Prologue

"Lois, will you stop hogging the popcorn?" Clark said while grabbing the bowl from my lap.

"Oh, don't start with me, Smallville! Go make your own popcorn. We both know that big body of yours needs a lot more than I'm willing to share," I argued, taking back to bowl.

Clark glared at me before standing up to go pop in another bag of popcorn in the microwave. I smiled as I watched LL Cool J lock himself into his own oven, as an attempt to escape the big bad shark was apparently too smart for his own good.

"I'm not the one who eats like a Hoover…" Clark said as he came over and sat down next to me, with his new bowl in hand.

"Yet you still made the new popcorn. Hmm…"

"I made it for you." He popped a piece of popcorn in his mouth, eyes set on the TV.

"Well, then in that case, I'll take that!" I put my bowl on the coffee table and took his.

"Lois!" he leaped forward and I leaned my body back trying to avoid him. Popcorn flew everywhere as I stretched my arm over my head; keeping the bowl away from him. He came over my body, trying to take the bowl back.

"Not getting it!" I yelled.

He looked down at me and an evil grin spread across his face. "Oh, yeah?"

I looked in his baby blues and instantly knew what was coming. "Don't you dare…!"

Clark began to tickle me incessantly, making me squirm, while I tried to fight him. I squealed and laughed as his fingers crawled all over my belly and sides. Then the bowl slipped from my hands and the moment we heard it hit the hard wood floors, he stopped.

Suddenly I became very aware of him on me. My left leg was pressed against his, his chest peaking at me from underneath his red flannel shirt. His hands had stopped moving but they stayed right where they were: right on my waist. Our faces were so close to each other, I could feel his hot breath on my face. And that's when I felt him.

Right up against my thigh I felt his arousal and I bit my lip as his face turned flush red and the realization of what was going on down south. He cleared his throat and pushed himself up, standing up.

"Um…" was all he could say apparently.

More awkward than this it couldn't possibly get. Sure we've been friends for years, and it's not like I hadn't gotten a glimpse of Clark Jr. a while back when I accidently walked in on him in the bathroom. But now it was different, because it was fully alive and fully ready to go. Because of me.