Title- Linger
Author- Ashley
Pairings Clark/Lois, Lana/Lex, and Chloe/Oliver.
Rating- PG13 to NC-17
Spoilers- be warned for I never am sure!
Disclaimer- I own nothing.
Summary- Everyone seems to be getting married and settling down. Feeling pressured to start there lives, Lois and Clark turn to each other for help to find their soul mate, but what happens when they come to realize that what they were searching for is one another and will they be willing to except what fate has in store for them?

Her hands began to shake as she held tightly to the bouquet that consisted of pink and green peonies, mini calla lilies, roses and green and pink cymbidium orchids. Her two bridesmaid's stood only several feet ahead of her, both wearing a pink satin, chiffon strapless princess bodice bridal dress, as they watched Lily, the 6 year old flower girl, tossing the rose petals to the floor.

She was nervous that he might change his mind and high tail it out of there, leaving her to stand at the altar, looking like a deer caught in the head lights. She knew he would never do a thing like that. For she did know one thing for sure and that was that if anything else, he was truly madly in love with her.

That little reassurance was just enough to make the first steps down the aisle. Her father's arm laced around her own.

All her worries where thrown out the window when she looked up to see him staring at her in awe.

She gracefully finished her walk towards the groom in a diamond white beaded lace empire bodice with satin trim wedding gown. She turned to her father and gently placed a tender kiss on his cheek.

Her father went and took his place down on the first pew closet to the bride, as the bride took her place next to her future husband.

Her father couldn't help but smile and let his tears fall down his cheek, for he was so proud and happy that his daughter had finally found the one.

"I do." She let out in a heap of breath.

He smiled and said the same him self.

"I may now pronounce you 'man and wife'." The priest said with such joy in his voice.

She leaned in as he met her half way. Their lips joining for several minutes as everyone else seem to disappear. When she broke the kiss the newlyweds turned to their closet friends and family as the priest introduced them as 'Mr. and Mrs. Oliver Queen'. As the words were spoken Chloe couldn't help, but smile wildly as the small crowd snapped tons of pictures.

As they began to walk out of the church with the bridesmaids and grooms men soon following behind them, both Lois and Clark, arms entwined as they walked, began to wonder if they would ever find love

Chapter One

"Hey, how you doing?" Clark asked Lois as he snaked his hand around her shoulders. "Hanging in there I hope."

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be hanging in there?" Lois gestured to the bartender for another refill on her 'Redheaded Slut'.

"Just thought I would ask." He took a seat on the stool next to her. "Seeing as to that is your fifth round." Clark loosened his tie as the bartender came over and mixed Lois' drink. Before Lois could even reach for the glass, Clark downed the liquor within a blink of an eye.

Lois sat back in awe. As she order another round for Clark and herself and then turned her attention back to him. She had always known that he was sexy, but the way his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as the warm liquid made it's way down made him all the more sexier.

Once Clark noticed that she was staring at him, he couldn't help but laugh. He liked it when she looked at him the way she was now. He always knew what exactly was on her…Him naked!

"What Lois?" He smiled.

Lois didn't mutter a word as she placed her delicate hand over his right thigh. The warm sensation she got, was much like the one she always got when they touched.

"Uh- Lois…" Clark's smile slowly fading under the bright red shade of blush. He was use to her acting this way towards him, just never in public.

Once again, Lois didn't say a thing as she let her hand run up and down the thin material. Making friction between the cloth, her hand and his leg.

Suddenly Clark was snapped out of the trance that she put upon him. He held her hand in place, where it hovered right above his hamstring. As he held her hand in his, she twisted her wrist around entwining their fingers together.

Clark gasped. He was only use to this kind of attention from behind closed doors. His eyes narrowed down on her.

With the intense stare coming from his electric blues, Lois couldn't help, but brush her leg up against his. Causing him to moan from the electric spark she sent through his leg.

"Lois as much as I would love for you to continue. I just can't allow you to."

Lois ripped her hand from his and crossed her legs as she adjusted her pink satin dress. Clark took noticed as he watched the satin follow heavenly across her golden silky legs. He bit down on his bottom lip, close to drawing blood, but not close enough.

"Look Lois, it's not that I don't want to." Clark ran his hand through his black locks.

Lois threw her hand up in the air. "No need to explain yourself Clark." Lois said as she struggled to get up, losing her stance as she stumble to find that the ground wasn't as stable as she thought it would have been.

Quick as the wind Clark rushed to hold her up, only to find her face merely inches from his.

Her limbs quivered in anticipation as his lips linger above hers.
It took everything in him to not pull her up against his ridged body, to pull her in his tight embrace, to take her right then and there. And right when he thought he might break and kiss her with such passion that he held for her, Chloe the bride, walked up to the both of them.

"Hey you two. Looks like you guys are having a good time." Chloe laughed.

Chloe had always known that one day or another the once bickering duet would get together. She just never thought that it would happen at her wedding reception.

Chapter two

Lois hung low off of Clark; her arm wrapped around his neck feeling the tiny hair as it started to stand straight up. They both glared at Chloe as if waiting for her to leave so they could continue there soon to be little dance.

But Chloe neither moved nor did she say a thing as she just stood there viewing them as they moved around each other uncomfortably. She tried her hardest not to giggle.

Soon after several of very uncomfortable minutes Clark hesitated to place Lois back down on her feet and in the process he lost his grasp on her. She slowly slipped down his robust physique before her rump came into contact with the firm wooden floor.

She slapped her hand to her mouth after letting out a very obnoxious burp. Her world seemed to start to twirl making her feel ill. She retained a hold of her midsection as she threw her head back and looked Clark in the eye as if to say she was sorry for something that hadn't happened yet.

Before he could even respond to her stare, Lois was vomiting all over his trousers and shoes. He could only afterwards back away as he stooped down and pulled her blond locks to the side. He patted her on the back, trying to ease her the best he could.

"Lois how much exactly have you been drinking?" Chloe asked Lois as she hunched down next to her cousin.

Lois looked from Clark to her cousin not sure what to tell her.

"I can't really remember." Lois stumbled on the words.

Clark extended one of his vigorous arms out for her to grab so he could help her stand.

"Maybe you should take her home, Clark." Chloe uttered as they both helped Lois up.

"Yeah Clark I think it is time you take me home."

Lois eyed Clark making sure he knew all the dirty thoughts that were racing through her mind.

Clark looked from Lois then back to Chloe.

"Are you sure Chlo…I mean I can just keep a close eye on her." Clark suggested as he held Lois close to him, keeping her from falling to the ground once again.

Chloe looked around at her guest then looked back to Clark and Lois.

"Yeah you two go ahead, me and Oliver should be just fine with out you." Chloe laughed a loud.

Clark only nodded and placed his arm around Lois' waist.

"Oh and Chloe!" Clark said as he and Lois wobbled out of the reception hall.

Chloe turned to look at him as he spoke.

"Be sure to have fun on the honeymoon and don't come back to soon."

Chloe laughed. "The same goes for you two."

Clark glanced up at her. 'Did she know about the two of them. Did she know that they were having intimate relations with one another in the shadows of the unknown.'

But Clark just nodded and walked away as Lois shouted out from over her shoulder, "Oh and we will."

Chapter three

Lois sat in the passenger seat of Clark's old run down truck well he ran inside to seize their possessions. Lois rifled through her handbag searching for her keepsake bottle of mouthwash, for special occasions just like this one.

Once she found the microscopic bottle of mintyness she huffed into her hand, smelling how sinister her breath really was. Her nose came up in a crinkle and she felt a sudden gag nag at her stomach, as the repulsive aroma of her own breath made it's way to her nostrils. She held back as best as she could, trying not to regurgitate all over the driver's seat.

She choked back a laugh as the image of Clark opening the door to find barf all over his seat walked across her demented little mind.

Out of the corner of her eye Lois detected Clark rushing to the vehicle. She hurried and plunged the liquid down and into her mouth as she swished it about as it burned, sting and pained her even more then if she was sober.

She lifted her hands and counted on each finger the seconds that ticked by…

One-Two-Three-Four-Five-Six-Seven-Eight-Nine-and Ten!

She opened the door and spat the foamy nectar from her mouth.

Clark opened the driver door and hopped in behind the steering wheel as Lois sat up and with the invisible sleeve of her dress wiped the remaining residue off of her face.

"Still not feeling so well?" Clark asked as the engine roared to life.

Lois smiled and slid across the leather material, trying to get closer to him.

"Never better. And yourself?" She responded with another question, her smile never leaving her face.

Clark eyed her from head to toe as if estimating her. They had been together out of loneliness so many times before, each time better then the last. But it felt like something was missing. Clark had wanted more.

He had wanted at least once for one of their gathering to be more then just meaningless sex. He wanted to make love to Lois; he wanted to show her how much he could worship her in the bedroom and under the covers.

"I am fine why would you ask a question like that I am not the one who drank themselves silly." Clark said as he placed his eyes on the road away from her enhancing emerald greens. If he looked to far into them Clark would be lost in her soul till she got up from his bed stark naked and started searching for her clothes.

She slid even closer allowing her leg to bump up against his and for her hand to drape over his right thigh once again.

Flashes of Deja-vu went flying through his head as he tried hard to concentrate on the road and not on the hand that was now making it's way to the sensitive flesh in between his legs.

He knew driving Lois home well she was intoxicated was a bad, very bad idea. The last time he was in a situation like this was at Lana and Lex's wedding eight years ago, that was how they got there secret affair going. It all happened when he walked over to the table where she sat and drank miserably by herself. And one thing lead to another and Clark was escorting Lois home when she came on to him on the drive to her apartment.
He probably would have normal been able to resist her with her being in her drunken state, but it didn't help to try and fight something when you weren't sober and you also craved for some kinky amusement yourself.

That was the one and only night Lois stayed through out.

Clark shook the memory off as he felt Lois kiss her way to his earlobe where she began to suck and nibble gentle.

"Clark I want you…now!" She whispered into his ear.

Clark became strangely aware of Lois' every movement and breath.

"I want you to Lo…Just not right here." Clark said as he pushed her aside.

Clark wanted her all right, he wanted her more then she could ever imagine. He didn't just want part of her; he wanted all of her…the good and the bad.

Chapter Four

The theme song from Gilligan's Island rang in her ears as she searched for her its source. She flipped open her yellow sidekick, reading the letters that were being displayed on the screen, 'Don't be silly wrap his Willie!' Lois smiled showing off her pearly whites as her lushes lip hugged her teeth. And at the bottom of the text in big bold letters read 'Love your best friends, Chloe and Lana.'

She closed the phone and thought about how amazing her friends really were. Chloe for still thinking about her on her own wedding night. And Lana for always handing out funny little advice…Showing off what a great mother she is and will be.

She deposited her phone back into her purse where she retrieved it and then placed the purse on her kitchen counter as she strolled into her apartment.

Turning on heel she glanced across the dwelling to where Clark stood. With a smirk and a quick wink Lois' hand moved to the back of her dress as she at a leisurely pace undid the buttons one by one. Once all the buttons were out of place she gradually shimmied the chiffon fabric down her voluptuous flesh till it accumulated around her ankles.

She stood in the center of the room in nothing, but her fleecy undergarments and her white high heels. Hands on hips Lois stepped out of the attire that lay sluggishly on the laminate floor and sauntered over to Clark.

Lois' abrupt movements startled Clark as he retreated backwards. He came to a complete halt when his back slammed the entrance way shut.

Lois took note in his impetuous motion, taking full advantage of it as she hurried up her. When she came in direct contact with his skin she leaned into him, her lips barely touching his ear as she whispered, "Is now okay?"

She pushed back so she could stare into his organ of sight as she held up the tiny wrapper for him to take in.

He was so turned on by the fact that Lois was coming on to him, like it always did. It was also because instead of it always happening at his place where once the deed was done Lois would gather her things and high tail it out of there, they were in her apartment. Were it left no place for her to run.

Clark, liking the idea, licked at his lips as he took the wrapper from her dainty hand placing it in between his teeth as he undid his belt buckle.

Lois smiled.

She deliberately sauntered into the sleeping compartment that anticipated the both of them. Only stopping once to throw a mischievous smile his way.

Clark abruptly followed soon after her, trousers lodged around his feet and condom still overhanging his mouth.

The night was far from over. And neither was their life together.

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