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The Prologue Part 1G
Friday – early afternoonClark never thought that he would ever fly in a plane. Sure, he had always wanted to. Ever since he was a little boy, he had been obsessed with planes, flying, even the space program, but there had never been a reason for him to get on a plane before. When he was little, everything he could possibly want to do was within his grasp in Metropolis and there wasn’t anyone anywhere else – no grandparents or uncles or aunts or even cousins – for him to get on a plane to visit. And then at eighteen, he learned he didn’t need a plane to fly to all the great places in the world that interested him. But the little boy inside of him had still always wondered, always dreamed what it would be like to actually sit on an airplane and fly.
It was a lot more cramped than he expected.
He glanced over at his fiancée. Lois was bending down, pulling a magazine out of her carry-on bag she had just kicked under the seat in front of her. She had bought some magazines and chocolate bars at the newsstand at the Metropolis International Airport (MET, he had discovered) for their flight to Buffalo (BUF) and the preceding wait.
When she sat up, Lois noticed him gazing at her and smiled. No, “smiled” was too plain a word for what Lois did when her lips curved upwards like that. When it came to Lois, Clark was at a loss for words. And breath. He had never thought he would meet a woman who could steal his breath away from him with a glance, and then he had met Lois. She had captured his heart with one roll of her eyes at Cat Grant, the gorgeous auburn-haired woman who had been flirting with him.
Dazzle! No, dazzle didn’t work for her smile either. He would have to concentrate longer to find just the right word. The problem was that Clark had difficulty thinking around Lois lately. When she looked at him, everything else zipped right out of his head. He was a fool in love. A horny fool in love. Lois took hold of his hand and patted it reassuringly. Then she reached over and fastened his seatbelt. An extremely uncomfortable, horny fool in love. Clark shifted in his seat. Why, oh why, did she have to touch him like that, right now? Didn’t she know what her slightest touch did to him? He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it.
Clark had been doing that a lot lately. He and Lois had been trying to make love for the past two weeks, but something or someone always seemed to interrupt them. He had never thought he would meet a woman so accepting of him to even attempt to make love to him. Well, not since Lana Lang had smashed his heart and ego almost ten years earlier. And then he had met Lois and knew he had to give love a try again. At first, just the thought of making love to Lois terrified Clark. What if he hurt her in his enthusiasm? What if he lost control? What if he went too fast?
Lois kept patiently reassuring him every step of the way, moving their relationship closer and closer to intimacy, step by gradual step. Until that one night his fear had just dissolved away. They had gotten so far in their – he decided “cuddling” was the appropriate word choice, although “petting” was probably more accurate, but he didn’t like the canine connotation –
cuddling that they had ended up lying on the ceiling of his tiny bedroom in his folks’ apartment. If only they hadn’t left the condoms at her place that night.
Clark sighed. He lived in that tiny room, slept on his old twin bed, and shared an apartment with his folks only so that the money saved from having a place of his own could go straight into the lease for their restaurant, MJ’s Café. It hadn’t felt like “his” home since he had moved out to travel the world after graduating from community college seven years earlier. So, it was probably for the best that their first time – and his
very first time – hadn’t been with his folks in the very next room.
His and Lois’s relationship had been a rocky one from the start, but Clark loved her and Lois loved him, and they were flying off to get married. Eloping to Niagara Falls, NY. They were going to find someone to marry them as soon as they got to the city. They even had the marriage license, which was burning a hole in his pocket. Lois feared that once they started making love, she wasn’t going to be able to stop for days, so they needed to find someone to marry them tonight or the weekend would disappear and the opportunity would be lost. He grinned. For some strange reason, he was okay with that.
Actually, this whole trip was Lois’s idea. She had invited him to the boat pond at New York City’s Central Park, just the day before, and proposed. His brow wrinkled in thought. No, she hadn’t. She had asked him if he could accept the wedding vows and when he had dumbly – not that he was stupid, just unable to see what she was laying out before him in her round-about way – told her that he would love her in sickness and health, for richer and for poorer, 'til death did them part, Lois had simply said, “Then marry me.” There had been no proposal, just the command. He chuckled to himself. How could he have possibly refused? Next thing he knew, Lois had grabbed his hand and rushed him off to get their license.
Technically, Lois and Clark didn’t
have to get married this weekend. There wasn’t any great need to do so. They hadn’t decided to marry before making love; it had just turned out that way. Lois had told him the night before that while their latest interrupter – Lois’s kid sister Lucy – was off at her new job at Daily Books, that if she and Clark started making love, Lois would not want to – or be able to – stop. Ever.
She had said, and he was quoting from memory, “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.”
So, once again, they hadn’t even started. They knew that sooner or later Lucy would come back to Lois’s basement apartment. Lucy had commandeered it when she had shown up unexpectedly and uninvited on Wednesday night. Clark sighed. He was tempted to hit the armrest of his seat in frustration, but knew it wasn’t a good idea. No point in bringing the plane down before they had even taxied to the runway.
Apparently, Lois
had flown before. Back and forth between Metropolis and Topeka, Kansas, those two years she had attended Metropolis University before transferring to a smaller liberal arts college, which would let her work on their school newspaper hassle-free.
Clark didn’t want to think about what Lois told him Linda King and that so-called editor at the Metropolis University student newspaper had done to her. He couldn’t believe he had let that witch interview Superman or even that he had given her a lift back to the
Metropolis Star’s newsroom. Never again! Anyone who befouled the name of Lois Lane would not be getting any preferential treatment from Superman, that was for sure.
Actually, that was another reason Clark Kent and Lois Lane were rushing off to get married this weekend. Because in the beginning Superman had paid so much attention to nobody Lois Lane, former reporter for the
Smallville Post – how could he not? The woman was his girlfriend for Pete’s sake! – that his alter-ego’s and his girlfriend’s name had been invariably tied together. She had even been the one to give him the moniker Superman. Much better than “The Flying Man,” which everyone had been calling him before that. Pictures of Lois and Superman had peppered such noble rags as
Dirt Digger Weekly, National Inquisitor, and
Exposé.
With Lois and Clark officially married, Superman would be able to honestly say at last, “I am not dating Lois Lane.” Or would “Lois Lane is not my girlfriend” be better? He hadn’t decided which misdirection to use when he flew back to Metropolis the next day and happen to talk to the press. He didn’t want to leave Lois in the middle of their honeymoon either, but this would be Superman’s wedding gift to them.
It was also why they were heading to Niagara Falls in an airplane instead of taking Superman Express. Lois and Clark needed to be seen by the press at the airport, taking a plane, and “avoiding” photographers. To ensure this, Lois had gotten herself a baseball cap and a pair of ridiculously huge Jackie O. type sunglasses. She said it was the disguise most celebrities wore whenever the paparazzi discovered them. She had also made an anonymous phone call to her least favorite stalker, Leo Nunk – reporter for the
National Inquisitor – informing him that she had overheard Lois Lane at a coffee shop discussing taking an airplane trip with her boyfriend that afternoon. Low and behold, the slime of the journalism world had fallen in line and en masse to photograph them at the Metropolis International Airport.
The plane started to move and Lois took hold of his hand again. “This is it,” she said, smiling at him.
He took a deep breath and placed a fake smile to his lips.
“Clark…” She laughed. “You
have flown before. Remember, it’s the safest way to travel.”
His fake smile grew bigger. Flying in a tin can and flying on his own, completely different.
“You and I both know this plane will never crash,” she reminded him with a twinkle in her eye, giving his hand another squeeze.
The plane eventually got to the front of the line and started racing down the runway. Clark let go of Lois’s hand and gripped the armrests on either side of him.
“Stop it.” Lois chuckled under her breath, still flipping through her magazine. “What will the pilots think if we take off early?”
“I’m not…” And then Clark realized he was and he let go of the armrests. “Sorry. Force of habit,” he apologized sheepishly.
Lois leaned over and whispered, “I know a much better way to make the plane take off faster.” She started kissing him from his ear, slowly working her lips across his cheek until she reached his mouth at the very moment the plane’s tires took off from the tarmac. Lois’s fingers snaked across his chest caressing his ribs under his shirt. He certainly was floating out of his seat under this barrage of kisses. Good thing she had fastened his seatbelt.
Then her hand and lips disappeared. “There. Now we’re up in the air with no help at all from you,” she said quietly, returning to her magazine.
Clark opened his eyes and looked at the clouds outside his window. “This is surreal.”
Lois laughed. “You’re funny.
This is surreal?” she repeated, shaking her head.
He took hold of her hand, lacing their fingers. “
This is surreal.”
“This is very real, Clark,” she said, shutting her magazine and focusing her attention on him.
“I keep having this feeling that this is all a dream and I’m going to wake up to find you still not acknowledging my existence and mooning over Claude.”
“That was the nightmare,” she corrected with a slight shiver. “But you’re right. This is very dreamlike.”
“How can someone as wonderful as you love me?” Clark asked rhetorically.
Lois grinned. “How can someone as wonderful as me
not love you?”
Clark noticed she was still the wonderful one in her scenario. He didn’t mind.
Radiant. That was what Lois’s smile was. Radiant like sunshine. He sighed as he gazed at her. “How long is this flight anyway? Five minutes? Ten?” he asked hopefully.
“An hour and a half.”
His face fell. “That long? I could circumnavigate the world a thousand times in half as much time,” he mumbled.
“In a hurry?” Lois glanced at him through the corner of her eye. “Have some place to be?”
“Minx,” he murmured. The hour and half would seem like eternity, especially since he and Lois still had to drive from Buffalo to Niagara Falls, get married, and get checked in to the hotel before they could finally arrive at their honeymoon suite. Then time would fly. He gulped, hoping not everything went too quickly.
“I’ve got an idea to distract you,” Lois said, pulling her carry-on out from under the seat in front of her and pulling out a couple of small notebooks and pens from inside it. “Let’s write our marriage vows.”
“What about richer and poorer, sickness and health, until death do us part?”
“Nah. Doesn’t really work for some of us.” She raised her brow. “I’ve taken the liberty of drafting some of your vows already. Let me know what you think.”
Clark opened the notebook she had handed him and started chuckling. “Obey?”
“Yes,” she said innocently with a bat of those luscious lashes. “Obey.”
“Lois, you need to stop treating me like a dog,” he stated, pressing his lips together.
“I do not,” she protested.
This time it was his turn to raise an eyebrow. “Who hit me with a rolled up newspaper? Who suggested I do ‘tricks’? Who tells me to fetch dinner? Who wants me to ‘obey’?”
“I do not tell you to ‘fetch’ dinner. You volunteer!” Lois nudged him and then grinned demurely. “Who has a tendency to not stay and listen to what I have to say? Always jumping to the wrong conclusions? I thought ‘obey’ worked to overrule that bad trait of yours.”
Clark leaned back in his seat, his jaw set, and his arms crossed. “Okay. I’ll ‘obey’ if you will.”
“Well, that’s… that’s…” his fiancée sputtered before catching his serious expression. “Fine! Scratch out ‘obey’.”
“I don’t think this is quite fair,” he said, setting down his notebook in his lap.
The ‘Fasten Your Seatbelt’ sign chimed and went out and Lois lowered her tray table, putting her notebook on it. “What’s not fair?”
“That you get to write my vows and I don’t get to do yours,” he responded wryly. “I should at least be able to write a rough draft.” A smile peeked out from his pressed lips.
“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” she said, tossing her notebook over to him.
Clark grinned naughtily. “Can I make your clothing optional?”
“Clark!” She laughed, nudging him again. “No.” After a moment of looking down at the vows she had written for him again, Lois asked hesitantly, “You don’t like my clothes?”
He leaned over and nuzzled her neck. “Not when they’re on.”
She kissed him again and their vows lay forgotten for the time being.
***
“I… Clark Jerome Kent…” said the minister.
“I, Clark Jerome Kent,” repeated Clark.
“Take thee, Lois Olive Lane…”
“Take thee, Lois Olive Lane…”
Lois watched as he smiled at saying her name.
He loves you! He’s taking you! “To be my lawful wedded wife…”
“To be my awful…”
Say what?!Lois raised an eyebrow as her lips pressed together.
Clark cleared his throat and as a slight flush rose to his cheeks. “LAWFUL, law-ful wedded wife…” He glanced nervously at the minister and exhaled.
Better.The preacher returned Clark’s smile, reassuring him. “To have and to hold…”
“To. Have. And. To. Hold…” Clark was enunciating every word, slowly and carefully, now.
“From this day forward…”
“From this day forward…” He repeated.
“For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health…”
“For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health…”
“Until death do us part.”
Clark glanced at the minister and then at Lois, his mouth stretching into a huge grin. “Not even death will part us.”
Lois squeezed his fingers as she smiled.
The minister glanced down at a couple of pieces of paper in his hand. “These are the vows you want to say?” he asked, almost skeptically, to Clark.
“Yes, Sir.” Clark nodded.
Lois could see the man of the cloth fighting his inner desire to pass judgment as he handed Clark the vows she had written for him to read. Clark looked deep into her eyes as if searching for her soul.
“Lois, I pledge to love, treasure, and respect you from this day forward. I vow to share my decisions, my life, and the whole world with you. I shall trust everything you tell me, even if it sounds like a blatant lie. I promise to…” He paused and cleared his throat.
What did you write, Lois?“I promise to…” Clark swallowed. “… banish the green-eyed monster that has dwelled inside my soul until now.”
You told him to KILL his jealousy? How could you, Lois? Who puts the word “kill” in their marriage vows? And Superman doesn’t kill! Thank the stars that he isn’t above editing your copy.“I will trust you and that your love for me can only grow stronger.” Clark relaxed into a smile as if he liked the meaning of those words. “There is no other person in the universe for me, which is why I pledge my love to you and no other.”
Okay, great. Kiss Clark and let’s get out of here!“I, Lois Olive Lane…” started the preacher.
Oh, yeah. I forgot about this part.“I, Lois Olive Lane…” Lois repeated, staring into Clark’s eyes. Never had they been a richer brown. Deeper brown. So brown they were almost a black hole into which she could fall, never to be seen again.
What are you thinking, woman?! You are marrying the most wonderful man in the universe. Snap out of it!“Take thee, Clark Jerome Kent…”
“Take thee, Clark Jerome Kent…”
Clark Jerome… Superman… Kal-El… Kent…“To be my lawful wedded husband…”
“To be my…” Lois slowed down and spoke most clearly. “…
lawful wedded husband…”
“To have and to hold…”
“To have and to hold…”
And to make wild, passionate love to…“From this day forward…” said the minister.
“From this day forward…”
“For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health…”
“For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health…”
“Until death do us part.”
“Until death do us part,” whispered Lois; although, she didn’t think Clark could die. Did invulnerable mean that even death couldn’t touch him? So, the only one dying in this relationship was her. The only one growing older was probably her as well. She should have put something in his vows about loving her no matter how old and decrepit she got. Clark did say that he would even love her and stay faithful after death, though. She exhaled.
On the plus side, Clark will never grow a beer belly or jowls or hair out of his ears, ever! He’ll always love you and look like this gorgeous man before you. Plus, plus, plus!The preacher handed Lois the vows Clark had written for her. Luckily, she knew he hadn’t added anything crazy to her vows as she had to his. That just wasn’t who he was.
“Clark…” Lois swallowed as the words swirled on the page. Oh, gosh. She was doing this. She was actually getting married. After she finished saying this, she would be a married woman. A grown up. An official adult. Was this really what she wanted? She glanced up at Clark, blurry behind the unshed tears in her eyes.
“Breathe, Lois,” he murmured.
Huh? Oh, right. Air into the lungs. In and out. In and out.Lois blinked and glanced back down to the paper in her hands. “Clark…” She scanned the words quickly. Eloquent as he was, it still didn’t commit her as much to him as her words joined him to her. Was he leaving her an out? Did he still not trust that she loved him as much as he loved her? “I will never look at another, feel for another, or love another man as much as I look, feel, and love you. You are my dawn and my sunset and all the hours in between. You are my sunlight and my moonlight, my partner, my best friend, my soul mate.”
Nice touch. Oh, look, Lois, you’ve made Clark weepy. Okay, now you better read what he wrote or you’ll never hear the end of it.“I agree to always love you, honor you, and respect you. I promise to have patience with my…” Lois smiled, pressing her lips together so that she wouldn’t laugh.
He did not write that.“I promise to have patience with my husband, the lunkhead, knowing that with time and my infinite love, he’ll become the man I know he can be. I swear to give only true and honest weather reports from this day forward. I pledge to listen to you and not to fight reason. I vow when my safety is at issue… to…” Lois flipped over the paper. “No! Absolutely not! Clar-K! We agreed.”
Her tongue crossed her teeth as she dropped her hands from his.
Clark gazed at her innocently. “I agreed to what you wrote, Lois.”
“Really not feeling the trust here,” she snapped, pointing between them.
Clark waited, and Lois glowered.
“Do we have a problem here?” asked the minister, glancing between them. “Are you saying you don’t want to marry Clark after all, Lois?”
Clark blanched.
Serves him right. Putting that word into her vows. Humph.“No.” Lois growled, her eyes in slits and her lips pressed together. “I’ll marry him.”
And torture him for this, every day of the rest of his soon-to-be short, miserable life. If he can edit your copy, there’s nothing in there about you not editing his.“And when my safety is at issue, I will – on occasion and after much discussion – defer to your better judgment and experience,” she finally agreed, pointing a finger at him. “On the condition that you admit that I’m the better person.”
Clark grinned. “There was never any doubt in my mind about that.”
“No, that’s not what I meant!” Lois clarified, tossing up her hands and almost losing hold of her bouquet. “That you admit that you’re not better than me and, therefore, cannot dictate my life.”
He took hold of her hands again. “I have never thought that I was better than you, Lois. From the very beginning I have felt myself lucky to be allowed the presence of your company.”
All he’s missing is a ‘milady’ and a bow.Lois waited.
“If you will…
defer to my wishes regarding your safety, then I will promise not to play dictator to your life,” Clark granted, stepping closer to her.
“Share and share alike?” Lois whispered, moving towards him so that only their clasped hands separated their bodies.
“With pleasure,” he said, holding out his palm to the preacher, who placed a small gold ring into it. Clark slid the ring onto her finger as he spoke, “With this ring I thee wed, Lois. I pledge my heart and soul to you and to keep solemn my vows.”
Lois took the other ring from the clergyman and slipped it onto Clark’s finger, “With this ring I thee wed, Clark. I pledge my heart and soul to you and to keep solemn my vows.”
“By the powers vested in me by God and the great state of New York…” started the minister. “I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now …”
Lois wrapped her arms around Clark’s neck and pressed a kiss onto his lips.
“… kiss the groom,” the preacher chuckled with a light shrug as the organist started playing again.
***
Clark carried Lois over the threshold of one of the honeymoon suites at the Lexor Niagara. The bellhop stood just inside. He had deposited their suitcases on some luggage racks near the dresser and waited. Clark set Lois down and tipped the man, who saluted in thanks and shut the door after him – moving the “Do Not Disturb – Honeymooners in Love Inside” sign to the outside knob as he left.
Lois kicked off her open-toed slingback sandals and held out her arms. “Clark…”
“Hold on!” Clark told her as he looked around the room.
They had had too many blunders in the past. He needed to make sure no snooping tabloid reporter or crazy billionaire had bugged their honeymoon suite with microphones or cameras. He studied the entire suite with his x-ray vision: from the walls to the large round satin sheet covered bed to the hidden mini-bar to the sunken bathtub to the gas fireplace to the TV beside the bed. Who put a TV inside a honeymoon suite? And next to the bed? Like they would be interested in watching television! Once he knew there were no prying eyes or ears then he could turn his attention to his wife. If he kissed her now, this important step would be forgotten.
Satisfied that the room was exactly what it was purported to be – private – Clark then locked the door and even added the chain. He closed the curtains for complete privacy from the outside world. Now, he was ready to make love to his wife. He gazed at her with an expression of smoldering desire. “Hold still,” he murmured, remembering a few last second details to create an ambiance of romance.
Clark must have appeared to disappear into a blur as he lit candles and opened the bottle of champagne. He stopped in front of his wife once more and handed her a glass of bubbly. “Hungry?” he asked nervously. After they begun, he didn’t want a reason for them to stop. “There are chocolate dipped strawberries with whipped cream.”
He watched her glance to a small dining table by the windows that held those exotic morsels.
Lois licked her lips. “Later.” She set down her champagne glass on the table next to her and crossed to him.
Goodness, she looked beautiful in that ivory gown. He loved how there were no sleeves to hide her tan, muscular arms. The cowl-neck draped deliciously low both in the front and across her back. The dress moved with her, sliding across her skin like a series of lover’s kisses with each gentle step. It was so low in back that Clark had dared not to consider before the wedding what she could possibly be wearing underneath it.
But the wedding was over and they were now alone in the honeymoon suite; his imagination was once again in full bloom about what might or might not be under the dress that flowed down her long legs to her bare feet. Yet, he still didn’t feel comfortable about placing his shaking hands on her soft skin to find out. Would he be able to control himself?
Lois reached up and unsnapped Lucy’s borrowed hair clip from her hair, causing the pulled lock that had revealed her right ear and the curve of her neck underneath to fall back over and hide them again. He watched as she set down the clip next to her champagne glass.
She removed his flute from his stiff fingers and set it down as well. Then she pulled his glasses from his face and placed them on the table next to his champagne flute. Returning to his face, she kissed one eyelid and then the other. He didn’t know how he was still in the shape of a man instead of a big pile of goo on the floor. She took his hands in hers and drew them around to her bare back, pressing her chest against his. Oh, her warm, bare skin.
“Clark…” was all she was able to whisper before he closed the distance between their lips. His warm hands caressed her back, dipping under the edges of her soft dress.
“We’re going to wrinkle your gown,” he murmured, kissing down her neck to her shoulder, causing one of the straps to slip down her arm.
Lois shrugged her other shoulder causing that strap to slide down, lowering the bodice further.
Clark took a step back to admire her barely covered body. He needed to change out of his clothes. It would take too long for her to undress him, especially since he had on the blue suit under his grey suit. If she continued to kiss him the way he was feeling right now, they might discover another use for the phrase “super speed”. He was torn. Half of him wanted to stay and kiss Lois and the other half was ready to change into something a more comfortable. This indecision had him rushing back and forth between his suitcases and Lois at top speed. Finally, he decided.
She gasped as he must have seemed to disappear from right in front of her. “
Clark!”
He zipped out of his clothes, took a three second ice-cold shower, jumped into his new silky sleep shorts that his folks had added to his overnight bag, placed the box of condoms on the bedside table, grabbed his flute of champagne and laid down on the bed. He felt better now, less likely to explode with desire. Relaxed enough to playfully yawn, and say the stupid words on the tip of his tongue. “Wow! That was terrific, honey. Was it as good for you as it was for me?”
Lois’s head snapped her gaze to his. “What?!”
A grin slipped onto Clark’s lips and he flew to her side again. “Just joking.”
His wife glared daggers at him as a growl escaped her throat.
Yep. Stupid lunkhead. Wasn’t one of your vows that you’d stop being one of those?“Don’t tell me you weren’t fearing that scenario in the least?” he asked softly. He couldn’t resist touching his wife any longer. He ran his finger down her shoulder, accidentally knocking her dress further down her body.
Lois wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled his mouth against hers fiercely, as one dress strap then the other slipped over her hands to drop into a puddle of fabric on the floor by her feet, leaving an almost naked woman in his arms. Clark’s hands caressed the bare skin of her back before he lifted her to his hips, her legs wrapping around him.
Oh, God. He had found his vulnerability. Lois Lane. She would be his undoing.“Hold that thought,” Lois whispered, sliding her legs down his body to the floor.
Say, what?Covering her chest as she went, she padded across the room to the table with the strawberries, the hot melted chocolate for dipping, and the whipped cream. She plucked a berry from the bowl and bit into it. Strawberry juice dripped down her chin as she glanced back as him, a coquettish expression in her eyes.
Clark could only stare at his almost naked wife and knew he would never be able to taste strawberries again without thinking of this moment. She then picked up the bowl of whipped cream and sauntered back to her husband. Clark swallowed, unable to move.
Oh, God, what is your wife going to do with you and a bowl of whipped cream?With a nasty glint her eye, Lois threw the contents of the bowl into his face.
Clark nodded, licking the whipped cream off his lips as he wiped his eyes clean. “Okay. I’m thinking I deserved that one.” He wrapped an arm around her bare waist. “Even?”
“You’re lucky it wasn’t the melted chocolate,” she said between pressed lips, reaching up and getting a finger full of whipped cream for her mouth.
“Later,” he murmured, lowering his messy face towards her.
“Oh, no, you don’t!” Lois shrieked with delight, running off. “Help! Superman!”
Clark threw his hands up in exasperation as he rolled his eyes. “
Now? Now, she calls for Superman?” He zipped in front of her. “If it’s Superman you want…”
She ran off in the other direction. “No fair, Clark!”
“Fair?” he retorted, super quickly grabbing a towel from the bathroom and wiping more whipped cream from his face before he tackled her on to the bed.
Lois continued to laugh, tossing a pillow at him. “No super speed?”
“I promise,” Clark replied, holding up his hand in a Boy Scout pledge, before lowering his face to hers. “Super slow.” He kissed down her neck to her shoulder. At her collarbone, he glanced up at her. “Shall I start with your toes?”
“Later,” she murmured, bringing his lips back to hers. She pressed her almost naked body to his as her hands explored his chest, sending explosions of desire within each of his cells.
Clark paused long enough to gaze into her eyes. “I love you, Mrs. Kent.”
“I love you too, Mr. Kent,” Lois replied as her hand went even lower on his belly.
“Lois!” Clark moaned, as her fingers played with the band of his sleep shorts. His body shuddered with bliss.
So much for that cold shower.Never had he seen more joy on her face. So beautiful. Lois was radiant. Was she supposed to taste this good or had he discovered another super sense? Taste. Mmmm. Lois. Heaven.
***
Oh, there definitely was no going back. Clark couldn’t believe what a dense idiot he had been. He had been nervous about
this?
This? This wasn’t something to be nervous about, but to be celebrated, to be…
Clark couldn’t breathe. Lois had once again taken his breath away. He opened his eyes, realizing he was now lying with his head pillowed against her chest. Garnering energy from somewhere, he lifted himself up and gazed down at her. She had a bit of whipped cream on her nose and he licked it off. Other than that, she seemed to shine with a radiance he had never noticed before.
Had he done all right? If she had felt a quarter of the pleasure that was still zinging around his body, then possibly he would consider himself worthy to be her husband. But he would try his darnedest to double that number in the future.
Lois giggled and opened her eyes. “Oh, Clark! We’ve
got to do that again.” She kissed him. “And again… and again… and again…”
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