A/N: Another one shot, maybe 2 parts all together 3 at the most. I was hopping to get it done before Christmas, but wasn't able to. Since it's still the holidays, I decided to post it anyway. Enjoy!
Summary: A little Christmas fun with Clark and Lois, of course! It's Christmas time, once again and things are starting to steam up between our favorite duo. Set to the not so Christmas song of "Fever" by Peggy Lee. Eighth season, some time after Lois returns back to the Daily Planet.
Disclaimer:Must I? Alright, yea you know the drill. I own nothing...nada...zip....except for this idea.

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Fever

1 a: a rise of body temperature above the normal b: any of various diseases of which fever is a prominent symptom.
2 a: a state of heightened or intense emotion or activity b: a contagious usually transient enthusiasm.

never know how much i love you
never know how much i care

Lois rocked her head, it bounced in one direction then another to the music only she could hear in her head. Her teeth lightly biting indents into the yellow wood of her pencil. No pens around to be found, it figured.

Clark pulled at his collar, fighting a smile off his mouth and the spike in his testosterone at the image of Lois' lips wrapped around a pointed...long...object. He coughed roughly, shocked at the shift his mind took. One moment he was thinking about the Christmas Wish List he was doing an article on and the next, well... Not like the display in front of him was helping any.

Can't believe she's wearing the top. Clark dug his fingers into closed eyes as he groaned. I'm going to KILL, Jimmy!

Clark...

"...Clark!" Lois shouted a second time, finally getting his attention as he jerked his head up.

"Umm, yea?" He coughed, his fingers pulling once again at the constricting tie.

"Proof read." She simply said, leaning over her desk to hand him her article. Blues connecting with a view of creamy mounts peaking through the 'offending' red, V-neck top, starring straight back at him.

Thoughts of killing Jimmy, again, were now conflicting with ones of worshiping him. Especially, with the lift of even more bustier mounds as Lois' chest pressed into the desk further, handing over the papers.

Clark quickly took them from her hands, averting his eyes and praying she didn't see him starring. His eyes intently grazing the paper as if he wasn't just starring at the overly cleavage he seen from her position. A smirk and upward brow coming from Lois at his antsy behavior, thinking nothing of it, she shrugged it off.

The papers almost go flying from shaky hands as Clark feel a vibrate in his pocket. A quick apologetic grin to Lois' curious-glare while his hand busy itself by yanking out the cell phone. Text message. Jimmy. Now what?

From: Jimmy Olsen
Received: Dec 21 4:58 pm

Merry Christmas, C.K.

- ;)

Clark looked up at that moment to see a knowing look on Jimmy's all too smiling face. He giving a slight wave from across the bullpen as he stood at the water cooler. A look of extreme beat-down flashed across Clark's face and Jimmy knew all too well the reason why.

Said red, V-neck top that Lois was now sporting was a Secret Santa gift from Jimmy. The same top that caught Clark's attention days before when he and Jimmy were out shopping for the people they drew in the Secret Santa gift giving lotto. A top that hugged a girl's chest in the right ways and allowed the spill of skin that was classy and damn hot at the same time.

Jimmy could attest to it as well, he pictured his wife in the same shirt numerous times when he first saw it out shopping with Chloe. So, he definitely knew the magnetism it could bring out on any female individual.

"Wouldn't be picturing it on our favorite loud mouth, would you?"

"N-No!...No, it's for my pick."

"Clark, you picked the 60 year old delivery lady."

When gifts were exchanged, lets just say if there was ever a day Clark could need CPR, it would have been definitely the Christmas office party for their floor. His face when Lois opened her Secret Santa present was priceless!

"Trying to tell me something Jimbo?" Lois quirked her brow and waved the top at him, teasingly. Of course there was no keeping a surprise from her. She had Chloe spill the beans with the slightest hint that she knew Chloe knew something of who her Secret Santa was.

Olsen cocked his head giving a pointed look at Lois as he stayed cool. Already having his answer ready, he replied simply. "I thought I was going to be drawing Chloe's name, so, I already had the gift picked."

The crashing glass of eggnog from Clark's hand was his only reply. Much later when his thought process returned, would he plan the fall of the Daily Planet's photographer.

And in true Lois fashion, not one to let a free gift go to waste. She now sat across from his desk wearing the paint-on shirt that was allowing the freedom of his and every hormonal guy's imagination run rampant.

"Ahem." Clark coughed loudly at two fellow male employees who were taking a little too long passing their connected desks. Eyes lingering a bit too long on Lois' assets for his taste as well. Did he mention Jimmy better put on his New Year's Resolution, 'Hope to see the new year'?

when you put your arms around me
I give you fever that's so hard to bare

Lois stood to her feet, heels clicking as she walked over and planted herself on the edge of Clark's desk. "How's it going?"

"What?" Clark asked dumbfounded, too distracted by the view that was once more eye level and that much more closer.

"Smallvile, you haven't even looked it over yet." Lois gave a look like 'what's he been doing?' "I wasn't stretching when I was reaching over to you."

Clark went stiff in more ways then one as Lois' bare thigh brushed against his hand and as her arm rested against the back of his shoulders to keep from slipping off his desk.

He tried to look away as best he could, keeping the paper between his view. " Lois it's kind of hard..."

"Is it?" Lois teased, her eyes dropping down to his lower region and laughed at the way the steel in Clark's eyes glared up at her.

"Weren't you doing something? Like finishing the article Tess wants by midnight?" Clark said and felt the loss as she raised to her feet, grabbing her winter coat from her chair.

"Actually, going somewhere." She corrected flipping up the collar around her neck, always an amused look on her face.

Clark looked out the windows that could be seen from his view to make sure the sight hadn't suddenly changed. Nope, it was still pouring snow and at least five inches had to be covering the ground. Yea, the roads would be somewhat cleared in the city but leaving Lois to her own devices in any weather spelled disastrous.

His eyes going back to Lois as she pulled her purse strap up her shoulder, his throat going dry as a weak smile tweaked his lips. "You're, serious? Lois have you've seen what it's like out there?"

"Smallville, I have eyes." Lois retorted over her shoulder as she headed for the elevators and came to a stop surprised to see Clark already stading in front of the silver doors, placing coat on.

"I'm starting to think maybe you need an eye-exam." Clark retorted, his fingers doing up the buttons as Lois, standing hands on hips, sized him up."Where could you possibly need to be in this weather?"

"I have presents to pick up from the store." She shook her head, wondering what he was doing. "Where are you going?"

"With you."

"Really?" Lois asked as if challenging him.

The Ding of the elevators doors sounded and they opened to an empty cart.

"Yes." Clark holding them from closing as he nodded his head in for Lois to enter. That nod he's been directing toward her lately as if she had no say any more. The nod that placed a little bit of control over her and she allowed it. A nod that could be so damn sexy when coming from him, commanding her....HER! From any other guy, it sure as hell wouldn't be tolerated, but from Clark it was just so natural to give in?

you give me fever when you kiss me
fever when you hold me tight

Lois swallowed hard, but raised her head as if not affected and entered as he released the door to close. Taking his place next to her side as the cart made it's smooth ride down. Her eyes glancing at him and then quickly snapping away as his sneaked looks back.

She bit her molars against the inside of her cheek, heart doing a 75 on a 55 mile road zone inside her chest and trying to keep up the facade of things returning back to normal since that 'moment' at Chole's wedding reception was steadily going down hill.

It was obvious Clark was feeling something toward her that night and she definitely couldn't deny to herself what she was feeling for him. Hell, yea, she was shocked and unsure and she was sure her face was showing him just that when they leaned into each other for a kiss that never got the chance to happen. She was crushed and devastated that what she knew would be the perfect moment for them was suddenly stomped into mud with the arrival of one Lana Lang.

She was certain one look of Lana in those blues of his and it was only a matter of seconds before he would be on hands and knees in front of her begging her to come back to him. The reason she could honestly say that made her leave his side and take one of his ques and brood on the Kent's porch with a bottle of champagne.

She would have definitely stitched up her bleeding heart, barricade it with locks and chains once more and with the help of a year supply of pepto, stomach, somehow, the debacle of a relationship that was Clark and Lana. Taking on the role as supportive friend all the while trying to drown the revelation of feelings that crept up on her like a parasite but much more lethal because this found a way to her heart.

To say she was relieved that Lana didn't stick around, when she finally returned back with a healed up Jimmy Olsen and newly found cousin, would be the understatement of the year. Lois was all expecting to hear Clark and Lana to announce their engagement after the weeks she'd been away. But the look in Clark's eyes and the hard to miss expression of joy on his face in one second flat eradicated that wall she had plan on protecting her heart in the onslaught of seeing Clark and Lana back together.

He all but raced to her and spun her around the bull pen in his arms, it was all there on his face what he wanted to do, but he witheld. Clark settled for wrapping her into a hug, pouring in how much he missed her, his face burring into her hair and inhaling deeply. For a moment Lois allowed herself to indulge in his concern, in his content on having her back, and for a moment she tricked herself into imagining just how loved she could feel from that man.

It wasn't allowed to last, though, she wouldn't let it. Lois Lane came close to knowing what exactly true love really could be like, but her fear in destroying something so much more precious as friendship kept her in check from crossing over that line. With a witty comment and a punch to the arm Mrs. Independent was back as the girl with feelings for the farm boy was locked away with her emotions and a lighter in hand forced to burn them or be burned.

Lois shook her head, batting away thoughts as Clark cleared his throat. He couldn't help but notice her lack of verbal contribution she was always an abundance in and noticing how 'not right' things haven't exactly been in since her return weeks ago. And her, especially, avoidance of a certain topic dealing with her and him and an almost kiss that would have been mutual between them if not for interruption.

"Lois..." Clark started but as on cue Lois skidded into conversation. "How's your mom, Clark?"

He blew a breath from between his lips, she always seemed to know when he tried to open that door. "She's good and really misses everyone."

Lois bounced from toes to heels as if suddenly becoming ADDish, and smacked her palm against her head. "Crap! Forgot to make a quick stop on a floor."

She turned reaching to press the floor button to light it up when the elevator lurched, causing her feet to shift from under her and fall into Clark. He turned catching her effortlessly, his arms instinctively finding home around her waist as her hands found belonging upon his chest. Lois hesitantly looked up, hazels striking blues and she could have sworn she heard the crackle of electricity between them. She sure as hell felt it and if his tighter hold on her body was any indication, he was feeling it too.

Fever In the morning
Fever all through the night

The elevators doors slid open with a Ding on the floor she wanted and Lois practically ran from his arms. Clark too far gone in the moment to realize her escape to stop her and slowly followed lead onto the empty, dark floor. His hand pushing through his hair as the awkward moments between them never seemed to cease.

"What are we doing here?" He asked for the sake of chasing the tension away.

Lois on the other hand chose to continue to act as whatever seem to happen between them, never happened at all in her opinion. She busily making her way through the darkness that only lit with the pale light of the moon as he kept a few steps behind her.

"We? Nothing." She quirked, tip-toeing lightly to not run into anything that might be in her path. "I'm picking up a few things."

"You know Lois, elaboration every now and again wouldn't hurt." Clark smirked, having no trouble at all seeing through the inky Vail.

"Where would the fun be in that, Smallville?" She threw to him over her shoulder. "Besides you're the one who volunteered himself along. I don't recall asking for a chaperon."

Lois rolled her eyes at the gruff sound of his exhale and followed it by one of her own with an explanation. "Chloe is worse then me when it comes to surprises..."

"I find that hard to believe." Clark teased, stopping along side her as she faced a file cabinet.

"Whatever." She glared at him as she grabbed at the handles. "I had to find somewhere other then my apartment to hide her present."

Clark noticed her hand's struggling against the mental knobs. "Why didn't you just ask me to hide it at the farm."

"Right, like Mrs. Nosey wouldn't have sniffed it out there either." Lois grunted, straining to budge open the doors on the file cabinet.

Sun lights up the day time
moon lights up the night

"I think it's locked." Clark pointed out as Lois' knuckles turned white from her unsuccessful battle.

"It's not locked it's just stuck." Lois gritted between teeth, not one to easily give up.

"Let me have a go at it." He tried for the handle, reaching out only to be slapped away.

"No, I think I can handle two stubborn doors, Smallville."

"Lois, you're going to end up hurting youself. Just let me do it."

With a huff of exasperation she flung the doors open, spotted the sparkling-red wrapping of Chloe's gift and snacthed the present from the top shelf. A smug look on her moon-lit face as she turned to her annoying partner. "Despite popular belief, Smallivlle, I don't always need your help."

Clark shook his head sending back his own annoyed look, his blues suddenly caught movement from the corner of his eyes. His arms shooting out to encase around Lois' body and spun as boxes and equipment from the top of the cabinet toppled over to where they just stood. Their heads turn to seen the avalanche raining down and to a stop as one last box landed with a hard thud before they turned back their heads to each other.

I light up when you call my name
and you know i'm gonna treat you right

"You were saying?" His voice barely above a whisper, in a husky note that made her stomach clench and tingle along with how she was practically a second layer of skin upon his body.

His blues had her frozen in place, scarred to move or she was sure she wouldn't be able to survive, especially with the look he was giving her. It was like he was in need, like he was a man starving for something, it made her gulp because she knew exactly what that need was. She frozed even more, if possible, as he raised his hand pushing back a strand of hair that fell in her face.

His fingers doing evil things as it lingered on her skin before slowly dropping to her shoulder to smooth down her arm, waves of fire licking down its path. Her eyes following along as if in shock of the not so subtle move he was putting on her. Her mouth went dry and she was so hesitanting to look back at him, which Clark noticed and he placed a finger under her chin, slightly bringing up her face toward his much closer one.

"Lois." One word and she felt like he dowsed her in fuel, sparked a match and set her a blaze. His light touch around her wrist and drawing circles on her palm was searing her skin enough and he had to speak to make it even worse.

She took a step back, meaning to slip around him when he took a step blocking her path in a side-like waltz. A mischievous grin on his face that lit his eyes and despite her uncertainty, she had to fight to keep her own lips from betraying her and break out in a smile. Lois cocked her head, her eyes daring him in a wordless game of cat and mouse to give her the best he got.

Clark raised his brow, wordlessly taking the challenge, his body turned to follow as she manuvered around him and sauntered backwards with a tease upon her face. Lois crook her finger as she signaled him to come-and-get-it and like a moth to flame he wanted to burn.

you give me fever when you kiss me
fever when you hold me tight

He rushed her against the sliver doors of the elevator, a little squeak came from her smiling lips as he held her captive between his hands on either side of her head. His face closing the space between them until he was close enough she could feel his warm breath tease at her lips.

Lois pressed a hand against his chest stopping his advances, a tweak at the corners of her mouth. "What are you doing?"

His heart skipped at the husky tease in her voice and simply pointed up without looking. "Mistletoe. It's only right."

She flashed him a smile and he returned the same likewise as he dipped his head, closing in onto her lips that were calling his name frantically for the connection with his. Slowly he inched closer, their breaths doing a waltz as it skidded warmth between them in a surge that kept drawing him closer to the honey pot.

At that moment the Dingsounded and the doors gave way allowing Lois to escape inside as she quickly made way to the far side of the elevator. Only shrugging teasingly at the incredulous look on his face as he boarded along. His steps taking him closer to crowd her but she slipped around him, keeping him from trapping her against the wall and turned around only to have him surprisingly standing there in front of her.

"I do remember a tradition that went along with a piece of misletoe that owes me a kiss." His hands went to her waist to slide up and down her sides like they were his to own and do as he pleased.

A shiver of sensations went through her body and she could feel it all the way to her toes. What happen to being cautions and just sticking to being friends? Damn, Smallville, sure wasn't playing fair and if he wanted to play, she sure as hell was gamed.

To Be Continued...

A/N: Hoped it put you in the holiday mood ;) lol Anyway, Happy Holidays and Happy New Years 2009!!! :)