Super Friends 8/?
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Lois and Clark talked into the later evening. By midnight, they knew enough about each other that it seemed that they had known each other a lifetime. Of course Clark was still harboring that one little secret, Superman. He knew that if he planned to have a serious relationship with Lois he would eventually have to tell her. But not yet. Timing was essential for a secret as big as Superman.
Most of the time, Clark kept his arm around Lois’ shoulder but occasionally would hold her hand instead. She would rest her head on his shoulder when he had his arm around her.
At about 1 o’clock, Lois noticed the time again and thought she should be heading back home.
“Clark, I need to be going. It’s late and we have a big day tomorrow. I want to be well rested.”
“Stay, Lois…”
Lois’ eyes stretched.
“No…Lois…I mean…you can have my bed and I’ll sleep here on the sofa. I just don’t want you to be alone, tonight. I’d feel better if…I just…”
“Really, Clark, that’s sweet, but I’m okay. And besides, I have your numbers and I’ll call you if I need to,” Lois assured him with a smile.
“Okay, then. But let me walk you home.”
“Well…okay, if you insist,” Lois said with a teasing smile.
Clark held an expression that was not so teasing when he answered, “I insist.” Lois looked in his eyes and saw concern and…love?
Clark walked Lois home and then returned to his apartment. He wouldn’t sleep again, tonight because he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He wished that she had given in and stayed with him tonight…forever even, but after all, she was right. They had just met.
Clark finally turned in to bed. Just before he got comfortable, Clark tuned in his super senses to make sure that Lois was okay. As far as he could tell, she was peaceful, no tears this time. Surprisingly he then drifted off to sleep.
Lois got settled in her bed and thought of the most wonderful time she had ever had with anyone…this past day with Clark. He was so strong, but gentle. He waited and listened patiently. He was a good listener. He was kind and understanding. Lois just hoped that he was feeling the same things for her as she was beginning to feel for him. She was sleepy and tonight, for the first time in ten months, there were no tears as she drifted off to sleep.
It was Saturday and the wedding was at 1 o’clock. When Lois awakened, it was 8 o’clock. Again, she had had a very good night’s sleep. She stretched and smiled when she thought of the day before. She knew she had to get up and make sure that everything was in order.
Lois got up and showered. Her gown was hanging on her closet door. She put hot curlers in her hair and made sure that her pearls were laid out.
Just across the street, Clark had had a surprisingly restful sleep. Superman had not been needed all night. He‘d gone to sleep thinking about Lois and she was the first thing that he though of when he awakened. Clark was so looking forward to this wedding. It was his chance to see Lois again, dressed so beautifully. But then again, she was just as beautiful or more dressed in jeans or sweats.
Clark’s tux was hanging on the closet hook and his cuff links were sitting on his dresser. The wedding was going to be at Wayne Manor and Bruce had a hired driver to be the transportation for his wedding party. Clark thought that maybe he should drive and ask Lois to come with him in his truck. He had planned to make it an early night, anyway, especially since Bruce and Vicky had early AM honeymoon plans. This way maybe he and Lois could have a little time together after the wedding and reception…
Lois wanted so badly to see Clark, to see him dress in his tuxedo. Now that she knew what lay beneath the suit, she figured that she would probably be struggling with inner lust for most of the evening.
Clarks was doing some straightening up when his phone rang. It was nine thirty in the morning. Who could that be? Probably a call from the animal hospital.
“Hello…”
“Hi…Clark…” a nervous female voice came on.
“Lois…hi…is everything okay?”
“Yeah…I was just wondering…if you don’t mind…are you driving to the wedding today or are you utilizing Bruce’s driver? I was planning to drive…and…but since you live near me…I can drive my Jeep…and I…” Lois stammered.
“Lois…umm…I would love to…for us to go together,” Clark said nervously. “I was actually thinking that I was probably not going to be out late especially since Bruce and Vicky are leaving early in the morning for their honeymoon, and thought I had better drive so that I can leave when I’m ready…but if you want to stay later I wouldn’t mind and…”
“Clark, you’re rambling…” Lois responded with humour in her voice. “I was a little hesitant…didn’t want to sound…too…I didn’t want to impose on your plans.“ Lois finished with uncertainty in her voice.
“You didn’t need…I’m glad you called,” Clark assured Lois. “I was actually thinking of calling you and asking if you would like to come along with me.”
“I‘d love to,” Lois answered simply.
“So, I’ll see you at 12 noon?”
“Yeah, 12 noon…Bye, Clark.”
“Bye, Lois.”
At 12 noon Clark arrived at Lois’ apartment to pick her up. When she answered the door, Clark gasped. Lois was even more beautiful than she was at dinner on Thursday night. She wore a faint coral colored satin gown that bore ¾ length sleeves and a V that went down her back to just above her waist. Her neck bore pearls with matching earrings and again she wore her hair up in a French roll with dangling ringlets framing her face. Her pumps were of an off white lace and she carried a single white rose.
When Lois saw Clark at the door with his black tuxedo, she, too gasped. He was so handsome standing there. His cummerbund was black with a black bow tie and a white shirt. His shoes of course were black patent leather. They stood in the threshold of the doorway in awe of each other. Clark spoke first.
“Lois, you look absolutely beautiful,” just above a whisper.
Lois blushed then responded, “So do you.”
“Ready?” Clark asked as he stuck out his elbow for Lois.
“Yes,” Lois responded as she smiled and took Clark’s arm.
When they got into Clark’s truck Lois gently touched Clark’s arm. Clark looked over at her.
“Clark, about last night…I’m sorry for falling apart on you. I…”
“Lois, it’s okay. Any time you need to fall apart, I’ll be there. Okay?”
“Okay.”
They headed off to Wayne Manor.
Lois and Clark stood by as Vicky and Bruce made their vows to each other in front of about fifty guests. Neither of them knew, while they witnessed Bruce and Vicky exchanging vows with each other, that the other was imagining that it was the two of them getting married. But they both were. They would occasionally just glance over at each other and smile.
After Bruce and Vicky were officially married and were presented to their audience, they recessed to the ball room, smiling happily with Lois and Clark in tow.
Clark watched Bruce and Vicky recess from the to the room where the wedding was held and immediately looked over at Lois. He held out his hand for hers and she accepted. Together, hand in hand, they followed Bruce and Vicky out.
The reception was fabulous. Clark kept Lois close the whole evening. They danced exclusively with each other except when the best man had to dance with the bride. Bruce then took Lois as a partner.
Lois found very quickly that Clark was a great dancer. He always had his left arm around Lois’ waist and held her left hand with his right hand close to his chest. Lois kept her right hand on Clark’s left shoulder and occasionally it would drift up to the nape of his neck. Once when Lois’ hand drifted, Clark closed his eyes and let out a very soft unconscious moan. Lois wasn’t quite sure what to think so she quickly moved her hand back to Clark’s shoulder. Clark just opened his eyes and smiled down at her, to say that it was okay.
“So, Lois, Vicky and I were right on target to introduce you two, huh?” Bruce asked while he danced with Lois.
“Bruce! You…you and Vicky set us up?” Lois demanded in false anger.
“Yes…and?” Bruce replied with a big grin.
“Well, we’ll see,” was all that Lois would commit to.
Bruce just laughed. Across the floor, Vicky and Clark were having a similar conversation.
“So, Clark, what do you think of Lois?” Vicky asked, trying not to laugh out loud. She already knew the answer to that question.
“What do you mean,” Clark asked with the deer in the headlights look.
“You love her don’t you?” Vicky said trying to hold back her smile.
“Yes, busted. How’d you know?”
“Oh Bruce and I discussed it when you left here the other night. I told him you’d be great together.”
“You did, did you?” Clark asked with mock anger.
“Oh, Clark, you belong together. Just be gentle with her...patient. She should tell you this but Paul, her ex jerk, did a number on her.”
“I know. She told me. But she’s gonna be okay. I promise that I wont ever hurt her or make her cry, intentionally,” Clark said sincerely.
“I know, Clark. Bruce and I just want you two to be as happy as we are together. You two mean a lot to us.”
When Clark and Lois ended up back together, dancing, they related their respective conversations with the bride and groom. Of course Clark didn’t tell Lois that he told Vicky that he loved her. They found it quite peculiar that they were the only ones who didn’t know that they had been set up.
Shortly thereafter, Lois and Clark said goodnight. It was 6 o’clock then.
tbc...
