of our own yet. And my sister-in-law," Lois smiled at that remark, "is staying at Lois'apartment right now. Look, Mom, Dad, I gotta go. We're already late for work and Perry's sure to fire me at least. No, we aren't taking any time off just yet. I'm sure he would give us the time, but he doesn't know yet. You're the only people who know. Except fot the three people at the wedding. I don't even know if Lois told the clerk at the hotel when we checked in last night. No, not this hotel. Give me a little credit, Mom. We stayed downtown. Now, I really have to go. I'll call you later. I loveyou, too.Bye."

"Do you feel like being just a little bit Super?" At his
surprised look she smiled sheepishly. "As many times as I
dreamed about spending the night in your arms-- even just
sleeping-- I never really pictured us on a deserted island. And
sleeping in sand isn't really appealing."

It was the best Valentine's Day gift ever imaginable. They had given each other their hearts.

It was love. Pure, intense, absolute, never ending. Love.

As they leaned in to share a kiss to seal the deal, one tiny snowflake floated down between them. Clark tilted his head and softly touched his lips to hers, also capturing the tiny snowflake between their noses.

Snow. It had been so important to their relationship, and seemed to coincide with every momentous event in their lives. When she had realized she loved him. When he had told her the truth about himself. And now, when they had given each other their hearts for eternity.

He broke the kiss when he felt her shiver in his arms. "We should go inside. You're freezing."

A voice woke him again, a voice so close to him that Clark seemed
almost able to touch it. He opened his eyes and turned toward the
voice.

"Don't go ... please ... don't go away ... " Lois was dreaming, and
in her dream she was speaking. He stayed immobile and listened to
that voice. So much longing, so much yearning. Her tone was so sad
and so sweet in the same moment, what he wouldn't give just to have
those words be for him? Unable to move for fear of waking her he lay
still and listened to her, then suddenly ... unexpectedly, "Clark ...
don't go away..." Instinctively Clark's arms tightened around her,
just to make her feel his presence, a gesture which made her stop
talking.

He was breathless for a long while, with such emotions as these he
simply forgot to breathe. How long he had waited to hear that voice.
How many times had he dreamed about hearing *his* Lois calling his
name. And now she was in his arms. He couldn't believe it. His heart
was racing wildly. Lois stretched in his arms, she opened her eyes
and looked at him. Clark smiled and she grinned back. Lois' head was
resting on his chest and his rapid heartbeat had woken her up. How
ironic, he was the one who was grounded to her heartbeat to be able
to know how and what she was feeling. Everything was all right, he
was calm now. She leaned her head back down to his chest and fell
back to sleep. Clark smiled, caressing her long hair.

So, as I was saying, I have a pretty strange life. It took me a while to understand the difference between what happens around me and what most of the rest of the world considers normal. For example, "Oh, it was probably some jerk with a shrink ray." is not, in fact, considered a normal response to the question, "Hey, what happened to my lunch?"

"Kiss me, you moron! With my ankle on this stupid pillow I can't exactly stand up to kiss you."

"Oh," he said, feeling a smile creep onto his face. He sat on the cushion next to Lois and slowly bent his head to hers.

It wasn't their first kiss, but it was their first real one. And if they'd ever thought those previous kisses were special, this was a kiss to change their minds. From the moment their lips touched, the room disappeared, and nothing in the world existed except each other.

As they timidly explored each other's mouths, their souls reached out to touch the other, looking for assurance that they weren't alone in the world. And they weren't. For from this kiss on, they could never be apart.

Before she could say anything else, he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. For a moment, it was as if time stood still when their lips brushed against each other. Clark wasn't sure whether he should pull away or keep going.

Lois was completely still in his arms until he felt her bring her arms around his back and pull him closer to her. He hungrily kissed her, rubbing his lips aggressively against hers, allowing his pent up frustration to dissolve into the passion that he had always dreamed of sharing with her.

"It's great that Clark was worried about you, Lucy, but do you think we should be worried about your sister?" Clark heard him ask. "She's been throwing herself at him pretty hard. I hope he's not going to take advantage of her."

Lucy's response was immediate. "Don't worry about Clark, Jerry. He's one of the good guys. He'll do the right thing."

As they reached Lois's car, Clark gritted his teeth while he worked to fit the key into the lock. He appreciated Lucy's confidence in him... but it sure would be a heck of a lot easier to do the right thing if her sister would stop blowing in his ear.

"Okay, you two, let's just calm down. Now Clark." She waited
until she had the young man's attention. "Let's go back to
something you just said. You said this man wasn't good enough
for Lois. Why do you think that? What has this man done to make
you think he's not good enough for her?"

"Well, for one, he doesn't treat her like she deserves to be
treated," he exclaimed adamantly. "He wants her to come to work
for his broadcast station--"

"He didn't say that he 'wants me to,' he just suggested it!"
Lois objected. But when Dr. Jenkins shot her a look, Lois
retreated into silence.

Dr. Jenkins nodded at Clark. "Go on."

Clark felt the muscle in his jaw twitch, a sure sign that he
was getting upset. So he forced himself to take a deep breath
before continuing. "For one, he doesn't know Lois like I do,"
he began firmly, trying to avoid looking at Lois as he spoke.
"He might think a job at his broadcast station would be good
for her, but it wouldn't be. He'd be dragging her away from all
her friends, from our editor, who I know is like a father to
her, and taking her away from the thrill of the hunt, which is
what I know Lois likes best about investigative journalism."

He paused for breath and then rushed on. "And if that weren't
enough, I hate the way he treats her like she's some prize to
be won, some pawn in a chess game. Instead of realizing how
wonderful and truly unique she is, he's just the type of guy
who'll want her to stand quietly next to him at his precious
charity balls, hanging on his arm like some Barbie doll trophy!
And he's always taking her to operas and parties with all his
famous acquaintances, which I bet she pretends to like, even
though I'm sure she'd much rather enjoy a night in with a pizza
and a video, with a man who's willing to listen to her and hold
her and tell her how much he loves her."

At his words, Lois unintentionally drew in a sharp breath, and
her heart began to pound. Even though Clark wasn't looking at
her, she knew exactly who he was talking about. But she was
sure he had no idea how much his words affected her, caused her
eyes to tear up and her heart to swell. For a moment, she
couldn't figure out why his words had affected her so much,
until....

In that instant, it all became clear. She loved Clark. Had
probably loved him for a long time now. She loved his patience,
his kindness, the way he conveyed his love for her in so many
ways, instead of simply telling her, as Lex did. He always made
sure to pick her favorite chocolate donut out of the box for
her in the morning at the Planet before it could be taken by
someone else, and brought her coffee just the way she liked it.
'I doubt Lex even knows or cares about how I take my coffee,'
she realized.

"Did you miss me already?" she asked a bit shyly. "I just
got home a few minutes ago."

Feeling a bit relieved that she was flirting with him, he
answered from the heart, "Lois, I miss you when you leave
the room." His eyes held hers steadily as he willed them
not to drop down to the tantalizing view a few inches below
her face.

"Good, because I've missed *this* already," she replied
quickly as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss his mouth
firmly.

Chuckling from the wonder of having Lois so open with her
feelings, his arms slid around her body, and she wrapped
hers around his neck, delighting in the feel of being in
physical contact with him once more. They kissed hungrily
for a few minutes, reveling in the newness of the next step
in their relationship. His hand smoothed her back lovingly
but it jarred him slightly to feel the embroidery of the S-
emblem on her back. He closed their kiss and pulled away,
his breathing still heavy.

"Glad I wasn't dreaming -- we're still okay?" he asked.