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Okay, here's the end. Thanks to Labby's plea for submissions for getting my rear in gear. The end may be kinda hokie - but ah well . It hasn't been beta'd or anything like that [though I may send it over to you Alisha before I send it to Labby ]. See the end for more notes .


From Part 4
She nodded. "Clark..." She stopped unsure of what exactly she was going to say. The emotion of the last few days came over her and tears sprung to her eyes. "I love you, Clark. I don't know how to convince you that I love all of you and not just the super part, but I do."

Part 5

"I believe you." The answer was quiet. "I don't know why, but I do." He sighed. "You made a valid point last night about the whole loving one part of me but not the other. I'd never thought of it that way before and you were absolutely right."

He stood and crossed the room to stand beside her chair. He held out a hand and she took it. He pulled her into his arms and they just stood there for a long time.

"So now what?" Lois sighed, resting her head on his shoulder, reveling in the feeling of his arms around her.

"Dinner?"

"I never did send you for takeout last night, did I?"

Clark chuckled. "Wherever you want."

A thought occurred to Lois and she pulled back, but not completely out of his embrace. "You fink!" She smacked his chest with one hand.

"What?" Clark was puzzled.

"When we were working on the Messenger thing... you brought Chinese from China, didn't you?"

Clark nodded, feeling only slightly guilty. "Yeah."

"Are languages one of your super powers too, or is a good horse really part of the family?"

Clark laughed. "I have an eidetic memory and a... gift, I guess you'd call it for languages. I remember pretty much everything I see or hear. So I can read, write and converse in a lot of languages."

"How many?" Lois narrowed her eyes at him. "Truth, Clark."

He grinned sheepishly. "347."

Lois gulped and rested her forehead against his chest. "Wow. I barely passed French in high school. Why do you think I did a foreign exchange thing in Ireland? I figured I could handle that."

Clark laughed. "A good horse is like part of the family, you know."

"You would know, farmboy." She thought for a minute. "That article you gave Perry – the one about the geckos... what language did you write that in?"

He looked embarrassed. "It was an Austronesian dialect."

"A what?"

"Austronesian languages are spoken in parts of Southeast Asia and the Pacific islands."

"Um... Clark?"

"Yeah?"

"Why didn't you give Perry something written in English?"

Clark threw back his head and laughed. "I was lucky I was *speaking* English, Lois. I was in an interview with *Perry White*, venerable editor of the Daily Planet, reporting *legend*. I practically broke his hand when I shook it because I was having such a hard time controlling myself."

"Well, you made quite a first impression on him. He was chewing paava leaves for weeks. He said you gave him the idea. Something about New Zealand..." Lois trailed off. She really hadn't paid that much attention.

Clark chuckled again. "New Guinea. A tribe in New Guinea uses paava leaves to help with blood pressure problems." He used one finger to lift her chin so that he could look straight in her eyes. "And then this brunette whirlwind came in, and I'm lucky she didn't literally sweep me off my feet. It was all I could do not to float right then and there. I was actually a foot off the ground the first time I saw you at the ball."

"You were?" Lois asked softly, amazed by the look in his eyes. A look of what could only be described as love.

He nodded. "It's a good thing Jimmy isn't an investigative journalist yet. You looked beautiful," he finished huskily.

Lois smiled. "Thank you. I really wasn't very nice to you that night. You were my date or escort or whatever term I wanted to use and I didn't even dance with you."

Clark released her from his arms. "There's no time like the present to rectify that."

He flickered in front of her and she heard the soft strains of 'Fly Me to the Moon'. He held out one hand and bowed slightly at the waist. "May I have the pleasure of this dance?"

She nodded as she took his hand and stepped back into his arms. "I love this song."

"I know," he whispered. "I heard it playing when I flew over the other night. You were singing with it."

Lois blushed. "I'm not singing tonight."

"Will you sing for me some other time? You have a beautiful voice, you know?"

She nodded. "So... Nigerian princess, huh?"

Clark looked puzzled at her sudden change of topic. "What?"

"A Nigerian princess taught you to dance, right?"

"Yes. But Lois?"

She looked at him quizzically.

"This isn't dancing," he whispered softly in her ear.

"No?" she whispered back.

"This is."

He floated them a foot off the ground and began to twirl her around the room. Her gasp made him smile.

"She didn't teach you this, did she?"

Clark smiled at her. "No. I thought this up all on my own, but it seems the most natural way to dance with you."

Lois laughed softly. "Clark, only you would think dancing in mid-air is 'natural'."

They continued to twirl around the room, silently enjoying the feel of being in each other's arms.

All too soon, the music came to an end and Lois pulled back slightly, but not too much, because they were still in midair.

Clark gently laid one hand on the side of her face and lowered his lips onto hers. Her arms slid around his neck and he wrapped both of his around her and pulled her closer to him.

Long minutes later, Clark finally lost altitude landing on the couch with Lois lying on top of him. She laid her head on his chest.

"Wow," she whispered breathlessly.

"Yeah," Clark whispered back. "Wow."

She giggled. "You know for two people who make their living with words, we're not doing so well."

Clark gently caressed her back with one hand. "You take my breath away, Lois. I can barely breathe when you kiss me like that much less string two coherent words together."

"Um, Clark." She leaned up so she could see his eyes.

"What?"

"You kissed me."

"Oh. Right." He winked at her. "Okay. When *we* kiss like that... I can barely breathe."

"You mean when we kiss like this?" Lois pushed herself slightly forward so that she could reach his lips and kissed him again.

Clark moaned and wrapped his arms tighter around her, tangling one hand in her hair. After a long moment, he loosened his grip on her slightly, running the other hand up and down her back.

On one such trip, his hand incidentally slid under her T-shirt. He heard her gasp slightly as his hand came in contact with the soft skin of her lower back.

With another groan, he pulled back from her. "Lois, I think this is where we need to stop."

She rested her forehead against his. "What if I don't want to?" She kissed him again lightly.

He gave himself over to the kiss, but only for a brief moment. "Not yet, Lois."

"Not yet?"

Clark groaned and in a blur had rearranged them on the couch, so they were sitting, her back to his chest, his arms wrapped around her. "Not yet, love." He kissed her hair. "I love you, and God only knows how long I've dreamed of making love with you, but not yet."

"Why not, Clark?"

"You really want to jump straight in the sack with me? We haven't even been on a date yet."

Lois sighed. "You're right."

He kissed her hair again. "I know."

She twisted so that she could look him in the eye. "I do want to jump straight in the sack with you."

"What?"

"Okay, that's not how I would have phrased it but... yeah." She kissed him softly, then settled back into the circle of his arms. "Clark, I've... slept with other guys. Okay, not really. I've... had sex before. A couple of times. But I've never actually *slept* with anyone before until the other night. I mean, I've only ever *slept* with you, but that's not the point. I told you about..." She took a deep breath and went on. "... Claude. We went out a couple of times, I told him I loved him, he... had sex with me. Three times and then he stole my story and told everyone what a cold fish I was and how I wasn't worth the time." Tears threatened.

Clark tightened his hold on her slightly, wishing desperately to meet the creep in a dark alley. He wasn't sure exactly what the relevance was, why Lois was discussing in some detail her sexual history, but he was sure there was a point somewhere.

"There's been... a couple of other guys over the years. In high school, a couple guys in college, but we never had sex. The minute I told them I loved them or thought I loved them, that was the only thing on their minds and that wasn't something I was ready for at that point. I thought I was with Claude but..." She shrugged. "I told you I loved you and a tiny little part of me was thinking 'here it comes, Clark's going to want to have sex with me'. And that thought didn't scare me in the slightest. And here you are, saying you want to wait. Which is fine," she was quick to add. "You told me all the reasons why there aren't any little Clarks or Clarkettes running around out there and I understand them and I respect them and why you would want to wait, but this is the first time in my life that I've told a man that I loved him and he loved me back."

She studied his hands, her fingers running gently over the arms that held her.

"And I do love you, Clark. Any other man would have had sex with me last weekend while I was under the influence of the pheromone." She smiled slightly. "Well, any other man would have been under the influence of the pheromone too, but that's beside the point. If I'd gone to anyone else's house, done the..." she cringed. "...dance of the seven veils after throwing myself at him all day for two days while I was half drunk or something and we probably would have... you know, several times, but you... you were a perfect gentleman. At least until the next morning when you said if I wanted you, you were mine."

"I don't think I would have gone through with it," he told her quietly.

"I know. And you backed off immediately when I made it clear that I was no longer interested." She sighed and snuggled slightly back into his chest. "Though looking back, I have no idea why that is. But the fact remains... right now, I would like to – as you so eloquently put it – jump in the sack with you."

Clark laughed slightly. "Believe me, part of me would like nothing more than to do that, but if it's all the same to you, I think I'd rather wait until we can make it special. Perfect."

Lois giggled. "Clark, we're already in the honeymoon suite."

He laughed with her. "But we're not married. We're not even engaged. We haven't even been on a date yet."

"Do you want to wait until we get married?" Lois asked quietly, then threw up her hands in exasperation. "Can you believe this? Me. Lois Lane. Talking about getting married."

Clark smiled. "I won't tell," he whispered conspiratorially. "No one would believe me anyway."

She smacked his arm lightly.

"I don't know about married, but maybe until we're engaged at least."

"It's that old-fashioned Midwestern values thing, isn't it?"

"No, not really. Just something I promised myself a long time ago – that I wouldn't take that... lightly and though I never actually articulated it, I always figured we – whoever the other half of 'we' was – would wait at least until we were engaged, if not married." He grinned wickedly. "However, since I *can* fly and Vegas is open 24 hours, I was never planning on a long engagement."

Lois laughed. "I bet you weren't." They sat in silence for a minute. "So we wait?" she asked quietly.

"If that's okay with you."

She nodded. "It's sweet, really. It's nice to know that you respect me – respect us. It's probably going to be frustrating as hell and require a lot of cold showers, but..."

"I was already planning a trip or two to the Arctic for a swim."

"Superman's version of a cold shower, huh?"

He nodded. "I took a few trips last week during the pheromone debacle."

"So... waiting... it's not because you don't want to?" Lois voiced the fear that had been niggling at the back of her mind since the kiss stopped and conversation started.

"Lois, you have no idea how much I want to, but I want to wait until we're both sure – until we're in a fully committed relationship, committed to each other for life, even if we haven't actually taken vows yet."

Lois opened her mouth to say something but was stopped by a knock on the door. "Who is it?"

Clark glanced at the door. "The manager."

Lois stood to open the door and Clark picked his glasses up off of the floor where they'd landed at some point during their make out session. Lois glanced at him to make sure they were firmly in place then opened the door.

"Can I help you?"

The gentleman shifted nervously on his feet. "Mr. and Mrs. Kent?"

Lois shrugged.

"May I come in?"

Lois stood aside as the gentleman walked in and then shut the door behind him. She moved to stand by Clark.

"Um... Mr. and Mrs. Kent, I would like to apologize for what happened earlier today. It is not standard for our hotel, I assure you."

Clark smiled at the man. "It's okay. Nothing is missing and no one was hurt."

"Still... We'd like to make it up to you. We'd like to offer you the honeymoon suite for the rest of the weekend – another three nights – as a way to make it up to you."

Lois looked at the floor and Clark cleared his throat nervously, then he spoke. "That's very generous of you, but... um... we're not actually married."

He looked puzzled. "You're not?"

They both shook their heads.

"But you registered as 'Clark and Lois Kent', correct?"

They nodded.

"Then that's a problem."

"What is?"

"There's an old New Troy law... it was just brought to my attention yesterday actually. The Metropolis Star did an article on it last week and my night manager researched it to make sure so that we can warn people..." He took a deep breath. "There's an old New Troy law that says if a couple registers at a hotel as a married couple, then legally, they are married."

"WHAT?!" the two reporters exclaimed.

He nodded. "I'm afraid so. It's a legally binding marriage. Just as if you'd flown off to Vegas."

Lois and Clark shared a look at that.

Lois was the first to speak again. "So, legally, I'm Clark's wife?"

The manager nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

She pressed. "So, if we didn't want to be married anymore, we'd have to get a divorce?"

He shrugged. "Either that or an annulment I suppose – if you meet the criteria for that, but don't ask me what the criteria are. I just know that you have to meet certain requirements for an annulment instead of a divorce." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Anyway, the room is yours for the weekend if you want it." He turned to let himself out. "Um... have a good night." He shut the door behind him.

"Wow." Clark was the first one to speak.

Lois turned at grinned wickedly at him. "So, Mr. Kent. What was that you were saying about wanting to wait until we were engaged or even married?"

"Lo-is," Clark groaned.

She shrugged, the picture of wide-eyed innocence. "What? I just found out that I got married this week. And I'm in the honeymoon suite of the Lexor Hotel with the man I love, the man I've just realized this week that I want to spend the rest of my life with." She closed the distance between them. "It's legal. I'm your wife." She reached out and ran a finger down his chest, stopping to grab the stomach of his T-shirt and tug her towards him. Her voice dropped an octave. "You're my husband." She felt his hands on her waist, holding her lightly against him. "And I want to make love with you on our honeymoon."

He grinned down at her. "Well, when you put it that way..." One hand came up to stroke her face. "Are you sure about this, Lois?"

She nodded. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she whispered.

"The bedroom is still a mess. Do you want me to go clean it up real quick?"

Lois glanced through the door at the other room. "No. The only thing in there I care about at the moment is the bed and it's rumpled, but otherwise looks like it's in pretty good shape."

Clark grinned down at her. "It *is* a big bed..."

She giggled. "... how 'bout we share?"

"Exactly what I had in mind," he whispered huskily as he lowered his mouth to hers and wrapped his arms more tightly around her, lifting them both off the ground and floating them towards the room where revelations had taken place and now dreams would come true.

fin

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Bottom Dweller's Notes:

The old New Troy law is still law in some states - or was a few years ago - and was the basis/jumping off points for my Lois and Clark and the IRS [hey it was my first fic - go easy on me ] and Erin Klingler's The Accidental Husband. When I was trying to figure out how to marry them off so I could get them back in that big bed, it came to me as the solution. Is it the best way to start a marriage? No, probably not, but at least they won't have to worry about a proposal from a megalomaniacal sociopath or the 'love you as an ordinary man' bit.