I know you’ve all been waiting with bated breath (whatever that means) for this final chapter in my galactically stupid story.
This is a fanfic based on the television show, Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman. No copyright infringement is intended. I’m borrowing these characters for a little fun and not for any profit. For a complete disclaimer, go to:
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Galactically Stupid - Part Eight
By: ML Thompson
March 2006
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Lois groaned as her husband’s lips explored hers. She even felt slightly lightheaded when he finally released her.
“To be continued... in Hawaii,” he said, his voice holding all sorts of underlying meaning. “Ready?”
“Ready...” Her eyes suddenly caught sight of their luggage. “Wait. I’m missing a bag. I must have left it at home.” She made a flying motion with her hand. “Do you mind?”
“Something tells me we won’t be needing a lot of clothes on our honeymoon, Lois.”
“Yeah. But it’s got that little black teddy you bought me...”
She blinked when a sudden blur clouded her vision. Before she could react, the blur was back, suddenly materializing into Superman holding a small suitcase.
“...in it,” Lois completed unnecessarily.
“This the bag?”
“Hope you don’t do everything that fast.”
Clark grinned. “One way to find out.” Sweeping her up in his arms, he carried her to the bed.
“What about Hawaii?”
“Hawaii... can wait,” he decided, echoing her feelings. “We’ve been through so much to get to this point, this moment.”
She couldn’t agree more, meeting his kiss with her own. It didn’t take long for things to turn from gentle and sweet to hot and heavy - as they’d been prone to do a lot in recent weeks. She moaned when his lips moved to her neck and his hands began running up her sides, brushing against some very sensitive places during the course of their trip.
Even through the fog of passion which was quickly engulfing her, her mind told her that something was missing - something was wrong. But for the life of her, with his teeth nibbling at her earlobe like that, she couldn’t remember what it was.
But... Suddenly it hit her. She forcibly removed Clark from her neck.
“No!” she said, struggling to catch her breath.
“No?” Clark asked.
The adorable confusion on his face was almost too much for her to bear. Still... although her insides suddenly felt as if they were filled with molten lava, she repeated her previous comment. “No.”
Clark pulled back, looking as if she’d just stolen his teddy bear.
“No,” she began. “...that’s not... Clark, don’t you remember?”
“What?”
“The curse! Come on, Clark. Before we can...” She made a sweeping motion over the bed. “...we’ve still got to break the curse.”
Clark closed his eyes, letting his face drop into the curve of her throat. He’d obviously forgotten. She felt her heart go out to him. She wasn’t looking forward to taking time on their honeymoon to deal with the curse, either. But it had to be done.
A sudden knock sounded. “Thank, God.” Lois quickly slipped out from under Clark. “Come on. We don’t want him to think that we aren’t home and leave or something,” Lois said, heading for the door.
“Oh, hello,” Wells said when Lois opened the door. “I hope I wasn’t...”
His voice trailed off when Lois grabbed him by his lapels, pulling him into the room.
“Ms. Lane, Mr. Kent, I’m...”
“H.G. Wells. Yeah, we know,” said Lois. “Okay, so let’s just skip all the niceties. You’re here to help us reverse a terrible curse that Tempus casts sometimes during the middle ages. A curse that causes me to die in some horrible way in every lifetime when we consummate. Yadda. Yadda. Yadda. So... let’s just get on with it. Do you have any idea how long we’ve waited for you to show up?”
“I...”
“Look, Mr. Wells, what my wife is trying to say is...” Clark’s voice trailed off at a look from Lois. He was wasting valuable time.
“Ahh... Okay, well then.” Wells pulled out his soul tracker. “Let’s go.”
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As Lois lay in bed, watching her sleeping husband, a slow smile spread across her face. That had been... amazing. It wasn’t that Clark had been experienced, but... Actually, maybe that was the difference between Clark and her previous sexual encounters. Making love with Clark had been about so much more than technique. It had been a complete experience - body, heart, soul. The discovery of how to please each other. The desire to get so close that they almost wanted to climb inside each other’s skin. Hearing the love when he’d whispered her name. Feeling the love when she’d whispered his.
She ran her hand softly down his chest, marveling in every line and curve of his oh so perfect body - a body she’d lusted after since the first time she’d seen a droplet of water running down his stomach to get lost in the towel wrapped around his waist.
In some ways, though, Tempus had done them a favor. God, she could hardly believe she was even thinking that. But the enforced wait had allowed her and Clark’s feelings to develop, their hearts to grow and their trust to mature. When they had finally come together, it had been so much more than just sex. It had been the fulfillment of a promise.
Of course... Her smile widened. ...she couldn’t say she minded the fact that, for the rest of her life, she was going to have exclusive access to this incredible body.
“What are you thinking?”
Lois’ eyes met Clark’s. “You’re awake.”
Clark nodded. “So... what put such a thoughtful expression on your face?”
Her eyes sparkled. “I was just thinking about a drop of water,” she informed him cryptically, leaning in to kiss him so that his mind was soon too distracted to follow up on that line of inquiry.
And they lived happily ever after.
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The End
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