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Part 35

Part 36

Thursday late morning

Clark walked into the freight elevator at Daily Books still in somewhat of a daze.

Lois told Mayson you were engaged. Lois wants to marry you.

It was so obvious. Why hadn’t he thought of it?

Ah, Kent, you aren’t always the best at reading Lois’s signs.

He wished he had asked Mayson when it was that Lois had told her they were engaged. But he hadn’t wanted to press his luck by giving her the impression that he really didn’t know anything about it.

“Hey, CK!” Jimmy greeted him with more enthusiasm than usual. “So, what did you think of Lois’s sister, Lucy? Do you think she’ll go out with me?”

Huh? What? Jimmy wants to date Lucy? Yeah! Take her, Jimbo! She’s available every night this week. Keep her, even! You and Lois wouldn’t mind. You’ll even volunteer to bring her stuff over to his apartment now… this very minute.

Clark blinked his eyes trying to calm his racing brain. “What?” He couldn’t possibly have heard his friend properly. He and Lois didn’t have good luck, only bad luck.

“What. Did. You. Think. Of. Lucy. Lane?” Jimmy asked slowly.

“I don’t know. She kind of descended on us during dinner and kicked me out,” Clark told him.

You really don’t know when to shut up, do you, Kent? Tell him she’s beautiful and available.

“She did?” Jimmy said, sounding worried.

“No, not really,” Clark tried to clarify with a reassuring smile. “They wanted to talk and I gave them some space.”

Not technically, but a better spin on things.

“She’s so beautiful,” Jimmy gushed, his cheeks turning slightly pink. “I’ve had butterfingers all morning since meeting her. Do you think it’s too soon to ask her out?”

“No!” Clark told him too quickly.

“No? I shouldn’t ask her out?” Jimmy asked dejected.

“Yes! Ask her out. For tonight even. Show her the sights of Metropolis. Nobody knows the city like you do,” Clark suggested, hoping he didn’t sound too eager. He started taking the boxes off of his cart. Then Jimmy’s words sunk into the fog inside his brain. “You met Lucy this morning?”

Jimmy grinned, clearly ecstatic at Clark’s approval, as he cut open another box. “Yeah. Lois brought her by. She had told me that if Lucy ever came to Metropolis she’d introduce me and Lois lived up to her promise. That’s some girlfriend you have there, CK. Lois even convinced Perry to give Lucy a job. You know, to replace Sarah.”

Clark’s eyes widened in shock. “Lucy is moving to Metropolis?”

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

“Yeah, isn’t it great? She’s moving in with Lois. Didn’t Lois tell you?”

No! No! No! No! You knew the Fates would be pulling the rug out from under your good luck, but this is just plain cruel.

“Must have slipped her mind,” Clark choked out. He and Lois were never going to consummate their relationship. He would never be able to spend the night with Lois again? Sleep with her in his arms? Where and when would they be able to make love? Not at his folks’ apartment. No, not a good idea. Not at her apartment either, it seemed.

AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!

“Oh, wait!” Jimmy started patting his pockets. “Lois left me a message to give to you. She said she tried calling you at home but you had already left for work.” Finally, he pulled out a note and handed it to Clark.

Clark’s heart pounded against his ribs as he reached for the note.

What is Lois going to say? Is it a note of apology? Or a note of condolence?

He broke the seal on the back of the envelope and pulled out the card.

Morning, Sexy! Lois wrote. Clark liked the vein of this note already. Have Kal fly you to NYC. Meet me for lunch at the boat pond, Central Park, Noon. I’ll supply the food. Lois

Was it just a trick of his imagination or had he heard the cracking of his ribs as his heart nearly exploded from his chest?

What in the world was Lois doing in New York City?

Clark glanced down at his watch. Eleven thirty. His trip to the D.A.’s office had messed with his typical delivery schedule and he was here much later than usual. Clark quickly emptied his cart and returned to the freight elevator. He had a few more carts of boxes to bring inside before he could break for lunch. “Take my advice, Jimmy, ask Lucy out. Do you need her phone number?”

Jimmy eyes glowed. “No. Lois convinced Perry to start Lucy today, so she’s coming back here at noon and working until eight tonight.”

This day is getting better and better. Lois told Mayson you’re engaged, meaning she wants to marry you. You discovered a way to get the rumors of her and Superman out of the press. Lois wants to meet you for a romantic lunch in Central Park. Lucy will be away from the apartment until at least eight tonight. Lots of time to do things between four and eight.

Even if he tried, Clark would not have been able to remove the grin from his face.

***

Lois paced nervously at the boat pond. Did Clark get her message? Would he be available to meet her for lunch? Had she made this trip to NYC for nothing? She glanced at the clock over at the mini boat rental booth again. Five minutes to noon.

You’ve been pacing for fifteen minutes already, Lois. Sit down. He’s not supposed to meet you for at least five minutes.

Her hands were sweating and she wiped them on her skirt. All of a sudden she heard a familiar swoosh in the sky. She wasn’t the only one to look up.

“What was that?” Lois heard people around her wonder.

Ah, those naïve New Yorkers. Don’t they know Superman when they hear him?

Lois smiled. She didn’t have to wonder. She knew. Her boyfriend was on his way. She ran her fingers over her hair and picked up the bag with their picnic supplies in it. How long would it take…?

“Hi,” said Clark breathlessly from behind her. “Am I late?”

Never! Five minutes early too. Loving this man, Lois! Loving this man!

Lois’s smile grew into a full-blown grin as her bag slid from her hand and she enveloped him into her arms, pressing the kiss onto his lips that had been burning inside her since the night before. Clark relaxed into her embrace and eagerly returned it.

Um…. Lois. I hate to interrupt, but aren’t you on a time schedule here? Doesn’t he have to be back on the job within an hour?

Lois pressed her hands against Clark’s chest, dragging her lips from his. Right. Schedule. No distractions. Must follow her plan. “I can’t do this anymore,” she breathed, her heart racing. She didn’t want to stop kissing Clark. She wanted to push him onto the grass and tear off his clothes.

Later. Stick to the plan.

Right. Later. If everything worked out, she would be making love to Clark whenever she liked.

Well, not whenever… you would still need to eat, go to work, sleep… but other than that… sure, that sounds good… in your spare time... every single minute of it.

“Come on. We need to talk,” she said, picking up the bag with the picnic stuff and then taking hold of his hand.

“I’d rather kiss,” he murmured, bringing her back to his lips.

Lois allowed another minute of kissing before her inner voice reminded her again of their time schedule.

“I don’t want to stop,” Clark whispered.

Me either!

“We don’t have time to keep this up, Clark. Let’s eat lunch,” Lois told him, dragging him away from the boat pond and towards the lawns of grass. She spread out the blanket onto the grass and started to unpack the food.

Clark lay down next to her and plucked a green grape off the bunch she had just unloaded and put it between his lips. Lois released a moan of desire, causing him to smile. He picked another grape with a wicked grin, set it between his teeth and glanced at her with bouncing eyebrows.

Lois attacked him for a bite of grape, pushing him down onto the blanket. He didn’t seem to mind and actually deepened the kiss.

Clark rolled her over, so that he was lying on top of her. “Let’s forget about lunch and go find a room.”

No! You can’t make love to him. Not now!

Lois pushed his chest. “No, Clark. I can’t… you can’t… Let’s eat and talk. I’ve got some pasta salad.”

Clark groaned, sitting up. “You’re killing me. Don’t you know what pasta does to me?”

She grinned at him evilly.

Oh, does it? You too. I see carb fest at the Kent household for many years to come.

Lois pulled out some paper plates and piled them with sandwiches, pasta salad, chips, and fruit that Clark started to laugh.

“Hungry, Lois?” he asked taking his plate.

She gave him a desirous, slow burn of a gaze as a moan of longing escaped from deep within her that he set down his plate and kissed her again. Food forgotten, they again laid down on the blanket.

Um… Lois, I hate to interrupt, again… but don’t forget that you and Clark are out in public, not in the privacy of a room…

Lois pushed Clark’s hand off her thigh and scrambled back to a sitting position, moving as far away from him as possible and still be on the blanket. She straightened her skirt and hair again and picked up her lunch. “I can’t do this anymore,” she told him again.

You’ve got to stop saying that to him or he will think you mean something else.

“Neither can I,” Clark agreed, pulling himself up on his elbow.

Or not.

He tilted down his glasses and looked at her from over the top of them. “Which is why we should go find a room.”

Oh, not those gorgeous eyes. Does he not know what those beautiful, vibrant, radiant eyes do to you?

Lois smiled at him, scooting farther away. “Stop it.”

He grinned and batted his eyelashes innocently.

Ooooh. Evil, evil man. He does know.

“Clark.” Lois could not be so close to him without touching him. She placed a hand on his shin. “If we start…” She swallowed.

“If?” he inquired again with that charming smile of his.

She cleared her throat. “When we start…” Taking a deep breath, she plowed on ahead. “I won’t be able to stop.”

That smile grew larger. “Who wants you to stop?”

Her hand grabbed hold of his pants as she closed her eyes and counted to ten, trying to stop the blood rushing to her skin, to her extremities, making his very touch irresistible. She flashed open her eyes. “No. I mean for hours.”

“Hours?”

Hours? Don’t you mean days?

Lois’s voice grew deeper as she fixed her gaze on him. “Countless hours.”

Clark gulped. “Oh.”

“So we need to talk,” she said, letting go of his pants leg. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath, reviewing her prepared statement in her mind. “You love me, don’t you, Clark?”

“Since the first moment you looked at me and rolled your eyes at Cat. Yes.”

Lois opened her eyes and swallowed. He was giving her that expression of ravishing her again.

He’s not making this any easier.

She stood up and started to pace.

Clark continued to lie on the blanket as his eyes followed her.

“And would you still love me if I came into a lot of money? Lots and lots of money?” She wrung her hands together, not able to look at him.

He sat up, his face abruptly serious. “Lois, did you do something illegal?”

“Of course not!” she said, pressing her lips together.

Clark relaxed and drew his his knees to his chest. “Are you expecting to come into some money?”

“You never know!” she replied vaguely. “Would that change the way you feel about me?”

He chuckled. “I don’t think you’d let money change who you are inside. So, no, it wouldn’t stop how I feel about you.”

She sighed a breath of relief.

“Hhmmm, dating a rich girlfriend. I could get used to that. Would that make me your kept man?” He grinned.

Lois rolled her eyes and moved on with her questions. “And would you still love me if ever I got sick? I mean really, really sick. You’d still love me?”

His snickers disappeared as his serious expression returned. “Lois? Are you all right?”

She nodded nervously, still not looking at him.

“Of course, Lois. Nothing could stop me from loving you.” Clark shifted to his knees and took hold of her arm, stopping her pacing. “Are you sick?”

Lois waved his question out of the air.

“Lois?”

She turned and faced him. “Do you age, Clark?”

“Excuse me?” he asked and raised a curious brow.

Lois knelt down next to him, taking his hands in hers, lowering her voice, “I know you’re strong and invulnerable, but does that mean you won’t get older?”

“I don’t know, Lois. I never thought about it. I came here as a baby and I’ve aged regularly since then, but now?” Clark shrugged. “I don’t know what a Kryptonian’s life expectancy would be here on Earth.”

She placed her hands on his face, looking deep into those eyes. “Would you still love me when I’m old, grey, and frail, stooped with age, and speckled with liver spots, if you still looked as you do today? Would you want to leave me and be with a younger woman with your liveliness, energy, spirit, and youth?” She swallowed. “Someone still attractive like you?”

Clark cupped her jaw with his palm. “You say that like you could ever be unattractive, Lois, which is impossible. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met and I will love you forever. It doesn’t matter how you or I might change with age or even if you or I should die. I will never be able to stop loving you.”

Lois stared him straight into the eyes, her racing heart clogging her throat.

Okay, Lois, now for the sixty-four thousand dollar question.

She swallowed her heart down with a gulp. “Then marry me.”

Ah, Lois, you forgot to word that in the form of a question.

A smile brightened his entire face. “I thought you’d never ask.”

You didn’t… Oh! Oh! Oh! Her inner voice was practically hyperventilating. That was a yes! Oh, Lois, he wants to marry you! Kiss him, girl. Kiss him!

But before Lois could, Clark closed the small gap between them and took possession of her lips. Kissing Clark had always been the most sensual experience of her life. How could the Man of Steel have lips so soft and warm, hands so gentle, and a tongue…? Heat radiated throughout her body as her cells tried to join with his through her clothes, through his many layers.

Lois’s inner voice cleared her throat again. Um, Lois. I hate to interrupt. But Clark has to be back at work soon and you need to finish your plan or you can’t make love with him tomorrow.

Lois jumped to her feet, grabbing all the food and dumping everything in containers back into the bag, throwing everything else away.

“Lois?” Clark asked, a startled expression covering his face. “What’s wrong?”

She shot him a grin. “Nothing. I just have some paperwork for you to fill out.” She pushed him off the blanket, folded it up, and stuffed it into the bag as well. She held out her hand to Clark. “Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“To get our marriage license, of course.”

***

Clark floated back down to his truck and spun back into his MDS uniform.

You’re engaged! You are not only engaged, you are practically married. Lois made you sign up for a marriage license. Right there on the spot in NYC. And a marriage license in the state of New York was only valid for sixty days. You and Lois will be married – husband and wife – in less than two months.

He was having difficulty keeping his feet on the ground.

It’s not even October and it feels like Christmas has already come!

Clark’s brow furrowed. New York City? That would mean the marriage license was only valid in the State of New York. He and Lois would be getting married in NYC? Why did Lois want to get married in New York? Why not Metropolis? Why not Smallville? He had forgotten to ask and she hadn’t supplied any answers. Was this what Ellen Lane had meant that she couldn’t make it to Metropolis? Was this what she meant when she congratulated him? Had Lois already told her folks that she wanted to marry him?

Well, Clark knew Lois had already told his. Lois had Clark’s birth certificate and her birth certificate with her. Clark’s birth certificate had been issued upon his adoption. No one had claimed a missing baby found in Smallville and, within the year, he had been officially Clark Jerome Kent, legal child of Martha and Jonathan Kent.

Clark hurried to finish his deliveries. Bringing people their packages more quickly than ever, he made it back to the MDS Processing Center with his truck by three thirty. He was about to clock out and rush over to Lois’s for an evening of celebratory engagement bliss – Lucy was at work and hopefully going out with Jimmy afterwards – so he and Lois would have her apartment to themselves.

“Yo, Kent!” one of his bosses called out to him.

“Yes?” Clark said, wondering what was wrong. Had he missed a package in his enthusiasm to head to Lois’s?

“You’re dating Lois Lane, right?”

A grin slipped onto Clark’s face, erasing any annoyance that might have been there because of how his boss knew who his girlfriend was. He was just too happy about their engagement to do anything but grin. “Yes.”

“These packages just arrived for her. I’ll let you sign for them and take them now, so you don’t have to wait for them tomorrow,” his boss said with chortle, handing him a medium-sized square box that could easily hold a basketball and an MDS shipping envelope.

O-K. That was strange.

“Thanks,” Clark responded, signing the log and taking the packages.

“See you Tuesday, Kent,” the man replied with a wave.

Clark froze. “You mean tomorrow. It isn’t a holiday weekend.”

His boss tossed him a wicked grin. “Your girlfriend telephoned earlier and asked if you could take Friday and Monday off. Guess she has some secret plans for you.” The man eyebrows went up and down, naughtily. “I can’t believe it. You beat out Superman for Lois Lane. You.”

Clark shrugged sheepishly and carried the packages out of MDS Processing Center.

***

Clark pulled his keys to Lois’s apartment out of his pocket. He had practically – okay, he had flown here. But he landed in that alley two blocks away and stomped the rest of the way. What was up with Lois? Calling his boss and requesting that they give him two days off? Just because they were officially engaged didn’t mean she could…

He stopped before putting the key into the lock and started to laugh. Was he actually mad because she was controlling his life without his permission?

Isn’t that the same thing you keep doing to her? Waking her up in the middle of the night to take her to your folks’ without asking? Assigning her bodyguards to escort her to Luthor’s part without telling her first? Taking her to her father’s for a medical review without her okay?

The door opened and Lois stared at him.

Clark saw her puzzled expression and laughed harder. Through his laughter he managed to say, “MDS. Delivery!” And he held out the packages his boss had given him.

“Oh, thanks, Clark,” Lois said, taking the packages and moving away from the door.

He followed her inside, shutting the door and taking off his glasses to wipe his eyes.

“Something funny?” she asked, setting the big box on her coffee table and opening the smaller one.

He waved off her question as he shook his head.

You had to be there.

“Oh, good. They arrived. I was afraid I’d they wouldn’t arrive in time,” Lois said, tossing the envelope onto her desk.

Clark glanced over at her desk curiously. Then he moved his gaze over to Lois. His laughter suddenly disappeared as he realized they were alone and she had asked him to marry her.

Actually, she told you to marry her.

He swooped her into his arms and pressed a kiss onto her lips. Lois eagerly accepted his embrace. Clark backed up to the futon and fell onto the couch cushioning their fall with a bit of levitation. He pushed on the back of the sofa, but it didn’t budge.

“The first thing we’re going to buy is a proper bed,” Clark mumbled.

Lois lifted her head with a chuckle. “What? Hating the futon?” Then she glanced off the side of him. “Are you happy to see me? Or do you always float when you fall into bed?”

“I’m happy to see you.” He reached up and kissed her. “I was especially happy to hear that Daily Book’s newest employee will be working until eight tonight.” He wrapped his arms around Lois and turned them over in midair, so that he was on top and then gently lay them down on the sofa.

“Clark,” Lois mumbled between kisses. “Do you remember what I said at the park this afternoon?”

Clark grinned. “Something about the most beautiful woman in the universe wanting to marry me.”

“Before that,” Lois said, still kissing him. Actually, her kisses were making it impossible for him to concentrate or put together a coherent thought.

When he didn’t – or more correctly couldn’t – answer, she continued, “I told you we needed hours.”

Clark had a vague recollection of her saying ‘hours’ about something. “We have four until Lucy gets off shift – more if Jimmy takes her out afterwards,” he told her, kissing down her neck towards her chest. She moaned her approval, so he figured he must be doing something right. He started to unbutton her blouse, but she set her hand on his to stop him.

“Countless hours,” she murmured. She sighed and then pushed him gently on his chest and he floated up enough for her to sit up and then he sat down next to her.

“Countless hours?” he repeated.

She smiled and nudged him. “Days would really be better.”

Clark gulped. “Days?”

Lois wants to make love to you for days?

Lois turned and took hold of his hands, gazing deep into his eyes. “When I make love to you, I’m not going to want to stop. And when I need to sleep, I want to do so in your arms. I want your face to be the last thing I see at night and the first thing I see in the morning.”

“I want all of that too. Can’t we start that, right now? Here? Tonight?” he asked.

“Clark, we could make love tonight…” Lois began and he didn’t want to hear any more as he leaned forward to kiss her again. She stopped him with another hand to his chest. “But then a couple of hours from now, probably about the time I’m ready to paint your body with chocolate and lick it off…” She flushed a bit with this admission.

Toe sucking and now this! You’re engaged to one kinky woman, Kent. Lucky dog!

“You’ll have to get up and get dressed and head back to your little bed at your folks’ place and Lucy will come back here ready to crash.” Lois raised her eyes back to his. “After I make love to you, I know you’ll be the only person I’ll ever want to sleep with again.”

Clark felt simultaneously aroused, comforted, and splashed with Arctic water by her words. “Then I’ll take tomorrow off from work, Monday too, and we’ll go someplace just the two of us,” he suggested. “Make it a long weekend.”

Disappointment crossed her face. “Aw. They told you.” Lois got up and walked to her desk. The top two buttons of her blouse were still unbuttoned, revealing more of her bosom than she usually did. Not as much as Cat Grant, granted, but still a much nicer view.

Down boy! She’ll be yours soon enough.

“Did I ruin your surprise?” he asked, trying not to let her see the desire rising again in his eyes.

“Yeah.” She pouted a little and then picked up the envelope he had brought her from MDS. “In this envelope I have two plane tickets to upstate New York.”

Plane tickets?

“Um… Lois. We don’t need plane tickets to get out of town this weekend,” Clark tried to explain.

A big grin came to her face. “Sure we do. Clark doesn’t fly, Kal does. Clark is going away with his fiancée. Kal is staying in Metropolis saving lives.”

Clark opened his mouth and pointed at her, but nothing came out. Finally he said, “You know we’re the same person, right?”

Lois laughed. “Of course, I do.”

He expelled a held breath.

“But they don’t know that,” Lois went on, gesturing towards her front door – to the universe in general.

Clark’s heart came crashing down and only his super speed stopped it from smashing into smithereens.

Is this why she wanted to marry you? To get herself off the cover of the tabloids?

And whose fault it was it that she was on the cover of the tabloids in the first place? Clark argued with his conscience.

Superman’s.

Clark knew that Lois loved him. He was just jumping to conclusions again. He knew in his heart of hearts that Lois wouldn’t marry him unless she loved him and wanted to be with him. Yet, his heart was still sitting in his hands ready to hurl itself to the floor again at the slightest indication that this logic was unsound. He took a deep breath and spoke. Unfortunately, the words were said through clenched teeth. “Let me get this straight, you want to fly in a plane to upstate New York with me, Clark Kent?”

Lois nodded.

“And then you want to publicly marry me, so everyone knows you aren’t dating or sleeping with Superman? Then you want super-me to fly back to Metropolis, flashing some cape, so everyone thinks Superman is in town instead of upstate New York making love to you?” His hands started to shake, making it almost impossible to keep hold of his fragile heart. He glanced up at Lois. “Will I be sleeping in my bed in Metropolis too?”

“Clark,” Lois said calmly, sitting next to him and placing her hands on his.

He shifted away from her, not wanting to lose hold of his heart.

“This is why I didn’t want to get the marriage license until tomorrow when we arrived at our destination,” she continued. “I was going to announce that I wanted to marry you and suggest the trip all at once, giving you only moments to pack before we caught our plane, because otherwise I knew you’d jump to the wrong conclusions.”

Wrong conclusions?

Clark exhaled. His heart now hovered in the air in front of him; not back where it belonged, but no longer weighing him down.

“I love you, Clark. I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life making love to you,” Lois said and squeezed her hands that were still resting on his.

So far, so good.

“I know that after I make love to you I will want you to stay and live with me forever and ever,” Lois went on. “So, after our trip I wanted you to move in with me, here, until we can find a better apartment with a private balcony for Kal.”

She wants to live with you starting this weekend? So soon? She wants their life together to start right away? Hot diggity dog!

“What about Lucy?” his dusty logical side of his brain sputtered.

Lois smiled at him indulgently. “Your folks said she could stay with them until we got a place of our own. Then she could move back in here and take over my lease.”

Clark gazed into her eyes, searching for something – one last detail to jump-start his heart again.

“I’m not forcing you to elope with me, Clark. I wanted that option on the table, just in case it was something you were agreeable to. I had hoped we could just run to the justice of the peace and get married if we wanted to this weekend.” She sighed. “But it doesn’t work like that in New York State. You’ve got to wait twenty-four hours between getting the license and getting married. And their offices aren’t open on the weekend. So, if we had rushed off we couldn’t have gotten married… and… and…” She swallowed sadly as she glanced away. It sounded like the beat of her heart had slowed down to a quiet Thump, Thump. Then she turned the full force of her fury onto him. “Damn it, Clark! I want to marry you! But getting married this weekend is your choice, Clark. I knew it wouldn’t be fair to plan all of this secretly and not leave you an out if you weren’t quite ready for that next step. So I have made reservations for two rooms at the hotel.”

“We’re not sharing a room?” he stammered.

What would be the point of heading out of town if you are still staying in separate rooms? You do that in Metropolis just fine.

“Oh, no,” Lois grinned, her face bright red. “I said that badly. I have made two reservations at the hotel, not one reservation for two rooms. That’s not an option. We are making love this weekend, Clark, no matter what.”

Clark watched as his loud and strong heart slammed into Lois’s chest, causing her heart to explode with heartbeats.

I guess you could sleep with her since she insists on making a weekend of it.

“I plan on canceling one of the room reservations. One of the reservations is for a regular room...” She winked. “With a king sized bed. And the other is for a honeymoon suite under the name of Mr. and Mrs. Kent. The decision on which room we’ll be staying in is up to you.” She stood up and picked up the larger box that he had brought her and carried it into the kitchen. “I’ve told you which option I prefer, but I’m agreeable to whichever choice makes you feel more comfortable.”

Without a moment’s hesitation Clark knew he wanted to stay the weekend in the honeymoon suite with Lois, but it felt wrong to get married without giving her a ring of some sort. “Can I think about it and give you my answer tomorrow?” he asked.

“Of course,” she said; a frown marring her perfect face as she started waving the kitchen knife she was using to open the box in his general direction. “No pressure.”

“Shall I get us some dinner?” he asked, standing up and heading towards the door. Despite his invulnerability, he didn’t really want to be around her in her current mood holding a knife.

“You do cook, right, Clark? Because I can only reheat. And this living arrangement is going to bankrupt us if we keep eating out all...” Lois said, opening the box and then with a startled gasp, she slammed the top of the box shut, turning around and putting herself between it and Clark.

“What is it?” he asked, stepping towards her.

Lois waved him off, shaking her head, her face deepening in color with each moment. “Nothing. Nothing. Just a wedding present from my Dad.”

“You told your father that we’re getting married?” Clark stammered.

And Dr. Lane sent a gift?

Lois nodded. “Of course. I had him dip into the wedding fund he set up for Lucy and me for the plane tickets, the hotel reservations and… other stuff.”

Clark crossed his arms, his lips pressed together, and he raised an eyebrow. “And how did you convince him to do that? The man hates me.”

An instant later, Lois was at his side, her hands resting on his crossed arms. “Daddy doesn’t hate you, Clark. Really, he doesn’t. He doesn’t like all this negative publicity surrounding me. He doesn’t like that I got physically hurt by Luthor. He doesn’t like that people are threatening me because of our relationship.”

“I don’t like that either,” Clark murmured.

“Daddy’s a big softy really. He’s also a worrier.” She kissed him. “I told him that you and I were going to get married and there was nothing he could do to stop it.”

Clark deepened the kiss. How could he not after a testimonial like that?

“Then I told Daddy if he didn’t do this for me,” Lois said, kissing over to Clark’s ear. “I would turn the planning of our wedding over to Mom and it would end up costing him a small fortune.”

Did Lois just admit to blackmailing her father into accepting you as his son-in-law?

Clark shrugged, pulling his fiancée closer. Whatever works.

*** End of Part 36 ***

Part 37

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