A/N:Hey fiction-readers! I know I should be working on my other stories, but right now I am having a writer's block, so I will take my mind off the other ones for a little bit. Don't worry, I will continue them! But here is a lighter Clark/Lois beginning of a short fic. Hope ya like. R&R! No flames, please! Thanks, people! Please be patient, 'cause it will be a while before I have more stuff up. Sorry!
This is set in the present day Smallville TV series. My favorite show! And I am pretty sure that Lois still has an '07 Camry. If not, sorry for my ignorance. CAN'T WAIT for Season 8 on DVD!
Disclaimer:I do not own Smallville or the characters or Superman or anything like that. Belongs to DC comics. NOT ME!
Masquerade at High Noon
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"Clark!" Lois Lane called as she pulled the screen door open and entered the Kent house, unaware that she was in fact yelling.
She was supposed to pick up Clark for the charity bash that Ollie was throwing and had invited them to. It happened to be a 'couples' costume party and somehow, they had both been talked into it.
It was odd, Lois thought, that ever since she and Ollie had decided to just be "really good friends", Ollie had started coming up with excuses for her and Clark Kent to be in the same place at the same time, and more than usual.
Even though she would never admit this to anyone, Lois didn't mind it. Except she did get nervous sometimes, which was weird. Why should Lois be nervous around Clark?
She set her car keys down on the kitchen counter and, using the hallway mirror, reached up and adjusted her white domino mask. It stubbornly kept sliding to the left, which was getting annoying. Stupid Ollie.
A muffled voice came from upstairs that sounded something like, "One second!" This was followed by a lot of thumping. Lois rolled her eyes. Boys.
Finally, after what was way more than one second, Clark appeared at the top of the stairs. He paused to tie the bandanna around his neck and Lois took a second to study the costume he wore.
He was dressed as a cowboy, complete with boots and spurs, a brown hat, and of course, the red bandana. Polishing the look with a black domino mask hiding the area around his blue eyes that completed the whole "masquerade" effect.
Lois raised an eyebrow. Who knew the farm boy could pull off something other than plaid? Clark saw her expression and grinned, boyishly.
"Not bad, Smallville. I'm impressed," Lois commented with approval. "I see you didn't go with my suggestion," she smirked.
"You know," Clark smiled. "I really couldn't see myself as 'Bozo the Clown', Lois."
"And John Wayne is so much better, right?" Lois scoffed. "Whatever. Now we match." She turned to retrieve her keys. Starting down the steps, Clark covertly examined her costume.
He'd found out from Chloe what Lois was planning, so he changed his idea from Zorro to the Lone Ranger for the sake of being more complimentary.
She wore a yellowy pink eighteen-hundreds era western-style floor length gown, complete with a corset. Clark moved his eyes past her chest and up to her face. Lois had piled her long, auburn waves on the top of her head. A few soft, stray curls and whisps adorned her creamy, blemish-free visage.
Clark swallowed. She really was beautiful. Of course, not Lana beautiful, but – He quickly shook his head. Don't think about her! He'd come down the stairs and Lois was again in front of him.
She caught Clark gaping at her and cocked an eyebrow. "Smallville!"
Clark's thoughts were interrupted and he jerked his eyes away from her face. "Huh?"
"You ready?" She asked. She wasn't a very patient person, as Clark had observed over the years.
"Oh. Yeah, all set," he replied, secretly wondering how he'd ever survive a three to five hour evening around this woman.
"Then let's go! I can barely breathe in this thing!" Lois huffed, indicating the bodice she wore.
As soon as Clark's eyes landed on Lois' chest, his face turned a beet red and he hastily averted his gaze. But it didn't matter anyways, as Lois was already out the door. He quickly followed her, locking the front door of the farmhouse behind him.
Lois paused in front of the dark blue drivers door. The shift she wore was as big as a tent, and the space of entry into her Camry was relatively small. It had been tricky getting into the car earlier at the Talon. So tricky, in fact, that her cousin Chloe had to assist her.
Clark noticed that she had stopped. He frowned, confused as to why. Then he saw her shuffling her skirt around and bending slightly, and he understood. Smiling he walked back over to where she was.
"O-kay...," she bit her lip and tried to throw her keys onto the dash.
He grinned. "Need any help?"
"Thanks, but I... Eeep!" Accidentally stepping on the edge of her gown, Lois began to topple. Before she could fall, Clark effortlessly caught and steadied her. He smiled down at her, and Lois exhaled loudly before stepping away from Clark. Trying to regain her dignity, she smoothed down the dress and straightened up.
"You sure?" Clark asked, trying to stifle a laugh. Lois frowned.
"Fine. Hold this." She shoved a large amount of billowy, pink fabric into his hands and carefully placed both feet, one after the other, inside the car.
While she was lowering herself into the seat, Clark had neglected to lower the skirt at the same rate as the woman wearing it and there was plenty of exposed leg as a result. Abashedly, Clark quickly looked away, releasing the fabric he'd been holding onto and Lois climbed the rest of the way in.
"Sorry," he blushed and hurried back around to the passenger side.
Though it wasn't nearly as difficult as it had been for Lois, Clark found it awkward trying to manipulate the wide pants and hip holster so as to climb into the Camry. Watching him struggle, Lois concealed a sly smirk. Turning away, she slammed the door shut with the gown crammed inside.
"You good?" She asked as Clark closed his own door. He nodded.
Twisting the key in the ignition, Lois started the engine and pulled out of the Kent's driveway. Soon, the two curiously dressed people were zooming down the highway, away from Smallville and towards Metropolis.
It was going to be a very long drive.
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