Not actually a new part. I think that my gentle readers have already read this part. For those who don't read stories in the folder that is only for those older than 18, here the gfic version. I hope you enjoy it.
Thanks to LaraMoon for betareading and telling me that my changes are okay.
From Part 14
“I wouldn’t ask you to go, Clark. Just give me some time, please. Do Becca and your parents know about this?” Lois asked.
“Yes, they do. And I will tell them that I’ve told you as well,” Clark replied.
They wandered back to the farmhouse in silence, both of them lost in thought.
Serendipitous Infinity
Part 15 gfic version
A few hours later, Clark was waiting for the sandman to come. But he didn’t even catch a glimpse of him. Maybe today was his day off or he had only dropped by to help his parents, Becca and Lois get some sleep. There had been nothing left for him and so Clark was doomed to stay awake all night. It wouldn’t have been so bad had it not been for the constant, lovely heartbeat resounding in his ears. Lois was sleeping in the room just above him. They were separated by nothing but the ceiling, which would have been a severe obstacle for another man. For Clark it was a permanent struggle to overcome the temptation. For him, looking at her was less difficult than spying through the keyhole would have been. But he couldn’t do it; he simply couldn’t take advantage of her like that. Lois deserved better and he should really forget about his hormones.
Clark got up. He hoped that a glass of milk might do the job that the sandman had refused to do. He went over to the kitchen, as silently as possible. He didn’t want to disturb anyone’s sleep just because he wasn’t able to take even a little nap. He knew the farmhouse like the back of his hand. His parents hadn’t changed it a bit since he had moved out. For them, it was already perfect. As he was pouring himself some milk, Clark heard the soft noise of steps on the floor. He left the glass of milk in the kitchen and went into the living room again, curious as to who was coming down. His first idea was that Becca had woken up? But the steps he heard weren’t caused by his little girl. It was Lois.
“I’m thirsty,” she whispered as she noticed him. “You’re still awake?”
“I can’t sleep,” he admitted.
“Me neither.”
“Let’s get you a glass of water or whatever you prefer,” Clark offered.
“Water is fine,” Lois said and took the last couple of steps down.
Clark didn’t know how it happened, but somewhere in the process, Lois had lost her balance and stumbled. She fell right into his arms, clinging to his neck as she tried to steady herself. Clark’s mind swayed as he felt her body pressed against his. He gasped at the sudden unexpected contact with Lois. It wasn’t as if Clark had never before been that close to woman, but Lois was one of a kind, incomparable to others. Maybe it was just the fact that his chest was bare and all that separated him from the woman of his dreams was a thin layer of cotton. Even more irritating was that he could only feel a much too small part of her bare skin pressed against his belly. Clark drew in a sharp breath as her warmth slowly spread through him. His skin tickled where she touched him. He felt the pressure of her every finger, could almost sense the small, unique lines that covered her fingertips. It couldn’t be anything but imagination.
He had to let go of her, before his mind went blank and it was too late to make reasonable decisions. But it was so good to hold her that he just couldn’t let the moment pass. Just another second wouldn’t hurt anyone. Lois glanced up at him and mumbled a soft thank you for catching her. He could feel the tender whiff of her breath on his chin as she was saying those words. It was replaced by warm, wet lips. Her kiss traveled towards his mouth, sending a rush of pleasure and panic through him. This was too close, too dangerous. He had to step back now, right now. Panic’s strangled cries resounded in his ears, but they died down quickly, leaving only the tender warmth of her lips on his. He was aware of nothing but of her silky tongue which had started to dance with his.
As opposed to the ancient custom of dancing, Lois was taking the lead, guiding Clark softly but assertively. He didn’t protest, did nothing to claim his right as he allowed Lois to be the strong party. Her teeth played gently with his lower lip as her kiss grew hungrier and her hands became more restless. Her hands roamed down his back, sending waves of heat through his muscles. Clark’s hands longed to be more reckless, and of their own volition, they left the small of her back to find more wonderful, amazingly silky, bare skin. The tips of his fingers were set on fire as the sensation clouded his mind.
Lois’ soft lips were more than he could take; making him hungrier with every kiss they shared. Really unbearable though became the moment when her touch was slowly leaving his mouth. His own lips were mourning the loss, begging for consolation, while his neck happily cheered the tender visitors. Before Clark even knew it, his lips found Lois’ ear. Waiting for further instruction would take much too long anyway. They started nibbling on her earlobe and allowed his tongue to graciously slide forward a little, just enough to get a taste of her creamy skin. The effect was tantalizing. He wanted more.
The voice of reason was quickly defeated, imprisoned in the back of his mind. Its usual power was diminished to a soft whisper, frantically trying to get through to him, to make him stop what he was doing. This wasn’t right, not now. But Lois felt so good in his arms, whatever small part of her he was touching wasn’t enough.
The house was silent but for the couple’s soft moans of pleasure. Only Clark could hear a little more. His parent’s even breathing was just a faint sound that didn’t have the power to make its way through the haze of his mind. Becca’s anxious murmurs, her frantic heartbeat and her uneven breathing, however, fought his way to him and sobered him almost violently.
“Stop,” he gasped. “No.” His words were muffled against her skin.
“Clark?” Lois murmured, taken aback.
“I’m sorry, Lois. I can’t,” he replied hoarsely, stepping back a little more to get away from the sweet temptation this wonderful woman presented. He must have lost his mind completely, letting go of her now was just plain crazy.
The moonlight was bright enough for him to be able to see the longing and disappointment in her beautiful face. Her eyes were dark with passion, which only increased his frustration. He wanted to touch her again, to kiss her and show her just how much he ached for her.
“Why,” Lois asked angrily. “I thought you are in love with me. So why can’t you kiss me? You did it before. It’s not that difficult.” She saw him flinch and felt a short moment of satisfaction as he looked at her guiltily. It was a weak consolation for the disappointment his sudden withdrawal had caused. As she noticed the hurt in his eyes, she instantly regretted her words. He had asked her to stop and she shouldn’t be angry with him now. She would have expected the same kindness from him if she had been the one to say no. “I’m sorry, Clark. It’s just that I didn’t expect you to stop so suddenly.”
“I’m sorry, Lois. I should have realized a little earlier that this was to fast. I want you, I can’t tell you how much. Stopping now is just as painful for me as it is for you.” Painful was an understatement. Clark assumed that even several hundred laps in the Arctic Ocean wouldn’t ease his desire. “But it wouldn’t have been right to go through with this, at least not now. I need to tell Becca about us before it’s too late. I can’t betray her like that. She has accepted that you and I are friends now. I have to tell her about my love for you before we become lovers. It means a lot more to me than just sex. You and I sleeping together would have repercussions on all our lives – yours, mine and Becca’s too.”
Lois stared at him, his words sank in slowly. Clark was right and she hadn’t really considered the consequences as passion had overcome her. Taking the next step had to be a decision made carefully. She wasn’t sure if she really was ready to be his girlfriend. They hadn’t even dated yet. And Clark couldn’t just go out with a woman, he had to consider what this meant for his daughter. Becca wouldn’t happily accept her father’s girlfriend. This left a nagging thought within her.
“Does this mean that Becca has the final say?” she asked, incredulously. “You would turn away from me if Becca cannot accept me?” Lois fearfully waited for his answer; she already imagined his hurtful nod. This couldn’t be! He couldn’t let his seven-year-old daughter make such life-altering decisions. Children had to do what their parents wanted, Lois thought helplessly. She didn’t want to depend on the grace of a child that had hated her until very recently. She was an adult and had the right to decide what was going to happen and what wasn’t.
*And what about Becca?* her conscience screamed. *Isn’t it her life as well?*
A younger Lois would have slapped this Lois’s face. What would her life have been like if her father had been forced to ask her permission before staying away all night and leaving them completely? Wouldn’t have Lois wanted to bar her mother from becoming an alcoholic?
“I’m not sure, Lois. I don’t want to have Becca tell me whether I’m allowed to love you or not. You and me, we have to think about this next step. And I want Becca to know about this before anyone decides anything about her future. She deserves this much honesty. Tomorrow I will tell her that I’m in love with you,” Clark said softly. “Please understand me.”
“I do,” Lois replied hoarsely. “But you’ll have to make up for this, Clark.” She grinned. “And it won’t be easy, buster.”
to be continued...
