This is the sequel to
In Sickness and In Health that I posted eons ago. It's an ARGH rewrite in which I tried to fix a few things that always bothered most of us
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It is finished, but I'm not sure how many parts it's going to be - maybe 5 or 6.
Thanks to Bethy for all her help with Beta-ing etc. and to BanAnna for her help with Kryptonian naming practices.
The toys aren't mine, but I had fun playing with them
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Thanks for reading
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Carol
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Part 1
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Lois rested her head on the ceiling, then nestled into Clark's arms. "Wow."
Clark smiled – a slow, sexy smile. "I know."
"That was..." Lois was actually lost for words.
"I mean..." Clark was speechless as well.
"Exactly." Lois smiled back at him.
"The only thing I'd like more would be..." Clark smiled that smile again.
Lois smiled back. "...more."
And then he kissed her again.
*****
Lois yawned and stretched in bed. One of those long, cat like stretches that one finds necessary after a particularly good night's sleep.
Then she shivered.
It took less than a split second for a number of thoughts to run through her mind.
She was wearing something soft, like flannel.
There were no covers and it was February.
She was wearing her wedding ring.
And Clark wasn't next to her.
Her eyes opened as she recalled the events of the day before.
Clark's birthday.
Her amnesia was gone.
She'd punched Deter.
And Clark had come home and they had the most glorious night together. Being with him was better than she had ever imagined and she knew he felt the same. They had to have set some kind of record – even for newlyweds – but maybe a little 'superness' had something to do with that.
So where was he?
A snore startled her and she rolled onto her back.
He was floating.
He'd warned her about that.
So the question was whether to let him sleep or find a way to join him up there and pick up where they left off a few hours earlier.
She decided on the latter, but not until she'd taken care of a couple of morning things – like going to the bathroom and a little bit of mouthwash to get that morning breath feeling out of her mouth – because running the water to brush her teeth would wake Clark up and she wanted to be the one to do that.
*****
It was the most wonderful sensation.
Gentle.
Tingly.
Warm.
Soft.
Sensual.
Very sensual.
Clark hovered in that land between awake and asleep and wondered what he'd been dreaming about that would leave such wonderful sensations behind.
He felt the weight on his body and realized he wasn't alone.
He couldn't feel the bed below him, which meant he must be floating.
So who was with him and how did she get there?
He opened his eyes to see the sparkling brown ones of one Lois Lane and it all came back to him.
She was now his wife in every sense of the word.
And apparently she wanted more.
They'd wound up on the ceiling after the first time the night before and they'd agreed the only thing they'd like more was... more.
So they had.
But apparently it hadn't been enough for his little tornado and he would be happy to oblige.
"Good morning."
"It's a wonderful morning," Lois mumbled between kisses on his chest.
"I could get used to waking up like this."
"Me too."
Clark wrapped his arms around her and pulled up to him so that he could kiss her the way she deserved to be kissed.
What seemed like days later, they were on the ceiling again.
"More was right." Lois sighed contentedly.
"Definitely."
"But I think, Superman, that you've worn me out."
"Breakfast?"
"Breakfast is definitely in order."
Something suddenly occurred to Lois and she tried to sit up. But she forgot they were on the ceiling and all she succeeded in doing was hitting her head.
"OW!"
"Are you okay?"
"Clark, we forgot something."
"No, Perry gave us the week off since we never went on our honeymoon."
"Not that."
"We have food and if we want something else, I can go get whatever we want."
"Not that."
"Then what?"
"Protection, Clark."
"Protection? I'm Superman. What more protection do you need?"
"Not that kind of protection. The baby kind."
"Baby kind?"
"Clark, I'm not on birth control. I was going to be but with the Deter fiasco..."
Clark sighed.
"I'll go talk to Bernie. See if it's even possible for me to have kids. And until we know for sure, you can go on birth control and until *that* kicks in, we'll use something else. And until then," he kissed her nose. "We won't worry about it. What happens, happens."
Lois nodded. "It's too late now anyway." Her stomach rumbled. "How about that breakfast?"
*****
Lois put back on the flannel shirt of Clark's that she'd slept in. He'd commented earlier how much he liked it, especially when it was barely buttoned, so she saw no reason to change – besides it was comfortable and smelled like him – with just a touch of volcano, mudslide and earthquake from the day before mixed in.
She reclined on the couch trying to sear every minute of the night before into her memory when she was, she felt, rudely interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Go away."
"It's urgent. I must speak with Clark Kent immediately."
"Go away."
"Miss Lane, it is EXTREMELY important that I speak with Mr. Kent this moment."
" 'Miss Lane' got married and GO AWAY!" She yawned. She hadn't decided for sure if she was going to change her name or not, but for today, 'Miss Lane' wasn't going to cut it.
"I will break down the door if I have to."
"You'll be quite embarrassed – we're on our honeymoon!"
"I must speak with Mr. Kent. It's a matter of life and death for Kal-El."
That made Lois sit up.
"For who?"
"You know who I'm talking about, Miss Lane."
Lois stood and walked up the stairs to Clark's door. She peeked through and was shocked to see one of the researchers from the Planet standing there.
She quickly buttoned a couple more buttons on the shirt and opened the door.
"What do you want, Sarah?"
"You do remember me this time."
"I told you I would. Now, what do you want?" Lois was beyond annoyed at this time.
"I have an urgent need to talk to Mr. Kent about Kal-El. It's a life or death matter."
"What makes you think Clark knows anything about Kal-El? Who *is* Kal-El anyway?"
"Miss Lane, you and I both know that a certain mild-mannered reporter is much more than he appears to be."
Lois eyed her warily. "Perhaps you'd best come in. But I assure you, it is in your best interest not to refer to me as 'Miss Lane' again. I'm married to Mr. Kent."
"No, Miss Lane, you're not. You see, Mr. Kent – Kal-El – is already married... to me."
*****
TBC
