A/N:I'm running into a bit of a writer's block with my other fics, and this idea came to me when reading over the spoilers for Smallville episode "Bride", so warning it has a bit of spoilers in it. This is only going to be a two part one shot, and hopefully it helps my muses running again for my other fics.
Warning!: Some spoilers from episode "Bride", but not really.
Summary: Chloe and Jimmy's wedding day, a dream come true. Lois and Clark is finding the day too much to keep a hold of hidden feelings that's been building from months and one "yes" to a forced love confession, but one person from Clark's past can ruin it all.
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Ting...Ting...Ting...
A fork ringed a high pitched tune against a pure crystal flute. An elaborate wedding gift that Chloe thought a little too much, but cherished from her employer and friend, Oliver Queen. Voices still strong and loudly conversing merrily the day's event that couldn't have been any more exquisite with flowers and flowing gowns if it came from a fairytale book itself.
A noisy clearing of the throat accompanied the Tings against the slender royalty like flute this time, but yet the upbeat events continued on. Seeing no better way, pointer finger and thumb in mouth, a loud whistle cut through the air bringing the noiseless attention of all eyes on the honnary Maid of Honor, Lois Joanne Lane.
"Oh, God, she's making another speech!" Clark quickly jumps to his feet, remembering how good of a job she did with the speeches at Chloe's and Jimmy's engagement party. Said Bride, reach over, Said Groom, to restrain her best friend from stopping her feisty, yet beloved cousin.
Lois' glare went to Clark, raising her brow, challenging him to stop her as he sunk back into the velvet covered chair. Plastering on a heartfelt smile, one not encouraged by any drop of booze, she turned her attention back to the waiting crowd.
"Ahem." Lois clear her throat once more, taking a quick sip of champagne and fold her hands. "Like I was trying to say months ago and would have better explained if I wasn't under the influence of ole' Ethel."
The guests and family laugh knowing just how intoxicated she been on that day as one non-wearing plaid boy for the day, cough loudly in his hands as he said the word "Right!" into the fake cough.
Lois turns her head to give him an evil glare, followed by mouthing the words 'I'll see you in the parking lot' to him, meaning a threat, empty as it was, but something everyone took as couples flirting as some whistled, mainly Jimmy and others chuckled along cheekily.
"No! No! It's not what you thi-" Lois squeeze her teeth together as the crowd wouldn't listen and continued on.
Her eyes falling on the Farm Boy again, who she couldn't help but notice wasn't looking at all Farm Boyish with black suit and blue tie that was doing things with those baby blues. The way he just shrugged like he did no wrong and smiled that secretive smile of his made her feel like he was letting on feelings he felt because she knew that he knew how she felt about him, playing along with what everyone was thinking was going on between the two.
Ever since that confession she made in the game of Lie and Fry, he'd been having very high suspicions that she was telling the truth even when she denied it! With a perfectly good made up story, she might add.
"Anyway." She says rolling her eyes and smiling broadly again as everyone quieted down and she began her speech. "Like I was saying, before rude interruption..." quickly adding about Clark, who just smiled. "...When Chloe and I were little girls we made a promise, neither of us would get married until we found our soul mates..."
"Recycling material Lane?"
"Bite me!" Lois snaps instinctively to Clark's loud words, and groaned as the crowd got started up again, taking a deep breath as it turned into full blown serious speech moment. "I have to say, that as you can well tell I didn't believe in true love or soul mates...or even just plain love..." Her hazels catching the blue orbs, guiltily telling him and those who were closely looking what guy was on her mind.
She quickly averted her eyes and cleared her throat. "I still have to admit that love might not be out there for me, with the track record of men I seem to attract..." Lois jokes as everyone laugh softly, one head dropping down in thought before looking back at her, she turns to look at her blonde cousin who looked like a fairytale queen and her cousin's gallant knight, Jimmy Olsen sitting next to her, hands clasped.
"But when I look at you two, I see it..." Lois' voice cracked some with emotion and she clears out her throat again as Chloe tried to dab away at her tears without ruining her makeup. "...I believe it and I can't help but one day hope and wish for that someone who could put a smile on my face the way Jimmy's light's up yours."
Chloe and Jimmy's eyes met as they looked at each other rearing grins just for each other as they leaned in to share a sweet, brief kiss. As Lois' eyes once again betrayed her and glide over to one pair of waiting blues who were already starring back. Tearing away her eyes again, and trying to steady the gallop in her chest, she raise her champagne flute to the air.
"To my cousin Chloe and her husband Jimmy, may their life always be as beautiful as this day!" Lois shouts, raising her flute high in the air. "And to all the single fellas out there, save me a dance on the dance floor."
Giving a seductive wink to the crowd as everyone laughed, and one farm boy growled lowly inside his throat, trying to keep hard feelings away.
"To Chloe and Jimmy!" Everyone repeats and take gulps from their flutes before the band comes back on playing a slow, beautiful wedding song.
"Go on you two love birds, it's time for the bride and groom's first jig." She teases and grabs their elbows, pulling them from their seats.
Chloe turns around quickly placing a kiss to Lois' cheek and a hug that showed her big Cos how much she loved her. "Thank you Lois for making this night wonderful."
Lois squeezes back, not wanting to let go like a part would be taken for all time, her cousin not the teenager she grew up with any longer, but a beautiful woman. "Anything for you Babes."
Lois let go of her baby Cos to stare at her brother-in-law. "Official member of the family now, Olsen." Her voice soldier like as she punched him hard in the arm, causing him to wince, before he too is attacked with a tight hug and then pushed off to the dance floor.
Lois sinks into the bride's chair, battling tears on a mission to fall one way or another. Clark slided to the groom's chair next to her, wrapping his arm loosely around her neck to hang on her shoulder, as he sat pressed behind her.
"Our little girl is all grown up on us." Clark said in a fake mothering voice, a broad smile on his lips as he watched the lights dim, and a sparkling spotlight gleam on the madly in love couple.
"I know." Lois sniffles incidentally to his tone and his words and backs her elbow into his ribs for making her sound like a heat-sick mother watching her daughter leave the nest.
Clark laughed and leaned his head down to rest on her shoulder, his face brushing against her ear with every movement. Lois not seeming to comprehend the intimate position they were in, things like that came so natural to them over the months of stuff they been through together and also the fact her mind was on the scene ahead of her.
The warmth from his breath and the finger that was idly skittering circles on her collar bone to the rhythm of the slow beat brought her painfully aware of how Clark was hanging all over her and exactly how male he was.
Her senses were assaulted with his scent, that was spice, and masculine, of heat and hard work. The weight that he allow her to feel from him leaning on her shoulder wasn't a burden, just enough to tease her mind into wondering about a rock hard body from one plaid-loving, Smallville. His finger was doing a wickedly pleasurable spell on her skin that tensed and shivered with every electric brush of his skin against hers.
Everything was on full alert and it took everything and so much more to keep her from bolting, but that would make things awkward and the last thing she wanted with Clark was feeling like she couldn't be around him, though at times that were constantly growing, that's exactly how it felt. They were just friends though, friends did these things, a point would be reached where feely, touchy was ok between really good friends.
But right there at that moment it wasn't ok, since her ok was denying that she had feelings for the one who was making her skin burn and sing a tune no man has gotten out of her before. A denial she was denying to herself, if that wasn't confusing enough.
Lois gulped, trying to swallow normal, and damn her heart and the race track it made out of her chest. Hazel eyes trying to stay straight ahead at the lovely couple who were dancing and laughing about something they were conversing about and not go to the blues that were centimeters next to her own.
"You know you are wrong right?" Clark's smooth voice breaking through her dilemma or maybe just adding to it because his husky tone was doing a number to her stomach.
She sucked in a quick breath, squeezing her legs tightly as her body was escaping the commands of her brain. "Wh-What was that?"
Clark smiled at her stuttering, she could feel his chin dip as it broke across his face. "About you not having no one out there for you."
She bit hard on her bottom lip, pain was more inviting right now then her body's rebellious reactions to Clark. Did she just lean back into him at his mere words? Lois didn't know when she did it but, sure enough, she was resting back against him and far as she could tell Clark was happily taking her weight.
"Smallville, the only thing out there for me is a never ending chain of heartbreak." Lois smirks, reaching up to brush a single strand from his eyes. "And I refuse to ride that baby any longer."
"What if the one meant for you is right there in front of your eyes?" Clark asked innocently, maybe having his own motive thrown in the mix as well, but she didn't need to know.
His eyes catching hers for a millisecond before she sits upright and pretends just that. "Well the guy in front of my eyes is Uncle Luiz and I don't know where you come from, Smallville, but we're definitely not into that keep it all in the family stuff."
Clark rumbling laughter spills fire in her and his arms snaking around her waist to pull her back against him wasn't succeeding in quenching the fire, though, she believed that was the point. His chin once more rests on her shoulder and now the fingers were doing things to her sensitive sides that were building up a groan his ears just weren't allow to hear. Damn it his actions just weren't allow to do this to her!
"What are you doing?" Lois groaned and laughed at the same time to keep the moan of pleasure away.
"You're cold." Clark's smooth answer, like it was that simple.
Lois gave him a pointed look. "Then give me your jacket."
"Then I would be cold. Geesh Lane, who would think you could be so selfish?" Clark teases and inadvertently snuggles closer to her body.
"This looks ridiculous, Clark." Lois breath came out more labored then she'd like, her eyes scanning the room, hoping no one was watching them, even though their table was dark.
"We're close friends and partners. We help each other out, that's what we do."
"We'll to anyone else we probably look like anything but friends."
"That's the point Lane..." Clark's voice barely audible to his own ears.
"What did you say?" Lois turning her body to look into his face more, accusingly.
Clark gives her a look. "Since when did you care about what anyone else thought?"
"I don't..." Lois falters, noticing how his arm was still chained to her waist, and he seem perfectly ok with it.
She knew something was bound to break and be crossed between them, though it was a long time in coming, it still felt so very fast. The late nights working and nearly living with each other only added to the way things seem to come so natural between them. Near death cases that she more then he found himself into already made each other realized that they were concerned and cared about the welfare of the other.
There were countless times he came with lilies, her favorite, how he found out was beyond her. But he came even though she told him she was a big girl and could handle the cold solitary feeling hospitals gave out. Flowers in hand and a warm smile on his face, it flipped her heart no matter how many times those scenes played out. He came, even though she said not to, because he knew how much she hated hospitals and how much she hated to be alone.
Late nights at the Planet where they were alone in the bull pen with the lingering smell and scraps of Chinese as they worked on their papers and proof read the others when they were done. All the while taking sneaking glances and accidental touches they thought the other wouldn't notice when they were close enough together. Lois lounging on the corner of Clark's desk, hand lightly on his shoulder to keep herself steady as she looked at his work on the screen. And his hand would ever so innocently brush against her bare thigh as he moved the mouse around to control the arrow on the computer. Or Clark leaning his arm on the back on Lois' seat as his head took place on her shoulder to watch over her own work.
There were sleep overs mainly at Lois' apartment since she lived closer to the Daily Planet, where Clark would find himself occupying the couch, he didn't mind. Those times came after movie nights or hang out nights when the two after a long day would rent a few movies have a couple beers and enjoyed each other company as they ripped on the movie if it wasn't all that great.
Lois always knew when she was the first to fall asleep, an hour or so later after all the fun was had she would always end up in bed with her jeans and tank top still on and a lingering feel of a brush of lips against her cheek. Clark knew he was the first to fall asleep when he woke up to a bare chest, still in jeans, and Lois red blanket draped over his body. The red blanket that seem to migrate back to it's previous owner's house, but he still used. With the feel of soft fingers sliding over his forehead and face lingering behind.
When they both were exhausted and fell asleep at the same time, there were a few times they awoke in the morning to find each other wrapped in the others arms, not caring and not wanting to move from the feel and warm they were wrapped in at the moment...
Clark could see her teeth nibbling on her bottom lip as she looked puzzled and his body was reacting. "Only the thoughts of people I care about matter. Chloe...Jimmy.."
"And?" Clark pressed.
Lois cocked her brow a teasing smirk on her lips as a scapegoat was delivered to her. "And they're coming back and we're mooching their seats."
She tried to slip back to her chair, but two firm arms were still not budging. She didn't want to look up, but she did and she saw exactly what she was fearing to see. Clark had feelings for her, she knew that, like she knew he knew about her own. She pressed against them more trying to easily bring the hint to his brain to let her go, which he does at the last second as the happy couple return to their seats.
Chloe was out of breath from the excitement of it all her eyes full of her man as her mega-watt smile was all for him and his face mirrored her own completely.
"You two looked great out there." Clark complemented, planting his hand on Jimmy's shoulder.
"Yea, you guys really make everyone else look bad, cut it out." Lois teases, sharing a smile with her cousin.
Jimmy turned to Clark, who's become more then a friend but a person he adore and trust. "Since Chloe's dad couldn't be here, it would be an honor if you could take his place for the father daughter dance, you gave her away after all."
This brought tears to Chloe's eyes and she grabbed her husband's face planting a huge smack on his lips, taking his breath away and causing Lois and Clark to clear their throats roughly.
"Wow." Jimmy came up for air, lightheaded.
"Save it for the honeymoon, you two." Lois jokes, as her piping blond and her husband's cheeks turn red with embarrassment.
Clark stands at Chloe side and like a true gentlemen he holds out his arm for his best friend. "It would be my honor to."
Chloe stands and jolts up a bit at the feeling of a whack Lois gives to her rear end and laughs as Jimmy raised his brow at her.
"Don't worry Jimmy ole' boy you'll be doing plenty of that later." She teases with a playful wink.
"Lois!" Clark warns, always feeling like he has to be her censor and her cousin continued to giggle as she is lead once again to the dance floor.
"She's beautiful." Jimmy sighs, leaning his head into his hand as his vision was filled with nothing but the loveliness of his wife.
"I think it's time for me to give you the talk Jimmy."
Jimmy turned beat red as he choked on his spit. "Not that it's my first time, but don't you think I should have this talk with another guy, like Clark?"
Lois face scrunches up in disgust. "No! Not sex, geesh Jimmy I could care less how freaky you get with my cousin." She smacked her hand against her forehead and shakes her head. "So didn't need that picture in there."
Jimmy laughs as he calms back down knowing it's not a sex talk from his wife's cousin.
"Just more of a little warning, slash, pep-talk" Lois begin, placing her hand on his shoulder and setting steel eyes into his. "You're part of the family now...I know where you live...I use to live there...I know where you work...I still work there. Remember, I'm Lois Joanne Lane, daughter of a four star general. I grew up around the world with a father who disciplined me with combat, self-defence and weapon training. And all of this..." She said waving her hand, gesturing toward herself. "...will rain hell down upon you if you so much as make a tweak happen to her heart." Lois warns and gives a cocky, smirky smile. "Don't be fooled by the makeup and sparkling dress. Your ass will be mine if you hurt my Cousin."
"Ouch, sounds more like a threat." Jimmy choked, pulling uneasily at his tie at the intimidating look Lois was giving him.
"It's all in love though, Jimmy boy." Lois quirks taking a sip from her champagne and watched as couples were joining the floor, enclosing Chloe and Clark.
"So, what do you say to a dance..." Jimmy asked, wanting to do anything then sit there and try to make up idle chit-chat. "...as new family?"
Lois smiled and shook her head at him. "Only you would offer to dance with a girl who singled you out for destruction."
Jimmy shrugged good-natured. "I just know I don't have nothing to worry about since I'm not planning on hurting Chloe."
"So good to hear, Jimmy, but as tempting the offer is I have to decline."
Jimmy nodded knowingly, as his eyes caught the person Lois really wanted to dance with. "Holding out for someone else, I see?"
Lois cocked her head to the side, giving him a look 'to drop it or meet his demise now' and he held his hands up in surrender.
"Want anything? I'm about to head to the buffet table, going to need all the energy I can get for tonight."
Lois held her hands to her ears. "Ewww, too much info Olsen."
"I meant for dancing." Jimmy stated like it should have been obvious.
"Yea, right." Lois quirks and handed him her empty flute. "Another, drink would be nice, thanks. What the hell!"
Lois is almost thrashed with the flute as Jimmy barely caught it back in steady hands this time. "Maybe you should stay away from the booze while you're over there?"
"No, it's not that I barely had half a cup." Jimmy's voice still stunned, and Lois couldn't figure out why.
"What is it?" She hissed in a low voice, while all Jimmy could do was grab the top of her head and point her toward what he was seeing. She smaked his hands away in retort of his actions but stopped as the stunt that was hitting Jimmy came full blown into her stomach.
"Lana." Lois swallowed hard as the beautiful raven haired-princess herself stepped onto the scene, excusing herself through the crowd with a shy, innocent grace.
Her hand shot out to take hold of Jimmy's arm, snatching him back down to his seat. "What is Lana doing here?"
After all this time? She wanted to add but kept that bit of bite to herself as the pink one glided through the crowd smiling and only stopping long enough to chat with familiar faces.
"Chloe did mention that she sent her an invitation. She just didn't expect Lana to actually come." Jimmy answered still shock to see the girl himself.
"Sent her an invitation?" Lois retorted in unbelief. "How the hell did she even know where Lana was?"
Jimmy absently nodded his head knowingly. "Chloe has was of getting information she wants."
"I'm beginning to find out for myself." Lois said and groaned as she noticed Lana making her way over to the head table.
This was suppose to be a perfect day for her cousin, not one filled with drama and migraines. Something she was sure would definitely happen with the return of Lana Lang. Not only that, but the big bad brooding fool she whipped into a semi-decent man, if she could say so herself, but knowing he was doing the growing mostly on his own, would return full blast after all the hard work he done with his life. Just one look into those doe-like eyes and Clark would be on his knees begging for Lana to return back to his life.
Lois had a feeling that begging wasn't going to be needed, Lana came back all this time more then just because her friend was getting married. Clark was on the agenda again, and it wasn't like Lana would need much fight after returning back from nowhere, hair in curls running to the base of her neck, in a pinkish cream dress that slicked to her body as if painted on. In comparison, Lois was feeling a little, maybe a bit more, aware of her own looks and feeling she couldn't compare to Clark's first love.
Looks or not, she couldn't compare to Lana because of the simple fact that Lana was Clark's first love, the crush he had such a hell of a time letting go. But that's all they ever were or ever will be...it wasn't love, after all this time and the way she left, even though she said she loved him. He had to know it wasn't love, that she really wasn't in love with him, she just liked having someone to belong to and to call her own.
After all this time, after all they went through together these last five years, working cases, spending time with each other at the Planet, at home. He showing Lois and allowing his hidden feelings to slip out every now and then, could all that be changed, be forgotten, writin off as nothing with just one look of his past coming back to haunt him.
Lois felt the tears burn the corners of her eyes, as her hands clucthed at her churning stomach. "I'm going to be sick."
To Be continued...