Title: A Midnight Make-out Session
Author: KatherineKent (Victoria)
Pairing: Clois
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: None
Short summary: Sequel to The Kissing Booth. A series of midnight encounters between baby Clois.
11:40 pm
Lois crept out of her room as quietly as possible. Well, actually, it was Clark's room, not hers. And that was part of the reason for her late night walk-around. Lying in his bed, surrounded by his things, she'd been unable to forget the feel of his lips or the tingle that they elicited.
It had been forty minutes since they'd said goodnight. Mr and Mrs Kent had gone to bed just before eleven and Lois had turned away from wishing them a goodnight only to be met by the intense gaze of one handsome farm-boy. He'd stood and taken one step across the room then stopped, towering over her.
"I …" she stammered. He just looked down at her. Although it was only moments it felt like a lifetime while she relived the rollercoaster of emotions and changes of the week. This evening had been especially obscure. The time spent in the barn loft had been a combination of blissful and sharp. They'd alternated between using their lips for kissing and using them for sarcasm. It seemed that even the burgeoning romance couldn't completely replace their natural banter.
Coming back into the house for supper had initiated the awkward factor. With Clark's parents around they'd been careful to avoid suspicion. It had been easy to keep up the snarky comments; it was their default relationship stance. But it had been hard to hide her new feelings. She'd flicked her gaze to him over the top of her coffee too often.
"I should go to bed," she said and stood. He nodded, still not speaking. She couldn't move; trapped between his gaze and the couch. "I …" His gaze flicked to her mouth and she fluttered her eyes closed preparing to be assaulted by the pleasurable feelings that came with his every touch but; instead of feeling his arms encircle her, grasping her close in fierce desire she felt a feather-light touch on her lips only.
A second of contact and it was gone. The tingle which accompanied every kiss was strangely more intense than ever before with this lightest of kisses. She opened her eyes immediately, confused.
"Yes. I think you should go to bed," Clark said. Lois shuffled past him and headed for the stairs. At the bottom step she turned to say goodnight expecting to see Clark still in the distance in the lounge but he was immediately behind her and she jumped in shock, her heart skipping a beat.
"Oh!" she squeaked.
"Goodnight Lois," he whispered then kissed her again. This time the contact lingered, but Clark refused to deepen the kiss. Lois pulled away and nibbled her bottom lip.
"Night," she whispered back then turned and ran up the steps.
That was forty minutes ago. And now Lois found herself creeping downstairs in the hopes of … of … She blushed. She didn't even want to think it, never mind say it out loud. At the bottom step she turned and look back up, checking that she had not been discovered. She smiled and turned back.
Heading for the kitchen, no longer creeping, she hummed a lively tune. In the kitchen she opened the refrigerator and took out the milk, closing the door forcefully. When she looked around for a glass she saw some draining by the side of the sink and frowned. That would not do. She turned and headed for the cupboard and opened it. She pulled out a glass, identical to the ones already out and then slammed the door shut.
She surreptitiously peered over her shoulder in the direction of the front room, but there was no sound. She sighed and headed back to the counter where she'd left the milk. Once she'd opened the carton and poured out a drink she sealed it up again and banged it down on the counter. Another look back in a certain direction revealed that her hard work was bearing no fruit.
She leant against the counter and took a sip of the ice-cold milk.
11:51pm
Lois continued to lean. She nibbled her lower lip. This wasn't working out like she expected. She put down her drink and reached for the kitchen tap. She turned it on full blast for about ten seconds then twisted it off again. She picked up every cup and gently slammed them back down on the counter. She opened the cutlery drawer and rattled it around. Still nothing.
She picked up her milk and wandered to the kitchen table then slid into a seat.
OK. Three choices. One, go back to bed. The disappointment arcing through her heart meant that she immediately discounted that option.
Two, wake him up deliberately.
The warring emotions of embarrassment and pride stopped her from considering that one any longer. That left only the final option.
Continue with the loud noises, hoping he wakes up, comes to find me and initiates … cause I'm certainly not going to let him think that I'm desperate.
She stood and wandered into the living room, making sure to walk as loudly as possible.
I guess I have to be a bit more 'disturbing' before he'll wake up though. I know subtle isn't my strong point but I'd have thought he'd be awake by now.
As she strolled towards the sleeping figure on the couch she tipped her head and pondered.
Maybe he's a really deep sleeper.
She made it right to his side and teased at her lip with her teeth as she studied him. Suddenly it occurred to her that it was a good thing he was a heavy sleeper; it gave her the perfect opportunity to study him. As she circled the couch, taking sips from her milk every now and again, she admired the sexy picture he created.
Strewn over his body, haphazardly, was the thinnest of sheets. She could see the lay of his legs, knees half drawn up to his chest. His arms were out on top of the sheet and his muscular chest and biceps were quite evident. She just completed her circuit as she moved onto the piece de resistance; his face and ridiculously sexily tousled hair. All the frustrations of life which seemed to dog him, and make him into a brooding, tortured soul were wiped from his face in sleep. She's almost seen this sense of peace in him earlier, as if their teenage hormone induced face-sucking had been something of a burden-lightening experience. But this… This was perfect peace and contentment. She wondered what had made him so happy. Was he dreaming?
She placed her glass down on the small table just next to the couch and then she crouched down. Her face was almost level with his now.
11:59pm
"Are you going to kiss me, or just keep admiring the view?" Clark's sexy, teasing voice came. Lois gasped in shock. His eyes were still closed. She narrowed her eyes and smiled slyly. Lowering her head she touched her lips to his and he immediately parted his; tongue flicking out. Lois didn't move at all, just let him kiss her, and his hands didn't come up and surround her, but, even so she felt her heart begin to flutter.
When a noise on the stairs started her out of the haze she jumped up and away. She looked down to see Clark pull his sheet up and over his head immediately. Lois took one step away from the couch just as Martha peered round the corner.
"Is everything okay, Lois?" she asked.
"Mmm hmm," Lois nodded, eyes wide.
"What are you doing down here, sweety?"
"Um, I just came down for a glass of milk and I …" she cocked her head to the side, "heard Smallville here moaning so just came to check that he was alright."
Martha just smiled and raised her eyebrows in laughter.
"I think he was dreaming or something. I was a little worried for a moment." She saw the sheet move a tiny bit beside her and began to play up the situation. "He sounded quite distressed. All that deep moaning and breathing. I'm guessing his dream was kind of intense." The sheet quivered a little. She guessed he was trying not to laugh.
"Well, everything seems fine now. I guess the dream has passed," Martha nodded, obviously trying to suppress a smile. After a pause she continued. "Did you get your milk honey?"
Lois shuffled her feet. "Um, yeah."
"Ok, then I guess you'll be back off to bed."
"Um, yeah," she repeated and half laughed then wandered in the direction of the stairs, a little dazed. At the doorway she glanced back at the couch quickly and frowned in frustration then turned and headed up the stairs.
So, go ahead and comment. I'm sure there will be another midnight encounter soon. I know this encounter was a little tame but I can assure you that future encounters will be steamier - possibly on an increasing scale.
