The Giveaway

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1. an act or instance of giving something away.

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Lois was petrified. She was frozen in place, her body was unresponsive and her breathe was paralyzed inside her throat. Her mind was screaming and her heart had stopped its familiar and comforting beating. This is it.

Her vision blurred and she desperately tried to gasp for air, but the only thing that was making any sense to her, the only thing that made this real, was the sound -the forbidden sound- of a trigger being pulled. She felt, even heard, her heart beat again, as if whimpering; just one last time. Her mind had dramatically calmed down, and now it was whispering only one thing to her as she felt the deadly piece of metal graze her skin.

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Breathing was the only thing Lois Lane was able to do right now. Actually, it was the only thing she wanted to do. She felt the rush of the cool night air against her body. The wind was taunting every piece of flesh it could find, as if trying to revive her – almost forcing her to come back to her senses.

Her eyes held unshed tears that weren't even begging to be released, while her heart pounded against her chest, making her painfully aware of the life that she had nearly lost.

Lois's head was lying weakly against a strong shoulder and her eyes could only gaze at the familiar sight of her long, golden brown, locks being scattered across the red materiel of a long cape.

And slowly, awareness started to evade her senses. She wasn't holding onto anything, it was him that was holding onto her. Her legs dangled freely over one of his strong arm, while her chest was being pushed against his by the protective arm he had around her back. He held her against his body which was the only thing that was keeping her warm, and even more so, the only thing that lead her to believe that she was indeed still alive.

Still, she couldn't find the strength to bring her arms up around his neck like she had done a few times before. Lois could only lie there helplessly, and for the first time in her life, she accepted the fact that she felt vulnerable. Except, she didn't care because, at that very moment, her own body was completely and utterly lifeless, and that was something Lois greatly feared. She could have died. That thought alone was able to weaken her to a point where she felt in complete shock.

The rushing of the wind had stopped and she was now left with the only warmth that was being offered to her. She heard him, but couldn't acknowledge what he was murmuring, because she was unable to focus on anything else but the evading feeling of lifelessness that was consuming her body and mind. Lois felt his arm tightened against her body, pulling her closer to him and she could've sworn that she had heard him murmuring again.

Lois felt him kneel as her thighs connected with his own, and he cradled her in his lap, urgently forcing her body against his. She could feel his hand against the side of her face, his fingers curling under her neck, burying his fingertips in her hair. His thumb was brushing her cheek tenderly and she felt his breathing against her forehead. He was still murmuring and she still wasn't unable to comprehend him. She felt his thumb coming up near her lips, caressing the side of them before tracing out her lower lip. His touch left a tickling sensation over her flesh, and Lois's lips parted. She felt his breathe travel down the length of her face until she was breathing in his air. He whispered, and still, she couldn't acknowledge him.

She felt his hand titled her head slightly upwards, and then, the brushing of lips against her own. He was kissing her, pursing his lips against her mouth, urging her to response. Softly, he pulled her lower lip between his own sucking it gently into his mouth as he let his tongue slowly and softly trace the fullness of her outer lip. Lois blinked, she knew this, she had felt this before… She had tasted him before. She parted her lips, accepting him and letting him invade her. The familiarity of the kiss warmed her immensely, and his softness filled her heart, gradually pushing the feeling of lifelessness away.

"Clark." She could only whisper when his lips left hers. It was the only thing she wanted, the only thing she needed.

Lois looked up, the familiar blue eyes reassured her to no end, and she tried to smile. But it wasn't Clark, and she pushed against his chest, forcing her fingers out over his blue suit. He had saved her, and she knew that. They shared a complicated human connection, someone could even call it some sort of relationship, but in what form she didn't know. She knew him, she knew who this man was, she knew he was there to protect, she knew he was their savior and she knew she had to be thankful for what he had done tonight. But right now, she only wanted Clark. Her mind was begging for Clark, screaming for Clark, whispering for Clark. She wanted Clark.

"Clark." Lois pleaded as one of her tears slid down her face, and she continued to push on Superman's chest.

"Shhh…" He whispered in a soothing voice. "It's okay, I'm here." He grabbed one of her hand bringing it up to his face and kissing the palm tenderly and signing softly inside it.

Lois shook her head weakly as she watched the pained expression forming in his blue eyes, "I want Clark." She whispered her voice stain.

She watched him swallowed and his arms tightened around her again, "Lois it's me. Clark." He whispered into her hand, his eyes pleading at her to believe him and at the same time offering her an apology.

Lois shook her head once more, "No." She stated more firmly, "I want Clark."

The pained expression never left his face, and Lois was starting to feel bad, but she just wanted to be with Clark, she needed him. He brought his face closer to her hers, and she tried again to push him away. She felt one of his hands bury itself in her long locks while the other came to rest on her chest, directly over her heart and exactly were the bullet had grazed her skin. His mouth came down on hers again only to capture her lips between his own in a searing kiss that screamed at her senses to recognize it. He parted her lips with his own and carefully ran his tongue across her bottom lip again, pleading for her to let him in. She melted, this was Clark, she recognized the softness of his lips, the tenderness in his gestures and the sweet taste of him. Lois stopped pushing against the majestic "S" embroidered to his chest and opened her mouth to him, letting him caress her, letting him sooth her and letting him heal her.

She felt him pull back, but not before sharing a few light kisses over her lips, in which she willingly returned. She looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling, "Clark?"

And he nodded, his blue eyes shinning with relief, and a faint smile on his face.

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Well, this is it. I wanted this fic to be emotional and I wanted the reader to feel to distress in Lois. I hope you guys liked it.

As you've guessed this is a future fic, where Lois meets Superman and gets re-acquainted with Clark. This is how she found out that Clark was actually Superman… Through a kiss, how romantic!

There is a possibility, that this fic can be continued. I would tell the story of how Clark and Lois end up in this situation, some sort of prequel if you'd like. And of course, what happens next.

Anyways, it's up to you guys, and the reviews that I will receive. I just hoped that you guys enjoyed it.

Thank you!