Title: Bed Buddies
Rating: T
Summary: A series of unplanned sleepovers leads to revelations of unexpected feelings.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Roll Over…
Clark Kent lay in his bed listening to that familiar sound of water falling. It wasn't raining that night; not even Smallville: Land of the Strange had rain showers that lasted anywhere near as long as a Lane shower. Whoever said that the sound of water was meant to be soothing didn't have super hearing to deal with. Not only could he hear every drop of water that fell from the showerhead to land on skin or tub but also he knew should he choose to concentrate even the slightest he would be able to hear her humming to herself as she washed. It wasn't such an unpleasant sound in itself but Clark felt listening in on such things to be rather invasive of her privacy… besides he didn't want to even think about what she would do to him if she ever found out he could practically be in that bathroom with her just by using one of his super senses. Not that he wanted to be in that bathroom with her… he was just thinking about how easy it would be to do so.
It was well over an hour before he heard the pipes groaning out their celebrations as the water was turned off. It had been excruciatingly painful lying there NOT listening in while he waited for her to finish showering, but he knew it would be worth it in the end. Grinning to himself he rolled over in bed so that his back faced the doorway and feigned sleep as best he could. He was going to cop it big time for this one, he knew that but it wasn't every day you were offered the perfect opportunity to piss off Ms. Lane and after a full day of non-stop humiliation at the hands of said Lane he had to admit he was looking forward to ruffling her feathers. The fact that his parents were out of town for the night helped matters also… it meant he wasn't about to get chastised for refusing to fulfil his host duties.
Lois Lane finished up in the bathroom and headed out into the hallway wrapped only in a small towel. She flicked the light switch behind her leaving herself in a sudden darkness that she had to let her eyes adjust to before continuing down the hallway towards Clark's bedroom. As she passed the staircase she paused to spare a fond (but also well guarded) thought for Clark no doubtedly fast asleep downstairs on that uncomfortable couch. Shrugging as the moment passed as soon as it had arrived she continued on her way navigating the short distance on beams of moonlight shining through nearby windows.
Lois had been in a good mood after a long hot shower and she was rather looking forward to a good nights rest. It had been a stressful day having to babysit Clark while Mr and Mrs Kent were out but now that his bedtime had come and gone with no dramas all she had to worry about now was getting herself settled for the night. Lois had been in a good mood that night… that was right up until she entered Clark's bedroom and found him asleep in her bed. Of course technically it was still his bed but that was beside the point, tonight like any night she stayed at the Kent Farm, meant that bed was all hers and no pain-in-the-arse farm boy was going to change that. He'd even left the bedside lamp on to make sure she found him there… how considerate of him.
"Are you lost Smallville? Not even Shelby gets that sort of special treatment when I stay over…" she stated patiently hoping he had just fallen asleep there by accident out of habit and all he needed was a bit of helpful prodding in the right direction. His slight shudder signalling a suppressed laugh was all she needed to see to know this was no accident on Clark's behalf.
"I know you're faking it now move it!" She said firmly as she stepped further into the room. "Don't mess with me Smallville, it's late and I'm tired. I just want to go to bed."
When she received no response in return she glared daggers at his back before searching her nearby surroundings for something to throw at him. Her eyes settled on something lying on the floor by his closet and she knew it was perfect. Retrieving her discarded piece of clothing she pegged it in his direction where it landed right on target to drape over his head. It was a battle of wills but in the end curiosity got the better of him and he slowly made a move to find out what she had thrown at him. No sooner had he held it up to the light to reveal a lacy blue bra that he yelped and dropped it in surprise.
"Ughh Lois that's just gross…"
Lois rolled her eyes at his childish behaviour, "So sorry my underwear isn't pink like Lana's."
Clark sent her an ill-humoured look that managed to say 'You know I didn't mean it like that' and amazingly at the same time a scolding, 'Why'd you have to bring her into this?'
"Oh that's right you and her are having issues at the moment. It's all a very sad story, really it is… but you should go cry about it elsewhere. Right now I really just want to get into bed."
She pointedly looked at the bed where he was laying and in return Clark pointedly settled back down putting his hands behind his head and making an obvious show of getting comfortable. He smiled back up at her before delivering his ultimatum, "Sorry Lois, you snooze you lose!"
Not a smart move.
"Yeah see the whole problem with that is I can't seem to get any snooze time at all thanks to some big oaf who's decided to take over my bed!" Lois was quickly tiring of his games and she flashed her eyes dangerously at him.
"Your bed? Lois you're forgetting this is actually my bed."
"Not when I stay over. You know as well as I do when I'm here I've got dibs on your bed. There's a nice comfy couch downstairs with you're name on it… now shoo!"
Clark only yawned contentedly making Lois growl in the back of her throat.
"You know what, I don't really feel like sleeping on the couch tonight… you sleep there." And with that Clark shut Lois out by closing his eyes. Inside he was laughing his head off at his accomplishment but on the outside he wore a mask of complete serene composure.
"Clark!?!!" Lois yelled in disbelief.
"Goodnight Lois," he shared cheekily cracking open one eye so he could watch her reaction.
Lois squared her shoulders, stood with hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow not believing his immaturity. She appeared quite a force to be reckoned with, with damp hair hanging down below her shoulders and wearing nothing but a towel. Clark was feeling quite chuffed with himself for getting her so worked up. If he could successfully evict her from his room even for only one night it would be a victory over her that he would remember always.
"You think you're pretty funny don't you." His silent playful smile was driving her up the wall. "Alright you've had your fun, now let me go to bed."
"Don't let me stop you."
Shaking her head Lois angrily crossed her arms across her chest and continued her unforgiving glare. Clark was really pushing her buttons tonight and at a time when she didn't exactly feel like returning the favour… especially when she honestly couldn't see how she was going to get him to move any time soon.
"You know, everyone thinks you're such a nice guy… so chivalrous, but I know the real you Clark Kent! As soon as no one's looking you drop the nice guy act … gentleman my foot!" She was throwing everything she had at him in her frustration.
"Good. Night. Lois"
Lois started pacing back and forth grumbling on about 'Goodnights' and 'I'll show you a good night… yeah you wish creep!' while Clark closed both his eyes once again and concentrated on listening to her raving on. 'You sleep on the couch… pfft as if!' She was only muttering under her breath in the softest of whispers but of course Clark could hear every word she said. 'Deep breaths…alright, fine then…if that's what it takes'. When he realised she had stopped pacing he opened his eyes to peer at her and what he saw both scared and excited him.
Lois waited until she had established eye contact with Clark before making her first move. Ever so slowly her hand trailed towards her cleavage where the towel wrapped around her body had been tucked in order to keep it in place. She wore a dangerous smile that was a toss up between daring Clark to watch her and daring him to look away. She raised an eyebrow never breaking the teasing look she was giving him as the towel slowly started to come away.
"Umm Lois…?" His eyes went wide as he realised what she was doing.
"Is there a problem Clark?" She purred in return. She knew he wouldn't be able to take much more of her little striptease without becoming completely embarrassed and sure enough the very next second he went diving under the covers to block out his vision of her.
Lois snickered to herself at the small victory and moved to find her pyjamas so she could quickly get dressed in peace before Clark worked up the courage to peek at her. Along the way to her bag however she spied one of Clark's plaid shirts- the one she had worn last time in fact, and all of her plans came together perfectly. Dropping her towel for real this time she grabbed the plaid and put it on. She hastened to do up the buttons on her way towards the opposite side of the bed from Clark. And then the tables turned as she started to climb on in beside him...
Clark felt the bed shift under her added weight and it startled him so much that he resurfaced without a fear that she might not have been wearing anything… but of course she was; she was wearing his favourite plaid shirt. His mind was elsewhere for the moment however as he attempted to find his voice.
"Wha- what are you doing?" He managed to squeak out.
"Geez Smallville what does it look like? You're usually pretty good at pointing out the obvious…" She was giving him that exasperated smirk again but it was obvious she was now enjoying herself immensely.
"This is my bed…" He croaked out.
"Um yes, we've already established this…" She agreed and held up a finger.
"…you're getting into my bed…"
"Well done, and…?" She held up a second finger.
"…but I'm already in my bed!"
"DING DING DING! Three points to Captain Obvious! I knew you had it in you Smallville," she congratulated him as she waved her three fingers around in front of his face before quickly patting him on the cheek.
He jerked away from her touch not allowing her to sidetrack him with her sarcastic remarks. "Lois you can't be in my bed!"
"Sure I can Clarkie, I've been in your bed heaps of times." She shrugged casually relishing in his obvious discomfort.
"But not at the same time as me!" Clark just didn't quite understand how she didn't get it.
"Woah you're really freaking out about this," she pointed out grinning in amusement. She then started to rattle on as she settled more comfortably on her side of the bed… she did have to sleep there after all. "Trusted I know you're not the most experienced guy and all, but it's really not such a big deal…"
"Lois…"
"… and besides you were asking for this to happen…"
"…Lois…"
"… taking over a girl's bedroom, what did you expect…"
"Lois!"
"… you have to be careful with that, a girl could really get the wrong idea…"
"LOIS!!!"
"What?" She turned her head to look at him quizzically.
"Um… you're wearing MY shirt … again," he felt that pointing it out would help him regain some control of the situation.
"Well it's a good thing one of us is wearing something…" She murmured as she propped herself up on an elbow and swept her eyes across his naked chest before letting them rove down towards the covers alluding to the fact that she had absolutely no idea what was going on down there.
"Hey!?" He yelped as he pulled the covers up higher in order to hide behind them. "I'm wearing pants!"
She smiled seductively. She couldn't resist.
"And again I say… it's a good thing one of us is…"
Lois couldn't help the uncontrollable giggle that escaped at Clark's reaction to her words. Shock… Intrigue… Awe… Mortification… It all flickered across his face in matter of seconds.
"Kidding Smallville… you are so easy," she shook her head at him still laughing as she lay back down and turned her back on him to snuggle into the pillows. In all the excitement she had forgotten how tired she actually was but now that she was finally in bed the effect of such a long day was returning threefold. She yawned loudly and closed her eyes. "Now go to sleep already…"
"Lois, I really don't think this is a good idea." He tried again very seriously. He even reached out to touch her shoulder hoping to convey his concern but chickened out at the last moment. 'No…No touching allowed'… he still wasn't even entirely sure that she was wearing any pants…
"…Whatever Smallville, suit yourself… but I ain't moving…" she grumbled sleepily.
They settled into silence as Clark debated with himself as to whether or not he should do the right thing and leave. He had to admit that he was rather comfortable where he was… and Lois didn't seem to have a problem with their sharing a bed. He watched her for a while as though not entirely trusting her. He finally made up his mind and reached over to turn off the bedside lamp before falling back onto his own soft pillow with a defeated sigh. Staring up at the ceiling he tried to pretend she wasn't right there next to him but it wasn't the easiest task. It was going to be a long night.
"Goodnight Lois…" he murmured softly not expecting any response. From what he could tell she was already fast asleep.
"Oh and Smallville … the next time we play 'two in the bed' you should know that's my side of the bed you're sleeping on..."