Title: The Director's Cut – What They Didn't Show You
Author: Edel
Summary: What I think is going to happen in Crimson.
Spoilers: Smallville season 6, Hydro, Crimson.
Rating: PG-13?
Disclaimer: They ain't mine!
Martha opened the front door and gaped at the sight before her. There stood Lois, peering into a compact mirror as she reapplied her lipstick, decked out in a teal shirt covered by a black jacket, with the shortest skirt Martha had seen in…forever, and completed with black knee-high boots.
"Lois…" The girl in question snapped the compact closed and smiled at the redhead.
"Is Clark here?" Lois asked, trying to see beyond Martha into the kitchen. Her question seemed to knock the Senator out of her stupor.
"Uh-huh. Yeah!" she answered with a slight chuckle, opening the door further. "Come in."
"Hey Lois, listen I'm sorry that Jimmy pulled you into that last night," Clark began, pouring himself a glass of orange juice, "I'm sure after Oliver the last thing that you-" He stopped short as Lois sauntered into the kitchen. Seeing her attire, he slowly inhaled, trying to quench the butterflies in his stomach.
"Oliver's history," she stated. Clark looked at his mother for an explanation. She looked as confused as he felt. "Actually Mrs K, can you give us a couple of minutes?" she continued, her eyes never leaving Clark.
"Yeah. I'll, um, be upstairs," Martha said, glancing at her son before leaving the room.
And now they were alone.
Clark shifted on his feet, smiling at Lois. He kept a tight smile on as she closed the distance between them.
"Here we find ourselves all alone," she said, removing the jug from his hands. She clutched his hand in hers. "Wow. How did I never notice what big, strong hands you have?" She gazed at him, her fingers slowly brushing over his. He giggled, and quickly pulled his hand away. He had to keep focused.
"What's going on Lois?"
"Well, you know me, I'm not very good with words, so…" She removed a cd from her jacket and held it out to him. "People don't think Whitesnake sings power ballads, but they do." He smiled at her, at a loss for words. He gazed down at the cover. There was obviously a great deal of effort and work put into this.
"You made me a mixed cd." He smiled. She smiled and nodded.
"Yeah." She sighed. "I will kill you if you tell anyone this," she continued, slowly inching closer as Clark stared down at her, unable to do anything else, "but there's nothing that I love more than slow dancing with some big, strong arms around me," Lois wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him, and he found his hands moving up her back and into her long tresses as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Just like yours, Smallville," she murmured, bringing her face closer to his. He felt the excitement build in the pit of his stomach, in fact it seemed to vibrate…
Suddenly, the sound of 'One Way or Another' echoed in the room. Lois removed her hands and dug into her pocket. She flipped her phone open.
"What?" she answered with a grumble. "What? No, not now! I'm…busy," she glanced up at Clark, her gaze smouldering. "No, I don't care! I'm not…fine!" she snarled, snapping the phone shut. Her scowl disappeared as she looked at Clark.
"That was Chloe," Lois sighed. "She needs me at the Daily Planet." She bit her lip. "Can you maybe follow me to Metropolis and meet me there after?" Clark nodded senselessly. Her lips curved into a smile. "Good." She turned to leave. She got half across the room, before she turned and ran back, pressing her lips against his for a quick kiss.
"Just a taste," she licked her lips. Clark looked at her, an unreadable expression on her face. See you at the Daily Planet?" As the front door slammed, a grin crossed his face.
"Oh yes. But first, a little business to take care of…"
TBC...