LOVE IN AN ELEVATOR
53…52…
"Is this elevator broke or something?"
"Lo-is, it's just slow that's all."
"No one is getting on!"
"So?"
"It's just plain weird that's all."
"You're just nervous."
"Why would I be nervous?" she asked and regretted…her heart pounding. He was standing a step closer to her; she could feel the fabric of his suit brushing against her dress. She could feel his eyes on her legs.
"I knew I should have worn the suit instead." But no! she saw the dress in the store two days ago and had bought it, a perfect shade of red, she thought it looked great, professional and sexy all in one.
He kept staring.
"What are you hungry for?" she asked in an attempt to ease the tension. Looking at him when she asked, she saw volumes behind those green eyes of his.
Swallowing, she turned and looked at the numbers again. 49…48…
"We should go somewhere quiet to talk…" he finally answered her. Clark was struggling with himself. He had morals, but then maybe he tried to hard to define and analyze everything…maybe he should just act and go with the flow.
Silence
How could she answer him when half the time she thought of sex with him when she was around him? It didn't help that she had seen him at his most naked best when she first met him. At first it was an innocent diversion, thinking of him like that and then teasing him gave her a small rush that grew larger with time. Somehow she was in over her head, and she hadn't even done anything.
"You…ahh…you mean to discuss the story? How to write it?"
He just looked at her and then away… "Yea."
Disappointment oozed from his words.
"46…45…"
He closed his eyes and thought of the time she had given him the lap dance, and then the time he caught her opening the door to a very naked Lois. He thought about his hands and her body
"Mmmmm" the sound escaped him before he could stop it. Wide eyed he looked at Lois to gage her reaction.
Judging by the sound that had come from him and the look on his face, he was obviously thinking about her. She could only imagine what from the large and guilty look on his face.
"Are we going to be able to get past this?" she found herself asking.
He looked at her, grateful that she had given him an opening, he confessed.
"I don't know…right now…I can't think of anything else."
"Oh…"
More silence
"Aren't you thinking about…you know…" he was blushing, normally she would call him on it, but she couldn't when she was blushing worse than he was.
"I can't think….not in this Kaiser Era elevator…"
"So you don't think it's a good idea?"
"I don't know…I'm not thinking about it at all…" she lied.
"You can't even look at me."
A challenge…she picked up the thrown gauntlet before she thought about it. Her eyes full of hunger met his and she regretted looking at him the moment she did. His eyes were heavy with physical need. She couldn't stop looking at him. He turned his body so was directly in front of her. Then he asked in a whisper…"Then what are you thinking about?"
She closed her eyes…and heard herself saying, "I'm not doing a one night stand…I don't know how we are going to manage this….Chloe's living with me, Kara with you, and once upon a time I swore I would never do any kind of office rendezvous."
"Just for the record…I won't do that either."
"What?"
"You know…what you just said…"
"One night stand?"
"Yea…I'm not doing that either…I'm pretty sure I'm going to want to do this with you more than once."
"Ya think?" she attempted a sarcastic look at him and failed. He grinned at her.
"Kara's traveling…she won't be back for weeks"
"Do you know what the commute time from the farm is?"
"We could carpool."
"And start rumors?"
"I don't care about rumors."
"Of course you don't…it's different for men."
He felt frustrated, the fact that they were spending so much time arguing about the mechanics of it made it seem impossible.
He wanted her now, he didn't want to talk about it, and he just wanted free access to her. He wanted to be alone with her whenever wherever the need came. He was sure she was feeling the same and fighting it with her ongoing commentary.
"We're alone now…"
"Clark!" she said in an attempt to scold him. Then she did it, she crossed the line when she backed him up and poking him in the chest…"I am so not doing this in the elevator…"
He grabbed her hand gently and then with longing in his voice, he simply said,
"Where? When?"
He was caressing her palm with his thumb, he obviously wasn't as ignorant to the small signs one gives another when wanting to play house…
"The farm?" she said breathlessly
"Your place is closer…"
"Are you in a hurry?"
"I don't want to wait…"
She turned away from him to stare at the numbers again…33…32…"I can't believe we're doing this…you're doing this…what do we even call it?"
"I don't know Lois…ever since we started this story…it's all I can think of." He was upset she turned from him, he wanted to kiss her, he was going to, and then she turned.
"Well?"
"Chloe's at work…the apartments empty"
"So…your place?" he asked hopefully
"We can take turns…"
He just looked at her and grinned… "We can?" he said teasingly
She just looked at him struggling to find something to say.
"God! I hate it when I can't get the better of you…I need to do this if only to get back on top of the relationship!"
"You want to be on top?" he said again teasing her with his smile.
"Yes! As a matter of fact I do!" she answered with bravado.
"We can take turns…" he said with a smirk.
She closed her eyes and swallowed, one more comment like that and she would lose
control and jump him. She opened her eyes and focused on the numbers "…21…19…"
"Lois?"
"What?"
You haven't …you haven't changed your mind have you?"
"Have you?"
Silence passed between them as she searched his face for clues to the directions of his thoughts…she couldn't read him….he had a sort of scared look on his face…which for Clark could mean about anything.
"Can't we just…"
"What?"
"You know…press the stop button?"
16…15… Then the doors opened and a crowd of people pushed in.
"Too late…" Lois whispered, she felt his hands find her arms as he pulled her back closer to his front…it was a bold move…especially for Clark. Still he was ever the gentleman; he didn't pull her close enough to feel the evidence of his desire.
She decided to lean back into him, partially out of curiosity, and partially out of the intense need to start something.
She was leaning into him and he was sure she was doing it on purpose. He wasn't at all sure he could make it through the last nine floors.
His hands moved from her arms to her waist, he was trying to help balance her, at least that's what he told himself at first. When he felt her body lean into him even more, he realized he was starting something as well. His head dipped dangerously close to her ear. "Lois…" it was only heard by her, but her soft moan in response she was sure was heard by the entire elevator.
"This is torture…"He whispered again only for her ears.
"I know…"
Finally after an eternity, the doors opened and they waited for the rush of people before they stepped out themselves. Lois pulled her keys out of her purse, only to have him snatch them out of her hand.
"Just what do you think you're doing?"
"Driving…you'll take too long!"
"Please! You're the one that drives in the granny lane!"
"Not this time…"
Breath left her lungs as she realized how utterly serious he was being. "What are we getting ourselves into?"
"I'll show you when we get to your place…" he opened the door for her and she climbed in…unable to look at him, she wasn't sure if anything would ever be the same.
He started the car and took off. True to his word, she had never seen him drive so fast.
