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. And for those of you who have any recollection at all of me trying to get the picture of my son off my phone for the last several months [the only picture I have of him from the hospital last summer] I FINALLY DID!!! WOOHOO! I know it's not a big deal to most but it is to me
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Thanks again to Kathy!
Last time:
He kept his arm around her and their faces were close together as they walked towards the check-in desk. He kissed her lightly, repeatedly, as they waited their turn to check-in.
"Honey, I think I'm going to go over to the gift shop," she said, walking her fingers up his arm.
He leaned in close to her. "Okay, but that's Harrington over there in the black wingback chair, talking to the waitress so you probably can't get any clothes or anything," he whispered.
She sighed. "Maybe I'll just stay with you and send you down to get me something... pretty later." She rested her head on his shoulder and suddenly wished that this was the real thing.
*~*5*~*Clark sighed as Lois rested her head on his shoulder while they waited for the elevator.
They'd put on a good show for the lobby – happy and in love. Honeymooners. If the porter was still upstairs when they got there, they'd have to put on a good show there, too.
"Mr. and Mrs. Lane?"
Clark turned to see another well-dressed porter. "Yes?" he asked.
The man held up a video camera. "I'm here to document carrying her over the threshold," he told them with a smile. "Kiss for the camera?"
Clark glanced at Lois. She was doing her best to keep the annoyed look off her face. "Think about it, sweetums. We'll always have a record of you carrying me over the threshold. Isn't that grand?" How she managed to say that without actually clenching her teeth was beyond him.
Fortunately, the elevator chose that moment to return to the main floor. The porter put his key in the slot and turned the elevator into an express, heading straight to their floor. There must have been some kind of signal because the large double doors to the honeymoon suite were situated directly across from the elevator and were wide open. The porter who had been riding with them exited quickly to get into place.
"Pick her up," he instructed.
"Don’t you dare drop me, sugarlips," Lois muttered.
Clark grinned, scooping her into his arms. "Never." He turned his head to kiss her lightly as he walked into the suite. He set her gently on her feet. "Now, you two can get out of here, right?" he asked both porters, handing over two five dollar bills to one of them. He'd have to remember to write that down for reimbursement.
They both left in a hurry, shutting the door behind them.
"Alone at last," Lois said, flopping onto the couch.
"Now to get the surveillance equipment set up." Clark picked up the bag of equipment and set it on the bed in the other room. "Too bad we didn't bring swimsuits," he called seeing the gigantic heart shaped Jacuzzi.
"Why is that?" she asked, joining him in the bedroom. "Ah," she said, seeing what he'd seen. She picked up a tripod. "Where's the best place to put this stuff?"
Clark heard something outside the door and glanced that way. He groaned as he realized they'd forgotten the 'do not disturb' sign. He tossed the equipment on the bed, covering it with the comforter. But...
"Trust me," he said, grabbing Lois by the waist and tossing her as gently as he could onto the bed.
He covered her body with his own, his lips automatically finding hers. Her startled gasp dissipated as she kissed him back, her hands winding their way around his neck.
He was aware of the door opening, but he barely heard something about towels before the door shut again. He pulled back, resting his forehead on hers, both of them breathing heavily. He started to move away from her when he heard the door opening again.
"Kiss me again," she whispered, pulling him back towards her.
He gladly obliged, trying desperately to remember that this was all part of the pretense.
"Clark Lane, I didn't know you had it in you," an amused voice from behind them said.
Together they broke off the kiss and he stumbled backwards off the bed, extending a hand to help Lois up. He took a deep breath and turned. "Cat. Always a pleasure."
The auburn haired gossip columnist tossed her hair lightly and laughed. "And who is this?"
"Lois Kent," Lois told her, holding out a hand.
Cat shook it. "Nice to meet you. Thanks for saving the big guy," she added, inclining her head towards Clark.
Clark had moved the comforter and started checking the equipment. "The maid was coming in with more towels," he said refusing to look at them.
Cat grinned. "He's a great kisser, isn't he?" she asked Lois, sotto voce.
He glanced up enough to see Lois turning bright red and looking more than a bit annoyed. "What office is it we're spying on, Cat?"
She sauntered to the window and pointed to a window a couple of floors below. "Right there." She glanced at her watch. "They should be back in half an hour or so."
"Um, Clark?" Lois asked, quietly. "Can I borrow something of yours until I can get some stuff of my own?"
Clark looked over at her to see that one side of her shirt and pants were soaking wet.
"What happened?"
She held up her empty water bottle. "I was taking a drink when you tossed me on the bed."
He cringed. "Sorry."
She shrugged. "It's no problem, I just don't have anything to change into."
"Help yourself."
He could hear her rummaging through his suitcase before she headed into the bathroom. "Are you sticking around?" he asked Cat as she helped him finish with the equipment.
She shook her head. "I have a thing to go to downstairs. I just wanted to make sure you got everything set up and were looking in the right place." She turned to saunter back out of the room. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she called over her shoulder.
"Don't worry," he muttered.
"Don't worry about what?"
Clark looked up to see her standing there in one of his blue dress shirts. The front was tucked into a pair of his sleep shorts. They were rolled at the waist, several times, leaving most her legs bare to his gaze.
She looked down at herself. "What?"
He leaned back against the window and looked her up and down. "My clothes have never, ever looked that good."
She looked slightly uncomfortable. "You, um, didn't have any T-shirts or anything in there so..."
"No, it's fine. Really." He walked towards her. "You know, one of these days we're going to have to have a wedding night where we actually get to make-out without anyone walking in on us."
Lois headed towards the living area. "On our next wedding night, we're going to be doing a lot more than making out," she told him.
In a flash, he was behind her, holding her to him. "I hope so," he whispered huskily as he brushed a kiss along the base of her neck.
He could feel her tense up a bit. "Clark..."
He relaxed his hold on her. "There's no expectations here tonight. You know that, right?"
She hesitated before nodding. "I know."
"But..." he prompted.
She moved out of his arms and wandered towards the minibar. "But that kiss..."
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TBC
