Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Smallville, etc.
Summary: Fluffy one-shot. Set somewhere between current SV and the legend we all know and love.
Note: I say this is a one-shot, but have a few (and I do literally mean just a few) other chapters on this, if you all want to see them. There's no real plot AT ALL on this so it really would be short. So, while I say this is 'in progress', that depends on if you guys want it to continue or not. I'm working on Until You and Pick Your Label. Hope to have something out to you soon. Thank you much for ALL your wonderful support and very, very wonderful feedback! Hope you enjoy!
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Choosing You
Her playful groan proceeded her into the Kent kitchen. "You're killin' me, Smallville."
"Well, that is my goal in life."
Fingers threaded through hers, Clark Kent followed close behind, his chuckle a soft echo in the room. Unwilling to release her even for a second, he kicked the door closed with his foot. In one swift move, Clark tossed his keys on the counter and wrapped a constraining arm around her waist, leaning into her and rocking her back against him.
"Yeah?" After a two week long absence, she was thoroughly enjoying the full body contact. She grinned as she tilted her head to allow Clark his much desired access to her neck. She sighed when his lips brushed exposed skin. Light. Teasing. Heated.
"Well, mine's to live." A hand reached back to caress his face. Fingers slipped into the thick raven hair, a subtle hint that more attention was required. Her eyes drifted closed as a pleasurable warmth spread through her body when he complied with her silent request. Her voice instantly grew dreamy and distant. "Hence the conflict."
She let out a gasp of surprise when Clark suddenly spun her around and pulled her body flush against his. He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. "Hence the conflict."
She giggled. "So, do you think there's any way to resolve this…" Sighing happily, she wound her arms around his neck and tried her best to look stern. "…conflict of ours?"
Clark cast his gaze upward as if seriously considering her question. Softly stroking, his hands were unconsciously weaving patterns on her back. "Hmmm. Maybe a battle of sorts?"
"You have anything particular in mind?" Her voice lowered as a desirous gaze shifted to a pair of kissable lips within reachable distance.
The lips in question spread into a suggestive smile. "A kiss to the death perhaps?"
Hazel eyes met blue. "I like how you think, Mr. Kent."
"Yeah?" He leaned forward, his compliment breezing against her lips. "And I like how you taste."
As if to prove that exact point, Clark Kent didn't just kiss her. He devoured her. Deeply, and oh so very slowly. Every gentle nip, every movement of his lips against hers pulled her in deeper, coaxing a surrender that belonged to him and him alone. She melted against him, willing and eager to give up everything he wanted to take.
The kiss ended way too soon. And just in time.
"Wow." Clark's breathing was labored. His chest heaved with the effort. His dazed gaze met hers as one corner of his mouth curled upward. "Seems like you really missed me."
"Yeah." Lois' breathing matched his. She bit back a chuckle, her eyes dancing with delighted mischief at the honest simplicity behind his twisted words. "Seems like you really did."
Sighing, he brushed her long brunette hair off her shoulders, away from her face as a pleased smile touched his lips. His gaze roamed every inch of her face. His hands slowly followed suit, everywhere his gaze couldn't reach. Over her shoulders, down her back, across her hips, then back up again. "I am so glad this is the last overseas trip you'll be taking for a while."
Her expression tightened instantly. His hands stopped their exploration in mid-stroke.
"Lois?"
Suddenly pulling out of his arms, Lois forced a laugh, winked and avoided the question. "So, Smallville. Whadya make me for dinner?"
"Lois…"
Dancing over to the fridge, Lois practically climbed through the open door. "Seriously. I am starved. Airline food is the pits!"
"Lois."
She recognized that tone. There was no escaping now. Heaving a sigh, Lois closed the refrigerator and turned to face him. "Alright, so Tess talked to me tonight. Before you got to the Planet to pick me up."
"And?"
Picking up a nearby towel, she ran it nervously between her hands. "She offered me another job opportunity."
Clark leaned back against the kitchen island and crossed his arms in front of him. His eyes narrowed. "Yeah? Why am I already not liking the sound of this?" Unsuccessfully gauging the level of interest in her expression, Clark nodded. "Alright. What is it?"
"An assignment as a field reporter in Kandahar." That was the easy part. Here was the hard. "For six months."
"What??" Though not angry, his reaction was explosive. "What did you tell her?"
"What do you think I told her?" Trying to stem an already rising tide, Lois kept her voice level, her expression open. "Clark you and I have talked about this. We're partners. Neither of us makes major career decisions without consulting the other."
His eyes flooded with relief. Then narrowed with suspicion. "So, what do you want to tell her?" He was almost afraid of the answer.
Lois bit her lower lip. Clark tensed.
Then the duel began.
"It's a great opportunity."
"But it's six months."
"And it could transform my career."
"That's six months apart, Lois."
"Not just transform it. This could be it. The one.The break every reporter would die for."
"Then let them."
"I'd be on the front lines. Where all the action is."
"And the danger. Without me there to protect you."
"Can you imagine the people I could meet? The experience I could gain? The stories I would tell the world?"
Feeling the first tendrils of defeat wrapping around his heart, Clark sank onto a kitchen stool with a discouraged sigh. His blue eyes paled with hopelessness. His shoulders slumped. "I barely made it through these last two weeks without you."
Lois bit back a grin. She tossed the towel on the counter and crossed the room to where he sat. Nudging his knees apart, she stepped in between his legs and languidly wrapped her arms around his neck. "Clark Kent, do you love me?"
His hands rested lightly on her waist. He wouldn't meet her gaze. The pout on his lips was prominent. "You know I do."
"Do you want what's best for me?"
He rolled his eyes with another deep sigh. "Yes, of course."
"And you know just how good this opportunity is for me?"
He swallowed hard and nodded, unable to voice the words.
"Then you'll understand why I told Tess…" She waited till his gaze met hers. A slow smile began at the corners of her mouth. "….no."
"What?" He blinked three times. In rapid succession. "But, but I thought you said…"
Her soft chuckle and teasing grin was enough to cause his cheeks to redden in chagrined embarrassment. She'd played him. And he'd fallen for it. "I barely made it through one week without you. Six months? Sooo not doable." She leaned in. "I chose you, Clark Kent. Over everything else." Nuzzling her nose against his, her grin was slow and wide. "See? I love you more."
"Not possible."
Her head tilted to the side, she coyly gazed up at him from under her long lashes. "You want to prove that?"
"I thought you were hungry." His gaze shifted, indicating the refrigerator behind her. Strong arms drew her into him.
Hers dropped suggestively to his lips. "I am."
His tongue involuntarily snaked out to wet his lips as his raspy voice indicated how little will he had left to control himself. "Now that you mention it…I'm getting kinda hungry myself."
"Only kinda?" A teasing eyebrow rose.
"Well. Famished would be more accurate, but…"
"Famished is good." Lois noted with a quick, eager bob of her head.
"And you…well, you are one delectable…"
A finger stopped his verbal progress. "Clark?"
"Yeah?"
She bit her lower lip before offering a gentle, teasing suggestion. "This is a show, not tell, moment."
A grin flashed. Warm eyes grew intense. "Good. Cuz I'm not that much of a talker…"
Faster than a speeding bullet, Lois Lane was parallel to the floor, suspended by a pair of strong, invulnerable arms. She squeaked at the sudden shift. And when Clark's lips descended on hers with desperate need, Lois sank into him willingly, sighing into his mouth with a helpless sound of satisfaction.
How could she not be helpless? How could she not be satisfied? With those amazingly soft, hot lips prying the very soul from deep within her? This was home. Deep in Clark's soul-filled kiss. Wrapped in longing so strong and so fathomless it would never fade away. Lost in the depths of his gentle, passionate love.
Exciting career? Dangerous locales? The thrill of chasing a lead?
Forget 'em.
Nothing…nothing…compared to this.
No wonder Lois chose Clark Kent.
No wonder Clark Kent spent the rest of the night showing just how grateful he was that she had.
The End/TBC??