The Key To True Love
The day was young, but not so young as to not support the idea of lunch. Sunlight, unabated by clouds, streamed through the windows of the Kent farm house, allowing the young woman to see the grape jelly that she was spreading on the peanut butter sandwiches, in preparation for a picnic lunch.
Other than as a light source, the cheery sunlight went unnoticed by her as she swayed to the music that was playing inside her head. The fluidity of her movements were different from the stiff way she usually danced. Today was special, Lois Lane was learning that every preconception that she had had about love was wrong.
She had been in love before, but this was different. None of her previous relations had prepared her for such intensity, such intoxication, such completeness, such… everything!
The smile on her face was reflected in her eyes as she finished putting together the picnic lunch; a few pb&j sandwiches, some stolen pieces of Martha's fried chicken, an apple pie she had bought at the bakery in town, and a thermos of milk.
Setting the lunch on the table, she leaned over a chair and remembered his green eyes and the first time she saw them, sheer magic! They had looked at her and her breath had caught as she saw adoration in them. Every time he looked at her she felt that adoration, and love.
When she held him in her arms, she felt like an adult for the first time. He was hers and nothing could change that. His name came easily to her tongue and sounded like music to her ears, "Jonathan".
The only problem she foresaw was getting him away from Martha. Well, it wouldn't be that difficult, she had a trick or two up her sleeve.
Familiar strong arms encircled her waist, pulling her back into the well muscled torso that she loved so much. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back as passionate lips found a familiar spot on her neck. Loosing herself in the moment, she didn't notice when the warm the lips moved close to her ear and asked her a question.
"Hhuuummmm… What?"
"You look happy?"
"You have no idea - Jonathan."
"Good to know. Is the picnic ready?"
Turning, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down for a passionate kiss.
"Does that mean you don't want to go on the picnic?"
"No, we're going. I just want to you know how wonderful you are."
"Why Miss Lane, does that mean you like me?"
"Mr. Kent, that means you've made me happy… happier than I've ever been. And it's all your fault."
"A responsibility I'll gladly accept. Now, about our lunch, do you need me to do anything?"
"Just one thing, Smallville, do you think you can get our son away from his grandmother?"
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The End